Goodness ( Read more... )

My personal theme for this school year and perhaps, for the rest of my life is IDEALISM ( Read more... )

I should not be on here.

I should not be writing this.

However, my homework load is so overwhelming at the moment that I can't help but deviate from it and do something ridiculous like this.

So, I'll make a list.

Things to do:

1. Honors Pre Calc

• in the process and quite time consuming. Not necessarily difficult, just a ( Read more... )

A belated Happy New Year's to all.

May peace and happiness be plentiful in your lives.

I'm in love with these Spanish proverbs.

( Los Proverbios )

Such an incredibly long time has passed since I last updated ( Read more... )

Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ( Read more... )

Senior summer I'm doing the whole road trip thing. Maybe I'll drive parallel to "On the Road." Maybe not. Anyone and everyone is invited. The goal is to end up in CA, most likely San Fran. I figure I need to do something wild and unexpected before I settle down and decide how I'm going to save the world from implosion ( Read more... )

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

here's the thing. We hook up to the internet in the hopes that we'll stay connected. That's why the internet was invented. The proverbial information highway connects to many smaller roads. The thing is that sometimes we get so wrapped up and convinced that we need to stay connected that we kind of forget that personal contact is worth more than ( Read more... )

I remember last year around this time I first heard the Rolling Stones. I was right outside of Baltimore in the Hunt Valley. Real rural. I was with two hippy boys I'd met a couple days ago. We drove by corn fields with buffalo grazing. The stereo was on full blast. Ruby Tuesday came on. The car was a pretty faded cherry color. The sun ( Read more... )