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I have taken my writing to a journal.
Where it's more personal.
Where it is respect it.
Where the only person that matters to be read by,
is myself.

La cultura de la sociedad consiste en todo aquello que conoce o cree con el fin de operar una manera aceptable sobre sus miembros. La cultura no es un fenomeno material: no consiste en cosas, gente, conducta o emociones. Es mas bien una organizacion de todo eso. Es la forma de las cosas que la gente tiene en su mente, sus modelos de percibirlas, de relacionarlas o interpretarlas. Cultura consiste en normas para decidir que; es, para decir que puede ser, para decidir que; es lo que uno piensa acercar de, para decidir que; hacer con, y para decidir como ponerse a hacerlo.

mario is amazing?

oh puhlease.



'love' makes you act retarded, thats all.



i'm so confused.



--i've kept reading this...it was written by my friend drew

Kind of like my nights,
All alone, when you're not online,
And part of me still thinks,
You could be my perfect story line,
And how could this be,
When I don't know, you not at all,
But tell me what would I do,
If these feelings turned out not to be wrong at all?

And tomorrow will be boring,
Cause you're not out of my head,
But believe me,
You're heart could be home here,
If you're world was with me instead.

Tell me what your horoscope predicts,
When this poem is all, I have to give,
Did it see right through this?
And tell you that true love was all just a myth.

And tomorrow will be boring,
Especially with all these words that are not said,
And they'll all stay bottled up inside until the next time I could prove it would all be good,
If you're world was with me instead.




--another piece of writing from him



I know its early,
and you hardly even know me but
i want your love so bad
so bad im bout to fuck it up
could you tell me what to say
you must have heard that line
about your eyes a million times
but now your holding out to hear about your chin
i bet that that could get me in
let me in
when you were younger
playing princess in your mothers dress
into the mirror
dreaming waht your prince would say
i know you still remember to this day
could you tell me waht to say
and sure its unfair
i might loose all self respect
those who say i should be myself
they have obviously never,
met you yet

went to mexico from the 7th to the 28th.
came back just today @ 3:30 am.
fucking pissed off cuz my painting
was never braught on the fucking airplane,
nonetheless my trip was amazing.

mira komo me fue

bello.

its been a long week, & i think my parents are getting divorced, i heard them arguing last night... i have nothing else to say, that basically sums up the shittiest week i have had, & prolly will have if nothing changes.

^{right after long day of pointless learning, i took the bus to the post office 14 blocks away from my house. it sucks to live in the southside well...just because so many people live so fucking far away from me, but not my good friends. i was in line for about half a fucking hour, shit. just got home, & i opened the box, it has some pretty sweet stuff. alot of bath and body stuff. i needed it. soccer? no soccer? soccer? no soccer? jocelyn said hi to} _{me in the 6th floor today & asked me that she would be really happy if I did join after so long of saying i would. Shes so nice, i hadn't talked to her in forever. I wouldve never thought she would've said a word to me ever again since fundamentals last year. it'}s so nice to talk to random people that you haven't talked to in forever. soccer- yeah fucking doctor hasn't sent me back my papers, so all i'm doing right now, is praying that he will be able to fax them to school so parente can know im doing JV. shes like --no well ^{you see hun, you cant do anything until you get all of your forms in, and...if theres enough girls for a JV team, and you still haven't tried out. I'm afraid your not going to be able to play-- well....thanks alot for laying it on me slowly &} lightly. she's nice and what not, but she should just get to the fucking point. idk what i should do. gah, im so tired from this weekend. alex, izzy,jorge, enrique, sandy, valeria, me and the rest of the gang went to some _{underground place across from the union @ marquette. we went bowling, and later that night we made our way to the ghetto urban underground basketball court that we turned it to a dance floor by the end of the fucking night. it was great, pretty siq if you tell me. it was like...watching porn,} but the people having there clothes on. wow. but whatever, different people have different tastes, and ways of dancing and shit. alex is just amazing, hes a bboy & a really good friend. im glad our friendship has gotten better ^{since last year. I just remembered how last year we had every single class together, so we would just walk to our next class together and stuff. now he has jay, im gonna hold myself back, a}_{nd not say anything through livejournal. oh and umm if you have shit to say; once again, you know the fucking drill, stop being sucha fucking pussy, & say shit when you fucking see me around, and not turn around and act like a little bitch and ignore me. im done.}