Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
May the force be with you
Yesterday during chem lab my professor talked about transferring and he made some good pointers/guidelines to follow for consideration of a specific university that best suits your style. Basically, it all came down to the question about life...and what do you want out of it. Sure you can sit on your ass and smoke all day trying to understand and look deeper into the meaning of existence...or...hell I don't know what people think when they're wasted...they just do it for fun. For me I believe I make an impact in the world...I won't give up trying to become what I've set my goal on becoming. I want to look back and tell my colleagues, friends, family the story of my life. Now I will eat my 1:30 A.M. spicy chicken sandwich and watch How I Met Your Mother.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Experience (rough)
Golden hay streams across the familiar
Place, plains that once were crimson and em'rald.
I can easily recall elation
That was so fondly streamed across my mind
In this stream and wondrous field.
The fields were decorated in childish
Laughs, a young girls hope, a boyish love, all
With swings, slides and further off a maypole
Dressed with green, pinks, crimsons- once, long ago.
Now fires burn and smoke flood fields that
Once shone with light, wondrous and pure,
and blight leaks out like tar, like fear, ugly.
Thick as molasses, but shares nothing of
the sweet syrup, only sloth, and the restless
nature of youth tainted- love spoil'd.
And where the kids' love grew, where we saw us
and what it meant, and who we were we knew,
now stands monuments to gleeful epochs
covered in moss, devoured by time.
What a treasure it is to see, black seas
blacker heavens encompassing our statue
of lips once kissed, of hands rarely held
of beds that beautifully were shared.
And now, mother, lover, ruby, friend
I can only walk away from the scene
Only hope to make life
of our statues,
of our times.
Place, plains that once were crimson and em'rald.
I can easily recall elation
That was so fondly streamed across my mind
In this stream and wondrous field.
The fields were decorated in childish
Laughs, a young girls hope, a boyish love, all
With swings, slides and further off a maypole
Dressed with green, pinks, crimsons- once, long ago.
Now fires burn and smoke flood fields that
Once shone with light, wondrous and pure,
and blight leaks out like tar, like fear, ugly.
Thick as molasses, but shares nothing of
the sweet syrup, only sloth, and the restless
nature of youth tainted- love spoil'd.
And where the kids' love grew, where we saw us
and what it meant, and who we were we knew,
now stands monuments to gleeful epochs
covered in moss, devoured by time.
What a treasure it is to see, black seas
blacker heavens encompassing our statue
of lips once kissed, of hands rarely held
of beds that beautifully were shared.
And now, mother, lover, ruby, friend
I can only walk away from the scene
Only hope to make life
of our statues,
of our times.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wake up..it's the first of the month
Greetings! Let's take some time to remind ourselves that despite the economic turmoil that has affected our nation and some of our budget in our pockets..tomorrow is indeed my birthday...and I will be looking forward to your presents, but you are all lucky it's April's fools day so it doesn't necessarily imply that I am telling the truth...although you are all welcome to go out and purchase something if you really love me that much, I will gladly accept money order. I just found out that U2 and MUSE are on tour, but aren't stopping anywhere near L.A and that's fucking bullshit. I have waited 2 years and yet no tour...maybe new album will be good...and I'm talking about MUSE. Yes they have a new album coming out soon, I encourage you all to listen to it when the time comes.
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