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Seeing my cousins having the time of their lives while I'm stuck in America doing homework makes me want to go back home more than ever.

A little tap and I was told I killed my brother.

Carpeted a sidewalk and broke some sheet rock with pvc piping..... Don't ask.

I hate to say I wish I could, but I haven't found the best way of succeeding. 

I wish I could write a poem that bled all of the thoughts from inside of my head, but I get so caught up in the stereo types of "creativity" that I get in my own way. 

Instead I'll simply release my thoughts one by one, and one day weave them together into one work of inspiration.

TODAY I GOT THREE PROJECTS DONE! GO ME!

on another note ...

I'm still tense about the bill gates scholarship. No one knows just how bad I want this.
Need this.

Escogí esta obra de arte por que me gusta los colores que están en la obra. Son muy brillantes y se ve que Miquel Barceló (el hombre que pintó la obra) puso muchos de su sentimientos en la obra cuando el lo pintó, aunque también hay partes en la obra de oscuridad. Esta obra  me pareció bien similar a la obra de arte de Picasso Guernica, por la razón que hay muchos animales que representan cosas diferentes. 

Esto es un pintura por Joan Miró. Me gusta el foto porque representa un fuerte mujer trabajadora, pero ha regate (regatear) por tiempo y pobreza. El mujer en la foto miro la mamá de Machuca entonces voy a escribir desde punto de vista de Machuca.

Esto es un pintura por Joan Miró. Me gusta el foto porque representa un fuerte mujer trabajadora, pero ha regate (regatear) por tiempo y pobreza. El mujer en la foto miro la mamá de Machuca entonces voy a escribir desde punto de vista de Machuca.

I was the most focused on college related material than I've ever been. I spent the entire day adding strangers on Facebook and looking for potential roommates if I happen to enroll into Penn State. I looked at all of the housing options and read the rules and policies of the dorms and halls. Every social page that was relative to Penn State had the saying "We Are" included somewhere. All of the accepted students were chanting this phrase, and all of the videos I watched has students yelling these words. I looked up the meaning behind "We Are... Penn State!" and found a video on youtube. A black man named Wally Triplett was PSU's first black football starter back in 1947. In 1948, Penn State was set to play in the Cotton Bowl against Southern Methodist University, but a black person had never played in the Cotton Bowl before. SMU wanted to meet with Penn State and suggest that they leave their black players behind. One of the guards, Steve Suhey commented, "We're Penn State. There will be no meetings." 

This later turned into the infamous slogan, "We Are... Penn State!"     

hold my hand until the end 

I keep letting myself get behind in these stories. I'm not really sure why. I'll catch up. then let a few days build up on me. Maybe I go by the posting of everyone else. Some post all the week's stories at once. All I know is, I'm gonna work on recreating my nightly posting habit. 

Mi libro es un buen ejemplo de "magical realism". Todas las cuentas se tratan de emociones y personajes realistas, pero las situaciones son fantásticos - no mucho, pero un poco. Estoy empezando ahora una cuenta sobre una mujer quien a veces sienta los emociones de otra mujer, una mujer muy lejos. Ya no entiendo porque ni quien es la otra, pero yo se que afecta mucho la vida de la mujer. Pienso que los autores hispánicos (y de otras países también) utilizan "magical realism" porque es una manera en que puede cambiar la situación y entonces los entonces los emociones de los personajes. Es como una exploración de los emociones, usando situaciones que son un poco fantásticos.

Even though I hate sunday's, I had something to look forward to today. Selection Sunday!!! Everybody fill out your brackets! May the best college basketball team win lol

Jordan: Yo Tajh why you looking at him like that?
Tajh: Cause man....
Jordan: Ctfu o shit I know why, you uncomfortable in here because of what happen, aren't you?
Tajh: Lol yea man that shit making want to leave. 
Jordan: Lol chill chill we just got here, just go talk to Naadir and all them and get your mind off it. 
Tajh: Ard man I didn't come all the way down here this late at night to just go home. We're going to have a good time.
Jordan: Lol ard bro lets get it. 

No matter what the road. Our paths still has a load of loves, and lust and not much trust. But are really telling me that this can't be us?? Hold on, let me get this right. You want us to be official and make this thing for real. Are you for real? Baby let me know! You want to make me the happiest man in the world, is that the deal? Girl for real?! Baby please be sure :/

Today I woke up, taught a Sunday school class, went to see Red Riding Hood (which was actually kind of good), visited my grandmother for a few minutes, took a shower and then I almost fell asleep while playing guitar. Pretty good day, sleepy day, but pretty good day.

​get out = gout'

" gout my room little girl"

talking about some = talmasome'

"yeah she was talmasome  i had to go to the store"


i hate her lazy talk, i hate it

Although cleaning can be very tedious, I always feel so accomplished after. I feel accomplished for two reasons; 1 being that the house or room is actually clean and 2 is that I actually had the motivation to get up and do it (without being told). Almost nothing else makes me feel more accomplished than cleaning except for getting into colleges and running more than 2 miles.

It was a normal friday day in school. Everything was well. 2nd period just ended and now it was my lunch time. I always look forward to lunch because I’m always hungry. I packed myself a large turkey ham hoagie from the corner store. It was delicious.

I'm sick of this 
I'm worn out
I am a page that has been torn out
A picture that has been burned
I am sick, I am crazy
I'm always being called lazy
I do my best and I'm told that I can do better
I pray for sunshine, but I can't mess with the weather
I'm the gum off of someone's shoe
I am looking for my reason to live, I truly don't know what to do
I have been told by others that I am crap
Hearing people talk about me behind my back
I am fat, lonely, I can't run a lap
I cover my head, while people tell me i'm a load of crap
I know that most of this stuff is true
But tell me, what am I to you?

Check... Cash... Food... Clothes... Music... Gone.