I'm a Puerto Rican, 5'2" Gemini who's into Brand New, Tori Amos, Pepsi, surfer guys, reading, Boston accents, r a i n b o w s , and sunrises. Extroversion yay! I'm a graduate of South Broward High School and official Gator. I start in the Fall. I like going out to a party and being the center of attention, but I'd rather stay home with lots of friends. Debate and newspaper were my life. I'm an avid reader and journalist extraordinaire.First impressions are lasting impressions. I judge books by covers. Deal with it. Don't be an illiterate ass and chances are I'll like you. Correct grammar turns me on.At first glance I'm a self-centered bitch but dig a little deeper, I have a heart that's made of gold.I'm fucking Martha Stewart, k?
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Halley's Comet
by Stanley Kunitz
Miss Murphy in first grade
wrote its name in chalk
across the board and told us
it was roaring down the stormtracks
of the Milky Way at frightful speed
and if it wandered off its course
and smashed into the earth
there'd be no school tomorrow.
A red-bearded preacher from the hills
with a wild look in his eyes
stood in the public square
at the playground's edge
proclaiming he was sent by God
to save every one of us,
even the little children.
"Repent, ye sinners!" he shouted,
waving his hand-lettered sign.
At supper I felt sad to think
that it was probably
the last meal I'd share
with my mother and my sisters;
but I felt excited too
and scarcely touched my plate.
So mother scolded me
and sent me early to my room.
The whole family's asleep
except for me. They never heard me steal
into the stairwell hall and climb
the ladder to the fresh night air.
Look for me, Father, on the roof
of the red brick building
at the foot of Green Street--
that's where we live, you know, on the top floor.
I'm the boy in the white flannel gown
sprawled on this coarse gravel bed
searching the starry sky,
waiting for the world to end.
