Anyone that has successfully completed Chemistry in college for a life science major shoot me an email of your schedule for the fall.
I'm gonna need some tutoring.
My math is gonna require some help too.
I want to stay on the Dean's List & isht.
Okay
Night
(And its quiet outside finally & I can go to sleep.)
5.31.2010
I am TERRIFIED of lightning!!!
That's right. I'm __ years old and I am scared literally out of my mind of lightning. Its the worst thing that you can do to me. Make me sit through a lightning storm and watch me cry!
Tonight as we were coming in from the club, my cousin & I were riding & talking discussing his future Mrs. and his deal breakers...we were doing well...
made it down lake shore drive, it was a few bolts, but nothing to Really scare anyone(except me, but I was sufficiently tipsy enough to ignore it kind of) We get off the drive and hit 67th & it was like a friggin light show.
It was terrible awful horrible and frightening, but my cousin's homie was with us so I was trying to front like I wasn't scared, til we pulled up in front of dude's house & the bolts started coming back to back to back. I tried to tweet & fb to take my mind off the lightning show,
until we got in front of my house and I was crouched in the corner of my cousin's car starting to bawl like a baby!!!!!!!
I wanted it to stop. It wouldn't. So I stayed in the corner. Til my cousin offered to walk me in the house.
I ran out that car like it was someone chasing me....
But the funny thing is, I am fine walking in my neighborhood at night, I'm not scared to venture off across the city into unknown neighborhoods. If there's a roadtrip & you need a passenger, call me long as I'm out of school and off work, I'm there
Failure doesn't scare me. Marriage doesn't scare me.
But a bolt of lightning?!?!? I'm ready to dive under the bed til it stops.
I ain't lying one night because there are sooo many windows in my house, I literally slept on the living room floor to avoid walking past the front door(that has two windows) up the stairs(two More windows) past the bathroom(a picture window) into my bed room(with a window that takes up half an entire wall!!!)
So yeah. My cousin saw me cry for the 1st time I think ever or at least in two or three years.
And I made him stay & talk to me til the lightning stopped....why?!?
Because othwerwise this post wouldve come from underneath the living room table tomorrow morning when I woke up.
Tonight as we were coming in from the club, my cousin & I were riding & talking discussing his future Mrs. and his deal breakers...we were doing well...
made it down lake shore drive, it was a few bolts, but nothing to Really scare anyone(except me, but I was sufficiently tipsy enough to ignore it kind of) We get off the drive and hit 67th & it was like a friggin light show.
It was terrible awful horrible and frightening, but my cousin's homie was with us so I was trying to front like I wasn't scared, til we pulled up in front of dude's house & the bolts started coming back to back to back. I tried to tweet & fb to take my mind off the lightning show,
until we got in front of my house and I was crouched in the corner of my cousin's car starting to bawl like a baby!!!!!!!
I wanted it to stop. It wouldn't. So I stayed in the corner. Til my cousin offered to walk me in the house.
I ran out that car like it was someone chasing me....
But the funny thing is, I am fine walking in my neighborhood at night, I'm not scared to venture off across the city into unknown neighborhoods. If there's a roadtrip & you need a passenger, call me long as I'm out of school and off work, I'm there
Failure doesn't scare me. Marriage doesn't scare me.
But a bolt of lightning?!?!? I'm ready to dive under the bed til it stops.
I ain't lying one night because there are sooo many windows in my house, I literally slept on the living room floor to avoid walking past the front door(that has two windows) up the stairs(two More windows) past the bathroom(a picture window) into my bed room(with a window that takes up half an entire wall!!!)
So yeah. My cousin saw me cry for the 1st time I think ever or at least in two or three years.
And I made him stay & talk to me til the lightning stopped....why?!?
Because othwerwise this post wouldve come from underneath the living room table tomorrow morning when I woke up.
5.18.2010
5.17.2010
I just realized....
it wasn't until I started writing the chronicles of my life on mini me's tumblr that I realized so much of my experiences are based on sexual activities....
And there's no guarantee that it's going to change either....
oh well...
anyway...sweet dreams and good nights...I'll be having them...or something close...
5.11.2010
...so maybe being a bitch ain't such a bad thing...
I am organized chaos personified....
like if something happened to me and my family had to go through my paperwork they would be horribly confused and probably more than a little angry at my "system". I understand this. I also know that if you need some paperwork from me, give me about an hour and I will have that file for available for your perusal. I still have copies of my papers from my very first foray into academia at the collegiate level. I keep everything of that sort because one never knows when it will become necessary to retrieve that paperwork.
To that end, I am also hyper professional and conduct business in like manner...I believe that everything should be done properly...minimum input maximum output...DO it right the first time...all of those cliched principles are thoughts I dwell on and live by daily. I figure there should always be a system of organization put into place to avoid having to redo things. I also think that when you have some sort of system in place, you HAVE to account for the possibility of things going awry.
You can be my very best friend, but I will separate the business interactions from the personal. It is necessary. People often times think that I am mean or abrupt because I like to get the business done then move into the other parts of life.
Because I am like this, I will fight tooth and nail for what I believe to be positive business practices...My artist I work with always calls me the pitbull when it comes to getting things taken care of properly...My friends simply say that I am a bitch when its time to get projects and work done...me I say that I am efficient.
Recently I was put in a situation where I began to second guess myself I worried that I was far to impatient and perhaps expected more of people than I should. Perhaps it was wrong for me to think there should have been a measurement of efficacy and a system of checks and blalances. In both situations I had to escalate the situation to a higher level, one being the Dean of Student Affairs and the other to the District Office of Financial Aid, in both situations because of my escalation of the issues, it proved not only beneficial to me, it proved to benefit other students around me as well. Initially in both situations I thought, perhaps I reacted too strongly, maybe I should not have expected these people to react in a more cognizant proactive manner, until it came time for resolution and it was revealed, had I not escalated the situations to these levels, then it would not have received the attention that it needed to receive to be resolved correctly.
In the end, I got the grade that I deserved in the course and I will receive the funding that is necessary for my coursework. As will about 5 other students in my class and at least 30 students in the district. I realized I am the person that shakes the tree cause otherwise it wouldn't move and things would not get done.
Perhaps I am abrupt and maybe even a bitch, but when you have me on your team rest assured you will get paid and things will be done...
like if something happened to me and my family had to go through my paperwork they would be horribly confused and probably more than a little angry at my "system". I understand this. I also know that if you need some paperwork from me, give me about an hour and I will have that file for available for your perusal. I still have copies of my papers from my very first foray into academia at the collegiate level. I keep everything of that sort because one never knows when it will become necessary to retrieve that paperwork.
To that end, I am also hyper professional and conduct business in like manner...I believe that everything should be done properly...minimum input maximum output...DO it right the first time...all of those cliched principles are thoughts I dwell on and live by daily. I figure there should always be a system of organization put into place to avoid having to redo things. I also think that when you have some sort of system in place, you HAVE to account for the possibility of things going awry.
You can be my very best friend, but I will separate the business interactions from the personal. It is necessary. People often times think that I am mean or abrupt because I like to get the business done then move into the other parts of life.
Because I am like this, I will fight tooth and nail for what I believe to be positive business practices...My artist I work with always calls me the pitbull when it comes to getting things taken care of properly...My friends simply say that I am a bitch when its time to get projects and work done...me I say that I am efficient.
Recently I was put in a situation where I began to second guess myself I worried that I was far to impatient and perhaps expected more of people than I should. Perhaps it was wrong for me to think there should have been a measurement of efficacy and a system of checks and blalances. In both situations I had to escalate the situation to a higher level, one being the Dean of Student Affairs and the other to the District Office of Financial Aid, in both situations because of my escalation of the issues, it proved not only beneficial to me, it proved to benefit other students around me as well. Initially in both situations I thought, perhaps I reacted too strongly, maybe I should not have expected these people to react in a more cognizant proactive manner, until it came time for resolution and it was revealed, had I not escalated the situations to these levels, then it would not have received the attention that it needed to receive to be resolved correctly.
In the end, I got the grade that I deserved in the course and I will receive the funding that is necessary for my coursework. As will about 5 other students in my class and at least 30 students in the district. I realized I am the person that shakes the tree cause otherwise it wouldn't move and things would not get done.
Perhaps I am abrupt and maybe even a bitch, but when you have me on your team rest assured you will get paid and things will be done...
5.10.2010
The Stories the Penis Tells.....
Just stopping to drop a link to some other foolishness and fuckery I am a part of...
Penis Tells: i'm not a sucker, so why am i covered in spit???
Have you ever had someone to kiss you it was so bad that you ended up thinking…hey this spit swapping thing ain’t for me? No? Just me huh? I had an ex that would kiss me and I swear for..
Read enjoy....give suggestions if you will....or not...live....
Penis Tells: i'm not a sucker, so why am i covered in spit???
Have you ever had someone to kiss you it was so bad that you ended up thinking…hey this spit swapping thing ain’t for me? No? Just me huh? I had an ex that would kiss me and I swear for..
Read enjoy....give suggestions if you will....or not...live....
5.03.2010
so i was supposed to be...
finishing up these last two chapters of my biology homework...I also have a couple of self quizzes that I need to take by wednesday...and since I'm at home today...why not do it now right? Only I received a text message of some information that required me to go to my home girl's website for her upcoming nuptials...so then I went to the website and I heard the song "Closer" by Goapele...
And then...my mind froze...indefinitely...and now I feel the need to read and write this here as opposed to completing the assignments that I obviously need to complete because I am totally in love with that song as well as the possibilities that the song implies. Its amazing that I am such a sucker for certain songs and even some movies, but with interactions I am completely emotionless and indifferent.
Oh well...that's enough for me...I'm done I'm gonna go and possibly complete another chapter or two of homework and stuff...eventually I will probably be back here or on Rae's tumblr writing...
and listening to #11 on repeat...New Amerykah pt 2....avoiding Goapele completely for the promise of eventual sanity...and peace...
And then...my mind froze...indefinitely...and now I feel the need to read and write this here as opposed to completing the assignments that I obviously need to complete because I am totally in love with that song as well as the possibilities that the song implies. Its amazing that I am such a sucker for certain songs and even some movies, but with interactions I am completely emotionless and indifferent.
Oh well...that's enough for me...I'm done I'm gonna go and possibly complete another chapter or two of homework and stuff...eventually I will probably be back here or on Rae's tumblr writing...
and listening to #11 on repeat...New Amerykah pt 2....avoiding Goapele completely for the promise of eventual sanity...and peace...
There are a lot of sensitive folks around me...like A LOT!
I have to admit that I'm kinda over them. Like you don't get to be the gangsta bitch or thug dude, and then get all sensitive when I actually answer and treat you like the super tough biatch that you claim to be. Don't be mad kid...when you have them unnecessary feelings on ya shoulders and forearms then I kinda have to look at you like O_O
So I'm putting folks on notice...I ain't mad...nor do I actually care...I'm just saying...grow your game up...or not...just don't be asking me questions or putting me in a position that will cause me to have to be perfectly honest if you don't wanna have that honesty...
Stop being a punk...it ain't cute...
I have to admit that I'm kinda over them. Like you don't get to be the gangsta bitch or thug dude, and then get all sensitive when I actually answer and treat you like the super tough biatch that you claim to be. Don't be mad kid...when you have them unnecessary feelings on ya shoulders and forearms then I kinda have to look at you like O_O
So I'm putting folks on notice...I ain't mad...nor do I actually care...I'm just saying...grow your game up...or not...just don't be asking me questions or putting me in a position that will cause me to have to be perfectly honest if you don't wanna have that honesty...
Stop being a punk...it ain't cute...
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