Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in uber_pochacco's LiveJournal:

Monday, August 18th, 2008
3:11 am	poem, no title yet some secrets bubble warmly, as the lovers stir the pot with slender wooden spoons, while others climb through holes in fences, wriggle out of cracks and into their owner’s arms, happily wagging and licking at the reunion listen to the whispers that crackle, slowly falling apart, leaving crumbs for the conversation’s dusk to follow when I listened, I heard it explained simply: “I must not tell you that I have nothing to tell you” but secrets are not hard seeds of truth hiding amongst dead leaves, beetles, and dirt, the secrets are in the places where one branch splits from another, where two leaves branch off, where the tree trunk parts in two There is nothing more honest than that (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, August 24th, 2007
1:49 pm	krazy kollege updates I saw my academic advisor today and I told him that I wanted to take 4 classes (first year Reedies typically take either 3 or 4 classes): Humanities 110 (which everyone takes), intro psych (because I want to be a psych major), intro physics (to satisfy a distribution requirement), and intro to ancient christianity (because it would be cool and so I can take a REALLY cool religion class next year, religion 201). My advisor basically bluntly said, "Oh hell no." I think his exact words were "That's too much for you, and if you do take it it will be against my advice." So, I am taking three classes now. Next semester I am going to try to take a creative writing class, which I have to submit writing samples for.  When I came back from my meeting to schedule things, I decided I would pick conferences later in the day, rather than earlier. The lectures happen at a set time, but there are lots of different conferences to pick from. After I finished all my scheduling, I remembered the creative writing class, and it turned out that my physics lab interfered with it. But then in order to change my physics lab for a semester, I would have to change my hum conference for that semester, and because you have to have the same conference both semesters I had to redo my whole schedule. So, that was vaguely stressful for a moment. Here is what I worked out for fall semester: Monday: Hum lecture 9:00-9:50 (OUCH) Physics lecture 10:00-10:50 (double whammy lectures) Hum conference 1:10-2:00 Tuesday: Psych lecture 10:30-11:50 (basically every morning I have a lecture, and those are my only morning classes) Physics conference 1:10-2:30 (this is my lightest day) Wednesday: Hum lecture 9:00-9:50 Physics lecture 10:00-10:50 Hum conference 1:10-2:00 Psych lab 2:10-3:00 Thursday: Psych lecture 10:30-11:50 Physics lab 1:10-4:00 (ahh this is intense) Friday: Hum lecture 9:00-9:50 Physics lecture 10:00-10:50 Hum conference 1:10-2:00 Psych lab 2:10-3:00 I like this schedule, actually. I hope I get all the conferences and things I want. My spring schedule is the same, except hopefully with an intro to creative writing class that is on Mondays and Wednesdays from 3:10-4:30. Besides the academic advisor meeting and such, there really isn't much to do until classes start, so things are going to be pretty chill until then. (18 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 3rd, 2007
4:07 pm	Haiku of the day old man tending to morning flowers beer in hand (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 6th, 2007
4:45 am	Una poema Mind is the blade forged from a million blows Mind is white hot metal, radiating from within Dark ore rooted deep within the earth mind is the edge, licking blood from a careless finger the smith's sweat evaporating off the anvil Mind is potential turned firm, focused beautiful brutality the echoes of warmth and force of flesh (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
11:12 pm	A self mission statement, of sorts, although I hate mission statements A good friend recently asked me what kind of person I strive to be. This is what I said: I want to be someone that can look at the world in a million ways at once I want to be a spiritual person, someone with a direct connection to the divine and divine consciousness I want to be someone who can love and be loved I want to be someone who constantly thinks about everything all the time, who never keeps the same perspective I want to be able to communicate myself to other people, and I want to be able to communicate other people to myself I want to be someone that feels deeply, too much, and experiences the world as constant unavoidable resonations, every aspect of living becoming impossible and always fascinating (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
12:10 am	Scooter, Kerouac, Freud, and Bunnies (do you sense the pattern?) ( So I fell off my damn scooter on Friday while leaving Stanford. ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
9:55 pm	My trip to SoCal ( So, the entire junior class at my school took a field trip to San Diego for two days on Thursday and Friday. From that trip, I learned lots of different things. ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
7:54 pm	Some more poems These are a bunch of poems I wrote last week all within 12 hours of each other. Though they may or may not be any good at all, I am proud of them because I feel like they all came straight from my unconscious or my archaic mind, however you want to conceptualize it. I wrote just what I was thinking, right when I thought it. I'm not usually able to write that way. So if anyone wants to take a look at the current state of my head, just take a peek inside: One Two Three Four Five Warning: I have no idea what a lot of the stuff in these means. I can only retrospectively try to figure out what I probably was thinking LOL (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 25th, 2006
12:58 am	A Random Poem Worn tape on the periwinkle yarn of life Winding down and around and inside your finger Time cringes and pulls it out inch by inch It’s a grand old tapestry gone down the bloodstream As the end flickers out and the roll of yarn is set One drop of mercury blossoms and bursts on the finger tip How many times have you watched the string unfurl? How many times have you never even touched it? Gazing into the eyes of the universe Pass on your drop of pure being Look It shimmers On the foreheads of train windows Wait long enough And the diamond will roll away By the way, if anyone wants to go to my allpoetry site, it's here. All my poems are pretty much there. Edit: I edited the poem to be less gratuitous in adjective usage. (1 Comment |Comment on this)