I'm HONGRY.

There is a distinct sound that an ultimate frisbee disc makes when caught in the fashion of an alligator clap. SMACK.

Err'time I hear this noise, i start to salivate, i get hungry, my stomach starts growlin' and err'thing. FOR FOOD?! HAYL naw, fer ultimate, MÁS ULTIMATE. Hy hunger for that sport waxes and wanes, but of late has been on the waning side of the spectrum of satisfaction, and i don't wanna change that at ALL.

I'm not gonna lie, my plate está más que llenado este semestre pero lo me gusta mucho como no tengo tiempo para messin' around. It's forcin' me to make daily reminders, make a schedule, it's AWESOME. Just like my life to this point.

What's weird is, I almost never dream of the person I'm with. It's always either this chic i been diggin' since what seems like the 3rd grade, or some other enfatuation i'd have at the present moment. I aint too worried 'bout it, i mean, dreams are just the brain siftin' through the rubbish of our thoughts throughout the day, right? If this were the case, then why do we as humans place so much importance on them in our personal lives? Maybe deep down inside, we all know the reason behind dreams, and it just got lost somewhere along the evolutionary transition from beasts to humans...I wouldn't be too surprised if we discovered other animals dream...

eEEEEHNNNNNEEEwayyyyz. I MADE SPO-CO. It's been two years comin', hope i don't eff this up. I do like bein' funny, but it's always harder whenya gotta do it on demand...or at least when someone is expecting to laugh...expectations are sooo muchhh higher. It's a good thing im so DARNED FUNNY, so funny they hadta restrain me from performin' in sick wards 'cause i was KILLIN'! ! ! ...whatever, yall knew i was gonna try it.

which brings me back to ultimate. but not really. i love it, as well as football...can't tell which i like more tho... >__> ...fer now, it's still football. It must be selfish to wish you were more than one person @ times, so i could be in two places at the same ti---OH WAIT i am. but it backfired. Cause he decided to go to Texas A&M...UGH. Be my crush today please?

Crush me with your wit'n your passions, your lovin' and laughter,

Adrian

I Rise

Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Good stuff Maya haha