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Name: Ruben
Location: Omaha, Nebraska, United States
Birthday: 10/14/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: Music. Movies. Writing. And Averything Else.
Expertise: Speaking and Writing, oh, and Romance.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment


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Member Since: 9/14/2005

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Ten, And I Am Lost

Ten, and I will breathe slower.

Nine, I grow impatient.

Eight, and now I'm starting to pace.

Seven, doubting crowds out my conffidence.

Six, and I am sitting, pretending I am not nervous at all.

Five, and I am counting, the moments before.

Four, I whisper, "Everything is okay, I will be fine.  I will impress you."

Three, I realize I am lying to myself.

Two, I know I can no longer hide at all; there is no place left to run.

One, and I am falling...

Here I go.


Saturday, February 25, 2006

Clarity--Ruben Rodriguez

Two men walk into a room together.  Over a cup of hot chocolate and conversation, the one looks at the other and says, "It's been good knowing you, thanks for teaching me all you have.  Your protection has been invaluable, but I can't hold onto it anymore."  The second dismissed man, gets up and leaves the room. 

Anatomy of a conversation...

...mine.

Jenni Cristi, you are amazing.  Trully.  Thank you ever so much for you advice and friendship, both of which I hope to keep for a very long time.


Sunday, February 19, 2006

Two baby boys are born at the exact same time of day.  One grows up to be loved and cared for by his best friends, he becomes an invaluable service to those whom he cares for, and he is respected for his accomplishments.  The other boy grows up feeling unappreciated and doubted.  His father never tells him that he's proud of him, and people use him, and he in return uses people.  He loses trust in them, and holds on only to those closest to him.  He wishes people would take him seriously and not think of him only as an immature little kid, but he doesn't know how to change who he is.  He cries sometimes, becomes he hurts, but he'll never show it.  The first boy's life is a picture perfect ensemble, which everyone believes, and the second boy is the life he leads on the inside, with the lights off, and all the time in the world to think.  The story of a lifetime...

...mine.

 


Thursday, February 02, 2006

It has recently come to my attention, through various circumstances, that the

ENTIRE MALE RACE...

...is insane. 

This being the case, I am trying to decide whether or not to assume a new subtle attitude of caution toward men in general.  Men,  if you have some convincing arguments as to why you might in any way be sane, now is the time.  And ladies as always your input is very much appreciated. 

S.P.  Thanks for so many great responses to the last post.  It was really awesome to watch all of you come out of the wood-work.  Jenni, you're still my favorite.  Thanks for everything.


Monday, January 30, 2006

It has recently come to my attention, through various circumstances, that the

ENTIRE FEMALE RACE...

...is insane. 

This being the case, I am trying to decide whether or not to assume a new subtle attitude of caution toward women in general.  Ladies, if you have some convincing arguments as to why you might in any way be sane, now is the time. 

...now is definitely the time.



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