sometimes i wonder what my calling is. . what am i supposed to do. i'm pretty sure everyone else wonders. . ."was i supposed to be super woman or still remain super girl." my last few days in the east have been an experience. unfortunately, i've been up late each night past 1 a.m. takes some adjustment. i read for the first time at nuyorican cafe ( info. provided by noel, thanks). nuyorican poet's cafe is a pretty famous place, a good place for poetry. i didn't expect the opportunity to come but hey i took advantage of it. i got rated, heh. 23.4/30 = 78%. not bad considering that i just wrote the piece the night before. i reall didn't expect it. i've been around NYC, and i wouldn't mind moving here already. by the way. . i know this has nothing to do with my first thoughts. my initiative for writing a blog was because i was too lazy to write all my thoughts down, plus i lose a lot of papers that way. so yes. back to my original thoughts. i think i wrote that because i was looking up a b.a. in communications from csusm. i don't know what i can do with it. hopefully i'll find out later down the line. i'll stop for now, typing is hurting my hand.