9 days until adulthood

So I'm officially spending my 18th birthday alone. Ok, I lie. My college friends will be here, obviously (my birthday is on a Wednesday, where are they gonna go?). But none of my friends from home are gonna be here. It makes me so sad. Rachel was supposed to come the weekend after my birthday, but she's not. Thanks, hun. I love you, too.

the end of my world?

I'm thinking it's time for a new layout. We'll see how that goes.

Turns out college wasn't the end of my world after all... just the end of a part of my world.
I really like it here. I have a bunch of amazing friends. I even like some of my classes. I feel more myself here than I ever have. I'm still not happy, though.

"Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars."
-- Martin Luther King Jr.

Hashivenu

clipped from jewishmag.com Hashivenu Adonai Elecha, V'na-shuvah, Chadesh yameynu K'kedem "Turn us to you Oh Lord and we shall return. Renew us as in the ancient days."

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The Mother of Re-Invention (from The Magical Blog)

The Mother of Re-Invention

© 2007 JayCat

I bought a small bouquet

of scrawny yellow tiger lilies

from a Chinese woman at the station

at seven p.m. on a Saturday night.

I needed the comfort and the color

without you here, and

she looked like she could use the two dollars.

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(Dis)Comfort Zones (from The Magical Blog)

(Dis)Comfort Zones

© 2007 Franklin Perso

Washed out t-shirts and the smell of cigarettes.

So many other s have stood on these stairs.

Their troubles beyond my comprehension.

Consumed only in my own.

Ripped clothes and the smell of beer.

So many stand around me.

Their experience in the music,

so much different than mine

Formal suits and the smell of cofee.

Browsing over today’s agenda.

Their achievments,

so far above mine.

Everyday clothes, and no particular smell.

People with common intrest surround me.

Their feelings and emotions,

still different from mine.

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Humble Praise (from The Magical Blog)

Humble Praise

© 2007 Franklin Perso

I cannot take you to the ends of the earth,

but to the edges of immagination,

we may sweetly drift.

I’ll show you not the greatest,

nor the biggest river,

but the shy mountain stream,

where so much more is hidden.

To the peak of the highest mountain,

we venture not.

But I’ll show you a hill…

With the humblest of views

over the lolling vallies below.

The moon it is too far away.

The stars are further still.

But flowers of the ordinary kind,

I can give to you any day.

I know not how to build for you

a castle in the countryside.

But I’ll hold you safely here with me,

untill the life has left

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Final Ballad (from The Magical Blog)

Final Ballad

© 2007 Franklin Perso

The one thing that I thought I had,

was raped!

Was taken!

But without intent to cause me pain!

Oblivious to the truth that my-

one grey talent does not belong to me!

Revealed to be what I knew it was all along:

Useless, shamefull, worthless scribblings.

Not worthy of a child!

Irony-

I am but a child.

Unable to grow, in the way I wish to.

To Grow to my ultimate enlitenment!

To Strive to what I want to achieve!

Pretencious-

Denying what they all can guess,

denying what I know.

That all has been a waste of time.

Where to now with me?…

When I see your face again,

I don’t know what Ill do!

Probably turn and run away…

something I always do!

Life’s sweetest emotion has been ripped away,

by the one who never intended so.

Life will show you a picture,

but the caption will be blurred.

Too advanced for a human eye,

to grasp the meaning of it all.

Life Lies!

Life Steals!

Life has kicked me a finishing blow!

“Why?”

“O! Why” I cry!

Must of all that you could take…

Why did it have to be my words?

I am now at a loss.

For my love.

my words.

my world.

It is now all just an inexplicable feeling within me.

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*sings* I got a new roommate! I got a new roommate!

Not that there was anything wrong with the other one. I just have more in common with this one... kinda. We have the same major at least. And we're both a little out there.

I'm going up to Ithaca tomorrow to see Marsia. I should be happier. I was happy earlier. I think I'm just tired. I hope I'm just tired.

I hate college. End of story.

Borat

Several girls are in my room watching Borat. It's fairly strange. I'm so amused. There's always people in here.

This is my roommate Ashley, sitting at her desk, staring at her computer.

and the end begins

Ok. So, I'm in my dorm right now. Just came back from lunch with my FRIENDS! lol. Go figure.
Anyway, this really isn't that bad. I wish someone would call me or something, that would make it better. I think we're going to go to Wal-mart once Mylissa gets out of the shower.
I still have quite a bit of organizing to do. I really should be doing that instead of traipsing all over Bloomsburg. Oh well.

I'm at college! Yay! I'll post pictures of my room eventually.

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getting ready

My car is now cleaned out. All the CDs I'm taking are safely backed-up on my computer. My last load of laundry is in the washer. All my bags and boxes are downstairs waiting to be stuffed into Wilma (my car... Amanda named it). I should probably read the stuff I'm supposed to read for Welcome Weekend... then again, I need something to do tomorrow night.

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I keep thinking I'll wake up and it'll be 2003... 2001... 1999... 1989. I don't care when. I just want to wake up.

4 days.

Wow. I leave in 4 days. I think I'm kinda in shock. I'm all ready. Now I just have to wait.

*deep breath*

I'm.... feeling less like my world is ending, and more like I'm adding a new chapter to my life's story. Hey. Maybe I'll get a few new poem ideas.

I love this shirt!

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