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Name: jennell
Birthday: 1/30/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: Living life to the fullest... Lovin the beach in LaJolla, extraordinary desserts, reading, dancing, lounging around, baking, day-dreaming...
Expertise: I'm an Expert at being a DRAMA QUEEN hmm **being me... lol *i don't know*--> shopping, laughing... better yet, being laughed at (haha)
Occupation: Retired
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Sunday, July 23, 2006

woah, there's a mysterious pile of grass in my car!

hello hello...

i know i've once again been m.i.a. but i have legit reasons as to why... and here they are:

1) summer school is kickin my butt... the weekly quizzes and the midterms and the all nighters... oiy~
2) jennell is officially a working woman...and no i'm not talkin about another retail abermerican-stroms crap... i'm talking about a real office job with a cubicle and everything! I, Jennell M. Kim, am currently employed at a Student Loan Consolidation firm called "Priority Student Loans"... pays $10/hr plus commission... all my co-workers are about my age (20's - mid 20's)... it's challenging and exciting and blah blah blah... and i'm working with my good ole paul... ok honestly what really excites me is:
a) on of my supervisor ppl is super cute!!... too bad he has a girlfiend, who's also an employee at the firm, who's name is also janelle... but i can dream right?
b) the building and the inside of the office kinda reminds me of Office Space (great movie!!)... and what do you know? red stapler!!love i t!
3) insert hardship: my great uncle passed away from liver cancer on wednesday... it was very sudden and I was probably one of the only members in the family who was unable to say my goodbyes... prayer request: that he's chillin and happy up there with God... that everyone who's mourning may find comfort....

[Side note: i don't know if this will come off morbid but... did you guys ever notice how older people *grandpadres and grandmadres* are so much more accepting when it comes to death then younger people *ie:  me*... i saw my grandpa today (finally came back to OC for the funeral) and i ran up to him and hugged him (his older brother is the one who passed)... and here's our conversation translated into english:

me: i'm so sorry, are you okay?
grandpadre: aww yeah i'm fine.
me: huh... why?
grandmadre: well he cried but what can you do * SHRUG* ...
grandpadre: where's the fish your mom wants me to take? in the freezer?
me: [fish?? FISH?!? "what can you do *shrug*" ???????!!!!  where's all the theatrics? the crying? the grieving? ... this is nooooo~ time to be talking about FISH!! alright then...insert~~> DRAMA]
HAL_AH_BUH_JEE YOU CAN"T DIE!! YOU CAN NEVER DIE! NEVER! I WON"T LET YOU! YOU CAN"T! NEVER... NEVER DIEEE~
grandparents: *blank stare*... HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAH~ alrighty then we'll see you at the funeral tomorrow! cheerio!~

ok...well the cheerio wasn't really part of the conversation but... i put it in there to emphasize just how... ok they are... is there something that they know that i don't about death? hmm....end Side Note]

well then... need to get some beauty sleep for tomorrow...

RIP kun-hal-ah-buh-gee...

PS: what is up with my title you ask?  Well... funny little story... actually kinda scary but hmm...

My new apartment complex has a parking structure that's gated off... and we each have our own personal parking spot... anywhoo... i was going to get dinner with Paul and so we're walking to my car... (granted i had driven it maybe 3.5 hrs before hand)... well i open my door... and WOAH! There's a mysterious pile of grass in my car! .... it's just there... on the floor... in a neat pile... freshly mowed grass and a sprinkle of dirt...

who the hell... what the hell... why the hell....

saddness


Thursday, July 06, 2006

Broke & Calculus

So here's my theory: Credit Cards are the devil's doing.  The devil created the credit card to make our lives miserable.  Why am I saying this? because i have fallen into the dark side.  I have been using my credit card as if i was the richest person on the face of the earth... and... reality has hit me over the head BIG TIME...

payment amount: $1350.00
current financial status: pathetic (no job remember)
ergo... all the money i've been saving up for something fab and fantastic... is now going straight to my credit card...
what have i purchased with this devil's tool? food.. food... food... gas... gas... movies... food... clothes (but surprisingly not that much)... presents... food..
how do i feel right now? pretty darn crappy...

anyways... CALCULUS.. my oh my... what have i learned during the three hours of my first day of calculus 20b?
First and foremost... my professor... his accent is one that makes the concept of antiderivativse and integrals that much more alien to me.. imagine a russian kermit the frog... wowzas.. but more than that... his fuschia button down shirt on black pants would have been impressive if white chalk reminents weren't smudged all over his very non-existing buttocks... still... i was willing to overlook this small technicallity until i noticed the tragic 1980's jean jacket hanging on the back of his chair... a relic from the good ole days.. why???? why would he wear such a thing? this charming-little-kermit-the-frog-of-a-man-from hawthorne university in new york! what gets me even more is how did he survive in new york without the metro inhabitants condemning him for such a fashion no-no? well nevertheless, my friend and i have concluded that his man is the cream of the crop of geeky-single-pocket-protecting-math nerds... YUM...
moving on to my classmates: small class... not very impressive... la dee da.. until.. i look to my right and HELLO~ cute white boy from alabama! well... i'm not quite sure about the alabama part cuz i have yet to exchange words with him.. but ... nevertheless... he's CUTE! but no... in the midst of my admiration, i find out his name is.... CARL! well... let's just modify that a bit... this being my lil classroom day dream fantasy... cute white boy from alabama... i dub thee.. william... why? because that's what cute white boys from alabama are named... duh~

woe is me... i have to endure all this learning for the next 5 weeks twice a week 4 hours a day..

have pity on me and my william


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

fireworks!

Bbang* bOoom* ooOOoh* awwWw*

fourth of july... the day our fore-fathers achieved the greatest thing of all: independence

unfortunately... my day was filled with such an intense nostalgia that i realized... as everyone else is celebrating liberation, freedom, independence... i was struggling (internally) with my enslavement to my memories... my... dependence..

dependence to what? i won't spell it out here but i'll leave you guys to just assume... nevertheless... my previous entry talks about my acceptance of the past... well i'm here to inform you guys that i was definitely kidding myself..

the past memories... the past *signiothers*... is still laced in my mind body and soul... (wow that sounds very melodramatic... but yeah... emphasis and point)... i was reminiscing in my xanga last night, looking up my entry exactly one year ago... july 4, 2005... and i sat here... amazed at how much has changed... how back then... i was experiencing one of the best summers of my life... with someone i gave my heart to....

and now... here i sit one year later with my heart returned to me (or... most of it at least)... a little beaten down, bruised, and incomplete... i felt for a long time now that the only one that could mend my mutilated heart was the one who played a part in the mutilation of it... however... i am now in an opportunity where i can rebuild it to make it stronger and more vibrant than ever and then give it to someone who i trust will take care of it for the time being... but... what's holding me back? 

i suppose nothing really... except my own ridiculous fixations on my past.. my dependence... my unwillingness to let go of everything... of EVERYTHING + EVERYONE that has left my life... (insert: *SIGH*) ...

ok... here i go... today... i'm celebrating my one step closer to freedom... i'm liberating myself of all that has been holding me down... i'm breaking free of my shackles and i'm moving forward...

i'm going to be alright...
*clean new page... fresh new chapter... endless possibilities...*
cue: fireworks


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

as time goes by...

wow... it's been too long since i've updated.. i almost gave up on this and moved onto myspace and the greater beyond... but... no... i have not sold out just yet...

so what is the one word to sum up my last erm... 9 months i have been MIA from this crazyness?  well... the word would be: *dramatic pause* recovery... no... not quite... growth... hmm not even that... survival... yes...

ladies and gentlemen... i survived, i grew, i picked myself up and moved to a new chapter in my life...

current status: i'm happy. 
current activities: hanging out with my fave people and preparing for summer school
current worry: i need to find a summer job!

any regrets: yes...unfortunately yes i have a few during this past few months
any successful moments: yes... i have successfully surrounded myself with those i love and those who love me back
any hopes and dreams: that i will be at peace with my past so that i can happily embrace my future

hmm... that's the funny thing... the past... the past molds you to the person you are now... however, the past is also the roadblock that's always holding some part of you back... it's an element in your life that both hinders you and kindles your growth...

someone recently told me that i need to keep my past, my hurt, in my heart... keep it there and only there... because that's where your safebox for memories lie... however, never take my past out of it's safe keepings and alternate its location between my heart and my mind... cuz if i do that, then it'll just keep me from growing stronger and moving forward because i'll just constantly dwell and stress over it...(does that make sense? i promise he said it a lot more eloquently then how i just put it)...

see the problem i have with this word of advice from him is that (1) it's easier said then done... embrace the past, tuck it away, and move on without ever thinking about it again... if the past was that painful, that momentous, then how can you possibly dismiss it so easily?  (2) if you dismiss your past so easily, will you ever be fully healed of it? ... i feel like you need to tackle your problems head on, your heartbreak, your struggles, fix it/attack it, and then move on when you are really at peace...

hmm... i just realized why i stopped writing in xanga in the first place... all i do is bitch when i'm writing in this... oh well... i'll just consider it my very own private journal....

o0o0o by the way... megan mccafferty just came out with her 3rd novel in the series of the ever so hilarious Jessica Darling...

1: Sloppy Firsts     2. Second Helpings    3. Charmed Thirds

i totally recommend these for summer readings... however, the first two are placed in high school and the third is in college... i was fortunate enough to read each while i was in that same age frame... well anywhoo...

brilliant then... i shall go now... peace out


Tuesday, October 25, 2005

So what's been new in my life?

Finally went home... saw some old faces... wow...
i didn't realized i was gone for so long
i feel like times flying by and i'm literally hanging on for dear life

friends... are a tricky thing don't you think?
My darlingest friends are constantly there for me
even after not talking to me for a long time
that understanding and acceptance is still there
but irony of friends
a) friends you dont get to see often... but are there unconditionally
b) friends you are with constantly but are horribly inconsiderate

i long for the old days were my friends i saw everyday where the ones who were 100% with me everyday...

i guess i should be thankful for them though...

without my girls... where would i be?



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