"...no more little plastic flowers..."

new heart for xmas part III

later dudes, happy christmas!

i want to tap dance in front of a roaring fire, and sign myself into slam poetry, which is hip-hop and writing what you know robin, kevin knows hiphop, and i do through him, who are you to say who does and who doesnt. i know i need my grades, and sanity, and islam, or hinduism, or buddhism, not christ. i need home. i need home, i need my health.

ITS MONDAY AND I HAVE FOUR DAYS OF CLASS LEFT AND FINALS. YIIIKES, BUT SO EXCITED.

david and i got back together, i can forgive and he can change.. im listening to radio depaul, listening for matt and had a wonderful evening, i studied for my finals as well as dropped paint off our parking garage onto a canvas or 5. i get to keep one. its totally awesome. and here i am. needing sleep, but being a nighthawk. love you. night

today was so dreary and awful out, its like nature knew we were going down in flames...

i broke up with david. he crossed me bigtime. which is sad, but i dont like being lied to. so, i'm in repair.

happy haunting everyone...mwahaha.

i suddenly find myself feindishly well dressed.

viral meningitus caused me to lose my ability to speak, feeling in my hands, disorientation, go to the looney bin (literally) and spend 5 days in a hospital. im home now getting better. watch out, get vaccinated because it is scary.

Sometimes I wish that life could be more like a movie, where the songs in my head could be in sterio somewhere beautiful and I could dance. Like really dance and be so beautiful and in love. And at onther times I wish I was head to toe in glitter and rollerskates and disco the night away. Thank god for my imagination, otherwise I would die. Love.