User:Sharonhasafever

FRAGMENTS: {The voices in my head often leaves me at lost for words;  sometimes, far too many to structure a coherent singular thought. Forgive me if I stumble.}

On Definitions: I Think I Am, I Think I'm Not
Definitions leaves me with a sort of sour taste, as I find it sometimes limiting in rendering the true scope of a character, a person, a thing. I'm constantly changing, constantly becoming, and at best, I can partially list what captivates my attention. I like discovering polarities, exploring the many shades of gray, and conversing with curious Georges / Georgettes. Consequently, I think it's one of the reasons why I'm glad to be a part of the BECA 670 creative circle. Maybe one fine day, somewhere along the road on this writing journey, I can distinguish the one true resonating voice which I sometimes feel I've misplaced along my way.

On The Fog: Pinch Me, I Think I'm Dreaming
I hail from the City of Lost Angels; a city that I call home, and a relationship that I’ve to struggled to both love and hate. San Francisco has been my haven for the past 3 years, yet somehow everything still feels all too new. There's not a day that goes by, that I don't walk into the streets of my neighborhood that I don't think "how lucky I am to be living here at this point in my life." From the corners of my hill, the city stands majestically erect as I revel in its beauty, embrace its quirky characteristics, and inhale the varying rich (sub) cultures that it fosters. In the words of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, "It's Such A Good Vibration, It's Such A Sweet Sensation" to be here!

On Thirst: My Educational Quest and Musings
Measured in years, the academic journey seems to have been long. Yet, equally, it feels like it's a constant beginning, which I suppose is a good thing. I think we can all agree, that this road called life is a perpetual learning experience, filled with the spectrum of emotions ranging from joy to despair. When I’m down feeling blue, with a bit of money in my pocket and strategic planning, I indulge in my preferred guilty pleasures: Green Apple / Aarvarks Book Store when I tire of the men I bed, Scandinavian Details for sheer amusement, and Amoeba - because that store really turns me on like all my favorite songs (films too) rolled into one.

When retail therapy doesn’t suffice, and need to seek the professional clinical health I can’t afford, I thank my lucky stars that I’m still a student: for my shots, and general check-ups I head to the Student Health Center, and for self-diagnosed mental imbalances I mosey my way to Counseling & Psychological Services Center (which by the way, I just discovered and used only once due to my counselor’s prognosis to my insomnia.) However, I don’t discourage any one from visiting, as sometimes one just need to let it all out. And what better way to do so, than with a stranger, who is by trade supposed to be empathetic, but intuitively you can feel their judging eyes burning through you – but of course, though slightly perturbing, you don’t really care because you’re most likely not going to see them again any way. Anyway, should that not work for you as well and you just need a listening ear, don't hesitate to give me a holler. We can head down to the pub for a beer and a bit of conversation.