So lm thinking of moving to New York. You know l figured if lm gonna be rich and famous a good place to star would be New York, of course that may not happen because lets face it there are a lot of amazing writers heading to New York at this very moment! So l decide to change colleges instead. That way l can be in New York writing and all those good things and still be getting an education thus securing a back-up plan.... 'Thus' is a queer word isn't it, but for some awkward reason l just seem to want to keep using it. I like using quirky old English words like that, for example at the start of the year l resolved to cheer on our horrible football tea by shouting, "Harass them! Harass them! Make them relinquish the ball!!!" for some odd reason everyone thought that was ridiculous! I don't know why they would think that really its a perfectly good chant if l should say so myself (Rich British Accent!)
As for my wanting to move to New York l am not sure if its a permanent thing or one of my many whims that l come up with every other day (Sometimes l want to move to Atlanta and be a high price Stripper!lol!)
The main reason for my move is that the college l am currently at is raping me in terms of finance. I mean l ave made some great friends here but that about all there is to it and 16 grand plus a year is a bit much to pay in order to hang out with friends in my crowded dorm room. Plus there isn't even that much do around here, l mean all people ever do is hook up and drink Budlight which sucks by the way! (I'm more into the hard liquor esp. Russian Vodka)
So basically l am going to move to New York in search of fame, fortune and some good Russian Liquor or and l am going to get a degree in Chemical Engineering too and maybe date a famous athlete who knows!
Let the College Transfer Applications begin and if there is anyone who is in New York who reads this holla at me so we can hang hey!
P.S I am also thinking of moving to Miami for the athletes so we will have to see which one wins out okay. :)
Saturday 31 March 2012
Friday 30 March 2012
Cheery Up!
Just finished reading a blog called Marie Antoinette's Beehive, l must say it is fabulous! Another example of how writing affects my life. After posting the last post which l must admit was kind of depressing another piece of writing just picked me up again, absolutely wonderful!
Now l am in the mood for some British comedy for some awkward reason! Time for some Micheal Mcntyre!
Now l am in the mood for some British comedy for some awkward reason! Time for some Micheal Mcntyre!
Faced with my own mortality...
My life has always been kinda of unsettled you know. There is never a calm when everything is going good or even when l can say that l am bored. There is always something going on, something keeping me on my toes or wondering or scheming (in a good way) or trying to find a way to keep up with the craziness that surrounds me. In the past these have been things that were manageable you know, l could handle my life at least somewhat but now l dont know if l am going to be able to keep my head above water any longer.
On Tuesday night while lying in bed and reading up on my roman history when l felt a sharp pain on my right breast, l check to see what was up and l discovered that my breast was a bit swollen. i wouldn't have been alarmed except for the fact that when l kept checking to see what was wrong l noticed a lump.... Yeah there it was, this hard solid undeniable lump.... I could sit here and describe the shock or trauma or emotions l went through but truth be told, l cant. At that very moment in time l went numb, every part of my being just shut down. It was like the world had suddenly become so cold so fast. The funniest part about this is that 15 minutes earlier l had been laughing and giggling with a certain Mr.B. and just enjoying myself and now here l was potentially faced with my own mortality.
Looking back on my week and looking at my life right now l feel like this isn't even my life. It's like someone took bits and pieces of different peoples lives slapped them together and through me in the center and said, "See what you can make of that!" Really its crazy. One minute l am having a wonderful lunch, laughing with friends and helping one of my dear friends to hook up with a guy then the next minute l am in the doctors office and she is telling me she doe not like the way the lump in my breast feels.
How do l do it really, l do l walk put into the world and act like everything is perfect when l am about to break down and cry at any given moment. It's no surprise that l hoping for the best but expecting the worst. The nurse said very few girls my age get breast cancer, "It's only a small percentage!" she said, obviousl she doesn't know that most of the time l do fall into 'the small percentage.'
I'm surprised that l haven't cried yet but l guess me writing this is my way of crying out to the world. A sad, silent cry that will echo on for as long as these word are read....
Oh yah not to mention the fact that l am broke and have no idea how l am going to pay my college tuition...yah it's a wonderful, wonderful life isn't it.
"When faced with your own mortality, your life doesn't flash before your eyes instead you find yourself reaching for the memories you are yet to make."-Me.
On Tuesday night while lying in bed and reading up on my roman history when l felt a sharp pain on my right breast, l check to see what was up and l discovered that my breast was a bit swollen. i wouldn't have been alarmed except for the fact that when l kept checking to see what was wrong l noticed a lump.... Yeah there it was, this hard solid undeniable lump.... I could sit here and describe the shock or trauma or emotions l went through but truth be told, l cant. At that very moment in time l went numb, every part of my being just shut down. It was like the world had suddenly become so cold so fast. The funniest part about this is that 15 minutes earlier l had been laughing and giggling with a certain Mr.B. and just enjoying myself and now here l was potentially faced with my own mortality.
Looking back on my week and looking at my life right now l feel like this isn't even my life. It's like someone took bits and pieces of different peoples lives slapped them together and through me in the center and said, "See what you can make of that!" Really its crazy. One minute l am having a wonderful lunch, laughing with friends and helping one of my dear friends to hook up with a guy then the next minute l am in the doctors office and she is telling me she doe not like the way the lump in my breast feels.
How do l do it really, l do l walk put into the world and act like everything is perfect when l am about to break down and cry at any given moment. It's no surprise that l hoping for the best but expecting the worst. The nurse said very few girls my age get breast cancer, "It's only a small percentage!" she said, obviousl she doesn't know that most of the time l do fall into 'the small percentage.'
I'm surprised that l haven't cried yet but l guess me writing this is my way of crying out to the world. A sad, silent cry that will echo on for as long as these word are read....
Oh yah not to mention the fact that l am broke and have no idea how l am going to pay my college tuition...yah it's a wonderful, wonderful life isn't it.
"When faced with your own mortality, your life doesn't flash before your eyes instead you find yourself reaching for the memories you are yet to make."-Me.
Monday 26 March 2012
Sunday Morning Kind of love...well almost.
Had a great sunday, went over to see Mr T at like 3am in the morning....Is that still considered a booty call? l mean it was kinda late and all but we do like each other a lot or is it just one of those things that just happen to me. He had to send his roommate over to pick me up because he couldn't find his keys, l thought that was kind of weird and random really and the funniest part about it that his roommate agreed to do do it, i mean like where else in the world does this happen at freaking 3 in the morning!crazy! So after being picked up by the roommate he drops me off and asks, "So are you two going to have sex?" I said no and l meant it, l mean l hadn't talked to the guy in like 2 weeks the fact that l was at his house at 3 in morning in my pajamas was naive and gullible enough, sleeping with him would have slide me into the 'easy file' for sure!!!!
So l walk in and he is sitting on this big ass chair having a Godfather moment and he beckons me to sit in his lap.....l so did it! Come on this is like a 200 pound, 6ft football player and l am 102 pounds and 5ft something of course lm gonna sit in his lap, its kinda sexy though thos difference in size.... After exchanging some randomness we made out, lm not ashamed l have hormones so get over it. He is a bit of a bully though when l guess its because he can throw me across the room if he wanted.So the kissing is fierce and sometimes he bites but l don't mind, love is rough sometimes! We had to move to the basement because one of his roommates was sleeping on the couch right next to us and it was getting a little too hot to just keep quiet....giggle.
Since l wasn't l wasn't offering sex l had to honor the 'Sex Code'* and provided the next best thing which was of course a blow-job! Im fabulous at those things but lm not sure if thats a talent worth bragging about you know..... As much as l love white guys and prefer to date them** l can never get used to how small some of them are and Mr T is one of those guys. You would never guess it though if you looked at his physical size but l just nature is allowed to be ironic too!lol! Anyway he is kind small but he can last like no other....like seriously this guy can freaking last which makes giving him a blowjob kinda difficult because lm sitting there like "Fuck my neck hurts!" it doesn't help that he likes to stick his dong as far down my throat as possible and sometimes l end up choking...tough love. So he busts a nut and we are done hwich is cool ecause unlike with Mr B there isnt this uncomfortable silence afterwards. I mean we kiss and snuggle or whatever and he asks me if lm staying over, l decide not to because l don't feel like taking the walk of shame in the morning plus l have to be up early to go to Cleveland. So its a goodnight or morning considering its already 5am he drives me back to my dorm room. The dorms are quite and the ghosts have already left since dawn is about to break so nothing is going and l crawl into my bed happy as compared to the other times were l just kind of feel disgusted with myself. I dont know maybe i will date this one.
*The 'Sex Code' is my own personal set of rules regarding sexual encounters, l dont like to leave guys with blue balls so l made this up for all the times lm not going to have sex but have already gotten a guy excited. That way at least he got something out of the situation... :)
**Im black by the way. Just putting it out there.
So l walk in and he is sitting on this big ass chair having a Godfather moment and he beckons me to sit in his lap.....l so did it! Come on this is like a 200 pound, 6ft football player and l am 102 pounds and 5ft something of course lm gonna sit in his lap, its kinda sexy though thos difference in size.... After exchanging some randomness we made out, lm not ashamed l have hormones so get over it. He is a bit of a bully though when l guess its because he can throw me across the room if he wanted.So the kissing is fierce and sometimes he bites but l don't mind, love is rough sometimes! We had to move to the basement because one of his roommates was sleeping on the couch right next to us and it was getting a little too hot to just keep quiet....giggle.
Since l wasn't l wasn't offering sex l had to honor the 'Sex Code'* and provided the next best thing which was of course a blow-job! Im fabulous at those things but lm not sure if thats a talent worth bragging about you know..... As much as l love white guys and prefer to date them** l can never get used to how small some of them are and Mr T is one of those guys. You would never guess it though if you looked at his physical size but l just nature is allowed to be ironic too!lol! Anyway he is kind small but he can last like no other....like seriously this guy can freaking last which makes giving him a blowjob kinda difficult because lm sitting there like "Fuck my neck hurts!" it doesn't help that he likes to stick his dong as far down my throat as possible and sometimes l end up choking...tough love. So he busts a nut and we are done hwich is cool ecause unlike with Mr B there isnt this uncomfortable silence afterwards. I mean we kiss and snuggle or whatever and he asks me if lm staying over, l decide not to because l don't feel like taking the walk of shame in the morning plus l have to be up early to go to Cleveland. So its a goodnight or morning considering its already 5am he drives me back to my dorm room. The dorms are quite and the ghosts have already left since dawn is about to break so nothing is going and l crawl into my bed happy as compared to the other times were l just kind of feel disgusted with myself. I dont know maybe i will date this one.
*The 'Sex Code' is my own personal set of rules regarding sexual encounters, l dont like to leave guys with blue balls so l made this up for all the times lm not going to have sex but have already gotten a guy excited. That way at least he got something out of the situation... :)
**Im black by the way. Just putting it out there.
Saturday 24 March 2012
Random Texting with guys....
l don't get it, i mean really l don't get it! You act like you like me and we have a great time when we are together so why do you insist on on,y texting me at like 1/2/3 am in the morning! l mean seriously if l get one more text at 3am in the morning talking about "hie what are you up to." l am going to scream! Its 3 in the mourning what do you think lm up to, lm sleeping! Yah crazy random person!! I thought l understood guys but l guess White Guys are a whole new breed then. I mean l love white guys and all, they are sweet and nice and funny when they try to be cool but seriously l don't get them at all. So really that is my problem right now. l dont know maybe l get to understand this whole texting at 1m business some day but for now it is driving me crazy!!! Funny thing is l really like these guys and would love to hang out more with them but its hard to make a date when you text me when lm half asleep, l mean damn CAN WE LIVE!!!! yeah l said it just the way Tiny says it! If l call you, you dont pick up which is even more irritating!
Someone help a sister out before l curse both of them out......I don't know maybe that will help hey. I might try it but l don't want to scare them away and there ain't nothing scarier than an angry Black Woman....plus its not cute either so l might chill on that one!LOL!
Someone help a sister out before l curse both of them out......I don't know maybe that will help hey. I might try it but l don't want to scare them away and there ain't nothing scarier than an angry Black Woman....plus its not cute either so l might chill on that one!LOL!
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