gas prices, presidential candidates, and Egypt .

last fall it took only 30 dollars to completely fill my gas tank to the top, now I dont even know how much it takes. tOo much that's how much. I just dont wanna pay for it.

What the heck happened to mubaric (spell?). Hw just disappeared from the scene. I think he was assassinated. The news just said he was in  jail. But I dont know... I think he's dead and thatwhy there was such a quick release of the country right AFTER he said that it was HIS country. I dont know.

I thought that I was going to be a tea party member this year and then I saw who was running for the tea party. Fricken Donald trump. What the heck. You know I was always skeptical with the terminator as a governor. But come on people!!!! He's a reality star! Good grief. Im sure he has a nice idea for the country as a business man. But for some reasome I have the feeling that he's a corrupted business man. And I dont want corruption in the white house.... Well it wouldn't change much as far as sort goes foe what's in the white house.

Idk. Maybe ill vote for the rents too damn high party. 

the secret

I just watched the secret. I know the secret. I will apply the secret and be everything i want to be. 

I want to be a size xxsmall 00 Size jean model

i will be a xxsmall 00 size jeans famous model.

That's that.
I know its superficial, but i dont feel like ill get anywhere with my writing. But maybe if i channeled my secret towards that i will :)


I will be a successful poet.

im Asian but i love italy.

There's nothing better than a nice little lumpia roll (Filipino egg roll for all of your white devils )  but every now and then I fricken enjoy a good canoli. You know those little cream filled pastries that are delicious. Well my work makes them and I bought one and it had NO FILLING. it was a flaky piece of flake. Ew. So I complained and got a new one. They were both delicious. I reallyyyy want to go to Italy. Oh wait. I am. Maybe if I can come up with 900 dollars. Anyone have eight hundred just laying around and want a tax write off?

Poems. Poems. Poems.

There's this "wave" of things happening in life. Like how everything is going digital.
WHOA! PEOPLE USE THE INTERNET??? I know. It's crazy.
But here I am just starting to do this "blogging" thing, and yet I opening cheat on my blog with my
trusty pen and paper.
But you see it's just so hard, because at first it was an affair with the computer rather than the notebook.
But, *covers blogs eyes(?) ears(?)* my blog just didn't cut it. It wasn't there in math class with me when I finished my work and wrote a lovely poem about how I like to procrastinate in math. And it turned out decently, nice even.
But you see the thing is I want to put all of my poems on this blog.
"TO THE CLOUD!" or whatever they're called the internet web space these days.
So that's my project. A poem a day.
I'm going to start tomorrow because once I leave the computer I don't know if I'll come back.
Because I get cold easily sitting here and talking to people and pretending to be cool and "blog".

If Columbus was wrong...

So i guess i should give you the normal teenage schpiel on how my life is so confusing and

i just dont know who i am. But does it really matter who you are if you never knew yourself?
I dont understand when people say, oh i've seen the real side of that person. Uh, no. You
Probably havnt, why? Because people only show you what they want you to see.
If they want you to think they are just so goshh darnn happy. By golly they are going to put a smile on their face, arent they? If they're feeling neglected? Well guess who has a sob story to tell?
Do i sound bitter? Gee, i hope not, because seriously i'm not. Just frusterated. I dont know who i am.
I dont know who people think i am. Am i that 'one girl'? Am i 'oh shes really nice!' girl? Any clues? No?
Yeah, i dont know either. So, my question for the day; is it possible to know someone, if they dont even know themselves?
Yes, well random rambling. Good Night.

G.W.E.C.

Alright, alright, so many of you may not know what GWEC means, don't worry I'll inform you.But it's a catchy little phrase that a photographer once told me, and ever since then I've created this photographer snob persona. GWEC stands for Girl/Guy With Expensive Camera. Basically meaning they have no talent or artful eye and just basically take pictures and assume it's great because they have an expensive camera. And frankly it pisses me off. Pretty much 1 picture out of 100 are good, but they still feel the need to post EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM on facebook. and for some Gosh Darn reason people think that they've come across the next Ansel Adams. Also I'd like to note that I'm not the worlds next ansel adams, I'm not really even that good at photography, but that does not mean in any way shape or form that I don't have an eye for a great photo and from what i've been seeing they do not have one. anywho. (Also I'd never use a canon.) Basically I'm just sick of people going "Oh I"m a photographer, nehhhh" when really they are just another kid with an expensive camera. I just want to see some interesting photos.

Beginnings, Beginnings.

So today I am starting a blog. Why? So I can figure myself out, kinda. So that I can leave a part of me to float around in cyber space for all eternity. Yes.

Where do I start? Well names are nice, and mine is Morgan. I am asian, or part asian anyway.
And I'm pretty proud of it! I'm not very tall. and for now that's all you need to know.

I told my girlfriend I was starting this today and she didn't like the idea. But oh well. There was a quote, I don't remember who by, but it said "I personally believe that language was created because of our desperate need to complain." and while i dread this becoming my daily pot to dump all of my complaints into, there will be a little dumping. But once i get my groove i'll figure out where I want to take this.

Pot Dump number one: My mother told me I'm going to hell. Not "you've been disobedient, go to hell!" more like "You are going to hell because you are a sinner." I thought she loved me, I don't think this is nurturing enough to show love. But in any sense, I still love her.

It's late and this blog thing is still strange, maybe I'll have better stories tomorrow.

Bien nuit.