the`real deal.

me and my faves

dear ms. johnson, i miss you very much.

dear carla,

thank you for the penguin joke and the carla note with the carla syntax. i can hear your voice in my head when i reread it even months after i should've responded. thank you. thank you. so, what's up? senior year. are you hanging in there? i can't imagine what you'd have to reminisce about regarding me. but it's sweet. so sweet. i miss mission a lot. i had a dream recently where i showed up there for work. one of those dreams that you have because some part of your soul has forgotten that you've made a big dramatic move to a far off place and then you wake up and ask yourself in a confused existential voice: where am I?

where are you? i am here. at the moment at my parent's house for thanksgiving. happy thanksgiving! when i'm in charlottesville, i like to be in motion. so, i ride my red bike all over town. there are trees. there is one that you can climb in my little yard. i am writing a lot. often on my little front stoop with a big mug of coffee. in fact, i am starting an mfa in poetry in january (which was a secret personal goal i've had for a really long time). so, i'm finally doing it. how's mission? are you freaking out about the future or keeping it cool, in spite, of the senior stress and hype?

miss you,

ms. johnson


On 9/1/07, carla uriarte wrote:
good god that took forever, my replying skills havent been on their best behavior.
hello ms,. johnson.
really great to hear from you,
we reminisce about you everyday.
i swear to god, the other teachers are soo jealous and sick of it, sick to the brim, but we all, even carmen, all of us, insist on going on and on.
its funny to see people after so long, all these make overs, new clothes, morals.. the works, the planted image of so and so in your head, has definitely expired.
school feels a little... weird. surreal, perhaps.
things are a little dry, dry in the sense that its bland. flowing wise. theres this man in ms. comps classroom. i went in there the other day, to investigate, i felt i was in another realm.

sanfrancisco has soo many trees that every single person can claim their own, i dont know if virginia has that same luxury. ha

oh and heres a joke

-what do penguins do?








-break the ice, hi im carla.


nvm about the edit. it was stupid. i realized.

ok.
have a wonderful day!
carla

chance #3- attempt thrice- a grand slam. it'll hit you.

it's feasible- a passionate way to defend our achievements. achieving a 10 not a 10 minus 3. age ten. there's a hero at our hands clearing the road freeing all the tormented bikers and their aggravated sways. the peddling of the vast-- unattainable ideas, discreetly i'm throwing words at you.
to the defender of the hopelessly flamboyant- my asian persuasion, you're cooking good looking and i want to be you. you're my reserved arrangement of perfection-that omnipotent force. as i am idolizing equality i realize that you're nothing more than a skimpy looking hot piece of the next big it. who can compare?
a ten instructs the heart. trapping emotions. like a jam packed car crossing the border. peer in on it. you'll see what i mean. i'm talking celebration- columns to explore, constitutionally being able to smell the stench. and i like his conceit. he's so conceited that i'm feeding frenzy,he's looking heat, smoking in on the sun. it's the organized cant from within . the well washed hairs - stumbles of stubbles- the biggest thing to form an alliance between us. this is why, i beg you, to shave.
hey ten, you're knocking them out. clearing grounds dry. you re pouring insight on this and that who and when. clearly you're always right.
or not.

when you are realized, you'll come home. everything's around. the feeling is gone. it is so gone that you'll having nothing left to do but go through the motions. nothing. how messy. how funny. how boring. i told you so.
so maybe it is a 9 that you'll want to be, or maybe even something moderately lower. with no aim in mind striving for perfection will only be a strive set alone. a case set match. a quick win. an end with no escape a final say about what's ego and what's not. ejection.

a week in a nutshell:

i felt a little ridiculous, for i knew ,that you and i and the space between us, felt the same clash of affection.

i don't even know I'm just taking a gander.


(for excitement and emphasis)
i love collaborations.

"belonging equally to, or shared alike by, two or more or all in question: common property; common interests. "