In my chicano/a culture class there was a group presentation on the chicano/a spoken word. It was fantastic. I wish I felt creative enough in writing and such to be confident in writing my own poetry and whatnot.
I read some Sandra Cisneros aloud to myself earlier. It made me want to do a taco shop poetry readings sometime but I'm scared to ask people to come with me and I don't want to go alone. I think I'm scared they'll say yes and I'll have to go and read poetry to strangers. Do I really want to put myself out there like that? I'm conflicted. I think I do. I think it would be awesome to see reations to something like that...but am I really the kind of girl who would go do that? I would like to be. Yikes.
That Luna powder drink stuff is gross.
I have too much to eat in my dorm room. I went on a snack spree over the past few days and my mom sent me an Easter basket/box with a ton of candy and snacks...and I now have enough snacks to last me a very long time. It's time for me to take up doing some excercises again. It's been too long already. Yuck.
I don't want to look at the grade I got on my economics exam. I'm scared.
I'm a big fat scaredy?scairdy?scardey?scardie? cat.
I need to go to sleep so I can wake up around 8:00 to do homework before 10:30.
Goodnight blog and readers if you exist.
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I exist in reader format, just so you know. Only thing is my time is weird and I don't often get to undergo the transfer between reader and responder. Sorry if it seems like nobody's around. I'll be around from time to time, though.
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