Ok everyone, lets not fret. I'm still here and still kicking, and kicking strong I'd say. I am just so super busy, and in case you weren't in the know about the haps, I'm about three months away from moving back to california! Yea Boy!
So things have been a little stressful. I am going to walk in December... SWEET! I have spent so much time out here the past five years that I am really glad to just accomplish the goal. Yea, again, I know it took forever. It just took some time for me to figure out my nitch in this collegiate world. I mean who could tell me in high school that I was going to be a writer.
So I am trying to finish up school, all while trying to force through a proposal for an internship in Redondo Beach, which would be one of the last credits needed for my actual deploma. That is a task in it's own. My school is kinda lame in the way in makes you do all this excess tedious work, when things could really be made a lot easier in this day and age. Like paperwork! Who fills this stuff out and transport it from place to place by hand. Why are we killing trees for this senseless waste. Paper should be save only for books in my opinion.
I'm begining to ramble, but its been so long, that I've really lost touch with where I'm going, where I've been, and where am I at now, which is one of the reason I writing. My mom used to have a copied cartoon on her office wall that had the phrase "I'm so far behind, I think I'm First!" Thats about what I have been feeling. I'd like to be far ahead, but certain task and problems jump in the way. Like moving endless sheets of paper between my english, history and interdisciplinary studies advisors(when the last one should really be the one will the solution, but no!).
I am being critiqued today by some published poet and my workshop. I wrote this "peculiar fetish" poem about my pen fetish... and it has spawned into my idea of a volume of poems about my pen addiction, so there are a couple of my pen poems up for discussion, and im a littel nervous. its really lighthearted word play with my weapons of choice, the writing utensil. I just hope this published poet can dig the idea. We shall see.
I went home last weekend, to visit my family. They are amazing, and beautiful, and so is their home. I would never call my home anything but a home. A house is something you can live in, spend time in, maybe even decorate, but a house has stories, history, and meaning behind every piece of tile, wood, and concrete used, as well as the blood, sweat, tears, arguments, hugs and kisses. All of these make for such a foundation as to establish my home's meaning to me and my family. I moved once before I moved to arizona, and it was only rooms. I'm glad I lived in the same home my entire life, and I am glad I can alway fall back and rely on the strength of my house to refuel me, replenish my soul, and recharge the battery inside me to keep doing what I am doing, and that is living the dream that my family gave me, in the home on 620 South Camino Real.
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Sorry dude! I was previously unaware of your pen fetish. I probably jacked a few of yours when we were on Williams St. Ill take a looksy through my pencil box.
Glad to hear you're alive and were in Cali no less. AZ takes its toll, can't wait to get back to the Golden State. I've met many people who accuse Cali folk of being ethnocentric and holding the opinion that everywhere else sucks. My response is that, in comparison, they kinda do.
Lake Show & Blue Crew, how you like dem apples! Too bad the Angels couldn't make it a L.A. World Series.
Good luck with the internship. No matter how much work they throw at you you'll walk outside to the bosom of the pacific ocean. Far out man, Far f-ing out!
Take it easy dude, f-ing social studies...
Raf Masta,
Its been quite some time. We chilled for a little while when Jack was staying at your place but other than that it has been few and far between.
I knew you were planning on moving back to cali but I didn't want to believe it. You are one of my best friends and I'm sad to see you leave.
But you know, you gotta do what you gotta do, plus it'll give me a reason to take a road trip and visit a good friend. In the mean time we need to get together within the next few months before you leave.
Hit me up when you get a spare moment.
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