It's time.

To send all my applications in, to really sit down and get into this, or it is never going to get done, forget statistics and fear, and inaction, now it is time to write.!
It is time to write of determination, insistence and ethics, it is time to convince whoever will read it, that I am the one, The anomaly that is aloud to enter into the holy city. :D

now onto my next personal statement

What If

I am afraid, I am not afraid very often, but it is not very often that the results of an action are out of my hands, I want to go, I want to go in. I can't make them accept me. So as far out of my hands it is, it is also directly in my hands, I have 750 words to convince them, a task that would not be difficult if the words were not stuck to paper, glued down, immovable, black and white. What if when I open my mouth to spit words threw cords into a document labeled .txt. It is not the right combination of words, the safe stands as it is, I get put in the pile of hundreds of other people just like me, rejected, hope shattered, questioning, what now?

it is upsetting..

I am selling my piano, it is unhappy, I thought I would always play piano for as long as a live, I never thought I would stop and after going years without my piano and finally obtaining one that I completely fell in love with at first site. Then a year plus later I sell it, I'm going to miss it. I know I can't keep it but that doesn't stop me from wanting to. To my piano who I will miss forever no matter how it is replaced

Leah

Brazil

Well since this is a review, let me start by telling you I did not enjoy this movie so anything after this point must be taken with a grain of salt, this movie ripped open my chest and tore out my soul. It hurt. So with the water pouring out, I give you this.

Brazil, I liked the actors, they had great character throughout the movie, I knew them, I believed them to be real people, the world was also beautifully created, a wonderful tribute of the direction the government and people seem to be heading.

However..., as a whole the movie came off as well a little out of it, like the director/writer Terry Gilliam couldn't decide the state of his mind. The movie started out mostly cohesive and broke down slowly, until they finish (european ending) brings it back down to a decisive stop.

Most of the information that I gathered during the movie had no bearing with the actual plot or outcome of the movie. I believe Gilliam was so intent on creating his environment he did so at the degradation of his plot.

In the end what you have is closer to a psychiatric thriller, similar to The Cell with Jennifer Lopez. The only saver is how damn believable his future is, but it will crush your soul, the parallels to our countries "terrorists" is highly disturbing, almost as disturbing as that creepy baby face mask thing-y.

In conclusion

pros - awesome environment and actors

cons - way to long, disconnected, overly psychedelic.

DA)MNITS!!!

stupid people going on their stupid vacations!!!

ok.. I feel better now, this is just so damn frustrating for me. I'm having mentally knew people would be going on vacation but to actually have it happen was sad, I just need to let go and go on vacation myself. I guess I really can't get on other people for not writing me a recommendation when I myself have not wrote my personal statement or my resume, fucking font problems. DAmnS! .

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Something are out of my control

Something I can't make happen no matter how hard a try, somethings I wait to long to accomplish, somethings
are completely wasted, most of those things that are wasted are not substantial, but mostly no matter how well you I plan, sometimes other people can obliterate the most carefully laid plans with a simple non-action.

I can't exactly like letters of recommendation for myself.

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personal statement 5

I have a rather unique perspective on work, as in the place you go to obtain money, to pay rent and purchase items. I find work in general unfulfilling. I have no interest in going to a job, filling out the paperwork, getting the job done, going home, I have no interest in being a cog, in a machine I see accomplishing something with 100 people it could be accomplishing with 65, not to mention the fact that what I do accomplish is completely disposable, and personally and socially useless. I feel compelled to seek a niche in which I can work, accomplishing something tangible, something that makes the world a better place, in whatever way I deem to be important enough to spend my time. Dentists, Doctors, Fire officials, they all go home at the end of the day, they all provide a service to society that we need. I understand that these things are not for everyone, I am not a dentist, I am not a doctor, and I have no interest in becoming one, but I don't think that exempts me from helping somehow, in some way, Every day. I need a profession that I can provide service from, a profession that I can go home at the end of the day satisfied from. I want to work a job maybe as a cog, but in a machine that services an important function in society, only then will I be satisfied. Now I spend my time at work being a cog, while invisibly doing my own work elsewhere, assisting those people in my life accomplishing their goals, offering my support, advice, and couch. It takes a lot to get on your feet, I know this and I am dedicated in bringing those that i know to the their dream, wether that means helping them get into an apartment, or college, or helping them write their resume and land their first job. My family has a tradition of helping each other out, so when I went to college I stayed wtih my big sister, now my little sister has also moved in with us and has begun to attend college, I know when the time comes my little brother will probably be staying with me, so he can also go to college. Although I may end up with my little sister instead. My dad always told us we were his retirement plan, he invested in us and I am pretty sure we all will be. I had a completely unconventional and fabulous childhood, well it was partially conventional I guess, my dad worked, my mom taught us all and made dinner, we had fun if it killed us. Ugg.. <-- my teeth hurt, I'm leaving now.. bye..