At 1:30 AM and I’ve been at school since 8 am the day before,
running on three hours of sleep.
Flour stress ball breaks. 
Apologies For Being Gone
Hello All,
Sorry for being away for quite sometime.
Between 4 different papers that are due the last week of April and a research paper, the least I could be is swamped.
I am alive, I assure you all and still kicking!
Right now I am just working on one of the Spanish papers I have due on Octavio Paz who is a brilliant writer! 
I even did a presentation on him! His ideas are obscure, hard to understand, but AMAZING!
You should check him out if you have time, there are essays and poems in English, as well as Spanish.
So, I have 3 pages and oh about 4 more to go? I hope to have this completed tonight or tomorrow. Then, another day, another paper. You know how it goes!
Just 2 weeks left of class and then finals (though most of my finals are the last week of classes!)
See I am alive!
Breakdown, Here It Comes!!
I feel a mental breakdown coming on.
Yesterday, up at 4 am.
Went to Social Work Day At The Capitol.
Met Governor Mark Dayton.
Spoke with him.
Met my representative.
Spoke with him.
Got back home 6 pm.
Studied for a BIG Spanish Test til 11.
Woke up today 6:30.
Went to work meeting until 8.
Studied again ’til 9:30.
Class from 9:30-12:20.
Work 12:30-2
Class 2-4:30,
And it includes my test.
And repeat everything again (minus the test and SW Day at Capitol) Wednesday and Thursday again,
In addition, I have a paper due, another paper due, group projects, and more studying, and a presentation next week.
My, my, my.
I guess this means you won’t be hearing from me in a while.
HELP! Ha.
Day After Day
I’m sitting at my computer,
typing with my short nimble fingers.
What has my life come to these days?
It seems to me that I’ve gotten from point A to B
in a way
that
I don’t even remember.
It just is
and
that’s ok,
i guess.
It just seems repetative
day
after
day.
Doing the same thing
every
day.
Sometimes I just wish that something would fall from the sky
to change this course my destination point is on.
Yes, I am grateful
don’t get me wrong.
There is just something more,
I don’t know what it is,
but I’m going to find it.
Searching.
So,
I’m sitting at my computer,
typing with my short nimble fingers.
What has my life come to these days?
I’ve got no idea.
But,
I’m going to make it worth something.
It’s March!? Is It Really?!
On the road again.
Can’t wait to get on the road again.
(Google Images)
Takin’ a trip back to the cities one more time to see mi familia!
Going to also fill out the loan to go to Spain as well.
Just one more step that will be complete on this adventure!
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It should be a glorious 75 degree drive, that includes the drive back down on Sunday!
Talk about crazy weather!! In March no less!!
This must be a cruel trick.
Yeah, that’s it a cruel trick is all.
I’ll take it though.
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Now to finish work and get back home!
Hustle For Green And Maybe Love.
I’m known to vanish when seasons
and reasons change.
It’s been raining
and I don’t know what to do with myself.
Today I gave $20 to a stranger.
He said he had to feed his kid,
I believe(d) him.
Even if it were a lie,
I think he needs it more than I do.
I may be in massive amount of debt from school,
but I try not to give a shit about money.
Its’s kind of crazy that capitalism
turns humanity into a hustle.
What is our world coming to
when we try and survive
by doing things that are illegal?
He gave me 5 bootleg DVD’s
because he felt bad for taking my money.
I felt bad for taking his movies.
Love is real.
Writing Without Thinking
Today in my spanish class, my professor made us write.
Do not write what comes to mind,
but write.
Hands moving.
And this is what happened.
I don’t know why, but it did.
And it’s spanish, so I will post this in english and spanish 
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Hoy en mi clase de español, mi profesor nos hizo escribir.
No escriba lo que viene a la mente,
pero escribir.
Manos en movimiento.
Y esto es lo que pasó.
No sé por qué, pero lo hizo.
Y es español, así que voy a publicar esto en Inglés y español;)
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Tress on the leaves fall around my head.
I cannot explain but feel.
So I write to make sense of the sounds that fall around my mind.
Yet nothing makes sense, so I keep on pressing my pen to paper to make it seem like I know what I am talking about,
I don’t.
And no one does.
And we are all human.
So we know nothing but what is on our bodies, clothes.
What an interesting thing,
clothes shield us from the rain,
yet never from pain.
So we wear clothes
to mask how we look.
which is all the same.
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Árboles en las hojas se caen alrededor de mi cabeza.
No puedo explicarlo, pero siento.
Así que escribo para dar sentido a los sonidos que se encuentran alrededor de mi mente.
Sin embargo, nada tiene sentido, por lo que sigo presionando mi pluma al papel para que parezca como si yo sé lo que estoy hablando,
Yo no lo hacen.
Y nadie lo hace.
Y todos somos humanos.
Así que no sabemos nada, pero lo que está en nuestros cuerpos, ropa.
Qué cosa tan interesante,
la ropa que nos proteja de la lluvia,
sin embargo, nunca del dolor.
Por lo tanto, usar ropa
para ocultar cómo nos vemos.
que es lo mismo.
Heck Ya!!!!
Holy Balls!
How did I pull off an A- for my Spanish Presentation?!
Ahh.
Just made my day that much better!
Plus, I got a letter to read later…
Never mind homework, I’ll be smiling whilst doing it.
Yeah, Midterms.
So, that midterm I was telling you all about..
Yeah, I don’t think I did so hot.
Did my best though.
If you were in that room you could see everyone look at the test and have a “oh shit moment”.
At least I wasn’t the only one.
Now for 2 more midterms and a presentation in the coming weeks.
Yay for me!!
