The Club Fair at Hunter

This past wednesday, Hunter College closed off the street near the north building and held a club fair where everyone got together and united and talked/interacted for the sake of school spirit (at least thats what I honestly felt.) There were so many clubs that appealed to many people. The clubs ranged from pre-law to radio to fencing. Every club I visited was friendly and was quick to offer me candy and cookies and stuff. They were even giving out free clothes and CDs. Most of the CDs sucked though (but there were a few gems…i found a david bowie and DFA remix CD.) And I had to have honestly grabbed like 13 pairs of basketball shorts and tees. Im not sure what I am going to be participating in because I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew, but Fencing and the Philosophy club look interesting. The entire day made me feel like a college student. It was after school and I (on a whim) decided to see and hang out with people who had different views and ideals…AND I got some free shit. You cant beat that. Im looking forward to more events such as the one I went to on Wednesday.

I finished the laundry forty-five minutes ago…

Yea… Im sorry everyone, but I have writers block at this particular time, so unfortunately all I am going to be talking about is the laundry, which i finish about forty-five minutes ago. In my building, tenants are not allowed to have washing machines and dryers in their home, so there is a laundry room located in the basement. The basement is dingy and alittle smelly. It takes about 200 steps to get to the entrance of the laundry room from the elevator. when I usually enter the room, there is always and old lady of group of old ladies talking about laundry or their grandkids and stuff like that. they bedsheets and some dark clothes and socks. I really needed to washed those bedsheets because i haven’t washed them in a while. So…yea, I folded the clothes and sheets and now i have fresh sheets for my bed. Now all i need is to find some time to sleep.

Side-affects of a broken heart may include sadness, madness, and improper use of: syntax, sentence structure, and overall english…

Hello Johana

I am writing this because I had a nightmare and I was so real and I know its going to happen. I dream I went to queens and saw you and you saw me and you told me you didn’t love me.

Im writing this to you because I cant bare to talk to you in person now. I cant pick up the phone and hear my voice and your voice. I cant think about me thinking about you. I cant see you or know you or feel you or kiss you or touch you or anything. I really cared about you and I really loved you I didnt know if you cared about me. I still don’t  know if you do. I don’t know much about myself but the thing I knew with out a doubt was that you were amazing. Im a man…no a boy, who doesn’t have plans or an Idea of direction most of the time, but I was sure my gut and my heart was my guide to you but I could bank on the fact that I was in love. Yea, im said love. I ve seen a lot of girls and they just weren’t like you. Johana, you are so beautiful to me, I really cant describe. The gods cant create a language with the words to sum up you in my eyes. You were gonna be my Andromeda, you were gonna be my Juliet, you were gonna be mine to have and to really care about. My life was never bad, and my feelings were never with rage or malice. But my understanding of things that surround me left me a pessimist with little to hope for. I love my family and kung fu, and that was my life, and when I saw you gave me hope and feeling. I haven’t cared about things for a long time until you. You have rejected me so many times I don’t even have a true count. We were on the train once. And I looked at you and I was so happy I had met you. I was weak and vulnerable. Ive spent the last five years trying to own myself and not care about the things that make me human in hopes of becoming something greater than myself and you were the flaw to me. You found my weakness and you had me in your hands like butter. For you, I was gonna give up what I held sacred I was consciously aware of it. Every time you dumped me and took me back, it was the same thought that ran through my heart….I know she loves me, but she doesn’t know…. I really hoped youdid. And you really crushed me. I see you in my heart as a god. But you cant be that anymore. No. I wont allow it to happen again. My mom, my real mind, hates you because you hurt me, and thinks im a fool for justifying my feelings for you. Im not crazy I know it but I was with you not wanting to see me or whatever, I argued with my mom about you, and my heart was right but my mind kept saying she was. But I didn’t care. I was going to forget logic, forget everything, even forget myself… for you Johana. Remember, “Theres a lot madness in love but there reason in madness”.  I have dived into that pit of not knowing what you felt, blindly, in hopes you would care, but still I really don’t think you do. It ok, its not ok, but its ok. Johana, Idont know what to say, I don’t care if you don’t understand anything I written to this point. Please, if there is any thing you take serious from me or care about from me its this:

I Love you Johana, but I really cant be yours to tear up and cripple, even as much as I would allow that to happen (as I think with my heart). Im sorry you don’t care about me and I really hope you find someone who makes you happy. I love you with my heart so much, I just want you to be happy even if I don’t exist in that picture. You go beyond the relevantce of me johana. That’s a fancy way of saying that Ive cared about you more than I have myself.  I cant be with you or know you because its killing my mind. I am a warrior by nature, and I cant justify fighting this battle I lost along time ago. I cant allow you to be my bane anymore girl.

The sad thing is that im not even sure if youll care about what I have written. Ive spilled the beans to my soul or whatever organ has driven me to keep on trying you, johana. Come to think of it, im quite sure my heart wasn’t guiding me, because you had it in that tiny little palm of yours all along.

Goodbye, Johana Correa 

Does a “revamped” Barcelona mean success?

As you may or may not know, football or “soccer” season has begun all over europe. The campaighn has begun for teams such as Inter Milan, Lyon, Manchester United, and (most importantly) the blaugradas, FCBarcelona of “La Liga”, in Spain. A third place finish left many of the barca faithful not only wanting more, but also hating Real Madrid just alittle bit more than they already have. This new regime ( almost literally, with the skin-of-the-teeth approval rating of Joan Laporta, President of the Club) has asparation of winning the league as well as Europe in an entertaining and spectacular fashion which could only reflect the Barcelona glory of the “Dream Team” in the 90’s.

Under new manager, “Pep” Guardiola ( former Defensive Midfielder and Captain of that Dream Team), Barcelona looks forward to having a faster, more effective offensive game. This is ever so present in three main decisions, two of them being key signings. Barca signed Belarus international and former Gunner, Alexander Hleb, whom at the very least will provide not only assists, but depth on the bench as well. Barcelona also signed Brazilian “attacking-defender” Dani Alves as there major summer signing. Alves will add to an already solid defense and will act as another target for Leo Messi (my favorite player and Barca’s new #10…p.s.: I wish Ronaldinho, former #10, the best of luck at AC Milan). The last thing Barca did right was keeping Samuel Eto’o, who for a lack of better words is a beast at goal. He was linked to a move to a french side, but his performance in the pre-season showed the new manager what would not be in the Barca attack if he had departed.

All and all, I hope (along with many others) that this new-look FCBarcelona will lead to championships and most important of all, dam-good-footyball.

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