October 2009
21 posts
Etch Love.
I find some dude's number outside where I sit. I call him, no one answers, and he texts back-
Dude: Who is this?
Me: I found your number etched into a picnic table.
Dude: Oh iight its straight dude. Where at though?
Me: On the senior patio.
Dude: What school u go to?
Me: Mill Creek.
Dude: Who is this?
Me: My name is Omar. I can't answer the phone right now. I'm in class, bro. (He called me).
Dude: This girl i fucked put my numbe there..aint nothin trill boutt mill creek potna
Me: What girl was fortunate enough to sleep with you? Apparently, she knows one of my friends.
Dude: And what was put next tomy number?
Me: "Only if you're really desperate".
Dude: You must be desperate then.
Me: I'm just trying to stop STDs in their tracks.
Dude: Lol idk bruh but ia check it out
Dude: Lol idk but shez funny
/end convo
Lately I’ve been trying to convert my incoherent thoughts into something more… poetic; Usually when I find myself staring at the wall in class.
I’ve definitely improved since I first started scribbling on the side of my paper, but I always throw it in the trash on my way out.
Maybe I compare myself too much to people who actually do this for a living.
Ma mère: Congratulations [on your letter]!
Moi: Thanks! You're supposed to put them on a [letterman] jacket.
Ma mère: How much are they?
Moi: Like 200-300 dollars.
Ma mère: Do you want one?
Moi: Oh no. That's like two Armani jackets!
Ma mère: ...and a pair of jeans.
Oye, niña
Is there more to you than your blank stare and lifeless eyes?
Truly, are you even alive, or just drifting?
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I have a lot of homework, and I don’t care. I don’t deserve you, academic letter.
The “back to school” motivation (if there was ever any this year) seeped out of me a few weeks ago. Still, I get up early in the morning, and put forth all of my effort into class - just don’t give me that shit once I leave the building.
“What next? Oh, there’s got to be...
It’s always startling to cough up blood. My first girlfriend told me I could die from that. Could have something to do with yelling at the top of my lungs today (great stress reliever, mind you), and something about the way I brush my teeth.
It’s my own fault that I can’t sleep. If only I went to bed at a decent hour I’d spend less time tossing and turning. What I really...
This is my life right now... almost.
“What we’re doing is so wrong, and what you’re wearing is so right (it’s so tight). But I’ve never felt better, so I’m going out to get her, and I don’t care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback.
What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain’t you, but lord knows she’ll...
Flashback:
Child star, Imanol, performing on the television and my grandfather asking, “Quien es ese guey?”.
Going to see Gloria Trevi with my uncle. The dude in front of us had his kid holstered up on his shoulders, but became so overwhelmed with excitement that he dropped him. Fail.
Or when the crackhead put his hand on my shoulder and said “Tom quiere beber”. I...
I have so many CDs on the shelf that have never been played in a stereo system. That’s all been changing lately, ever since I discovered the superior sound quality of the Jetta’s speakers. I’ve heard instrumentation in some songs that I never new existed.
So goodbye, FM tuner. Song diversity is not worth your static noise.
I have an awesome homecoming date… from...