Grad School Here I Come...

I got the phone call on Monday afternoon...I thought my counselor would of left me a message with the good news on my cell...but noooooo!...She just told me to call her back...When I got home approximately at 3:00 on April 26...I ate a sandwich took my sweet time and then called my counselor...

I dialed and then I waited for Cynthia to say what she always says...and I told, her "hey it's me"...
She was so happy to know it was me...I just stood in my room waiting for whatever she was going to tell me...I kinda thought she was going to tell me that I needed to fill out something else in my application or that I was missing something...and that's when she tells me..."Congratulations you've been accepted to USC's grad program!"...I couldn't believe it...I felt like throwing up and I wanted to cry but the tears of joy did not flow...I just told her that I needed to take a seat for a moment to kind of process what was going on...I'm not quite sure how to compare this feeling...I wonder if this is how people feel when they win the lotto...

Cynthia was so happy and then she told me that the people really liked my essays and everything I had to say...I'm just glad that they were willing to give me an opportunity to go to their institution...and I feel like I would be one more step closer in becoming a true published writer..after grad school is all done!

A Dream...

Two years ago I wrote a poem....Titled "We Are Going Dancing on Friday Night..." I've realized that it is more than a poem it is an actual song... I remember getting waaaaaay too excited when I finished it...but it went a little deeper, because I called one of my friends to sing it to her...She thought it was pretty good and another friend told me that it had a bit of a punk rock riddance al estilo CSS... I recorded my tune on a tape recorder...I even tried doing some echo effects in the bathroom...

I want to do something with my poem like write actual music for it...My dream is actually to perform it one night on my b-day...and then I could check it off as one more dream fulfilled...

Here goes the poem:

We are going dancing on Friday night,
I'll get dressed up,
Put on some make-up,
with fake eye-lashes,
and a pair of heels...

Pick Me Up,
Let's get lost,

Come on week,
pass by quick,

I want it to be Friday night,
so I could go dancing,

All I can think of is going to the club,
and the dj spinning,
those records with the cool,
beats...

That make my feet so happy,
and my heart so ready,
to burst out dancing...

We are going dancing on Friday night,
pick me up,
leave your boyfriend behind,

Let's get lost,
lost,
lost...

To the dj's beats,
beats,
beats...

Cause we're going dancing on Friday nighhhht...

Scribble Journal..

I started a scribble journal a couple of days ago...the idea came to me when I was doodling away in my Hello Kitty mini-notepad...I had a couple of markers and I just made some crazy lines...I just doodle away...No point of direction...you don't have to be an awesome drawer to doodle...I tried explaining to my friend what I was doing but she didn't get it...I decided to post one of my master piece of doodling...ha, ha...