(via mis_gabbana)
Grades, people.
A-: Political Theory (I might have a shot at this =P)
B+: Expo Writing
B+: Latino Communities in the U.S.
B-: Statistics
C: Womens Studies (He pretty much down graded EVERYONE, pissing off the class entire, though I know I pretty much deserved it. Should I still write an e-mail of outrage?)
Good year/semester so far. The friends you meet within college have more meaningful and worthwhile connections, no offense to the high school crowd (Stay in School, kids…if you want). Of course, it feels high school-esque, except without the prison state mentality of all the rules surrounding one like an imaginary birdcage. And the social pyramid of sorts still exists if one chooses to open their third eye. Pero there still is something of more value and appreciation felt on the campus.
more to come
It’s brick out.
But I still managed to haul my ass over to AV (again). I was suppose to be there by 9:30AM, but I woke up at that time instead. (Thank you Liang for calling, otherwise, I would’ve woke up now [2:57AM] instead.) I’m gonna list the people I saw (and actually talk to), so I can keep it fresh in my head forevurzZz.
- Liang
- Jacob
- John R.
- John D.
- Kevin
- Denise
- Sabbir
- Carl
- Felix
- Eli
- Jonathan
- Allison
- Jason L.
- Terry
- Mr. Nair
- Al
- Mr. Sirena
- Mr. Leo
- Mr. Henriquez
- Ms. Flynn
- Jim
- Ms. DiGiorgio
- …and so many more.
Jacob, John R. and I got chased down by security since we were prowling the 3rd floor when our visitor’s passes secluded us to the 1st. Since when did security actually care? Jeez. Like John said, tracking us down was probably the most action they’ve gotten since their job started in that school. Bitches. What’s the point in a visitor’s pass then?
Anyway. I’ll end my ramble now. After getting off the 7, I had to wait for a bus that never comes on time. My ehad hurts, my face is numb, my hands are numb and my toes…oh my god MY TOES. Horrible, just horrible.
Kickass! and AV security can kiss mine =)
Jan 1, 2010 (1085 Days)
Happy New Years…meaning its time to change the world. Or is it ourselves? As the years, months, days, hours, seconds, milliseconds, and such pass on, we notice that our own persons have transformed in a multitude of ways…fashion, height, social standing, width, etc. Yet, as many also chant that mad people have changed, it implies an assertion of the sameness of the common masses. That in other words, no one in essence has changed…
Nouveau Tumblr
Primero Post of Tumblr sinced I trashed the old 1, apparently I lost my tumblarity jajajaja so yea welcome to the mind of tornatras-de-oro, or in english: half-oriental n half hispanic-filipino golden fuck; though some say I look orange or w/e.
But its not only going to be superficial, no. Were going inside, outside, downtown, all around.
dig it?
PS : 14 Dias hasta Navidad y solamente dos dias hasta mi cumple jajajaja
PPS : Nd a shout out to German for his 18th today, may he have a gr8 1, in spirits Ill be there.
Cheers!
