What Seems Like a 100 Questions

Do I live to far in the past? Is it to hard to understand what reality is now? What do I want to do with my life? Am I capable of greatness? Is there understanding in the world? Who is Racist? Are braces and Ipod's just status symbols? Can you have to much music? Today, is it really buy nothing day? Do you think it will snow? Do you think Christina and Burk are done forever? What does "Ave Maria" mean? Is that how you spell it? What does it take to make stuffing? What is the average calorie intake? Does any one know what they want to do after college? Is there life after college? What movie should I see? What is our family dynamic? Where is my cat? Where is my phone? Why can't school have a snow day? Are there still problems in Northern Ireland? Is living to 89 a blessing or a curse? Depends?

Its funny how things work out...the play that changed my life in high school was about a Jewish girl who died for her beliefs. The play that has changed my life right now is about a girl who dies fighting for Palestinian causes. Both believe in humanity, both suffer, both write, and both plays allow me a window and opportunity into myself expression.

Come check it out...Tomorrow at 8.

Oh right I'm directing it.

O when, all ways

Here we go another lame ass poem:

I woke in James' bed
to think on John-
but decided:
if I was going to think under heartache
I had to start at the beginning.

Owen. O when?

Not the first boy
not my first kiss
but the first to take apart
-myself human being little
105 pounds- my all
Dark hair in the dark night

In 5 I will give my hand

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I will always give it. In All ways.
After this John seems a stranger
the bed im in distant.