These final weeks of classes were brutal, but somehow I managed to wiggle my way through disaster.
Thursday was my last day of finals and I was meeting Erica at the Cross Roads Grocery in the Student Center after my extremely difficult and stressful test. I went around and lazily picked out food, and went to the cash register. As the cashier was ringing out my blue PowerAde, I browsed the gum isle below (my last minute purchase routine)… As I was doing so I saw, sitting neatly folded, a $100 bill. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I saw stars as I went to pick it up. I looked around at everyone, but no one said a thing… No worried customers in sight, it was just there, waiting to be taken. I put my head in my hands and thanked God for my amazing luck; I left my phone number with the cashier in case a college kid, such as myself, came franticly looking for it. I have a history of losing things and having them come back to me. I believe in Karma… How else could you explain finding a $100 bill after a dreadful week filled with bounced checks, finals, and list minute apartment searches? The cosmos are listening.
Quote:

“Realize that everything connects to everything else.”
- Leonardo DaVinci

This is the movie I made for the Campus MovieFest. We were nominated for best film and are currently competing in the Boston Regional portion of the contest.

Let me know if you want to go to the red carpet event.

This is something that I wrote about you, and maybe you actually read my blog… so it’s the closest I could ever get to actually showing it to you. And here’s my feeble attempt:

Sensical
Let’s be sensical,
Feel my hand graze the middle of your breast.
What? That’s not ethical?
Ok, Fine, I’ll give it a rest.
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Let’s try intellectual,
Allow my eloquence to massage your brain.
No? Of course that’s much too intrinsical
How about I softly say your name?
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Let’s rely on the comical,
I’ll use wit to weaken your knees.
Why? I guess I should be less equivocal
You’d find me too much a tease.
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There isn’t much more that I could propose,
Only my feeble attempts to win your love with my ill-writ prose.
- G.C.G.

Song:

http://www.myspace.com/juliehendersonmusic

“The other girl”

I don’t know what it is sometimes, but once in a while you see someone and all they have to do is to exist in order to capture your attention. I haven’t been too much of a sucker for captivation at first glance, but here I am captivated. Sure, I know better than to get over my head about it. I wonder how it would feel to be so completely wonderful in every possible way and not really know it. If you don’t know how wonderful you are then you need someone who would tell you it at every opportunity of the day. I could be that person, you know, but that’ll never happen. There’s something to be said for the romance that only exists in your head, it stays limitless in your head, like the Stephen King quote I like. These thoughts are limitless in my mind, they contain multitudes.

Quotes:

“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.” -Stephen King