Who knew?

Who knew Mexico had such a strong emo following?
People are so angry they have formed riots to "hunt" the emos down.
Now these are people who know how to take care of business.
I'm not sure that's the most important business, but it is easily taken care of atleast.


Graduation in less than two months.
I don't know what I'm doing with myself.
So med school was a bust.
I haven't heard from school schools, but I'm not holding my breath.
This sucks.
Back to Tampa I go.
I have no idea what to do.

Maybe I'll go to Mexico City.
It looks so interesting, and it's supposed to be a megatropolis.
8.7 million plus residents or something like that.
Though I hear the smog is really bad.
But it is an ancient city.
I forget if it is a valley or a plateau...I'm thinking valley.
Anyway, some lovely pictures...






and some intersting mexican art too...

Putting My Life Back Together.

--From HiFructose Magazine, Brian McCarty...awesome.

Above is how I feel.
I'm not angry or upset anymore.
I'm not depressed, but I'm not happy.
I'm floating.
Lost admist all those unidentifiable shapes.
I identify with the sachrine colors, the happy sky, the free fall of it.
But I also see the dry cracked earth, the creepy little plastic figures, painted so happy, flying free in the breeze.
With it, but outside it all.
Clearly the meds have made me sentimental.
I love art.

This flu has kicked my behind.
I slept all day,
but at least now I feel like doing work.
I am finally getting things accomplished.
I only have 3 more readings for my impressionism course.
Test on Tuesday.
A 10 page paper for African Art...
that is super late, but hopefully she will accept it
b/c I love her...and I hope she loves me!
A biopsychology exam Thursday,
and job fair Tuesday.
Time to update the old CV...

Presentation tomorrow.
So happy to be done.
I notice when I'm stressed,
my creative juices flow more.
I crave writing, and painting,
and photography.

My goal for the next two weeks is to center myself.
I am going home,
catching up with Andrew,
seeing my entire giant Cuban family,
getting my wisdom teeth pulled out,
back to school shopping,
and collecting my thoughts and ideas.

I need clarity and definition.
I need to focus on what my goals are,
and how I'm truly going to achieve them.
I will further elaborate on this,
when I personally have them straight.

I am happy to go home.
My teeth hurt!!!!
I hate wisdom teeth.
I'm actually looking forward to this surgery!!
Crazy.



Summer needs to come to an end.
I feel disappointed and in worse shape than I began.
Sadly,
from this dispair,
I feel inspired,
I understand why artists must be tortured to truly make art.