Music is a funny thing. I used to feel pressure to impress people with my music taste, but lately I just feel really impressed with my own music taste. I was browing through my iTunes, and I have so many kinds of music. It's really just ridiculous. Not only do I have all kinds of music, but I have all sorts of movies and pictures, funny videos, etc. It makes me happy knowing that I'm not that prick who laughs at others because of their taste. Shit, I love Hanson. And I'll own up to every part of that sentence.

Looting

I found that a lot, if not most, of the photos under the Google Image search "looting" were of ethnic individuals. Seeing as I'm sure not everyone who "looted" things in the aftermath were of a different nationality, the media portrayed this as something it most definitely was not. This also played into why it was rumored the government didn't react properly because of racism.

op-ed summary

I’m going to write a letter to the president of the university about students being able to access the roof of buildings. This issue came of interest while lying in bed late Wednesday night. I was sending a text message when suddenly I hear a huge pound and then crack outside of the fire escape door. Frightened, I lay silently while my roommate wakes up, asking me what had happened. Clueless, we both crack the windows and see if we can see anything that is going on. Four boys make their way towards the south side of the building. Two of them climb up a set of stairs, onto the railing, and finally make their way onto the roof. One boy is holding a paper shredder and throws it onto the ground, disregarding anyone other than himself. The other boy gets a running start and chucks another piece of an electronical device off of the Lomasson Center roof. I grab my R.A., and she calls campus security. The police officers were so COMPLETELY nonchalant about the entire situation, and it made me EXTREMELY enraged. It’s not at all okay that people are physically able to get on top of buildings. It would be so easy to take advantage of other students from the top of other buildings. While watching the boys crawl on top of the buildings, all I could see was one of them pulling out a gun and shooting unsuspecting students. It’s a very busy parking lot, and where 4 of the larger dormitories congregate. We need to take safety into hand here, and get this situation fixed.

I can feel my eyes growing heavy, and my face begins to melt. Hollow holes on either side of my nose are filled with flames. As I leave my body, I can feel my skull crack as it fills with heat. Falling to the ground, I can see my zygomatic arch break into a million pieces. I've become eerily calm. I'm worried someone is watching, and my chest fills with a humid heat. My heart is racing, and as my serenity slips away I feel myself falling back into sanity.

I wish there were words I could use to express to my parents how much gratitude I have for everything they've given me. Material things excluded, they've supplied me with an endless amount support, optimism, and opportunity. Every time I try to come up with what I need to say, I find myself struggling with the right words to explain my exact feelings. The best I've come to realize is an I love you.

silver

I love my silver Sharpie. It's so full of ink and chemicals; everytime I bring it closer to my nose it makes me sick. I love my silver Sharpie. It's so easy to draw with. I love my silver Sharpie. It makes everything pretty. I love my silver Sharpie. I think it's making me sick. I love my silver Sharpie. It makes me tick.

snow

I can hear it, I think.

I can't believe how hard it's falling, I wonder.

I want to kiss him, I wish.

Please make it happen, I beg.

It's so white it hurts, I realize.

My window is open, I notice.

It's snowing, I smile.