The Vision of Confusion

So the Graduate made no sense to me other than I felt a connection with D Hoff.

Suddenly I Saw

That Dustin Hoffman in the Graduate and I were the same person except, oops, he gets a girlfriend...

oh wait...and is eons wealthier than i am... with better prospects.

But we feel the same way. Confused, nervous about the future, dumbstruck by the looming possibilities ahead of us. A little too honest for our own good, and managing editors of yearbooks.

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

Nothing on this blog is working for me right now. I want the colors to be what I want them to be, I want my font to be as decadent as the 70 degree Fahrenheit weather outside. WTFFFFF. I got into college. That was good news. I should celebrate, but I'm feeling too restless. I think I'll just go watch the Graduate. FRU G:fa
kmfd

ok.

Spring Cleaning

So I've cleaned my room. It looks passable. I've reordered my clothes for the third time in two weeks, and am trying out the third new blog template in two minutes. Nothing satisfies. URGH.

why am i procrastinating practicing for my gig.

because i'm in that mood, aight? NO QUESTIONS

La vida mas calma

Hola mi gente!

Estoy en un viaje a Mexico, y yo paso un tiempo bueno. De veras, Los Cabos (en la península Baja) son bellísimas. Aunque no hay tantas actividades como hay en Nueva York, creo que aqui hay algo mas mejor: tiempo para relajarnos. Y en eso, salgamos bien. vale. Es muy divertido hablar con los mejicanos; creo que yo les confundo a los señores en particular, porque soy exótica. Piensan, <<¿Eres mejicana o eres dominicana?>>

La señora que nos cuida hace lo mejor guacamole (cada día, Dios mío!). Si yo sigo en la manera en que yo como su guacamole, iré a aumentar como un gigante!

OMJESUS

I have a gig! Aspiring songwriter gig! YES YES YES YES YES.

The Lowdown: April 11th, 6 pm. (thats a Sunday)

15 minute set! ALL MY SONGS! WHAT!

THE BITTER END
YIKES YIKES SO EXCITED

and that's how I know that the lord has been blessing me!

Werd man

I never thought that this day would really come. I'm writing my last essay ever for high school. I don't know what to do about this. I have a research essay about Nigerian films. And it's really interesting, but the one page will not be written! URGH

I am 17.

Happy birthday.