Restart.

Cause

Take it off,
all of it.

The mask has fallen and shattered.
The contacts are out.
The wig is off.
What else is left?

I'll be myself,open up compeltly and freely,
even with the knowledge that was forseen.
The heart break and sorrow that I was told of.
The objections and subjections of your life hitting me constantly...

Yet,......

Money

So many things in the world are worth a value,from sentiment to materal value,or even face value. Yet at the same time there is a value,but unspoken.
There's a unwritten rule that we are told throughout elementry school,that rule being: "A pic is worth a thousand words". We were told that due to picture prompit essays,to drawings we would make of stick pictures for our parents. So if a picture is worth a thousands words what is a word worth?
Is it equal?Or is it diminished to a lower valu,or flourished to another? Is there a way to measure the greatness of a college level word compared to a preschool vocabulary? Some of the greatest enetertainment of the past became what they are due to the master piece the writer has created. From a violinist flowing each note perfectly, to an artist allowing their hands bring them to the next biggest portrait. Writers, string words together to allow vissions and dreams come alive in multiple levels. From a poem to a series of books of dreams capturing the wonderous mind of the human nature. What is the value of a single word,a group,story,phrase?

"dress nicely" So said the brochere that we all recieved in thr mal weeks ago about orientation.uhm no wannabe nyc club scene ahaha fail.

(just so i don't feel so bad.) I know I haven't updated this blog in a while but I've been so eh lately till recently,but hey it'll change I promise,lol.

So after a long day of ice breakers,meeting a few new people and realizing that i signed up more than i thought SPC orienation is eh..1.5 days to go..woo?

homohobocidal?

So yesterday was a great day minus the lack of sleep i had received that entire day but int was fun!!!!Running around the Uarts building,jumping in and out of the car in the middle of Philly to get apartment numbers. To even getting mugs from our favourite diner (menlo park mall diner) just minus the fact that now here i am 12ish hours later sick as a dog, toilet and tea as my new best friend,what else is new? ahahahhaha o well?

Well on ab bright side I think I'm going to start a new blog with my Lost Kitten short Stories,as well as on the other side keep Demetiri's Story up as soon as I finish chapter one ill post it.. ironically I'm more concerned with finishing the last chapter,irony? Yet if this is based off of real life events and has all happened, jowl can I write an ending unless I make the ending come true? Stick predicament I'm in. Any way I hear tea calling my name, Adios muchacha/chachos!