New York

Ah, the greatest city in the world; it truly is the greatest urbanization in the world. i really can't say anything about it without sounding completely unoriginal or trite, just writing about it makes me feel like i'm writing on a dry erase board that everyone seems to have touched. but, really i think going to college there would seriously be the most exciting thing in the entire world; just being a part of it (oh my goodness: mel torme's song). Because of everything: the rush, the natural high one gets when you simply walk there because you know that oh-so many people have walked there, Katherine Hepburn, Meryl Streep, Diane Keatan from the Woody Alan movies, Tina Fey (capitalized because the full importance level that has been reached), oh and yes, i know there's a bit of a difference between all those actresses and Tina Fey but how can you ever exclude Tina Fey, she's simply terrific and 30Rock is jaw-dropping (that word is used for lack of a better one because there isn't one for 30rock its too amazing).
Oh yes, New York, everyone loves it, the shops, the plays, (not including Jersey Boys sorry, but who really wants to be a Jersey Boy?), the smell of the sewage, the fact that it isn't the number one city for heroine (ehem ...Baltimore), the lights, the sounds, the resturants, the people even; yes even the people who scare me or the people i adore who happen to work there (ehem, Tina Fey) and the amazing fact that there are so many different people there but they all seem to conform into one big pack: the New Yorkers. the fact that anyone one who has gone there, is there, or will go there for their specific period of time is a New Yorker amazies me and makes me want to scowl at the rest of the cities who, somehow, cannot accomplish this.
The "big apple" holds everyone.

I have realized that i have cried on so many occasions that i didn't even need to. the only times ones really needs to cry is when something is really wrong or someone has held a gun/slingshot/knife to your head and said "cry, bitch, cry". if that doesn't happen or if nothing else important happens or that doesn't happen then really why do we all cry so much!?
I cried this morning because i truly don't have much (if any) self-esteem, but no one died, except you know a part of me but that doesn't matter as much as someone else dying; things could be much worse. yes, i know that is completely unoriginal, but really let's be practical and think next time we're balling into a pillow or shoulder and stop ourselves. we are above this; cry for someone or something that is dying, not for yourself.

Then You're a Vegetable

A person once asked me "when do you know life really get's to be worth-wild?"
personally i feel as though that is simply one of the most flat out stupid questions ever to be told except, of course, "who is OJ Simpson?" (family, you know who i speak of).
but in all seriousness, living, what else are you going to do? what else are you going to waste your time doing? wait, you have no time if you're dead, or simply not living, which i have no idea where you would be, so when is life ever not "worth-wild". no i'm not going to say "that's appalling" or "think of the people who don't have lives" (i'm pro-abortion so that seems unfitting) but just ponder where you'd be if you weren't living.... lemme tell ya, i'm sure you're a lot better here than in "hell" or "heaven" or simply rotting in the ground. life is OF COURSE worth-wild. every breath assists you, every movement helps you to get to where you want to go, and if you don't want to get anywhere then you're a vegetable, you're simply a vegetable.

Vacations for Your Feet

We walked and we walked
me, on grass,
she on the sidewalk.
the grass, true was itchy, but not all the time
and once you reach the freashly cut and tended to grass it's more of a vacation for your feet.
sure, i cam home with blisters, but, they were blisters that were earned.
isnt that what life is about

Oh the Joys of Life

The ocean isn't wide enough to express my fears
The river isn't clear enough to drown them either
where the rain won't conquer is where my resolution spawns
and what my eyes can't see is the clearing of the clouds
for i am stuck
i am stuck the sand that is currently swallowing my ankles and that feeling of hopelessness is growing inside, gergiling and growning to which even those outside me can hear its taunting noises. i fly threw it all, but when it really comes time to do it i fail. i fall right smack onto my face where only the Earth's orbit is moving; not me, not my importance, and not even my pail quaking hands that i once had to hold down by squeezing my legs together.
oh the joys of life.