I wanna be queen of the valley when I grow up

I was just thinking
What's it like being a dorm bed?
Just laying there letting people come and go
having to get used to all kinds of people
different schedules different personalities different everythings

I think my dorm bed isn't ready to let me in
I think it's only pretending to like me
maybe it's cause of the stuffy feeling I get everytime before bed time
maybe I'm just too picky

I go about like a madman
not caring yet caring about everything
not noticing yet imagining about noticing
I always watch the little things that people don't bother with anymore
but I forget about the things people think I should remember
I am "almost hit by cars" constantly
there are things far more important than traffic to me
it's funny how alone we can be in a crowd
nobody wants to look alone yet none of us are ready to completely give aren't we?

It's easier to pretend to be crazy than to care about things

I've fell in love with a feeling recently
you know the feeling you get when you spin and spin and spin to the point where you're nauseous and silly with dizziness?
I think it should become a kind of therapy
something about being sick and dizzy makes you get look this world at a broader perspective
my theory is that somehow problems spin off because of your high speed
you stop caring about trivial things when you feel so dizzy you can't think

queen of the valley

international business dept?

as in...students from south africa and estonia who
went to taiwan cuss their own countries wouldnt pay for their education
and they get you?

hahaha!@

ohhh lord

cholo is in quarantine for a suspected night slaying
of a male suitor to his precious mojo

fuck la

tomorrow im going to a halloween party in the valley

people in santa monica look down on people in the valley

fuck them too

people in valley are not snobs, ok they work in porn so what

i would rather go to a party full of nearly broke adult "actors"

than a bunch of pretentious PR studio people...

in fact, I realize that I really have a relationship with this city
and that im very possessive. I love her the best before everyone awakes
and when everyone else is asleep. I like the drive back to her between 4-6:30 a.m.
the drive from the valley through mullholland, or the best is to take the back way through the coast on pch, exit ocean blvd, and take main up to ocean park. I think I came here to die, Im at peace. happy halloween, expect pictures from the valley

ohh dear

my parents teach gym

i've justified myself in the International Business Department
by doing a couple of splits and walking around with my name tag pinned in my hair and doing whatever i fell like

nobody can pull off a name-tag pinned on hair better then I can

why do everybody else put their name tag on their shirts?

i keep looking at it and hitting into it when moving

so i pinned it on my hair

and i forgot it's existence

isn't how it's supposed to be isn't it

nobody goes around thinking that their who and who

they just are

ohh dear

you know what they say about teachers

"Those who cant do...teach

and those who cant teach

teach gym."

I almost studied a summer at Oxford

back before my mind was wonderfully destroyed on sugar, early punk, and the lyrics of public

enemy.

i just recently filled a thiry gallon aquarium with fish, and I cant believe how telling their

behavior is...I have named the dominant fish cholo, the female, mojo, the others haven't justified

themselves worthy of an identity yet

people don't die on tracks
that way
they won't have to pay insurance

that way
they will be able to earn more from cramming in the exact same quiz

that way
fast, to the point, and not caring shit about whether you die or not

A guy majoring in finance walks around sporting a T-shirt

LACK OF MONEY IS THE ROOTS OF ALL EVIL

good for him
now it's my turn

MONEY IS THE ROOTS OF ALL EVIL

how's that for a change

why does language have to be corrected

as long as it's from the heart

who cares shit

our college english 1 teacher goes around correcting what's wrong and what's not

if he can't explain something

he says it's ridiculous and nonsence

who would know
he's the one that majored in lingistics in Oxford

Fuck oxford

next time try digesting cotton swabs

do you really think any of the greatest poets of the last decade

i.e. hip hop would stop to correct the proper use of flow...

next time you need a critique, instead of using your material

just use some of the lyrics of that genius poet Kayne West

see what they would say...

I had my first creative writing teacher in High School

His name was Mr Ellis, and he was cheating on his wife with another English teacher

this is very English department by the way

Ive studied six languages and there is nothing in the waters that

create such well...debouchery...as English...which is strange

b/c English isn't a language of beauty, or practicality

fuck I need some Kayne right about now

your post makes me glad to no longer be considered a teacher

not that I was great at it,

its just

I'm against it.

teaching a language that is a bastard

its like teaching rock n roll

really???

you wanna be the douche bag that says they can and can not

do as they please with a bastard?

no

not me

since I'm in the mode of asking you questions you can never really answer here it is

Q: Why do you think they teach people to drive cars on tracks in Taiwan instead of streets?

Q: What does this say about learning in Taiwan?

Q: I feel like we went over this so...what gives?

so

on that note

a moment of Kanye...

and she claim she only with me for the currency you cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery and i was too proud to admit that it was hurting me id never do that to you at least purposely we breaking up again we making up again but we dont love no more i guess wee f**king then have you ever wanted to kill her and you mixed them emotions with tequila and you mixed that with a little bad advice on one of them bad nights yall have a bad fight and you talking bout her family her aunts and shit and she say motherf**ker your mommas a bitch you know domestic drama and shit all the attitude i'd never hit a girl but i'd shake the shit out of you but imma be the bigger man big pimpin like jigga man oh i guess i figga it's ...

My conversation english teacher wants to be like Morrie. She wants us to write to our past or future selves. I pretended to be Nomad and wrote to me. I couldn't let go though. I'm not really comfortable letting 20 classmates that I meet once a week read my craziness. If I were to be really truthful: Hihi! tall alien with squeaky voice.

Oh, and she also wants us to find a native speaker (definition: born and grew up in the states or uk) to correct our homework for her.

During the native speaker worksheet turn in week, Chengchi was filled with packs of native-speaker-hungry students. They would move on quickly if the foreigner said somewhere foreigner like Germany or Spain.

I got lucky. My native speaker attended Tai Kown Do club. I caught him during the meet.

I gave him the Nomad letter and he looked at the sentence," I know I'm shy to an an autistic sorta way." and laughed.

He told me I was wrong.

Why can't Nomad say whatever he wants?

Darn

bittersweet

hmmm...

to counter

I still think you should be a librarian

but to play the devil food cake advocate that I was sent upon this green phlemy mess of manure

called planet home; why do you think books in taiwan are sealed in plastic?

why do you think books are over priced?

why do you think anyone getting paid a dollar an hour

is going to tell you anything but the answer that is going to get you out of their face

as quickly as possible?

also, my pretty little thing...try accosting young male book store clerks and see where

embracing the ethereal eternity that has launched a thousand ships...a thousand hips?

i dont think a male clerk would be so keen as to point who is carrying gucci

now... a male librarian on the other hand...no chance you'd get past on of them