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Just A Little Bit - Maria Mena
I feel so far from where I've been
I logged in today for the first time in a while and was totally surprised to see that I have exactly 19,000 page views. It makes me remember what I once had on here. The car accident brought me so far from where I ever wanted to me, and yet it somehow seems to have made some positive effect on my life. I took the semester off from Brown because I am still dealing with post-concussion syndrome and I can't handle classes, friends, and everything else in a college life. So I've been working, but more recently, I started going to the gym, where I've begun training myself to run. And then last night, I went to a zen center/buddhist monastery, lear
WORD!
I am joining the spoken word poetry group at Brown on Thursday which means new work will inevitably be up soon...
Is anyone out there?
I have been so very busy that I have neglected this wonderful place called deviantart. I may be making a few appearances on here in the near future. Who knows. Does anyone even look at my dA anymore? Probably not.
break.
So I'm home from camp.
My senior year is beginning.
aka the craziest year of my life.
My projects include recording a CD of rearranged music (I need to do the arranging first..), a huge service project in the making, and oh, the whole college application thing. All minor stuff. Along with taking four APs this year, it'll be a BREEZE.
So I'm taking a break from dA. Alvida, I hope we meet again.
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Walking barefoot all over the school grounds makes me smile.
People crying makes me frown.
Bubbles make me laugh.
Angry people make me cry.
Everything and everyone makes me love.
And being forced to think about it, nothing makes me hate... I get angry. But I can't recall a single time I said the word hate and really meant it. But for all intents and purposes, being left alone makes me hate.
People crying makes me frown.
Bubbles make me laugh.
Angry people make me cry.
Everything and everyone makes me love.
And being forced to think about it, nothing makes me hate... I get angry. But I can't recall a single time I said the word hate and really meant it. But for all intents and purposes, being left alone makes me hate.