February 2012
12 posts
I hate my brother.
I always try to do the right thing by him, and always let him have the best ones of everything, and am so considerate. He repays me by constantly calling me stupid, and ignoring my questions and grabbing the biggest piece selfishly. I have waited so long for him to grow mature and start respecting me and start being selfless, generous, and considerate. He is really a super late bloomer, or he is...
thoughts.
Who am I trying to fool? If it’s myself, it’s certainly not working. I wish there was some way that I could just start over. Just erase all my years from the moment I entered middle school, and start over. There would be so much that I would change. My habits, my friends, my thoughts. So much. I wonder if I worked harder in middle school instead of watching TV every afternoon for 2...
Bucket List
travel to england, spain, germany, mexico, brazil, guatemala, russia, israel.
develop wholly love for alcohol and caffeine.
fall in love with an intelligent, sophisticated, strong, handsome, loving man. marry him. raise a family with him.
don’t disappoint my parents, or myself.
achieve a toned, muscular, healthy body.
acquire a large selection of books and dvds.
help people. be...
How Spain & Germany reinvented football →
Sonnet
I was too late to save my friend from death
Some robbers took his money and his shoes
His shoelaces were used to string his neck
The robbers pulled the string till he couldn’t move.
His body limp and lifeless loosely hung
They made sure to squeeze all life out of him
Dead flied around his head, sad songs they sung
Mice scurrying to tear him limb from limb
The robbers had long fled to...
Listen
“I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead...”
– Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence
Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
I.
I told the choir director you were sick tonight, the closing night of the concert.
Forgive me, but I wanted to shine like a superstar—
and anyways, your voice sounds like a croaking hippo.
II.
I fed your parrot hot sauce and he died.
I’m sorry but your bird just wouldn’t shut up
so I told him it was ketchup and the stupid bird fell for it.
III.
I gave your Bugatti...
His Outstreched Hands
He smiles down at her, a gleam in his eyes,
Her chin lifts up and her head rises—
With tears and gratitude from the dirt she stands,
Accepting his gift, those beautiful outstretched hands.
Standing tall side by side
The seeds of friendship are planted in their minds.
With constant watering and loving care
A strong young stem gradually appears.
A few years pass and they go their...
Inconceivable
It’s finally happening. I got a tumblr. Let’s just let this sink in for a bit.
Ok. It’s all good.
Cheers.