he dreams in the key of B flat.

he wishes he remembers all his scales and still could play solos, keep time, and read his rhythms.
he knows that people come and go but characters live forever.
he wonders if the efforts and heart of his life fall into the category of non-fiction, for they are his truth.
or fiction, as the world always seems to label persons who possess such faith.
was he in fact a person?
perhaps a character in a disposable novel.
just a figment of our imagination.
he leaves, not sure of ever finding himself again.
for people come and go, but characters live forever.

I'll wait for you forever. even if you never show up.

that girl.

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fe.

hoy durante mi trabajo, algo con importancia significado paso.
estaba haciendo mis cosas en un cuarto de otra mujer que no lo uso los lunes de la semana. Este cuarto yo he usado muchas veces, pero en este vez algo estaba diferente. Estaba haciendo mi trabajo en la computadora, cuando empece pensando de ella. En el momento de cuando empece pensando del fe que tengo que tener para el futuro, mire a la derecha encima del escritorio y alla juntado de el reloj estaba un pedaso de arte hechado de glase que dijo la palabra, "fe" sola. En ese momento, piense que Dios quieria decirme que tengo que continuar en mi mission. No puedo renunciar a todo, porque la ama con todo de me cuerpo y alma. que me proveche.

It may not seem like much to most, but I'm proud of myself.

I have three finals next week, epi, viro, and biochem, and I want to start off this first quarter right, despite all the B.S. I've been dealing with these past few months.

Despite there being lots of exciting events in the bay area today i.e. cornell west speaking, the people party at ybca (one of the illest events I've ever been to), and potentially sascerade (hah...จริงจริงแล้วลอเล่น YEAH RIGHT, SHE WOULDN'T BOTHER ASKING ME ANYWAY) I went home to stockton on a friday night...to study.