26.11.09

I'm thankful for

Love and Hope and all that jazz.

For the times when I know what the right thing to do.

Books with sans-serif font.

Tyler Gobble, who motivates me to try my hardest and do my best.

Maya Williams, who pushes me to think harder, forcing me to figure out who I am.

Michael King for keeping me on the right path and for smiling through the rocky parts.

Vicki Hays, what a wonderful Co.

I’m also grateful for

Molly Stover for reminding me that life is made to laugh at.

For knowing me better than I know myself, Kinsley Kemp gets the kudos.

Travis Anderson for keeping me sane.

Max for being himself.

My grandma because I love her and she’s the hardest working person I know.

William Holman for being inspiringly courageous.

and

For teaching me what unconditional friendship is, I credit Cody (D).

Cliffton and Tim for making my life smokey and fun.

Little Lauren Diaz for her encouraging text massages.

The tough lessons I learned from Mr. Alex Salmins.

Bob for being consistent, unrelenting, honest, and unconditional

My family for driving me crazy.

Mom. For giving birth to me and being the weirdest most wonderful person I’ve ever met.

And finally, despite my inability to articulate, I’m so enormously grateful for my life, with all this challenges and each of its perks.

I wouldn’t change a thing.

So my gratitude is stereotypical, but still

Thank you.

17.11.09

I'm a mean.

Bits of torn paper and shards of glass mingling in the funnel clouds within the heavenly cotton membrane that holds all the people on the home-shaped globe at the very bottom of a forgotten bag of marbles.

COMM 210

“It’s a question of value,” said the professor.

But I want to ask her, “What’s your value?”

Where’s you’re heart?

-Tucked into your cold, concrete skyscraper of a power point presentation?

-Did it die with the batteries in the microphone that carries your voice to the 1200 empty, apathetic ears that are ignoring you?

-Or is it in the pocket of your juvenile green jacket?

Does it bother you that no one is listening to you?

It does?

Well, it bothers me that you don’t really are about the answers to your courtesy ‘how are you’s?’

I’m sorry I’m mean, I think I’m sick.

10.11.09

Harsh Realization.

I have a resident who hates me.

Sure, there might be 59 other residents who are perfectly fine with my performance.
But there is ONE
  • irrational
  • illogical
  • hateful
  • menacing
  • deceitful
  • manipulative
  • rude
  • two-faced
  • self-righteous
girl who hates me.
(I really try to love everyone, but this ones a toughy)


And I realized while I was in the shower that the things I don't like about her are things I dislike about myself.

Then the fleeting notion flickered in my brain, if she ever gets over her incessant hatred of me, we'd probably be great friends.

But then I realized that I wouldn't want to be friends with someone so much like me.

Make sense?

4.11.09

Right Now?





And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one