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Malia

About Me

Many things change in the course of a year including my relationships, my place of residence, and my plans for the future. I have begun my first novel in earnest and with that endeavor has come the realization that writing a masterpiece and living off of its profits is all i really want in the way of earning a living. But many other eager freshmen feel the same way and tragically few writers actually get to be successful. Therefore, along with my journalism degree, i have decided to minor in political science and creative writing..Just in case i decide to sell my soul and become a lawyer or some sort of lobbyist.Two of my three closest friends are sharing an apartment with me this semester and i have to tell you, we are the hottest girls this apartment complex has ever seen. The boyfriend with an apartment is no longer the boyfriend, but we're still close. My other friend is far away in another land where the song "sweet home alabama" takes on a whole new meaning. My brother is sixteen now and close to being all grown-up. Sometimes he surprises me by making all grown-up decisions. A few people from high school have turned out to be closer friends when i got to college than i could have ever anticipated. I like to read science fiction/fantasy, write poems and stories, play soccer, and be around music- whether it is playing, downloading, or listening. Being in shape is important to me. Taking care of my body not only keeps me healthy but also lowers my anxiety and helps me focus. PIlates, and the zen garden are helpful...

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I'd like to meet:

bob dylan, Marion Zimmer Bradley, John steinbeck, John Lennon, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Joan of Arc, adolf hitler, napoleon bonaparte, alexander the great, paris of troy...

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My Blog

short story piece

Two naked figures draped over fine linen sheets looked oddly misplaced in the practical bedroom. Smoke drifted up from Janet's cigarette into the dim light of the ceiling fan and stayed there, swirlin...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:32:00 GMT

Through my window

Through my window,A little old lady in blueWith soft, black shoes and a rustedwheel-barrow gently makes her daily trek to the compost heap.Dutifully clutching the woodenHandles, her body is bowed,But ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:13:00 GMT

Poem in angst

its kinda funny...the way our hearts work. sometimes i think that once you get it all sorted outother obstacles pop up- and you realizehey, i've got more climbing to do. a giant fucking hike.then ther...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:13:00 GMT

The beginning of my novel

Mr. Stanton is gripping the steering wheel just a little too tight, his knuckles getting white from the effort. Leyla can see the sweat beading on her Dads nose and hairline despite the air-conditioni...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:05:00 GMT

Preserve something GLorious

He's the big guy. you know the one with all the muscles who likes to eat steak and raise hell. He likes to sleep with all the girls who have seen him on tv; He likes to show them his championship rin...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:39:00 GMT