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Even if I fall on my face, I never fall all the way to the ground.
I'm in my little cubicle of my own making. Amazing screen, pink mouse and very sexy wireless keys! I've got a cutting mat in front of me for any impromptu art projects. My command center. (I recently thought it might be cool to cast an actual computer 'geek' in command center film roles..)
I'm liking my place here. But I'll never truly be on my own. Not with my job only providing minimal pay, my lack of transportation and the employment conditions. I'll be owing the state this education money. And I doubt many in my generation we be able to pay it back! Maybe we are overvaluing our college educations. Yes, they are important, but they don't give back! So they are worth less (not worthless.) But, really, what can it accomplish for me?
I met a friend from Saudi the other day. He built plans for hundreds of buildings, many of which are already built in places like Egypt, Shanghai and (I forget what city) in India. They say he is overqualified and undereducated. He couldn't get enough American college credits. And English isn't one of his top languages. For obvious reasons, when you write in Arabic then in English, it's like learning how to write all over again.
Of course, meanwhile, I am trying my best to get A's but I think I am just not meant to get them.
Watching MacGrueber, earlier, I noticed just how much I get that humor.. The Name sake character looks like a 'lion' I used to date. Mane and all. They even act sarcastically the same. That movie also has some highly non-cinematic sex scenes. Good stuff! It made my Arabic friend feel very awkward. Ha! He even covered my eyes! (Movie theaters always bring back memories.)
..
A part of me
wants to leap
into your outstretched arms,
but lo I fear the ground
envy where the grass is green
and envy in my arms
inventing perfect days
in the fault de nobre love
Oh man, am I really conducting conversations with my roommate from my commander's seat? If I could live here.. would i ever get up?
I'm in my little cubicle of my own making. Amazing screen, pink mouse and very sexy wireless keys! I've got a cutting mat in front of me for any impromptu art projects. My command center. (I recently thought it might be cool to cast an actual computer 'geek' in command center film roles..)
I'm liking my place here. But I'll never truly be on my own. Not with my job only providing minimal pay, my lack of transportation and the employment conditions. I'll be owing the state this education money. And I doubt many in my generation we be able to pay it back! Maybe we are overvaluing our college educations. Yes, they are important, but they don't give back! So they are worth less (not worthless.) But, really, what can it accomplish for me?
I met a friend from Saudi the other day. He built plans for hundreds of buildings, many of which are already built in places like Egypt, Shanghai and (I forget what city) in India. They say he is overqualified and undereducated. He couldn't get enough American college credits. And English isn't one of his top languages. For obvious reasons, when you write in Arabic then in English, it's like learning how to write all over again.
Of course, meanwhile, I am trying my best to get A's but I think I am just not meant to get them.
Watching MacGrueber, earlier, I noticed just how much I get that humor.. The Name sake character looks like a 'lion' I used to date. Mane and all. They even act sarcastically the same. That movie also has some highly non-cinematic sex scenes. Good stuff! It made my Arabic friend feel very awkward. Ha! He even covered my eyes! (Movie theaters always bring back memories.)
..
A part of me
wants to leap
into your outstretched arms,
but lo I fear the ground
envy where the grass is green
and envy in my arms
inventing perfect days
in the fault de nobre love
Oh man, am I really conducting conversations with my roommate from my commander's seat? If I could live here.. would i ever get up?