Oh my oh my, if only I could be a panda without a backpack.

My feet have been moving all day long, from class to class, from stranger to stranger. My language has changed, I speak in English now, my tongue likes it somehow and it's happy, just like when I taste an exotic dish. My shadow is different too, it has a hump in its back due to the obscene and excessive amount of books that I have to carry around. I'm beginning to wonder if my brain is gonna get heavier when all that information is inside my head.

I like my Asian Art teacher, you can hardly understand his English and he smiles a lot, he reminds me of that blue Furby of mine that used to make funny noises sitting next to all of the other useless crap  I tend to accumulate over time. I am really bad saying goodbye, even when it comes to inanimate objects. I like/dislike that literature teacher that I have this quarter and that I also had last quarter, all lecture long he was looking at me reluctantly, with that I hate/love you stare. I acknowledge that I am just a kid playing grown up. I was just pretending to read while I was singing happy birthday to my ex boyfriend on the phone, I only got muffins, sodas, and junk food from Ralphs, and my organized closet is probably gonna last a day or so. I am a mess. A mess with fake dark hair. A mess that has to read Plato, the wisdom of Buddha, the psychology text books, etc... that I still haven´t bought. I am an organized mess when I have time. I am a mess in a hurry when I don't have time. I am a fat mess when I am depressed, eat ice cream, and watch chick flicks. I am a missing mess when there´s no one looking. I must be a mess with a bad karma because I have a roommate with a little bit of an obsesive compulsive disorder. I am that mess sitting on the grass, smiling to the sun, all tangled up with the string of life and confused between the battle inside my head of what I am vs. what I want to become. What I really want to be is a panda, but people have told me that it is impossible for a mess to become a panda. My second option is to be a cascade of knowledge. I love that word... cascade. Vivian likes the word efervescent, she told me a while ago while Krista was saying that she would like to be able to know her past lives, like Phoebe in Friends. Vivian wants to put a yellow rose representing ever lasting love in the poster I proposed to do to visualize everything we want from life. It will be interesting to explain to people that these are our desires in life when they see a poster with a panda, a yellow rose, a cascade, and a random guy. That conversation ended at 12:30 and I went to my room, where I found my roommate pretending to read (aka. stalking people in myspace) with rollers in her hair. 

 Okay, I´m off to bed, to dream with my life as a panda, a fat dichromatic panda that eats green food (maybe monochromatic, since black is not considered a color, but the absence of color, which makes me think... if black isn't a color, why are black people called "colored"), rolls on the grass, and doesn't have to read Plato.