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I proposed to my baby tonight, after he has to I so many times. You are the first to hold this. I don't know why my pen and paper are so special, but yet you are the first.

Saw Vanilla Sky tonight. I must say I hated it. There was a point of bliss, when I thought it was genius. But something happened, they screwed it up. I don't know why/when I thought it was genius or why/when I thought it was scum. All I know is I didn't want to see it. As if I wasn't crazy enough as it is. Now my life has changed. When I was connecting to the internet on my 56K modemn, through Compu Serve 6.0, I saw an eye in one of the clouds. Now I know I'll never be the same.
I thought I would never write poetry again. I've lost myself, and found myself finally. I don't know what to say. I got online and started writing poetry. It justed flowed like the river leaves the mount. And I'm in love. In the crazy age of 17. More deeply than his eyes.
I dreamt last night. Of an old lover, but I kept refering to him as if he was my lover present. He left, didn't want me but a few kisses which were disgusting, and I didn't want him. I wanted something real, my baby.
Ahh, is it a sin to talk of such personal things.

Happy ONE year anniversary!

I watched 'A Knight's Tale' last night it was interesting and pretty good. Also viewed 'Pearl Harbor' this mourning it was long yet thrilling.
There is this crazy clock in my room. You know the ones with the arms and make that tick-tock sound. Well, actually we have three and yes they all are ticking and tocking. Last night my sister took one outside into the hall way and thought she was going crazy when she came back in and still heard the ticking. Anyway she resigned. Last night I had two nightmares. In the first one I would make dolls alive. I would kiss the dolls on the lips and they could walk and talk. I thought I would be a good idea to make all the dolls alive so all children would have a playmate. Unfortunately I accidentally killed one that was evil. Her friend another doll saw this and became a regular doll again. I kept kissing dolls and accidentally kissed the doll that was a friend of the one I killed. I know I'm confusing. Anyway, she was evil too and tried to kill me. Then I woke-up. It took me a while to get back to sleep because those clocks where making me crazy. My next dream took place at my school. I was in class getting teased by practically everyone. Then the next thing we here is put on channel seven. We try on the classroom TV but it doesn't work. Next thing the kids from the room next to us are huddling in our room. There is a TV in the back of the room and everyone remains quite to hear it. The Reporter says, "Once more we are at MSSH where a frantic man has threaten to blow up the school. Officers have not arrived yet and the location of the man is unknown. It is believed that he is still trying to enter the school from outside." That's when I went to the window and this guy followed me. We crawled into the next room through the outside and into the window. We ran out of the room where I jumped to the first floor and found tons of students hurled up like wild animals. Then they gave the all clear over the speakers and said we could all go home. I was so happy I hugged this girl how looked just like my sister. When I turned around to follow the massive crowd out of the school they where gone and so was the girl. I ran to get out of the school but made a pit stop at the ladies room cause I almost pissed in my pants earlier and it was pushing through. After that I ran to the exit. When all of a sudden this black guy comes running towards me. I scream, "No, you fucking bastard." Then I noticed he wasn't going to hurt me just trying to get out of the school too. I get out and find my big sister outside, who wants me to go with her. I decided I'm OK enough to go in my own car, back home. That's when I wake up to the tocking again. It was 6:30 and decided that I should sleep soundly now cause the sun will come up at any minute. So those where my dreams with miniscule detail, thanks to three clocks that can make you insane.

BTW, something about banner supported service. So I can't use their excellent spell check. Oh well.

The internal structure of the distinguished classes of the United States. Why the rich stay rich and the poor get poorer. OK, so the poor don't really get poorer here. But they aren't going to own a business anytime soon. One good thing about the U.S.A. in this matter is that the information is [almost] available to everyone. Someone I know dropped out of high school in 11^th or 12^th grade. She was middle class but now is [married] to a multimillionaire. What luck. Anyway, this multimillionaire also dropped out of high school and owns four businesses or so. So yeah, he inherited his millions and now has a house in California and Florida and lots of cars (none of those cheap ones). Anyway, that's one example on how rich stay rich and poor cheat their way into riches.
Now with the matter of the education system which really steams my blood. Why the rich are smarter and stay smarter and why the poor are left behind. I won't lie, this doesn't happened all the time. In the case of the new school I am currently attending. Unlike my old school, the minority does not make up the majority of the upper level classes. Well, I will state that there are a lot of Orientals due to the outstanding recognition of my Calculus teacher. This school is well know for exceeding in mathematics. To the point, I recognized that the teaching methods there where very different. The students aren't taught anything in the classes but are shown why, so and so is right. Then they do not understand most part of it and go home to their intelligent parents who tell them the method. Unfortunately, I don't have those smart parents. I am a Hispanic minority of a low middle class family. Both my parents dropped out of high school and they cannot teach me [crap]. Therefore, I am falling behind and don't agree with this teaching method. It's made to keep those of more intellect stay of high knowledge through the generations and those of miniscule knowledge at a stopping point. Of course, I know I can readily learn [all] the stuff on my own, but that's my parents taxes going into teaching me, when I'm getting a [crappy] education. Just look at my writing and how savage it is. Thank blogger.com for having this spell check thingy so that you can actually read and understand what I have typed. Anyway, I am [pissed]!

M21 [12:02 PM]: writing a book?
DP14 [12:03 PM]: no.........
DP14 [12:03 PM]: y?
M21 [12:03 PM]: well you should
M21 [12:03 PM]: y not?
DP14 [12:03 PM]: and y should i write a book?
M21 [12:03 PM]: got a blog out there somewhere?
DP14 [12:03 PM]: i have nothing interesting to write about
DP14 [12:03 PM]: no, i don't do blogs
M21 [12:04 PM]: well y shouldn't you write a book.. might make tons of money off it..
M21 [12:04 PM]: humm.. shame
DP14 [12:04 PM]: yup, 500 blanks pages
DP14 [12:04 PM]: it'd be new york times best-seller
M21 [12:04 PM]: hey.. that's new..
M21 [12:05 PM]: noone has written in invisable ink
DP14 [12:05 PM]: .......
DP14 [12:05 PM]: ya, that's what i'll tell them, it's invisible ink
M21 [12:06 PM]: 3 million dollars to the person that can make the invisible ink visible
M21 [12:06 PM]: everyone will buy it trying to make it visible
M21 [12:06 PM]: the morons
M21 [12:06 PM]: damn it.. lets do it
DP14 [12:07 PM]: lol
M21 [12:07 PM]: I think thats the greastest Idea I've ever come-up with
M21 [12:07 PM]: thank you so much.. I"ll make sure you get your 3%
DP14 [12:07 PM]: get it rolling then, it won't take to long to publish that book
DP14 [12:07 PM]: lol
M21 [12:08 PM]: humm.. got to plan out the cover though..
M21 [12:08 PM]: wait i got it..
M21 [12:08 PM]: no cover.. it's invisible
M21 [12:08 PM]: think of the money well will save

Merry Christmas!

Posted another old poem to poetry, entitled The Soldier. Go check it out.

Finally took that evil criminal test:

Which Evil Criminal are You?
Congratulations, you're Henry Kissinger!
Widely viewed as an unindicted terrorist, only Pol Pot rivals you for being responsible for the most deaths of innocent people in South East Asia. You, in collaboration with the Nixon administration, helped put General Pinochet in power and kill Salvador Allende. You also helped coordinate the secret bombing of Cambodia.
And despite all that, you won a Nobel Peace Prize - for your work in Vietnam.

Little sister just came back from seeing Not Another Teen Movie. She is the best movie critic there is. Her comment; "It sucked, it sucked alot. It was stupid." There you have it folks.

Decided to just go ahead and give you guys chapter 3. Here it it:

Chapter III
Characters-
Stengel: Short, arms swinging like ropes. Did all the drawings at Francon & Heyer. First who thought a tall building should look tall.
Henry Cameron: Demanded obedience. At first his buildings where a little different. But later he started frightening people. Did not know how to face people. Loved his work.
Summary- Peter at Fifth Avenue in New York, where the offices of Francon & Heyer stand, thirty floors up. Came to his table and started at work. Realized that what those men working there could do, he could do better. Finally, saw the flaws in the masterpieces. Peter talks to a blond youth and has come to the truth, that Francon has not designed anything in eight years and this man Stengel does most of the plans. Stengel gives Peter a drawing to show Francon and get it okay. Keating gives Francon the drawing. Keating points out errors in the drawing to Francon. Keating now definitely feels like he belongs. Frink National Bank, building designed by Francon, in Lower Manhattan. Three blocks east Dana Building, designed by Henry Cameron. Henry built what he wanted to build, clients kept their mouths shut. People called him crazy. In 1893 the Columbian Exposition of Chicago opened. Henry refused to work for them. People said he never knew he had lost. Got less clients and drinks like a fish. Howard looked at Dana Building beyond the windows, went up six stairs to Cameron's office, looking for a drafting position there. Henry doesn't want to show delight. Roark and Cameron talk. Cameron calls Roark a fool, etc.... Roark showed Cameron his drawings for which he was expelled from Stanton because. Cameron says they are awful drawings. Roark noticed that Cameron was talking about his drawings as buildings that were in construction. They talk some more. Tells Roark to be at work at nine o'clock sharp tomorrow. Getting paid fifteen dollars a week.
Quotes-
It was not necessary to design buildings any longer, only to photograph them; the architect with the best library was the best architect. page 35
...a building must follow its function; that the structure of a building is the key to its beauty;... page 35

Saw a [god] awful movie. Not Another Teen Movie. OK, I will admit it was funnie for the most part. But when the 90 pound kid got tackled in two. YUCK! I recommend not to waste your money, Harry Potter was better. If anything go see Vanilla Sky. I have not seen that one yet. But I might go tomorrow or this weekend.
As for the book. I am still on Chapter 4. Have a short story due tomorrow. Did not do it, as usual. I bought some clothes this week. First time since June.
My baby gave me an awesome t-shirt, bracelet, and drawing. I will hang the drawing up on December 27, in honor of a year commitment.

Publix dinner today. Great I get to eat Publix food, again. Well, at least this time it's free.

Sewing. It's fun!

Important information for teenagers... But please come back and read me.

Actually, I've decided not to write summaries of each chapter. [{Laughing} Out Loud] Only two chapters and I couldn't handle anymore. Though it really is a good book. I suggest you read it.

Ouch that hurt!
BTW, some new poems in poetry section.

The End is near.

Problem of The Day: I don't have any clean underwear.
Solution: Wear underwears inside out.

I'm The James Bond Villain Personality Test!

I live in a fictional world of spies and blonde women with ridiculous names, and I like to give people plenty of options. Although whether they're villainous is not optional.

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My hair is a big frizz ball and I have to go to school today. I am by chapter three now in the book.

Chapter II
Characters-
Guy Francon: of the illustrious Francon & Heyer, vice president of the Architects' Guild of America, chairman of the Society for Architectural Enlightenment of the U.S.A., knight of the Legion of Honor of France, etc....
Peter Keating: [Petey]. Star student of Stanton, president of the student body, captain of the track team, member of most important fraternity, voted the most popular man on campus. Pale, dark haired and beautiful.
Ted Shlinker: Keatings old rival. Second of the class of '22. Yellow face with gold-rimmed glasses.
Professor Peterkin: Built Peabody Post Office.
Henry Cameron: Builder of skyscrapers twenty years ago, now old and drunkard.
Summary-
Guy Francon opens the ceremony with a speech. Guy Francon has offered Peter a position at Francon & Heyer. Peter also has a scholarship to Beaux-Arts. He imagined that Roark could be a dangerous rival, when in fact Roark had been expelled that mourning. Roark had helped Peter solve problems on his designs. Peter now gives a speech. Ted Shlinker invites Keating to Boston that night. Keatings father died twelve years ago. Mrs. Keating had chosen Architecture as a career for Peter. Keatings asks Roark to help him select what is the best choice for his future. Accepting the scholarship to Beaux-Arts or the position with Francon & Heyer. Roark thinks Keating should choose for himself. Keatings doesn't want to hear anyones else opinion on what he should pick, except Roark. His mother eventually gives her suggestion on Francon & Heyer, being the best for his future. Roark agrees and Keating decides to take their opinions. Roark announces that his going to New York to get a job in architecture with Henry Cameron. Peter disagrees with Roark's decision. Peter leaves toward Boston.
Quotes-
none

Finished reading "The Scarlet Letter," a long time ago. Wasn't as boring as I'd thought it would be. Well, yeah it was pretty boring. Recently started reading "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. Only by page seven so I cannot give you any good information about it. But here's what I've gotten so far.
Part 1 -- Chapter I
Characters-
Howard Roark: "His face was like a law of nature- a thing one could not question, alter or implore (page 4)," high cheekbones, hollow cheeks, gray and cold eyes, contemptuous mouth, sees no one. He is careless. Modernist. No Relatives.
Mrs. Keating: fears Roark for no reason, mother of Petey Keating.
Dean: The Dean from Architectural School of the Stanton Institute of Technology.
Petey Keating: Graduating and son of Mrs. Keating.
Summary-
Howard Roark was expelled from Architectural School of the Stanton Institute of Technology. Roark is staying with Mrs. Keating. Also, her son [Petey] Keating is graduating today as Class of '22. The Dean called for Roark and wanted Roark to come see him. Roark rooms is exactly the same as when he first came into it, except for stacks of drawings pack up at one corner. He had very few clothing. He find a drawing which didn't satisfy him and finds the flaw, slashing straight line through his neat sketch. Finally, goes to meet the Dean. Dean basically tells Roark, that Roark exceeds in everything that has to do with architect, except architectural design, which deals with the study of design and styles from times before. And the school is giving him another chance by letting him [grow-up] for a year and might readmitting him after that year. Roark however doesn't want to return. Roark starts bombarding the Dean with a series of questions, he himself can't find answers for. Interview is over.
Quotes-
They were as the first houses built by the first man born, who had never heard of others building before him.
page 7
Here are my rules: what can be done with one substance must never be done with another. No two materials are alike. No two sites on earth are alike. No two buildings have the same purpose. The purpose, the site, the material determine the shape. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless it's made by one central idea., and the idea sets every detail. A building is alive, like a man. Its integrity is to follow its truth, its one single theme, and to serve its own single purpose. A man doesn't borrow pieces of his body. A building doesn't borrow hunks of its soul. Its maker gives it the soul and every wall, window and stairway to express it.
page 12
I don't intend to build in order to have clients. I intend to have clients in order to build.
page 14

Funky test. You guys should try it out and give me the results.

I'm Kat. Cats, cats, cats! Did you ever notice how many cats there are at Miami-Dade Community College? I guess the hippies decided to feed a stray cat back in the days, and by the present time had multiplied quit rapidly. I am going to start counting cats there and giving them names. It'll help to kill the wasteful time one spends while attending MDCC. Go [whatever their mascot is if they have one]! Maybe it should be Stray Cats. Go Stray Cats!
It's my little sisters birthday is today. I got her a Lava Lamp. Awkwardly enough, I sat there looking at it for about a hour. The way the solid liquifies. And how it rises when it's hot, and falls back down when it cools. It's red, and it's mad cool. These bubbles of liquid gas [or what not] despair to the top. Really it is quit interesting. Now all I need is my pipe and some grass from the corner lot.
But [damn] I work today. Cannot go to work high. Yes, I work. At a Publix near my home as a cashier. Also with those disgusting uniforms. Cannot wait till I make manager.

Dog Found!

I just submitted a poem to poetry.com. It's one of my old poems that in the poetry section but go to Poetry.com, and you can see it in a new fashion. Let's hope it's wins the money. I'll take all you guys out for dinner. I just got to make sure you are a loyal reader of [Spot] equinox first.

BTW, I'm not queer.

Disentangling Christmas lights. Yes, this is so much fun. Currently, got $69.00 bills in the bank. No, I am not giving you my account number. Haha, so you do not want such petty money. But then you can mug me cause I carry about $200 pesos [Latin bills for you white folks] around. So yeah, today I was walking around with $224 dollars in my purse, and for once no one stole from me. OK, see this. Anytime I am carrying more than $60 dollars on me to school, it gets robbed. It's like they just know when to grab the money, when others day I have only two pennies. Anyway, my point is I still have my money. Not a valuable point I see, but still a point.
Kind of like the point on my pencil. I write in a journal, or use to write in a journal. It was pretty good. I could write 12 pages a day. But that's all gone now.
In other news, my friend just came out of the closet. Congratulations Ben or should I say Bena. Wow. Did you know how many gay resources there are out there.