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Mrs. Dalloway I think would have had been much more fun to read if it wasn’t written the way it was, even if that’s what makes it so great for others. I think that the subject was really interesting, but just because of the way the language is used, and how everything seems to go sooo slow, it just loses the reader. I like a book that has great themes and keeps me attached to it, and I just have to keep reading, and I don’t have to read the same paragraph more than three times because I dozed off by the second line. Even though it was boring to read it did however have some really interesting points, such as Mrs Dalloway appearing to be someone that she doesn’t feel is really her, she feels as she puts up an act to appear someway to be accepted by high society, but in the end she knows more than that.  My favorite part was when Mrs. Dalloway some how felt some kind of connection with the veteran that killed himself, just to safe his own soul form being captured, I think that to a great extent she admired him, and at the same time she felt relieved somehow. “She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away.”

So right after the movie ended I wasn’t really sure on how to react, I was a bit confused, probably as all those neighbors that ended up bashing sal’s place. I think the movie has a very strong point of view. In the movie, I think the neighbors took it to an extreme by completly bashing sal’s pizzeria.But I also think that violence is necessary to use at points, specially when is in self-defense, or just make a statement.  however in this case violence was unessecesary, and that instead of protesting against sal, they should have protested against the cops, after all, they were the ones who killed Radio Raheem. I do agree however, that Sal’s son, was very openly racist, and it did bother his father, and his younger brother. I think sal would have reacted towards Bugging out and  Radio raheem the same way even if they were white, I think Bugging simply took everything too harsh, and because he acted violent and started yelling in sal’s shop, sal did the same thing he reacted towards violence with violence, its the way humans react, I think because of situations like that in this country people keep making racism such a big deal, as if people were to just let it go the tention would eventually disappear, the more the hatred is fed the more is going to grow, so why still keep it alive? I mean even today even if you look at someone in the eyes or just glance at people, they start giving you this like terrible stare as if one was racist and did something disrespectful to them, and people just have to be so aware all the time just because if one says something without meaning anything you’ll find yourself being yelled at or some weird crap. I just think that because it has been brought to a point that is no longer necessary it has brought everyone into this paranoid society where everyone takes everything as an insult, everyone is on the defense, people need to relax for a while, and I mean everyone, it doesn’t matter the race or w/e I mean seriously before i ever came to this country race was the last thing i saw in a person, I still think that way, but other people just seem to be so paranoid about it. I mean seriously the situation here is just ridiculous, and people like to make it even worst just for the hell of it.  Just by the fact that to apply to a school or a job one needs to specify one’s race? that is just pathetic, who the hell cares if you are white yellow blue? fuck it, and I think what this movie just takes it to another extreme that doesn’t need to be taken,  seriously i think that if they were to form a riot against anyone should be the cops, they form part of the system, and the same system is was keeping this “racial” issue alive, once again just by always classifying people by their race. And they were the ones who acted with extreme violence and killed Radio Raheem. So why blame it on Sal? supposedly they grew up on that pizza, even Sal kept saying that he did not want to move the pizzeria out of there because he had just seen so many kids and families growing up there, he felt like he was part of their daily life, i don’t think thats racism, i think thats part of belonging to a community. And I do think Sal overworked Mookie, but he did the same with his two sons; i mean seriously who in this country does not work like a slave? everyone does, because people get the worst pay ever, people can barely pay their rent, and the only way to not get a shitty pay is to get education, and to get education you have to pay a fortune, and to pay a fortune you have to be rich, and the rich are the ones who exploit the workers who get a shitty pay. Its a whole cycle, that once again goes back to the system which keeps it that way.

This past winter brake when I went back to Miami, my best friend and I decided to walk from downtown Miami to Key Biscayne. (its like 10 miles)
Dani (my best friend) and I where at this other friend’s house in little Havana,  around the downtown area of Miami. We got carried away, and forgot we needed a ride back home, and we couldn’t find a ride, gas money is a pain, and most of our friends are broke, plus the cops at 3 am around Key Biscayne are pretty fierce. So we decided we would walk there. It was probably the worst idea we’ve had since I was in Junior year. Anyways, we started walking, and then we got to that huge bridge to pass to the Key, that’s probably the only fact i know about bridges they are like roads above the oceans, rivers or lakes that take you to the other side, I know is lame, but I’m not much of a bridge person. We had already been walking for not too long, but we were pretty tired. Once we were at the middle of the bridge we started taking pictures, and enjoying ourselves for a little while, the view was great, you could see the typical Miami vice building view, only you could actually smell the ocean, and feel the nice humid breeze, with that little bit of sand it picks up and gets stuck inside your nostrils or teeth.  It was nice, there were no cars out, so we got to walk in the middle of the highway. Once we were off the Bridge we decided to stick out our thumbs cause we were not going to walk anymore, and this big bold tourist guy was nice enough to give us a ride. It was exciting, the only fun part was when we were on the bridge.

Blue lottery sign
no money
I’m broke
I’ll survive
Daisie’s whale
The freezing breeze
I cant feel shit

Grand ave, bubbly letter graffiti
pink and blue
white ground
I’m still thinking about that whale
that messed up with my head
creamy cookies
I’m still hungry
oh look the crack house!