Entry 2

Goofy, reckless and dorky. That's usually me.








Well I used to do ceramics in high school and I did a pretty good job but I'm pretty sure I just think that because...I did it. So I'm not really good at anything but I have this short story that I'll use as my art work. It's pretty much untitled.

You're walking down the street, minding your own business like everyone should- but doesn't- when suddenly you're thrown off track. He's walking towards you and for some reason, you forget how to walk straight. You try not to make it obvious that you are staring at him in all of his glory but he senses you and he looks up at you with eyes you could melt in. He smiles. You die. You don't know if you should smile back because then he'll think that you want him, but if you don't, you might lose the man of your shallow dreams. So you smile and is it a coincidence that you're both going in to the same store? You try to be as cool, calm and collected as your nervouse ass can be but with every step you take, you try to be seductive which results in clumsy. You bang your leg into the door as he pulls it open for you.

"Are you ok," he asks in the most heart breaking voice, lightly touching your wrist . You can only nod. You don't want to say, "Ouch! That sure hurt!" or "Yes, thank you," without your voice cracking or him smelling your cigarette breath because he might hate cigarettes and you wouldn't want to ruin your chances with a god.

You keep walking with a new sexy limp and as you look through the C.D. racks, you try yo watch him. Read his body. Feel the warmth on your wrist where he had touched you earlier. The second time you look up at him, he's walking towards you. You're in the L section and he was in B. You pick up Lily Allen and pretend to read the back of the C.D. Wow, she's from London. You wanna look up so bad but you have to keep cool. Just keep cool. Until he slides you his number on top of the C.D. You could collapse, there is a god! That is, until he walks right past you into his girlfriend's arms.

"Hey baby, blah blah blah." Kiss, kiss, hug, hug and a wink from him to you as he turns around and walks away with all of his sexiness, shattering your hopes of ever finding someone deserving and not to clingy.

The End.

Salutations
K

Arghhdiodnkflnkl

I'm really tired and yet...here I am...chillin on the computer doing absolutely nothing! My contacts are just about ready to pop out annd my head's goin to explode. Today was such a long...useless day. Lang is awesome...I love lang and the people in it...Parsons too, don't worry.

I'm a naturally late person, so this morning I get out of the Union train station at like 8:55 and I'm like...'shit, I have to run down that huge fucking block (5th ave).' So I do but I had my laptop in my ginormous bookbag anndd my shirt seemed to disappear from my back because the bottom of the bookbag was doing some chafing with my lower back and my initial reaction was 'Oh no! My tattoo!' and then it was 'Wow stupid, it's been like 2 months it's not gonna ruin now.' Finally I thought, 'OUCH!' When i got to class I was in terrible pain cuz i seemed to have scraped half of my lower back off(<--Wow what an exaggerator).

So yea writing seminar and study skills was interesting...that Paula sure is something...so kind. Then I got to finish watching 'The Battle of Algiers." Wow what a good movie!

Oh yeah and fucking work yo! If you ever come into my tasti dlite and ask for a sample, I will throw it in your face and then jump over the counter and smash it in real well. (lmao whoa..my own anger ceases to amaze me.) I really wish I didn't have to work because those yuppies are driving me crazy and I've just become mean! To certain customers. Anyhoo I need to quit soon.

So I've just downloaded 23 songs...sure hope I don't get arrested for this! Downloaded: Damien Rice, Decemberists, Tego Calderon, Sublime, Sarah McLachlan, and Regina Spektor. Good music to last me a day.

Salutations...

K

Just call me Keludys

Well my name is Keludys Ogando. Pronounced K-Lu-Dis. I'd appreciate being called by my name but I usually respond to K or KK or Ludys...Yeah. I'm 18 years old and an incoming freshmen to Eugene Lang College. Sounds funny actually and I find myself wondering 'Why am I going to a school with a weird name?" but then again, who am I to judge? I applied to Lang because of the progressive and modern feel of the school. Just from reading about it and seeing all of it's fields of study I sensed a liberalism from it. If that makes any sense or if liberalism is even a word. Ha. I graduated from environmental Studies up in midtown and honestly, I loved high school. I was good at it and I think it's fair to say that I had a large number of friends. Starting school now, even just the summer program, is kind of nerve wrecking because all my life I went to school with friends and now...Well it's time to start over and I've come to find that that's not a bad thing. It's only the second day and I actually like the people here. Good way to start off. I don't know what I want to major in but some fields that I'm interested in are social services, media and communication, journalism, photography, environmental science and political science. Although...I'm not sure what you can do with a political science major but it sounds interesting. Well I'm into fashion but I don't keep up with artist names but one of my favorite authors is Paulo Cohelo which is who I'll be doing the presentation on! My favorite place in New York has to be Maccarean Park in Williamsburg, Brooklyn because..Well I grew up in that park! It has a soccer field{!!}, baseball fields, handball courts, children's park and just grass! This summer the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Iron and Wine will be performing in the Maccarean Park Pool and I will definitely be in there!