I love playing the saxophone when I have time, policy debate, listening to my i-Pod, and hanging out with my friends.
I love music! I practically owe my life to music since it always helps me to overcome all of the obstacles that arise in my life. I listen to: All American Rejects, Ashlee Simpson, Aventura, Avril Lavigne, Backstreet Boys, Black Eyed Peas, Britney Spears, Cascada, Celine Dion, D4l, Daddy Yankee, DHT, Don Omar, Enrique Iglesias, Evanescence, Gavin DeGraw, Green Day, Gwen Stefani, Hilary Duff, Hoobastank, James Blunt, Jesse McCartney, Jessica Simpson, Julieta Venegas, Kelly Clarkson, The Killers, KMW, La India, Linkin Park, Luny Tunes, Madonna, Mana, Maroon 5, Natasha Bedingfield, Nickelback, Outkast, Panic! At The Disco, R. Kelly, RBD, Ricardo Arjona, Rihanna, Ryan Cabrera, Shakira, Simple Plan, Zion & Lennox, and some that I may have forgotten!
I've read books such as: Jane Eyre, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Brave New World, Great Gatsby, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Death of a Salesman, Too Late The Phalarope, and The Sun Also Rises. Also, I've read a lot of Shakespeare books, such as: Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, and his satires. Yes, the short stories where he makes fun of society with homophrodites... lol. I've read some of Foucault's books, or at least random cut articles of his books made into evidence...lol. In that case, I read a lot, since I read a lot of small debate related articles.
My heroes are my Mom, God, Thurgood Marshall, Martin Luther King Jr., George Washington, and William Shakespeare! Shakespeare is the master when it comes to capturing the pain of love in words. My all time favorite poem/sonnet is Sonnet 71: "No longer mourn for me when I am dead/ Than you shall hear the surley sullen bell/ Give warning to the world that I am fled/ From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell./ Nay, if you read this line, remember not/ The hand that writ it; for I love you so/ That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot/ If thinking on me should make you woe./ O, if, I say, you look upon this verse/ When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay,/ Do not so much my poor name rehearse,/ But let your love even with my life decay,/ Lest the wise world should look into your moan/ And mock you with me after I am gone."