Im not sure

So said person is crossing this street which is crossed five non six days out of the week, a street with four directions of traffic and 16 different lanes, a street that is heavy in pedestrian traffic. So this person starts to cross because well, it's a red light and it's her turn, and this old red truck/van comes to a speeding halt, well over three feet from the white line cars aren't supposed to cross, trying to make a right turn. And almost runs over said person. Well said person thought the car stopped because the man driving almost ran over said person, said person thought that they had made eye contact and proceeded to begin crossing again, only to find that in the first step the car with the man looking to the left to make sure no cars were coming again hit the gas, this time however said person rose her hand high above her shoulder and slammed it on the hood of the man's truck. The man startled looked at said person, and continued looking somewhat confused and dazed as said person kept a hand on his car and went to his window, where said person opened the door and took him by the collar, put another hand on his shoulder and shook him out of his car. Said person's foot then kicked this man in the crotch, and the man grabbed his humanity and bent in pain, while said person then took the backpack that said person was carrying, it contained a book, a bottle of orange juice, and other articles like pens, one mechanical pencil, a phone, a wallet, a small brush, an eraser, a notebook, sixteen pages of printed out notes, a letter from an old friend, headphones and an mp3. The backpack made an arch above said person's head, and landed on the back of this man. A man that was too shocked and scared of said person that could utter no words other than whatever a person says or sounds like when he or she is being beaten up. So by this time the dance of the green, yellow, and red lights hasn't stopped and said person with two semi-hobos, looking at said person, walked away from the man, still recuperating from the kick, and continued on said person's walk. It was visible that said person leaned down and said something to the man, something that sounded calculating, angry, and nervous. A passerby an old black man who was waiting on the bus with no samaritan interest other than in five dollars heard the remark, and repeated it with a chuckle, "ha, you sure have been dropped you bent bastard" haw haw, "and by a little girl too! hahaha", Said person didn't look back, but rather fixed the upheaval of said person's shirt, put the backpack back on, looked to see no cars and like it was said before continued somewhat hurried and with a strange sense of something, that still cannot be described. something liking to power, anger, calm, remorse, fear, and anxiety.

Jebus!

I smelled roses today. It was the smell of roses.

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Also, today while in the rail there was a badly dressed fat black girl listening to her ipod really loud you could hear the rap beats, and these two blond girls that were looking at her like she was trash. Holy cow, I've never seen that in real life. It was so distasteful.

I was bored today, can you believe that?

And November 16th is almost here!!!! Im scared.

My hair has been looking nicer in these past days of nice weather. I love it when there's no humidity.

I leave you with this:

Kaka is a winner, Jose Mourinho Im not sure about you, Giovanni keep going, and Ochoa leave for the old continent!

Broken arrow

A night in an open balcony, the cold not yet here.
A pair of brown eyes staring at my face.
The touch of a warm hand.
And the mellow soundings of distant conversation.

le touche de lèvres

the shy smile afterwards.

And then?

my inability to say yes.

it's a broken arrow.

schepps, a bad chicago hotdog, and a textbook

is this a new story about to begin?

I dunno, it might be welcome.

In other news, this whole thing of going to school and work is getting me really tired, especially that whole two hours of wasted time on saturdays. bleugh.

anyway, nothing else to report.

Swimmer

So it is almost actually we have reached the middle of the semester. Tests are coming in about two weeks and it's scary! Non, they are actually here. hahaha.

Im contemplating getting an ipod, I looked at the zune and while I would get more storing power it's just not as cool as the ipod. Besides the ipod is so tiny!

My job so far is nothing very hard, Im learning some stuff and it really makes me think about my future. It is discouraging and sad to listen to unfulfilled souls but it is also slightly motivating. haha. non seriously. and torturing because these people have not discovered the magic of pacifica radio. I listen to the worst station ever, I don't even want to mention it because it is that horrible. I cringe whenever someone says "that is my favorite song!" But meh, people are nice and I am quiet, that is how life goes.

I have this lab that seems to take over my life, but Im starting to appreciate Drosophila melanogaster in a new way, I will think twice before killing another little fly.

Also I loathe network omni.

And I am currently filled with resentment and frustration.

Sometimes I look very young other times I look old and still others I look my age.

I am grateful to alcohol.

I really take offense when after hair-drying and some straightening of my hair I step outside and in ten minutes it is like I did nothing and it gets all puffy.

I only wear horizontal lines.

Someday I shall punch someone.

With Giovanni playing and Guardado and etc, why isn't Mexico doing well? Tying with Nigeria sucked.

I read How Doctors think, it was alright. Also in this magazine " Outside" there's an article about survival stories in the wild, like this couple got attacked by a mountain lion, this guy by a shark, and then other stuff that happens in kayaks, and all I could do while reading was giggle, I mean I laughed so hard that these two ladies that were looking at gardening books looked at me funny and then one of them said "ok we're reading that book next!" hahaha, poor oblivious ladies, I tried to make it sound like I was laughing because I was incredulous at the survival stories but in reality I was laughing at their pain. I know it's awful but I can't help it.