- - Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I've learned that the less you invest the less you stand to lose
I'm scared that I've squandered time and I don't push myself hard or far enough.
Before I head off to college, I need to prove it to myself.

- Psychoanalyzing Ghaddafi - Monday, March 28, 2011

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/29/science/29psych.html?ref=world

- Escuela - Tuesday, March 22, 2011

School:
U of U: Accepted. Full ride plus 500 dollars/semester stipend
Tulane: Waitlisted
UChicago: Waitlisted
University of Washington: Accepted. No money for out-of-staters
Rice: Waitlisted...
Berkeley: Accepted
Pomona: Waitlisted
Carnegie-Mellon: Accepted
UVA: Accepted
Cornell: Rejected
UPenn: Rejected

Word.
I have narrowed it down to deciding between Berkeley, U-W, and UVA.

- - Sunday, March 06, 2011

I mean, I forgot how much I loved you until this dull ache started
Way down somewhere deep, in between a tickly place and a gut-wrenching scream
The sick giddiness you get when you hear horrifying stories of women going into labor for forty hours
The lake, smooth, placid, and ink-black
Reflects the sleek white towers of the oil refinery, spewing
Steady curls of steam and
Flames billowing from steep, steel spouts
Quiet across the water, in spreading golden streaks.
She bounced outside with a cigarette pressed against her lips
Begging the last bits out of it with every
Cold, shuddering breath.
The moisture and salt stuck in our lungs
We danced in the headlights, dim and yellow in a semicircle
Before the closed gates, like maddened convicts
Our hair spilling in the wind
Screams stopping five feet away in the
Thick, moist air.
I watched you, while you closed your eyes against
The fairy-lit hill, silhouetting your pretty, dark head.

Bzzzzzz

I need sleep, coffee, and a run.

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Let people into your life :)

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