should you decide to print, you must print in black

well im here.
at last i suppose.
too little too fucking late.

i remember starting this little blog guy last year around this time. i had just been to my last english class of the year and cecilia expressed her thorough disappointment in me and her dreams of finding a diamond in the rough were shattered. hmm i have a habit of doing that it seems. shattering other peoples dreams for me. oh well. so yea i've legitmately fucked up this semester. more so than i think i've fucked up any semesterin the past. not suure how i feel about it yet. i mean besides annoyed. but is annoyed really a legit emotion? i doubt it but then again i have no proof that anything is legit. except a round house kick to the face by one walker texas ranger. but yea. in 8 minutes i have to do my arabic homework. for the first time in a long time. i feel bad. i feel like i've really let amina down and i love her so. okay jeez stop dwelling right. im over it. soo over it kinda. ready to go home. definitely ready. i dream about my bed. i dream about my family and my dvds and the way my kitchen smells in the morning and the porch. ugh i dream about it like its so far away and its not. feels like forever.

i have no idea what summer is going to be like. dragos, maybe lalo, definitely boston, probably europe and maybe brazil. i mean things might get out of hand. i'll miss my angel and my monster. i'll miss my ballerinas and my potheads. i'll miss all those tricks i met along the way. but i'll be all the more excited to see them when i return. i also get to stay in the dorms an extra few days. im doing commencement again and i remember how amazing those few days were in an almost empty room listening to joni mitchell and miguel migs just loving being alone. ugh i cant wait to start my old life. my home life.

okay time is of the essence and im running out. ooh that sounded good. im sure i stole it from a movie or something though. okay arabeek time. i'll be writing more, as i should.