Lokomotiv Yaroslaval Tragedy

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September 7th, 2011. My first day of my junior year of high school. The worst tragedy in hockey history. The day we lost our friends, fathers, husbands, and brothers. The day Lokomotiv Yaroslaval’s plane crashed on the way to their season opener.

Let me give you some background. My father is a sports agent and represents mainly hockey players in the NHL, KHL (Russia), and in Europe. He has been representing players for as long as I can remember. These “clients” of his are not your typical clients, they are family. They live with us in our house when they are injured, and we stay with them when we visit. My father recruits players as young as 14 years old, who end up becoming stars.

We lost 10 life-long friends in the plane crash. Ruslan Salei, Alexander Karpovtsev, Alexander Vasyunov, and Igor Korolev are among the players I was closest to.

Ruslan Salei: When he played for the Florida Panthers, we would spend Thanksgiving at his house every year, while we were in Miami on vacation. He had two young children, a boy and a girl. And one was just born. It hurts my heart that they will never again personally get to experience what a great guy he was. He was kind, generous, and funny, and an amazing father and husband.

Alexander Karpovtsev: He was a coach on Lokomotiv. His house was 40 minutes from mine and I grew up with his two daughters. We spent every New Year’s at his house in New York.  He was full of life, adventurous, and we loved being with him.  There was never a dull moment.

Alexander Vasyunov: A few months prior to the tragedy, he promised he’d teach me to speak better Russian, while I taught him better English. He was drafted by the Devils three years before, and was playing on and off for the farm team and the Devils. The Devils didn’t give him a solid spot on the roster for the Devils for the next season, and his contract expired, so he signed with Lokomotiv. I have a lot of good memories with him, including blasting rap music in his car, playing soccer, and going to the Spanish restaurant by the Prudential Center after Devils games.

Igor Korolev: He was such a genuinely nice guy. Being in the Korolev’s house this past New Years, with his wife and kids, seemed so empty without him. We missed his fun spirit, but we felt it. He would do anything for his family. His two daughters Anastasia and Kristina are about my age, and we’ve been friends since childhood, even though they live in Toronto. I could say as many nice things about Igor as possible, but no words can express how great he was.

Aside from Vasyunov, because he was very young, the other players and coaches were my dad’s friends and clients, since before their careers began. I would play hockey in my basement with them. Karpovtsev was always the goalie. My dad and his clients would always play poker in the basement and I would sit and watch.

My experience is nothing compared to what their actual family members went through. Some of their wives were pregnant. Some were building a new life with their families. Every situation is different, but everyone’s is interconnected.

This post is not meant to make people sad, rather, it’s to help continue their legacy, and show how greta of individuals they all were.

-Lana Gandler

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This post is not meant to make people sad. I want their legacies to continue to live on, and for the world to remember how great of great of individuals they all were. We miss them very much.

-Lana Gandler

HELP ME RAISE $ FOR A PUPPY!

Help me raise money for my new puppy!! I will be selling some clothing items, shoes, bags, and accessories and all of the proceeds will go towards buying the puppy!! I understand that this is not a serious cause, but I really want a dog and my parents won’t let me get my own until l graduate in 2 years.  I really want a puppy friend 🙂

Brands: Gucci, Chanel, Acacia, Lovers & Friends, Top Shop, Acacia

These are just a few images but I will be selling other things too.  Feel free to message me and text me to come over to look and try on the clothes and shoes and bags!

Gucci Bag
Gucci Bag
Chanel Bucket Hat
Chanel Bucket Hat
Blue Lovers & Friends Romper
Blue Lovers & Friends Romper & Nude Gucci Heels
White "Swan" Leotard
White “Swan” Leotard
Top Shop Dress
Top Shop Dress
Acacia Bathing Suit
Acacia Bathing Suit
Burgundy Pointy toe shoes with Gold
Burgundy Pointy toe shoes with Gold

Thanks,

Lana Gandler xo

Why You SHOULDN’T Go To The Bathroom With Friends

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Dear girls, boys, men, women, anyone who’s ever wondered why girls go to the bathroom together,

This is not a post to explain why girls do this in groups, and what goes on in the bathroom. Betches Love This, already did that: http://www.betcheslovethis.com/article/going-to-the-bathroom-in-groups. In fact, this post is the opposite, as I am going to bash all of you girls who do this, in the nicest, most caring way possible.

Unless you need your friend to help you for obvious reasons, are escaping through the window, running into a friend, having an important conversation because the music is too loud inside of the club, or if you’re at Wall and need to help your other friend sneak in through the bathroom, DO NOT GO TO THE BATHROOM WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS.

Let’s start with the basics. Do you REALLY need your friend to “come pee with me?” No you do not, because I am pretty sure you have mastered, or at least learned how to perform this skill when you were potty trained at the age of 2… or 7, if you had troubles. Sorry not sorry to break it to you, but your friend will in no way assist you in releasing the urine from your bladder. Actually some people who have shy bladders, are great examples because they need to do this task on their own, despite the other obvious issue they have. If you bring a friend with you to bathroom, or even worse, the stall, (and not doing any of the above mentioned activities), then I hate to break it to you, but you need to get out your telephone, call your health insurance provider, and ask for several numbers for a urologist closest to your location, call each one of them, and book the earliest appointment available. While you’re at it, I recommend making an appointment with a psychiatrist, and your general health practitioner to examine every part of your body as well. The issue you have is very concerning and all of us here are praying for your recovery.

Aside from the medical aspect of this situation, there is a social problem as well. You look like a insecure little girl who is asking your mommy to take you to the bathroom. You are a big girl, you can do this, I believe in you my little shining star. When you go by yourself, you are representing the strong independent woman that don’t need no man, or in this case, friend. Don’t worry, your friends aren’t going to ditch you, they’ll still be there when you get back. And don’t worry, you won’t miss out on anything because the party does not go on with out you (unless you’re boring).

I could go on forever, but I think I’ve made my point clear. Comment below if you agree or disagree 😉
Stay Classy and independent,

Lana

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My take on Sororities

Dear Sorority girls, GDI’s, and anyone else who cares,

DISCLAIMER: this is in no means bashing sororities or stating that it is wrong to join one.  This is just my story and my thoughts on them.

As many of you may know, I am a GDI (God Damn Independent) and damn proud of it.  First of all, my family is from Russia and I am a first generation American, so there was no “legacy” coming into this.  When I first heard of Greek life, probably in middle school or high school, it never appealed to me.  My sister, who is three years older, graduated from Rutgers University last year and wasn’t in a sorority there.  I always visited her when I was in high school and she still had the full college experience.  I always said to myself that I would not join a sorority because of the following four reasons:

1) I didn’t like the idea of having to “buy” friends

2) I don’t need more “sisters.”  I already have my biological sister and family and that’s all I need.

3) I’m not that girly

4) It seemed like it was for fake girls

I formed all of these impressions from my sister, other older friends who weren’t in a sorority, and the movie House Bunny.  My friend who was rushing at the University of Alabama told me that when she walked into one of the sorority houses, the first thing one of the girls said was, “Oh my god, I love your rolex.”  She ended up dropping out of rush because she believed that the girls were mean, shallow, shut people out, and they had too many strict rules.

Fast forward two years, and what do you know.. I am rushing at the University of Miami.  Talking to my future classmates before school started about joining a sorority, I would say, “I’m not sure, maybe I’ll rush to meet people but I don’t think I’m going to be in a sorority.”  Throughout fall semester, things changed and my views were influenced.  I thought it was fun to dress up for the mixers (Halloween is my favorite holiday), all of the friends I made were going to rush, I made older friends who were in sororities, and it seemed like the thing to do at Miami because EVERYONE was rushing.

From the moment I got there that morning, things felt a little strange.  I didn’t go to orientation the day before because I was on vacation with my family, and I felt like they did not think I was taking the process seriously.  I met a few girls in my rush group who I got along with really well, which fell to my disadvantage because apparently this is a very serious and strict process and you aren’t allowed to speak when you are in line and about to enter the suite.  They kept us there for hours, and we had to go on breaks where we weren’t allowed to speak about the conversations we had in the suites.  Day by day I was getting restless, and when I get restless, I tend to get a littlebit hyper and I talk a lot.  The head of rush was a BITCH, but she somehow singled ME out everytime and found something to yell at me for.  In one instance, I had my foot sticking out of the line because of the way I was standing, and one of the people in charge tripped over me and stepped on my foot.  She didn’t get hurt at all, and I was the one who was trampled on, but the head “rho gamma” witnessed this and proceeded to scream at me and threaten to kick me out, accusing me of tripping the rho gammas.  Later on that day, when I had a break, I was called outside by some of the rho gammas and the BITCH.  She gave me a warning that if I continued to behave that way I would be kicked out of rush.  She claimed that I was bad mouthing some of the sororities and that I was hurting some of the girls feelings.  Who wasn’t talkingabout the weird situations they had in some of the suites? All of my friends were.  But I was singled out.  That day I visited four sororities, and the next day I was supposed to narrow it down to two.  I knew which ones I wanted to pick and I had a good time in those suites that day.  When I walked into one of them, I knew most of the girls there from first semester and they seemed happy to see me.  We had real and normal conversations like you would with your friend, not like you would when youare applying for a job and trying to sell yourself.  We even talked about the BITCH and what she had said to me.  I was starting to like the idea of joining a sorority more just because I got to know some of these girls pretty well and clicked with them.  I was excited and nervous for the next day.

I woke up the next day early to get ready, because this was the day we had to look our best.  I had my outfit picked out and was about to put it on, when I texted the rho gamma in charge of my group to find out which sororities chose me back and which two were on my schedule.  The text I received was completely out of the blue and far from what I or my friends expected.  I was scheduled to go into the two sororities that I hadn’t marked down and the ones that I had the most fake conversations in and did not click with the girls.  I didn’t want to go to those sororities, so I told her I was dropping out of rush.  Of course, I was upset. All of my friends looked amazing and were so excited to finally end the process and be in the sorority.  And I was sitting there alone in my dorm room, while some of my friends came to see me and find out what happened.  I didn’t want them to pity me, and of course I was sad, but I knew I would get over it.

And so I did.  I ended up taking 18 credits that spring semester and getting a 4.0 GPA.  That meant more to me than being in a sorority.  A lot of people I knew did worse in school that semester because they had no time to study as much with all of the sorority meetings.  I spoke to the older girls in the sororities, and they had no idea what went wrong.  Some claimed that I was on their list, and they thought that I didn’t choose them back.  Others said that they thought I wanted a different sorority.  Still, no one really knows what happened.. but it doesn’t matter.  I am so relieved that I do not have to sit through endless meetings every week, go to events that I don’t want to go to, worry about following the rules, and most of all, have to be “sisters” with people I don’t even know or like.

Some of these “sisters” say bad things about each other to their other “sisters,” steal their “sisters” boyfriends or love interests of their “sisters,” and leave each other out.  What kind of sister is that?

On a lighter note, being a GDI has allowed to experience other stuff, and actually be part of the REAL WORLD, not just part of the bubble called the UM Greek life community.  I made a lot of other GDI friends, and international friends, have a lot more time to focus on my education (which is why we are all there), and do whatever the hell I want to do because I am a free spirit and I was never meant to be in a sorority. #GDITILIDIE

Thanks for reading my story!

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Love,

Lana

Voicemails: why we HATE them

 

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Sup everybody,

(This was originally posted on http://kylejay.com, when I guest blogged for Kyle.)

So we all know the pain in the rear-end called a voicemail, having to check the voicemail, and having to delete said voicemail. Here is the REAL REASON why we hate the voicemails in our inboxes: most of them are accidental, and therefore, just an blank empty waste of 5 seconds to 3 minutes of your life that you’ll never get back. If you’re lucky, you can overhear them accidentally saying bad things about you, and you have the perfect proof right in your phone. But let’s just take a quick moment of silence towards the people who butt-dial, are too lazy to hang up the phone, and the people who just day dream and forget to hang up when the person they are trying to reach does not answer. *silence*

Scrolling through my voicemail on my iPhone right now, I currently have 29 voice mails that contain nothing from a dear friend of mine, who is a professional blank-voicemail-leaver. (Side note: I wonder how many other people besides me have these voicemails, and how many are in their collection. Should we have a contest?) She never fails to leave me a voicemail after every missed call even after I have given her many “tutorials” on how to end the phone call when the person does not pick up the call. Some people just never figure it out…

What makes it so complicated to take your finger and press the big red button or to just simply place the receiver back onto the hook? I will be hosting classes at a location TBD, if you are in need of this type of assistance.

Anyway, in this day and age, who has time to listen to their voicemail? The iPhone definitely makes it a lot easier by having a visual voicemail where you can just delete them right away. But unless it’s from a doctor, or business related… NO ONE CARES… JUST SEND A TEXT!!

That’s the culmination of my “rant.” I hope you agree, but I hope even more that you aren’t one of these people. Let me know if you are a fan of voicemails or not, in the following poll😉

Love,
Lana

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WELCOME TO MY WORLD

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Hello/Privet/Hola/Servus/Olá/Shalom,

I am so excited to introduce my new website and share my thoughts and experiences with everyone who’s interested.

For those of you who don’t know me personally, I am Lana Gandler, Get Over It. I am about to begin my junior/ third year at the University of Miami as a Management and Marketing Double Major in the Business School, with a minor in Sports Administration.  Girl? Sports? Yes.  I was born in New Jersey, but my parents were born in the Soviet Union, so I speak fluent Russian.  I also speak Spanish.

My interests include:

  • Sports
    1. (hockey, tennis, soccer, basketball, iceskating, gymnastics)
  • Fashion
  • Education
  • Health
  • Comedy (making people laugh)
  • Food ❤

Join me as I make you laugh, tell you stories, and share my moments 😉

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