el dia algo

Since March 15, I have not wrote. Life gets hectic and your off the bandwagon again. I have titled this "Day something.." for counting all the days of learning mi espanol have spilled all into one muddy puddle being stepped in everyday. To be an individual is hard at times. Not getting caught up with what everyone else is doing, being hot, following what's in and what's cool. Being a poetic spirit and being the blacksheep of my freinds, is a challenge within itself. I love that I am unique, sometimes living like a hermit or liking books and nerdy things too much. My freinds are hot latinas hustlin' everyday, paving there way. Some model and act, others work hard to pay the bills.
"Let's go out!"
Every weekend, they'd say. Temptation is so hard sometimes, when you really just want to stay in.
"Ok, where are we going tonight?"
I'd give in. Then when I'm out there, I realized, staying succluded most of the time is not a good thing. Let me be more social! Insanity cries out from within a hollow, dark echo. I love my life, my writing, my lyrical writing. So why am I not there yet? These big logs of timber roll in my path and I lose my footing. I am a strong, independent female! Jesus and my work and my gym and my freinds. I am still here in my apartment counting the days when I am paying half my rent. My lease is up and I have decided, by God's good grace that I shall find a nice room in a house that is of course, peace, quiet and private. That is when I can afford to take lessons in espanol to complete my project of Seeking La Otra Mitad. I am in and out and all over. Staying focused is my light in the fog, guiding me to learn it, to discover it, to maintain it. I am here but also there...till next time..ciao..