red, white and me

yup....................... I'm back.
I'm gonna try n'not make a list of excuses, but essentially, i was not prepared.
Somewhere, sometime, I lost my High School diploma. Without that 'physical' document, I had no way to even begin the process of applying to the University I wanted to get into. My second option, to which I would have had a chance to get into, struck me as a choice that wouldn't give me an education on par with the tech standards of the rest of the world (i.e. digital programs used to complement digital photography, and digital techniques, etc.)

SO, currently, I am enrolled with the Academy of Art University of San Francisco. My major is Photography, and this semester I am studying via. on-line. I'm looking forward to moving out to SanFran for Spring semester, to continue studying in a more traditional setting.

As usual, my 'stubborn' determination has led me to a certain point, but holy moly did spending 6 months in Poland open my eyes to a few things. 1. I am STILL a fish out of water out there. Their whole system of doing things is VASTLY different from ours. I'd equate Poland to the U.S. in the 1960s/1970s, socially, politically, perhaps even a little economically.. This I was not prepared for. The level of difficulty to accomplish any one task.. 2. I am not hard working enough compared to my family out there. Active active ppl they are, always if not working, then off somewhere to take care of business or enjoy some free time. Spending time at home is an utter waste. Wow. Opposite'o'me. After spending three months schmoozing with ppl. to get my foot in the door (to my second Univ. choice), I was so pooped out that the next few months were spent in a daze. The thought of having to take the bus into Warsaw (1 to 1.5 hours) was almost physically pai~~nful. Having to meet with people and go to exibits simply to 'impress' my 'interest' in the arts.. don't get me wrong, if it's an exibit I'm interested in, I'll go, but one after another of the really reaaaaly artsy fartsy types, where the artist just says "I'd like for you to find your own interpretation" as I stare at a distored, pixelized, blot of something... yaa.. no. And bad wine. 3. Work. Because the U.S. has no agreement with Poland, I either need a. a work visa or b. to get my citizenship or c. work under the table. I applied for my citizenship a month after I arrived...................... (in April) .. it's September.. still nothing. If you guys remember the Futurama episode "How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back".. the bureaucracy's like that.............. but slow. Much.............. much........................ slower........... efficiency is almost nonexistant. Communication btw. offices.. nope. And HOW the heck do you even approach the subjec of getting paid under the table??? Nudge nudge wink wink? **deer in the headlights expression** I have no clue. So I couldn't get a job until I got my citizenship, but that could take until November, my aunt (mom's sister) couldn't stand that I wasn't doing 'things' (mind you my adjustment pace was rather snailish), so she said I can do that same in the States, but at least I'd be in an environment that I know well..... yup. So I'm back.

**phew**
It's been a ride, to say the least. I REALLY didn't want to waste a semester, so that's why I joined AAU. I definitly feel good about photography. Not just feel good, but I think I'm goot @ it, and I more than just 'want' to pursue it, I need to really. I'm a little sad to have little physical evidence to show for my stay in Poland (though my ass did get smaller.. maybe..), but the psychologial ramifications, mostly positive :) have left me with a LOT to fall back on.

It's moving forward and up up & away~~~~~~~!!

.. but right now.. I need my car fixed and get a job. Lol. Bills to pay, loans to sign, and much to study.

XOXOXOXOoOxXOOXO to you all!
don't have a cell phone (don't call my old #, 'cuz someone else has that #). Email me, let me know what's goin' on wif you~
missed you guys, one way or another.
S'good to be back (I guess... **being difficult**) xoxo

tide goes in, tide goes out [pt.2]

[part 1: mini weekend get away to Slovenia *click here*]

I'm backed up against a brick wall.. or.. another way to say it is, "I'm up against a Dragon". Referin' back to the previous rant [Aug.27], even though I understand the circumstances a little better now, and it seems I haven't been the only one with emotionally pent up issues pending resolution (I'm glad we talked btw, and I hope in the future, you can turn to me too), I'm still expected to return to the States and kick-start what I've been avoiding.
A life. ......... of my own.
I thought I'd find it out here.. but lets face it, no one wants to go through the trouble of re-training a reality-stunted girl. It would take a certain amount of dedication that I really can't expect anyone to undertake. Besides.. that type of thinking is *exactly* what's the matter with me in the first place! I can't expect someone to do for me what I need to do for myself. Grow up! Damnitall.. *growls*
Shit.
I seriously feel like I'm going back to square 1.2, even though my eyes have been opened that much more, it's the physical direction that just feels wrong. I don't want to go back to the U.S. ... I miss my friends **cheezy grin**, and even family, very much, but I just don't ''feel good'' back there. Aimless, distracted, frustrated... just to name a few feelings associated.

Back to the 'Dragon' part... the decision has been taken out of my hands. You never realize how much that can bother you, until *wham* it's thrust in your face for you to smell. SO.. I couldn't make solid decisions on my own, couldn't find my way on my own, couldn't accomplish what I set out to do, so the spiral downwards was stopped, sutured, and a decision made for me - Go back to what you know, and apply what you've learned.
The scar is still fresh, but at least it's not infected.

(gawd I love metaphors... X9 )

I have to come to terms with this. ............................ ugh.. the migraine is already starting...

I bought my ticket.
Sept. 16
Depart: Warsaw, 8:45am
Arrive: Munich, 10:25am
Depart: Munich, 12:20pm
Arrive: Chicago, 3:14pm (right in time for traffic.. yay)

I have to re-pack!
Re-decide what goes with me, and what gets shipped.
Re-divide out what I'm not taking back with me.
**whimpers**

I can't even get started about $$ .................... a job will be a must first thing.

So that's it for now.
Thanks for playin' the "Joanna Revolutions of the Psychoanalysys & Whining" game~ till next time.

time is up.... *ding*

firstly, sunny
I've registered with the Academy of Art University (San Fran/Chicago). Photography. I start Sept.1. This is the program I'm going to begin and finish. I'm going to complete my BA and move up from there. It's bad enough I'll be turning 26 this year. It's worse to think I'd have finished after 30.
So that's it. :) I like the program so far. On-line classes this semester, then switchin' it around for campus classes in the spring I think.

now, for thecloudy, with a chance of heavy rain and thethunder storms

My summer has been for the most part pretty mellow, but apparently only for me. I've reinforced the speculation of my outstanding ''laziness'' with the rest of my family now. No doubt left there. Can't even defend myself on that front, since saying "that's just the way i am" doesn't hold a grain of salt to the jobholding, house maintaining, members that I interact with every day. Can't ask for help, as there is no hand-holding in this arena, no no. One must stand on one's own two feet, on an upright log and damned be if you happen to get a crooked log that wobbles. Tough it out! It seems, and what an effect this has on my spirit, I just don't fit in here.. either.
To say I feel like an outcast is a bit harsh, but when you're someone who is used to affection, both giving and receiving, a constantly perpetuated cold shoulder and authoritarian tone meant to correct, chastise and distance all at once, just seems to continuously pick at scabs not yet healed enough to withstand. Someone who sits with you in a room, for the most part pretending you aren't there, only to light up and smile and laugh and share when someone else walks in........ it hurts.
Why is it, seemingly, that what I dream up in my head and what is going on in the real world are two VERY different things. That I don't open my eyes wide enough in time to see the bus coming head on, even though the headlights are REAL bright - and I'm always surprised at the result!
To be someone that is just continuously assessed as useless because I can't meet up with the standards that other people have set for both themselves (due to necessity, ambition, ego) and the mirror of those standards they project onto me. When I don't fall in line, when I don't fall in sync, I'm out.
I feel like a child right now. Completely out of my mind, confused, rejected, lost... My aunt told me today, "What are you doing with your life? You're 25, you've accomplished absolutely nothing over the last 5 months, you have no job, no home, what are you doing?" ---- .. all I could think was, ''wouldn't you offer me a home?" But that's an example of how unrealistically I compute. It's not up to my aunt to make it easier for me or to offer me something like that, especially when her own three kids are still nesting at home, she and my uncle work full-time. They have their own issues, and I'm not a kid anymore (so I keep being told). It's more about my soul, my emotion relating to the situation. I wanted to 'feel' like I belong, and for a little while I did. But all the lessons I was supposed to learn, about 'responsibility' and 'motivation' and the very basic set of rules pertaining to domestic behavior and having a sense of worth and obligation --------- mine are warped, and never has it been so glaring to me.
I've *always* set my standards low. Always. There is nothing more detrimental to me that falling backwards. Regret, resignation, loss.. I don't deal with these concepts well. I've built up my psyche to deflect them whenever I can, because if I don't, the result is.. well.. I turn into a mess. And I hate to admit it, but I'm teetering on the edge right now.
Too many things have gone wrong.
Too many times shunned.
I've had to stomach being ''re-educated'', sometimes from my betters, sometimes not, all the while my own observations and suggestions are rejected as being naive, useless, nonsensical. My opinion doesn't count, my advice isn't worth the air used to speak it.. I'm left standing alone, because I'm in a situation where I have no authority and no worth.
I'm being compared to standards that far outdistance my own.
I've become a pest, a bother.. and I've been told, rather directly, to go back home.
..
To a 'home' I was hoping to only see in passing on vacation.
To a 'home' where I get to go back to being just ''poor Joanna'', poor lazy, untalented, challenged, joanna.. <<self pity talking there<<
..
So .. I have a 'no-home' waiting for me, and a 'no-life' waiting to continue.. I prefer having no home (but in order for that to be, I have to be a burden on someone, and it does bother those who I'm using as substitutes now..) I'm expected to be independent and able to stand on my own two feet. And I'm not - maybe 1.5 feet, but not yet a full two.
My mother said, "She can always come home," and look'it'me. Tail between my legs, scratching at the door.

Not writing this for pity's sake.
If I don't write it down I'll just cry myself dehydrated. I'm just not up to fighting for anything at the moment.. the self-esteem market is rather low right now, but we expect it to be right back up there in no time flat.

I'm conflicted.
The inner me seems to feel a keen sense of outrage that I've been tricked. Tricked and manipulated in very subtle and twisted ways. I've been aware of it for a rather long while, ever since dad's litany went from "let's go to the shooting range" to "help your mom in the kitchen". Big difference.
So here I am, agonizing over myself. My body shape, the size of my breasts, the size of my ass, thighs.. gah! And now at 25 I've convinced myself I'm getting wrinkles and how much mullah I've dumped into that well. So. Why is that? Why the agony? The trouble? The inner conflict and turmoil???
Ha! Now that's a question I'd like a nice, solid, black and white answer to.
The traditional approach would be to say, that naturally, I'm trying to make myself more desirable, comparable to the images that I've been subconsciously (and consciously) conditioned to accept as 'beautiful' & 'desirable', in order to attract a partner. Mm.. interesting, interesting.. Dangle the shiny lure and the fish will come. I can't deny it though. Essentially, not many of us truly want to be alone. It doesn't have to be sexual companionship, but the mammalian desire for company is instinctual. We are not only happier when we have contact with others, but healthier (as long as it's healthy relationships). Ha! It's sounds so cold and technical, but the phrase "i love hugs" just doesn't hold the same timber.
On another note, I'm not actively seeking out anyone. At this point, if something (= boy) falls in my lap, I'll be fair and take a good look at it (= boy), compare the {+} and {-} and so on and so forth. But if it (= boy) doesn't.. well, I'll keep moving forward, one step at a time. So.. essentially, while my instincts are nagging me "Boy! Find a boy! Babies! Babies are nice!", the conscious side of me really doesn't want the hassle, and so I'm stuck with two opposing points of view swimming around in my head trying to push me this way and that, and here I am actively trying to control my ''stressed therefore eat'' mechanism and it seems to be going well but for how long and why even bother if i don't care but i do care..................!! Huff. Internal conflicts are not pleasant if one can't rant.

This all, of course, is partially [+68%] instigated by a book I'm reading, "Ishtar Rising, When the Goddess Went to Hell and What to Expect Now That She's Returning" by Robert Anton Wilson. Funny ol'chap that he is, has rather successfully ignited the feminist sensibilities that have been dwelling in me, up until now, at a medium to low simmer. I've always felt offended by the stereotyped roles that men and women are 'taught' to play. Boys play with cars, girls play with dolls. Pink vs. Blue. That I'm supposed to just drop whatever I'm doing (or not doing X9 ) and vacuum the house because I'm the girl (yes, it's been said to me, more than once). I think I first realized this around when I was 14. All of a sudden, all the boy things that I'd gotten to share in with my dad and brother weren't for me, and that I belonged in the house helping my mom clean or cook or fetch items from the opposite side of the house because the males present can't be bothered to get off their derrieres...... bah. Forget that I was raised on hotwheels, toy soldiers, J.I. Joe's, mud, insects and amphibians of various kinds, worms, guns, fishing, spitting, and digging random holes in random places for no reason, really, other than to dig it as deep as possible........... I can boast a happily tomboy'ish childhood. I'm sure you can imagine the shock when things went from grime and grit too serve and please in the blink of one summer. So, for a long time, its simmered.
I've gone through various fazes; deny I'm a girl; suppress I'm a girl; grudgingly accept that physically I'm female but you can't make me be one; hate that I'm a girl but not hating other girls; slowly realizing that I'm a girl and that's not going to change just because I don't like it, so I might as well just accept that I have a vagina, but that doesn't mean I have to like my boobs; twisting the cogs a bit and realizing the value of women, but still hating having boobs; feeling a connection with my femininity (I do too have it!), but in conflict with my feelings of what 'role' I'd be expected to play as a women vs. as a man (boobs are still bad here); trying to help with as well as learn from the awareness/experience of other women in my life, as to their roles, as to their strengths - kind of an enlightenment phase, both student and guide, to nurture the elements that can strengthen a woman beyond the repression she usually puts on herself (boobs have been begrudgingly accepted, but still not my favorite part); and most recently, I'm starting to feel at peace.
My figure is slowly changing to the proportions that I prefer, with effort on my part not wishful thinking. My self esteem is at it's highest since .. well, ever. I can stand in front of a mirror, naked (gasp!), and not think "Flaw, flaw, that's a flaw, oh! flaw there too". I'm hoping this is a change that will be strengthened. I like the feeling. I like feeling strong and confident. I've taught myself to walk different, I'm working on controlling the tone of voice, back straight, head held high, stop frowning (causes wrinkles). All these seemingly stupid, insignificant things, that after all is said and done, do help to form an impression on others. The presence in the room that you can't deny, simply because of the vibes he/she give off. What a strange goal to have. "I wish to have presence." "I wish to be confident in my career/vocation, not only the actions that result in creation, but in presenting the creation and attracting the attention of others to my vision." I have this image in my mind, and it seems that during this new stage of self development, I actually have a shot at becoming someone I can admire. All these things, these new sprouts, growing around me, within me, I consciously seek out and think of myself and the role I wish to play in this world, through this life, as well as how to incorporate those I care for, to share these changes with them, to inspire them.. I have regrets, of course, but what has already happened has happened. Why lament the mistakes that have possibly encouraged growth? Why cry about a past that cannot be altered and instead miss the present and future because you're constantly looking over your shoulder instead of looking ahead? I see so many people unable to let go of 'what was'. They are tied down, as the present speeds past, as the future whips by, they don't move. Afraid, or stubborn, or even unable to (it takes a great deal of free will to break through your comfort zone and challenge yourself & your surroundings), they open their eyes once in a while only to realize how many years have gone by and what they haven't done with their lives, yet again, reflecting upon what 'has been' instead of thinking and doing 'what could be'.
All this spark!spark! due to a book. Egad, and here I stopped reading because my brain started to work too much when I did. Gah! Brain! My confusion stems from the realization of all this en masse. How much I've changed, how much the world has changed around me, how much those I've known for a while now have changed.. it seems turbulent at the time, but in retrospect, there's a certain fluidity when reflecting upon it all.

*deep breath* So the conflict?
The conflict is, really, that I've been stubborn for so long on the subject of my own sex vs. gender, that now that I'm coming to terms with most of it, I'm a bit out of sorts. That is how I was, this is how I am. What a hike from one side of the Grand Canyon to the other that was. Society told me I should be pretty and like boys, and somewhere along the line I decided "fuck pretty" but that turned into me liking pretty boys..... weird. I can't deny I was influenced greatly by my sexist father and domestic mother, but I can't say that it's how our cultural godfather's intended. I may be a submissive sort, I may tend to avoid conflict almost piously, but push me into a corner and I will break free (probably in the middle of the night when no one will notice and I won't have to deal with trackers until morning). I can't look injustice in the face, smile, and swallow and repeat. Nope.
So, was I tricked into being who I am? Or did I realize, subconsciously, that what I was supposed to be, didn't fit with my ideas of self, and so I strove to become something else?? How those circumstances that have the greatest influenct in my life and warped me in various ways and only now am I realizing to what extent and trying to straighten out what was twisted? .. It's all a little daunting..... Psychoanalysis is............. daunting..

On a lighter note, the timing of this catharsis of mine may or may not have something to do with the fact that I'm finally looming on the horizon of having an A cup instead of a B. Yup. Folks. It all comes down the boobs with me. All my closest dears know I have a fixation. A mammery fixation. Where I really (for the longest time) couldn't stand to look at my own, but hell if I looked away from anyone elses. (nudge nudge, wink wink). And I never felt ashamed of it either! I have a somewhat odd fixation on 'round/curvy' objects, and, well, they really don't get 'rounder' or 'curvier' than those two proud bumbs on the chest. What an alluring shape, what a tempting bosom. Ha! And now, here it is, I can finally say it (as I've come to term with my love for chocolate, so too I've come to terms with this..) "I love breasts - boobs - tits - jugs - melons - knockers - funbags - mammories - cup cakes - blinkers - floppers - ninnies - pink chewies, etc.etc.etc." I can even admit that I don't mind my own so much anymore. ('A' cup! Squee!) *cough* The part that relates to the book, well, it's mostly a kind of psychological/literary/cultural study on the history/significance of the breast. Of all things.. I'm compelled now. Heck! Last night I was watching "Trading Places" (1983) and I distinctly remember not seeing Jamie Lee Curtis's boobs on display. Lol, prude prude Americans. Why not show something like that instead of all the blood and guts.
A quote if you will:

"Most men, after all, are on their best behavior when under the spell of that double catenary curve; they stare or feed of caress and are as cozy as puppies - one cannot imagine them a threat to the earth, the animals or other men. But once they leave this central sacrament of existence and begin thinking about how the universe (or other people) might be improved, they are apt to go a bit wild and start brandishing clubs or cannons or hydrogen bombs. Nobody knows why the rest of us put them in government mansions instead of mental hospitals when they get stirred up that way, but they would certainly be better off contemplating Helen's [as in Troy] breasts (or Sophia's or Marge's or Jayne's or Molly's). Earth would not resemble hell quite so much if men attended to such earthly matters more and were not up in the air over ideologies." pg.2. [Italics mine]

I love it.
I love this book, the concepts/ideas that Wilson brings up. I can see it easily ruffling the feathers of those with more guiarded sensibilities, but that's part of the challenge then. Freud's oral and anal personality theories, ! [--thought process interupption--]

!!
!!!!!!! I just realized something. .. om'gosh ......................... om'mah'gosh
Breast fixation.
I hated breasts. I don't like sex (still climbing that mountain). 25 years of repressed feelings, being an oral personality that shouldn't be the case, on the subject, something that I didn't connect until, oh, about 10 to 7 years too late. Per Freud's theories, per the stages of development he outlined [oral, anal, phallic and genital], it would seem that I'd experienced a trauma during the 'oral' and 'genital' stages of my development. My mother always told me that I hated being breast fed. I'd stir up such a fuss when she'd try and feed me via breast. I was a bottle baby. Still mamma's milk, but from a bottle. Though the bottle be a nipple substitute, there was apparently something that I didn't like about being fed straight from the source. HOW could I have NOT connected the dots.. And secondly, sex. There was a time that I seriously thought that if I ever had sex, I'd go crazy. I was not sexually abused or traumatised. I'd read my mom's romance novels (the good parts anyway) and when a little older, curiosity led me to porn. Nothing from those experiences turned spiral and became negative. However, I do recall the utter and complete mortification, humiliation, and feelings of catastrophe when I stepped over the line once and for all and became *dah'duum* "a woman" (= got my period). No more denying could be done at that point. It was final. I was a girl. Done. Finished. Executed and buried. Pink.

O_____O I need to recover. I doubt anyone read through this whole thing, and if you did, I can't thank you enough.. I'm experiencing a simultaneous flood of pride and humiliation at my revelation..
I'll leave off with a quote from the book and a quote from my tea label for now.
I'd really love some feedback. Nothin' like spillin' yer guts and then havin' someone tell ya yer full of bullock (with something to support it of course).

"...it seems that the starry cosmos, in those days, was conceived as a great mother who had given birth to the life of the earth. Wise old women (the wiccas, wise ones, from whom we get the word witches) were thought to have a special affinity with her [the moon goddess]. Above all, this goddess was not a metaphor of an idea; she was a living presence, just as the American Indians to this day refer to the earth as living mother ... Quite similarly, the early Romans conceived the thickest band of stars in the sky as the Via Galactica, the Way of Milk, from which we get our familiar expression the Milky Way." pg.74

"Wisdom, character, and consciousness conquer all." My Yogi tea of the day fortune. How fitting.

{{disclaimer: I can't speak on behalf of anyone but myself. My observations are prescribed through personal experience, opinion and observation. I welcome constructive dialog. Opinion's may differ, but when shared, awareness grows. I ain't no shrink, and I ain't tellin' ya how ta live yer life or what's wrong with it. To each his own. <3}}

this week was pretty toned down. I was supposed to meet Professor Lassota at a photography auction, but it turned out he had a seminar to attend. I caused a bit of commotion over mobile - Sandra sent me a sms, and I thought it was someone else, so I replied to her thinking it was someone else, then wrote addition sms's to that other person, thinking they recieved the ones i'd written before but actually sent to Sandra............. all this because my call didn't show the name of the person texting me. That's fixed now though. No more crazy sms rants back and forth to not the right ppl.
Hmm.. there's a World Press Photo exhibit at the Palace of Culture in Warsaw. I hope to see that Monday with Pawel. *crosses fingers* He's a workin' lad, all responsim'able and that.. we'll see. I really want to see that exhibit though.
The lady from ASP (Acad.of Fine Arts) that's been givin' me pointers on my portfolio sent me a message that we can meet Tues. for a 4 hour drawing session -------- it'll only cost me 150PL.. gah. gaaaaaaaahh... I have to figure out what to do.. what to do..

I am in strawberry heaven. Strawberry season is DELICIOUS this year! Plump, lovely, sweet, succulant little berries.. **droooooooool** Jogging four times a week (to and from one aunt's house, over the meadow, through the woods, and to aunt num.two's and back). then there's the butt excersises... my rump is tender.. lol and legs too.... oy..

mmmmmm...
yup
mmhmmm...
**blows spit bubble**
..
lol

MISS YOU GUYS!!!!! T__T still plottin' how to move out. Gonna start job hunting Monday. Monday's always a good day to do crap like that. I'm ambitious, I hope there's somethin' in the photography business.. hell, even if it's developing .. BUT, bah.. OH, American Embassy, LOL. Gov. gig. sheesh.

Three packages arrived May 29th. Finally picked them up yesterday. Got ALL my polo shirts *laughs*, man.. didn't realize how many I had until I was unpacking them. My skirts, some other summer shirts (really needed those), AND my art stuff!! Yay. Like x-mas.

I'm a little burned out preparing my photos... ((s'why I haven't picked up somethin' for you Lolo, I will though~)) I have to do the 'artsy' thing, crop more, distort this.. bah. Just loosin' focus. Tryin' to keep lookin' ahead, positive positive ... I wanna do a project, but it wouldn't work towards the portfolio, so I'm bummed.

yup.
wanted to go on vacation, but no one to go with. *sniffles*

laterz

update on school, family, and pills

things have been a little mellow this last week.. been bike ridin' almost every day. Natalia hates sitting at home, soooooooooo, I accompany her on anti-sitting-at-home-butt-growing-excursions.


school?::
gah.. that i strive to make things complicated for myself, it's a miracle I havn't ended up in a straight jacket yet.. **slump** I met with that instructor/professor lady Magda, today. The CD I burned to show her my photo & illustration collection janked up on me. Thank goodness I posted a lot of them to my picasa album. Anyways, we went through and figured out what needs to be changed, what won't get used, yare yare.. need to get me a good'ol A4 sketch pad and sketch...... things......... everyday..................... **face in pillow** I know I know, duuuuuh. I knew it was coming! I knew!! >___<>
And photos.. take more photos.. like i'm a spy, or reporter. LOL~ I need to sneek around and take candid'esque photos. No more ''stare into the camera and look pretty'' shots. poop.
Sooo.. yup..
Slowly but surely.
n________________n at least I now know where and how to get to the new Graphics division of the Academy. yay. Didn't get lost and wasn't hopeless. Gold star for me.

on family::
......... *sigh* I'm spoiled. Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled.. Spoiled by my mums, spoiled by my friends, all because you guys endulged my snail/humming bird personality and for the most part*winks* liked me for it. But here? Here??! **slump** I'm learning a new side of myself. I can't talk ''kute'', can't act like a dumdum, can't have mood swings, and gods help me if i whine too much. Gack! It's crazy! Don't think that my families don't know how to be loose and have fun, ooooh, they do they do, HOWEVER, it's always with an undertone of "adultness". Whereas, I really just go with what's in my head, and since I'm translating from english here, majority of the time I just get stared at.
It's like I'm in Japan!!! lol~~~~~ XD Culture/humor gap. A good chunk of it is good for me. Need that ''grow up'' element, and it helps that I can't really go whining to my mums (still gonna whine here though XP ). Just miss being seen as an adult. Havn't had the opportunty to demonstrate (I sit on my toosh and read FF, or doodle, or work on my photos). I have to learn two sets of rules for two sets of houses.. get lectured by the ones younger than me on how things ''werk'' around here and this and that and bah! **breath in, breath out, breath in..**
@_______@ you guys know I'm grown up, right?? i'm a big gerl!~~~ ;________; I am .. I really am........ **hides under a MOUNTAIN of pillows and bites nails**

[boys welcome but need not read further.. gerls, go ahead. :) ]



on birthcontrol::
not that i really need to write this part, but I've been off the pill for a month. apparently the damn things ain't as harmless as advertised. quite the opposite. i've basically been told by every medical expert in my family, that i'm f#$%ing up my body for no good reason. That unless I've had a full check up (gino and what-not) and there's a condition that requires the hormoes prescribed, I really have no business putting that stuff in my body. Needless to say, I was shocked. Shocked. Actually, the level of seriousness on the subject I got I think literally made my eyes bug out. It's not fair that we put so much trust into the hype, and it comes out poop in the end either way. *sigh* So.. I was on the pill for .... 5 months? maybe 6... Gained weight, which is common, but I couldn't loose it. My body was clinging onto waterweight (at least I think it was waterweight.) Month #1 in poland, walking everywhere, exersizing, not stuffing my face, resulted in me gaining 1.7kg. T_T Got off the pill, one month later, walking everywhere, biking frequently, and trying desperatly not to stuff my face, and I lost 2.4kg. T_____T uugh.
I started to take the damn things cuz I was hopin' they would help with my complection. But I get the same effect if I just wash my face after working out, or comin' back from a long walk.. didn't really make a difference there. I was just bloated 24-7. Soo.. right. Money down the drain for now.

TODAY was a REALLY early day. I even beat the sun. Had to wake up 5:30am, to get ready, to be at my other Aunt's house in time for when my Uncle leaves for work so I could hitch a ride. So I was in Centrum an hour and a half too early, for the meeting with the Dean scheduled at 10am. Like always, if I get up that early, I fade around 9-10. Found myself a nice sunny perch at one of the University's windows and waited my turn. Lots of running from room to room, up and down stairs, followin' the Dean arround.
I lugged ALL my stuff (laptop + art done last semester + satchel) to the University. gah.. The Dean assesed that I need to build a more complete portfolio (I lack the most desirable element, figure/form drawings). I was introduced to an instructor, Malgosia, who I'm going to work with independently to add the necessary elements, primarily of Photography.
Dun'know how much $$ she'll ask.. gotta remember to inquire. But do I really have a lot of choices here???? **sigh** We'll see.

So, aside from meeting Malgosia, I also met a lad by the name of Pawel Zakrzewski [www.fotofilmfactory.pl], who I talked with about the coming expectations of University. He attended Academy of Fine Arts Poznan, and is thinking of continuing his Masters in Warsaw. He does film, documentary, photography, .. multitalented. Nice guy.

Meeting lots of ppl, learning lots of new words, and my Natalis kick'in my ass into ''physical activities''. Pooped.
Eariler, fell asleep at my desk back home, left a drool puddle.. ick. Still reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally pooped.
>__< **hiss to mornings

It's a Boy <3

6 weeks old~

born April 12, 2008~

The newest member to our lil'ol'family~ Loki

Kute little ball of baby fluff. :) Natalia was running errands with mom and they were running the guantlet at the farmers market, and lo and behold, kute fluffness. Kitty in hands and they didn't put him down, but brought him home. Yaaaaaaaaay~ I finally get a kitty at home again. :9 I'm an auntie again and again. n__________n

Tee~

~Loki~

~ Tomek & Agata's Wedding Day

Wedding day. I did my best to fast the week before. Natalia of course beat me by a couple dozen miles. OH MAH GOODness, SO much foooooooooood. >_______< And we had to try EVERYthing, of course. @_@ and the desserts...... uugh **sugar coma** DELICIOUS. XD

As with every Polish festive event, vodka was present and poured. Wine too. The ladies prefer the wine, the gents prefer the vodka. Lol. My aunt and gram got super tipsy. The singing was chorus, as loud as you can sing. Very joyous. **PHOTOS**

Amusing moment~ The point during the wedding festivities where the bride tosses her bouquet to the herded group of un-wed ladies attending.. ......... Ri~ght.. Well, we were herded.. and holy cow, NONE of us gerls launched for that bouquet.. actually quite the opposite. We were pushin' e/other out of the way. LOL One of the yougest members, Little Zuzanna (5 1/2) caught the flowers, twice, 'cuz none of the older gals were willin' to get jinxed. The guys however *laughs* man, they LAUNCHED for that cravat. First toss, my Uncle Grzegorz caught it.. which doesn't count, 'cuz he's married happily and has three kids. Sheesh.. Second launch, a young lad by the name of Michal caught the cravat. We were teasin' his gerl Natalia (not my Natalia) for the rest of the evenin'.

It was a really nice day. Totally wasn't in photo takin' mode though.. too preoccupied with wearin' a skirt and a top that made it look like i had a C+ cup with good posture. >_<;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; gah. plague. Note to self -- No skirts and boob blowin' up shirts when in Photograph mode.

Enjoy the photos.

**sigh of relief**
**tension fades**

Today.. today I met with the Dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.
Yup.
:3
It was good. It went well. I will meet with him again in a week. Let me explain way, yes? Yes yes~

I brought with me a sampling of my favorite photos/compositions I finished. He liked the selection, and asked that I bring in EVERYthing I have with me. My sketch books, my works from last semester. I'm going to ask my brother to take pictures of the works I had to leave behind too so that I can use those as well.
All in all, even though I got on the wrong bus towards the university and had to walk the same distance as if I hadn't taken the bus at all, and I have two addition blisters on top of the two I got tues., it was still a beautifully sunny day with the right amount of breeze and a good day.


rant::
X6
Just a min. ago I got off the phone w my aunt. T_T The phrase ''be cultured'' involves a lot of backwash stress with me. If I'm going into the art world (which I technically have very specific tastes about) I have to love ALL of the art in the world, and go see ALL the exhibits (doesn't matter what about, as long as it's art related) EVERY chance I get *rabid rabid*. ..... >_< This woman is going to torture me into artistic animosity. GAH. It's bad enough I have to force my lazy caboose out to exhibits that the Professor recommends (do not insult the man who has connection comin' out his ears.. that, and he's a very sincere and nice fellow), but that's not good enough, nooooo nooooooooo. I don't know why she even bothers asking me! Why does she ask me??!! If when I say no I get a HELL'a'lot of feed back on the subject of my state of 'culture' and how it needs to 'expand' and if I don't want to 'expand' why the heck am I trying to get into the art academy, why don't I just go work in a mine somewhere.................... U_U The natural route of logic on my dad's side of the family hurts my brain.. it's either ALL or shit. No wonder I'm Obsessive Compulsive. sheesh.
I got up this mornin' with the birds, had a full day, now I just wanna be lazy.. damnitall....... exhibits... gah!

first impression, right on the ball + aunt rant

Joan Varitek to me
show details 5:51 PM (26 minutes ago)

You are meeting ppl and school teachers and going to exhibits??? You had a portfolio interview yesterday?????

Detaaaails~ XD I want to know how everything is XD are you taking new photographs??

*hugs*
Joan

**heart**
@_@

yesh.. bureaucracy way. i know a guy who knows Professor who knows the Dean the Academy of Fine Arts. >_<

Yesterday didn't go well.......... I'm a stress ball now. I didn't make the bus i needed to make in order to make it on time. I didn't make it one time for the meeting, i called the Dean's office and let him know. I don't think he got the message. I misunderstood the Professor because I didn't know he was supposed to be at the meeting as well, so I didn't call him to let him know what was going on.
I suck.

HOWever, while I was there yesterday, I arranged for a meeting tomorrow @ 12. I called the Professor and apologized, begged for his forgiveness, and when he asked if I'd like him to be there tomorrow, I said "Yes, I would very much like that very much, thank you very much." uugh.. I suck at this make a whole new you phase.

T_T High heels, ... when in a hurry to make an appointment, across cobble stoned sidewalks = no no. But I aint' got no dainty, pedicure spoiled feetsies, so only minor abrasions remain. I will survive.. with small band aids.

TOMORROW I will make it ON TIME damnitall.

Things aint' so cut and dry this side of the Prime Meridian. X6

Aunt Rant::
I've got these nagging thoughts in my head right now.. My Aunt Lily (dad's side) is DEFINITELY the older sister of my father. In her house, I'm a 10 year old anorexic with a grand case of Broadway Syndrome (always willin' to put on a show, in my case, at my own expense). Don't get treated seriously and constantly reminded of how 'little' I know, how 'un-cultured' and 'un-refined', ""But she's pretty, oh so Pretty, and she Loves me and just wants the best for me"" lal alalalala~~ I am............. uugh..fork in me. **bing** There's a headache at least a few times a week. I've actually come to butt heads with the woman over the most retarded subjects (as I did on a mostly daily basis with the ol'man). For a woman the religiously preaches against hysterical episodes, she sure gets worked up rather quick.. and all I have to do is scrunch my face. **bangs head against wall**

Moving out is a necessity.
If I have to take out a loan to get a place, so be it.
School first, Independence...... when I get the loan. lol

Try #2.
My luck lasts up to three attempts.

slacker me.. ^^;;;;;;;

Some things have happened this week!~ :9

Wednesday, I met with a Professor Lassota from the University of Warsaw. He teaches Journalism (specialty being P.R., Media Relations) and also works with an Anti-Terrorist division of the Polish (amongst others) gov. >_< BUT, he's a funny old man who has a tendency to over-complement young women in proximity. LOL European etiquette is waaaaay different that in the states.
SO, it so happens that he can't help me directly, as the Photography division with the University is tied in with Journalism, which is a baaaaaane for me. Baaaaaaane. **pulls out stalk of garlic and holy water** HOWEVER, business is business and he has a gazillion connections to choose from. As it is, I have a meeting Tuesday with the ... the guy that will be taking over the Dean's position (Jr.Dean? Assist.Dean? >___< ) at the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw. An un-official interview of sorts. gah.. That is ONE really hard University to get into.

Afterwards, we went to a Pub. An Irish'ish Pub. :3 I only really had sips, as pain killers and booz dun'na mix. We got together with Borys, Wasica, Kasia, and Kuba (who i met for the first time), and of course Sandra was there as well. The drinks were delicious, but waaaaay too expensive and they stinted us on a few. We ended up dropping about 205zl (i got dinner 25zl, since I hadn't eaten since 11 that morning.) Fun evening. Sandra and Natalia got giddy tipsy.

Thursday, Professor Lassota invited us to an art exhibition. An ambitious exhibition.. X6 It was okay. You always meet interesting people at those things...

>Saturday, Natalia's family birthday party, for which she was LATE. Tisk tisk. But the charming girl that she is, no one could hold it against her. O_O sooooooooooo much foooooooood. too much food. And Four different types of dessert. Torte Schwarzwalder, apple cake (with almonds), cheese cake (fluffy as clouds), and a pudding cake. XD SO stuffed with deliciousness.

Sunday, Wisla. We drove out to the beach along the Wisla river and just plunked down for a sun bath.
Back now, gotta work on preparin' a portfolio for the Interview Tues.
Wish me luck.

<3

Blood on the Bike Trail

Beautiful day, out for a bike ride and Natalia got into a bike accident with an older lady. Basically, I went right, Natalia went left, and the lady was supposed to drive through the middle.. but she didn't. She drove right into Natalia, then proceeded to fall. She fell flat and if it wasn't for momentum, nothin' would have happened. But, she hit her head 'hard' against the concrete. Blood.. blood was just gushing out of the back of her head and dripping down her back and neck.
We stayed with her. There were worker guys who called an ambulance. Aside from the gushing, which stopped after only about 7-10min or so, she was fine. Coherent, ready to get back on her bike and keep goin'. >_<>
It took the ambulance like 20min to get there. Ppl could DIE waitin' fer those guys.. seriously.. at least she won't have to wait another 40-70min at the hospital...

On with the bike ride.
It's suuuuuuuuuuuuuch a beautiful day today. All sun and nice.

There's a holiday comin' up. Loooooooooong weekend, starin' Wed. afternoon. A very popular week to take vacation. But because Sandra will only have 5 days off (she's a little werker-bee), we can't really go on extended holiday. poops.
So what can I expect? Well.. the gerls are goin' to the gym. To werk out. **groan** **hides under the table with a bowl of cereal**

caught a cold..

..... T_T I have a cold.

Two years of germ-resistance and I'm done in by Spring. Spring spring.. Never been in Poland during spring time. Yes, there are worms. Lots of 'em..
Very windy.. a bit of sun, a bit of rain, and some drizzling.. mix in a gerl who left her warm coat in the states and you have a lovely concoction for gettin' a mild case of exposure and bam > sniffles, congestion.. gah. Stoopid wind... and it's not like I get out of my car and into a building and out of the building and back into a car... nope.. walking EVERYwhere. X9 my poor'lil body isn't used to this thing called 'weather'. ^^;;;;;;;;

Being medicated~ Resting.. yogurt.. Hope things are going well w/ you guys.

Week Two

Officially two weeks in Poland. Eeep... seems longer, but not in a bad way.

The weather the last few days hasn't been the best. It's officially spring but on the cooler spectrum. There was a HUGE snow storm way up north in Gdansk that froze and took out some key power lines leaving the residence of towns and one large city without power. Aaaaaand.. cold front followed. Been raining almost non-stop for the last few weeks in Germany.. lol
Spring.
Things are blooming though, all over the place. And if the dang clouds would go away, with the sun, we'd be all toasty.

A~~~~~~~nyways.. aside from random romps through the meadows and woods, today I attended an authentic get together. We were invited, by my aunt, to an Exhibit displaying the fashion styles of the first half of the 20th century~ There were gowns, tuxedos, jewelry, lots of hats, furniture, etc. There was a SWARM of ppl there. About those ppl... after the initial introductions, they ''attacked'' the buffet. To such an extent that Natalia and I completely lost any desire to partake.
We started taking shots right away, and spent the whole hour & a half consumed by photography. I'll post some tomorrow (really late.. pooped).
It was really enjoyable. And made me away that I need to sharpen my ''in-door'' photography skillz. Really do.

:)

I'm on a diet. Not that starving kind, and not 'cuz I'm fat.. T_T shoosh. More to the effect that I wanna tone all the wiggly places (my butt needs the most werk.. holy moly..). Walkin' everywhere, every chance I get.. I have to sacrifice ''bread'' things to ONCE a day, only in the morning... **CRIES** ..... ;________; cruel. BUT, all in all, I can do it.
My cousin (mother's, older brother's, oldest son, Tomek) is getting married, again. ^_^;; SO, the 'diet' thing is centrally focused for the event. A month away. May 16. I'm at 70kg.
Progress... it will be a challenge...

OKay.
Super laterz ya'all. n_____n

Made it~ just barely

It's Monday, and what a day. The weather is beautiful, partly cloudy but 14'C (57.2'F). Very nice day indeed.

Welp.. I pulled a Joanna.............. *cough*

Friday, the day I arrived:: Completely and totally pooped, nauseous, haven't slept (sleeping in a plane is not sleeping, more like forced torture coma) in over 48 hours at this point. I got my bags, surprised they came out almost right away, and got the heck out of dodge.
Welp... as it so happens, a few hours later I was looking for some socks.. and .. turns out I grabbed one of the wrong luggage. Yes. I have two bags, one was mine, the other? Not so much mine. Stunned, I originally didn't understand when my mom managed to sneak in a penguin plushy, a frilly sweater and chrysanthemum bed sheets.. but yes.. no socks.. Soooooooooooooooo.. we called the contact that was thankfully attacked to the 'not my' bag, called the airport, had to re-drop off the mistaken bag and pick up mine, which was waiting for me... bah......... all in all, a trying day.

We got back to my aunt's house around 7 and after taking a shower, I just passed. out. cold. Didn't get my keaster out of bed until 5pm Saturday afternoon. Blissful.
Sunday was mellow. Natalia and I went for a jaunt to Kabacki forest near by. It was totally overcast yesterday, but had the sun been shining straight on it would have felt like a summers day. All mist and fog every which way, the effect in the forest was eerie and gorgeous. Then we went for another walk after dinner to the house where she nannies. Legs. Almost forgot out to use'em. Love walks, even in misty rain. :3



Today it's off to Warsaw to take care of some things.

not Monday. Thursday's the day.

pip

So, it seems my original flight was canceled on me. Despair not, I got a new ticket.

I bought my ticket through CheapOAir.com, and they called me today to inform me that Air India (first flight) changed schedules and that no alternate flight could be found. O__o right. I literally checked in with the airlines on Monday to confirm my seats.............. and I had REAAAAAAAAAAALLY goooooooooooooood seats!!!!!! **cries**
gah .. tomorrow I call to get seats....... leg room, I pray for LEG rooooom.

So.. my new Itinerary :

Lufthansa German Airlines operated by United Airlines	Flight	LH9151
	Depart	Thu, Apr 03 06:21p	Chicago OHare International Apt, US (ORD)
	Arrive	Fri, Apr 04 09:55a	Frankfurt International Apt, DE (FRA)
	Flight Time	08hr 34min | Economy
	Aircraft	Boeing 777-200/300
Lufthansa German Airlines	Flight	LH3302
	Depart	Fri, Apr 04 12:20p	Frankfurt International Apt, DE (FRA)
	Arrive	Fri, Apr 04 01:50p	Warsaw, PL (WAW)
	Flight Time	01hr 30min | Economy
	Aircraft	Airbus A319

Lufthansa it is. :3

moving .... far away

So begins a new chapter in my simple life.

Previous chapters: (a little self therapy, bare with me)
2005 - University. I got accepted to University of Hawaii. I wanted to delve into the Japanese language and culture, something I was (and still am) passionate about. It was a great semester, even if it was only one semester.
2006 - lol ~ the bill. dumdum duuuuuuum* Right. I worked the whole year to pay off my debt. The experience taught me two things a) debt sucks, b) working in an office 40+ hours for 11 months, sucks. But.. buuuuuuuuut, there's a price for experience. I went away, I'm not rich, I paid off my debt, and craved something more. The Craaaaaaaving ... ^_^
2007 - In Limbo. Where do I go? What do I do? What am I good at? What can I make of my life??? What oh what?? Confusing questions.. almost settled.. almost went for the housewife angle............ eep. Settling is bad when yer only 25. I'll give myself until 45 thankyouverymuch.
Fall of 2007 - ah! Went back to take a few classes at College - Digital Photography and Drawing. ............... and here I was, my whole life avoiding art anything because I'd convinced myself I wasn't good enough.. GAH! Why DO that to yourself! dumb dumb girl... welp.. donk. Turns out, what I originally wanted to pursue waaaaaaaaaaaaay back in High School is something in fact I feel a great connection with. Simply, artistic expression beats a 'stable' 'routine' 'secure' position any day of the week.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Photography ~ what a surprise. What a pleasant surprise. And an addition surprise, I'm not even leaning towards the artsy fartsy stuff. Oh, don't get me wrong, I LOVE artsy fartsy, but I'm thinkin' career. Yup, no one was more surprised than me. Lol.
We'll see.. I got a few years to change my perceptions.

For now, now I'm packing. Lordy lordy.. packing packing.. guh..
Boxes, clothes, books, nicknack's everywhere.. my mom's going to have a mild heart attack when she comes home Friday..

;9