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college student. (english literature, dance, education)
quite fond of: friends and family (and where the lines blur) poetry the bay area dance (for life and always) eating constantly party time (excellent!) retail therapy olympic level procrastination wandering in libraries sleeping at odd hours emotional masochism Youtube Last.fm 
Poetry Excerpts from "Sound Off" chapbook. Poetry Workshop I, Mills College, August-November 2009. Copyright 2009, all rights reserved. "Progression"
As a
repeated chest pelting
supposition
early onset dementia
bewildered iris
mission statement
as
Horizon line
Testament not old not new
Ampersand
Technology etching That’s enough for today.
"unscheduled" tight
"strangers"
this glass was blown and cut and formed
"Chicken Chow Mein" Nothing is delivered without cost.
[ cohesion and concreteness
Ideals are minimal. Intangible. Disintegrating.
Your fortune: Only you can change your life. No one can do it for you.
It is quite the reasonable goal,
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
yes, I don't update enough, so sue me. I don't know how much I'll be around ,but i'm not going to Abra's intesive this year. I'm in ballet 3/4 at the center now, i'm the only ballet 4 girl left, so sad. so very sad.TORI's VIDEO IS OUT!! EVERYONE has go to see it! Sweet the Sting...it kicks such ass. IT actually has a chance, i think, to make some radio impact. ALANIS MORISSETTE concert TUESDAY! This is gonna be so fun, It was awesome last year. This is a poem i wrote about two days ago, i posted it on AU but no one's replied. (god, where did you go Anibal?? haha.) alright. I'm out. peace! I’m the girl who stands on the side of the building Running dirty nails across the aging building I know you see me with my fingers bleeding Because there’s always the split second of eye contact Knowing my luck, you’re on corners selling dope Knowing my luck, you want the girl that places her dirty thong in your mouth Knowing my luck, you objectify women in the way I hate Knowing my luck, you’re everything I’m looking for When you’re staring out the window, I’m reading a trashy novel And you’ll never take a moment to smile, are you afraid of me? Sometimes I think about you, how I know so little Who are you once you close your bedroom door? I can’t exactly say that my heart is racing, But you’re sparking some definite interest Knowing my luck, your best friends are all jerks Knowing my luck, we’ll never go out together Knowing my luck, you wont let me call you at home Knowing my luck, you’ll say I’m beautiful and mean it I can’t change the girl that I am So I guess it’s my turn now To quietly take the seat next to you without asking Look up to hopeful eyes and a shy smile And ask to borrow a pen Knowing my luck, I’ll hear stories about you in the bathroom line Knowing my luck, you’ll show up drunk at my back door Knowing my luck, your eyes will never raise high enough to meet mine Knowing my luck, you’ll genuinely care And I’m such an unlucky girl |
