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A Message to Pratt Writing Majors

Maybe you're just jealous because you're not as hopelessly romantic as me. I'm sorry if I'm not as self-important as you, and I'm sorry if my ideas are different than yours. Last I checked, that doesn't mean I'm wrong. And, just because I'm not a writing major, it doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to take writing classes. I love to write, and I may not have gotten into your exclusive, elitist program, but I won't let that stop me. You can't take my passion away.

Post-Op

Pull the sutures tight
so these track marks on my heart will fade.
You left a gash in my chest
that I never want to go away.
You left it good and deep,
so it will forever stay.

Haikus

So my assignment for today's short fiction class was to write 5 poems of 10 lines or less. I wrote a series of 5 haikus:

In the summertime,
I want to fly kites with you.
That would make my world.

When I was younger.
I dreamt I would change the world.
I haven’t grown up.

What time is it now?
I lost track a while ago.
I must love living.

Air today is warm-
Your touch is even warmer.
Your skin is lovely.

The leaves turned today.
From green to brown, then fell off.
Later on, it snowed.

What I Want Most

Why is it that the one thing I want the most in the world, to fall in love, I can't actually make happen? I have to wait for it, which is completely frustrating, especially since I lack patience.

Newfound Sense of Self

I feel so fucking good. This is the happiest I've been in a long time; this is the best I've felt about life in a long time. I've got nothing left to lose, and nothing to prove. Fuck Pratt, that place blows. I'll miss Brooklyn more than Pratt. But I'm moving to Manhattan I think, so whatever, I'll come visit. I'm a fucking city boy, that's for sure. I confirmed that today, looking at MCLA and Green Mountain College. I think I'm seeing Brand New tomorrow night, can't wait. And Kevin Devine the next night! Epic weekend for sure. I hung out with Nicole tonight. we saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I don't care what anyone else thinks, I loved it. Live every moment like it's your last. I'm out.

I Don't Know How To Say This

This song basically sums up how I'm feeling right now. It's by The Early November.

"God only knows what I would say to you.
You'd hear just some scattered parts of words I'd mumble to you,
Of words I'd mumble to you.
I thought that at first it would be good for me.
I've come to find out that I just lost my feelings,
I've lost all feeling.

This is the closest I have come to giving it all away,
To giving it all away for someone else.
This is the closest I have come to giving it all away,
To giving it all away for someone else.

God only knows what I would say to you.
I've waited so long, I'm feeling numb to this lonely tune.
I'm numb to you.
I thought it would help if I could sweat it off.
Like a fever, I would wake and it would be gone.
Yeah, it would be gone.

This is the closest I have come to giving it all away,
To giving it all away for someone else.
This is the closest I have come to giving it all away,
To giving it all away for someone else.

God only knows what I would say to you.
I've waited so long that I forgot what I should do."

Nice People Make the World Go 'Round

Seriously, they do. Like the people at Apple; they have been exceedingly nice to me recently. The Saturday before last, I tripped on my ethernet cable, and my macbook fell and the screen broke. I was gonna have to pay about $600 to get it fixed, because physical damage isn't under Applecare, but then my dad called them, and explained to them that I'm disabled, and thus more of a klutz than the average 19 year old college student, and they were like, "yo, we'll fix this for free." So that was cool. I went to pick it up on Friday, and on Monday, I noticed a screw in the casing was missing. So I went back there today and the dude that helped me out was awesome.
I think he saw that I was disabled or whatever (I wasn't at the counter so I had nowhere to put my computer down to make it easier to put the case on one-handedly), and he insisted on helping me put it in the case, and put the case in my backpack. I just thought that was really sweet of him.

Soul Searching

Here's a bunch of stuff I wrote in the wee hours of Thursday (4/10) morning that I couldn't post on here until now because I didn't have my computer:

[1:30 am]
I've figured out why I academically hate it here at Pratt. In every class I'm in, I either don't understand what's going on, or the other students are closed-minded, pretentious jerks who shoot down whatever I say. I am completely unstimulated and un-encouraged because of this and thus unmotivated.

I am an airplane,
high in the sky.
So blue, so bright.
I soar above you
with graceful wings.
Always in flight.

[2:23 am]
I'm a thinker not a philosopher. I don't tell you how to live, I analyze how we live. I analyze human interaction and society. I analyze how the world works, and I talk about reality.

People are pathetic

If you're gonna leave "mean" comments on here for me, at least have the nerve to give me your name.

Seriously, grow up.

Bye Bye, "Beard"

I know that was short-lived, but I feel a lot better now...

And So It Begins

So I've begun the process of growing a beard. It seems weird to me that I'm actually old enough to do this and have it maybe look good. It's something I've always wanted to do though, as weird as that might seem. I think every guy has to try facial hair at least once in their lifetime. It's kind of like a mark of passage into adulthood. I remember as a child I looked at guys with facial hair and I was always very intrigued by it. So I figure now is as good a time as ever, especially at art school where people couldn't care less (and where at least a quarter of the male population has beards anyway), to try it.







I trimmed the neck area for the first time tonight. I know some of you might think that that is an overshare, but personally I feel like that is important to note because it means I've committed to growing it. It's like saying "I've started something that I must finish." At least, that's how it feels. I just hope my cheeks grow in soon.

List of Demands

1. Fall in love.
2. Take over the world.
3. Change the world.
4. Disprove the nonbelievers.
5. Bring back real [good] music.
6. Get superpowers.
7. Use said superpowers for good, not evil.
8. Get to Mars.
9. Have a dance party on Mars.
10. Thank Bob Ross.

True Love Lives Forever

You are the Wonder Woman to my Iron Man.

Sharing The Love

An awesome girl named Nikki wrote this awesome poem that I am about to share about to share with you all:

"Good Morning, I'll Say"

"sometimes i worry about running out of things to say.
sort of the same way environmentalists worry about running out of natural resources.
i understand that the failure of words and the demise of the planet
are completely different topics, but if you remember back to grade ten english class,
you'd recall that the teacher said that "Comparisons are made between two very different things, et cetera, et cetera".
so there, i'm within the realm of reason (more or less).
anyway, every night before i go to sleep, i try to write down a few words,
maybe a sentence (if i should be so lucky),
because i'm terrified that in my sleep,
every word that i know will dissipate,
and in the morning,
words will have finally failed me
and i will be incapable of saying Good Morning to your mossy green eyes."

She is a wonderful human being.

Write Love

Can't you see the stars in her eyes?
They shine so brightly.
Your thoughts and words are miracles.
They could make the ocean swell up
and spill over the shore.
The sand on the beach is calm.
Your eyes twinkle in the moonlight.
I trace the marks on your arms;
a memory of seasons past.
The moon is staring down at us.
It reminds us that everyone is loved.
The sky is fading into light blue
and as the sun comes up,
I think to myself,
I don't want to see you burn out.

Everyone should check out this website: To Write Love On Her Arms. They do amazing things.