Saturday, December 13, 2008

another day..another drama

Another day another dilemia...why won't problems just leave me alone already! I come to two missed phone calls on my phone when I get off for my lunch break ....both jus filled wit drama. Something I didn't wanna to deal with especially after having to come in on an 8am shift. Ugh! On top of that, my so called coworkers are taking two hour breaks instead of working hard like I am and bout to pass out waiting on one of them to come back so I can take mine. So lets see my bf wants to call now after I tried to help him last nite bout his grade and he didn't wanna hear it and now all of a sudden he is ready to talk but its too late. People need to start being takin advatage of folks trying to help them, wheb you need help. Things don't go on your time schedule . Im also not a baby sitter nor a maid. Im tired of looking for deals for you when you can get up yourself and drive out to see it. Im also not dumb and know that the only reason why my cousin is trying to come to my condo is to hop on the internet not see me. Im so done with people taking advantage of me. And the sad part about it is....that I let them. I sit there and let them. I fall right into that trapped so from now on. Im learning the word no. Im learning how to stand up for myself and not being punked out. It was dumb of me to do my bf essay for english. That wasn't teaching. That was hurting him and now he is paying the consquences. It was dumb of me being sucker into staying at my sistas condo by my mother and now im paying for that...literally. Im done being everybody punch bag and foot stool. Im done. Its me time. No you time or he time or she time. But just me. When I get home im just gonna chill. Grab some soup that my gma made since I now caught a cold in the less than three hours that I been at work. Curl up with a heater and watch a good old bootleg movie on the internet lol maybe do my hair if im in the mood. The phone is going off and if its an emergency then leave a voicemail. Im liking this day so far already

Friday, December 12, 2008

raining on my parade is no fun

So after having a stress free day so far, my kind judgements got the best of me and I decided to spread the joy. Wrong move! Now I have negative energy around me : my bf is getting kicked out of college for making an F on his probation and my mother is being utterly unreasonable about this rent. Ugh I cannot wait to move out. But less think about the postivie here shall we. I learn how to control my urges of wants and needs and budget it out...well before I hit the beauty store that is. Im doing my transitioning from relaxed to nautural hair so I got sucker for some new rollers but they were only seventy nine cents. A good baragin I know. Ok so its 3:19 pm and I have to clock in at four. I think I got some time left. Im chilling in the car as we speak talking to you on da wing....which a very heavy scary balance is waiting for me but hey we are on the positive here not the negative! Im pretty excited bout this change im going through...I think im even getting closer to be an christian. Yeah me! Big change huh, im proud of myself. Sorry for the random ramblings. Im in the mood to get everything out before it gets all built up and cause stress. I learn to take punchs as they go. You'll get killed out there if you try to fight them all by yourself. Pick one opponent at a time and deal with that and then move forward. It'll give your body and mental behavior a rest. Ok so its 3:24pm and I better head in. Damn I should of grabbed something to eat for my break. Oh well...untill next time

adulthood....peter pan was no fool...

After a five hour shift i came home to bills....literally. Three separate bills were laid on my bed waiting for me like underweight puppies. adult life sucks. i was rereading my old blogs about this fantastic life of college and being free and all that dat bull, so i decided to update and tell you its a crock. the only adult thing i have done was get into debt with credit cards! lol how you like that. so obviously that james fabulous dude i was talking about didnt work out, gold figure. of course im still having problems with the main lover, tykee *made one yr anniversary official on dec 2* i glance to my left and see my sister dog knocked out in her cage. life gotta be easy being a dog. you dont have to worry bout putting gas in the car (which im gladly thankful for the reduce prices) going to work to get a check only to turn around and pay them it all of to credit debt adn car repairs. i have a $220 bill waiting for me in the morning for a guy name Bryd.....thats not even the beginning. im not going to lie, im pretty calm compare to what i was before when all these bills and pressure came at me at once, i mean i was more screwed up than britney spears with clippers. having a meltdown scene at your mom's job is not a very good look. but finally after taking one step at a time and figure out that some things might get paid and some may not and be senesible about it instead of just overloading yourself can have a clam soothing effect. the walmart bill will still be sitting there waiting for you till you get time to pay for it, and maybe he will have a twin if you dont get to him soon, but you get my drift. i have to go to work again tommorrow, whoopy! sike. sorry my blog today isnt as long and graphic as the others and is acting more of rambling but its 1:01am in the morning, cut me a break. the reason why i decided to put one is to please my stalkers lol, i do love them so plz come by and if you leave a comment than all the better, if not then its okay, ill still know you came from my stalker chart. love ya! im out~

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Black friday continues with or without me..

So i spent almost an hour and a half trying to get a new layout and the ending result is that im still stuck with the one i had before..ugh!
im pretty sad today..my bf told me last night that the greek organization i was trying to pledge for got suspended so now i have to wait till fall of 09 to pledge. that means no events from them, no stepping, no nothing...nada! im so hurt and affected. i look up to them. of course i cant tell you who im pledging for cuz thats against the rules and i dont want people see me talking about it. i know your thinking why they get suspensed and the answer is hazing, they got caught! i wonder what they had their people to do and if those people can still get on. i would be pissed if i was on line and i got caught with that hazing and paid all of my money.....lets just say it would of been on the news!
other than that my day or lets say weekend has been okay. i cant believe i have to work an eight hour shift today! damn you black friday weekend! i got so much stuff to catch up on for school, the library is going to be my new home for the next couple of days. no joke! i need to start going to math class, i have been absently for like the past two weeks and thats not a good sign. i had a final in there for the 2nd and when i check it today it was postpone till the 5th! god is good and i think he is telling me a message to get my black behind back in that class so i have to obey. i tried last time to go to class and thats when my car gave up on me but it shouldnt be any excuse now. **omg.. i just witness the dog getting ropping with a belt!, what is this world coming to?!**
anywho, its about to be 12 in the next two mintues so that means two more hourse well actually three more hours till the hell (JCpenny work!) i havent blogged in so long so its nice to get back into the swing of things. i think i stopped cuz i wasnt getting any comments but you just got to keep going and dont worry bout stuff like that cuz it would come in due time!

Monday, October 6, 2008

I'm BACK .....with an a mature wisdom

so now I am officially bored! I woke up around 4:35am because I had a dream about applying for malco theatre. Weird I know. Anyhow Im sitting in my old room trying to pass the time to go home. You think things must be really bad when your actually counting down the days to go to school. College is different for me I guess. I feel so just independent and free. It also include that I wasn’t to fond of my high school years, and the fact I was so shelter during them that when in fact I was release into the real world; I was more than anxious. No thank god I haven’t been knocked up…..yet. And I still have a good head on my shoulders about my classes. The only thing I kind of regret is getting more involved this yr. I tried and things didn’t work out. I wanted to start this newsletter around campus but this brod , whose claims to be the editor in chief, refuses to give up her seat, and crushed my dream. No biggie. Once she is gone, best believe I will be taking over and running it my way! that’s another reason why I decided to write again. To figure out of this whole fashion journalist is for me. Since obviously I not writing about the hottest trends of the seasons, or whose the best dressed, doesn’t mean that I cant still go with the flow and just …..write….. Its nice to just write freely without a straight given guideline you have to do. I prefer creative writing. To bad I just didn’t take that class to heart in high school. Poor ms. Goodwin, she did her best, but being an anxious senior having a drama of all her own; creating a children’s book and writing horror stories was the in least of my mind. Im definitely excited for my spring semester. Not only am im taking my fashion classes but also my first journalism class, so that should be the cats cup of milk! Yes I know I made a little something something…but go along with it. that’s the whole point of being a writer. Creating something and not having any second thoughts about it. In real world news… Im constantly thinking about my perfect man. Yes I know, every black sista want their future men to come from the heavens, sent right from the creator himself. However since I learn that every man have a mind of their own once they hit earth, I accepted this and packed my stuff up and moved on. However if you want to stand there still and do your little dances that call down rain and snow, by all means feel free! One particular person that’s been flowing through my mind is a young gentlemen name James aka “Shallen”. he is like this young child that seems to have more wisdom and attitude then you as a adult. You cant decide to be insulted or yet intrigued by it. Just add bout twenty years to the child and you have that exact men, his words are sharp and strong for he is very outspoken. His sense of humor keeps you from taking him to seriously or getting offended by his sharp tongue. Not somebody to just hop the broom with, but he has this mysterious side that makes you wonder what is he doing at that exact moment when you hit the sheets. Yes the typical person would say he is showing his “Virgo” charm but me being a practical Capricorn, I demand more than what the suns thinks. And while the others will show his faults and his flaws: standing with his parents and having nothing to do in the daytime. He mannerism towards his mother and his dedication to his night job shows me more than what meets the eye. Yes go ahead and call me a fool! But hey! Let me give you this much. I barely know him and he has already let me know where he stays at or parents in that case which is even worse, *I could be one of those crazy females, busting windows and stocking the house* and has already took me out and to have a good time. So what’s my main dilemma….well he isn’t my actual…..boyfriend. Yup you heard right. I do have a lover! O the shame! But once you finish casting the stones on me, do it to yourself. that’s right, because not one person can say they haven’t step out of the relationship to look to see what else there is. Especially if you been with the person for a looong time! It’ll be our one year anniversary in two months. Now do you get my drift? Yes its still isn’t right but I know that I wont burn in hell for it. We haven’t done anything sexual and I told him upfront about my lover. See, im smart and loyal! So why am im stepping out on an actual brother who hasn’t cheated and stayed for longer than three months. His mood swings are a bitch! Literally. He is an “cancer” so therefore he wears his emotions on his shelves. He is quick to walk off when he is mad, leaving you alone in a public place and to personally kiss his ass when he feels like he is right. Well damn it I have a little more pride than that. But that’s not just it. If I tell you every fault then it’ll go on forever. My point is that when you know it time to let something go but you cant because you invested so much time, morals, tears, and sweat into it, its hard to just walk away from it all. Its hard to go back to that single market and be lonely for the next six months and start all over again. Its not a great point, but it’s the only one my little mind can come up with for why I refuse to let him go. It also doesn’t hurt that I absolutely love the little bugger and will cut any female that lays a hand on him. Gosh love can be dangerous and confusing at times. In other news, im starving. that’s one thing that I have learn to cope with in college, if im hungry; I will eat or find something to eat. Now that im back at the house, it sucks. I have to wait till someone feels like preparing it and that could go on for hours at a time. that’s when they actually wake up which is around 11 am. Im college time. At 7 am my stomach is growling for its usual chicken and biscuit. It doesn’t help that im skinny and really need the food. that’s another thing I been checking out. How to gain weight, it seems that if your black you got to have the ass, and the thighs. it’s a plus if you got the long locks but if you have none of the above you like lil Wayne’s lyric “your like a b***h, with no ass..you aint got sh*t.”……damn..when an retarded uneducated monkey is telling you what you are worth, you know the world is going to the hell without brakes. But back on my topic. Im doing this whole program, not for that monkeys benefit but to make myself healthy. Im not sickly nor depressed. Im just tiny with a tiny frame. I know, I know, models will starve to have this body but I rather be among the normal population. I tend to fall in heels anyway. Im 18 at 5’3 and weight 88 pounds. Do you see a problem? Thought so. I always had the hope that once I reached adult hood that I would finally start lowering my metabolism but it was like instead, it “flip me the bird” and skyrocketed. So I did some research, before my sidekick died that is and I learn that one tip is to have six separate meals instead the traditional three big meals.

Planner
Breakfast- 7-8am: chicken biscuit with orange juice
Meal # 2- 11am- 12pm
Snack# 3- 2pm-3pm
Meal # 4- 4pm- 5pm
Snack # 5- 7pm- 8pm
Dinner- 9pm-10pm

I guess that should be straight. Ill try that for about two weeks and see if im making any progress. I also just start taking the birth control pill and I heard that should make me gain weight so hopefully out of those two, some difference should be made.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Falling but not yet landed

After so much praise and cheers for my relatiobship with my boyfriend Tykee, im afraid that I have some bad news for you. Since college start im starting to see less of him and the "real" him is starting to come out. I thought after dating for nine months that I knew every inch of him but now I stand corrected.

He passing by all these guys and they are giving him high fives and smiling and I can't help but think "do they know that we are dating? Or do they think he just trying to get a piece of freshmen ass" mine you, after all the time we have dated I have never met his friends. Yup that's right! Not a single one. Could that be a sign or am im just paranoid girlfriend?

I met his family which I guess you can give him 2 points for effort but come on......ok find I give him a bonus. If we were walkin gand if we pass by one of his friends then say hi and dats it and if he stop by one of them for more than five mintues than he introduce me as his girlfriend. *Shock* but he has only done this one time! One person!

Im not saying create a poster and carry around with you dat saids "im in love with brittny. Hoes back off. Niggas beware!" ill just want him to kno that dis year is different for you because your girlfriend is now attending the same school as you so some extra time needs to be invested.

He ate with me at lunch yesterday wit me and my girls and that saids a lot but It was like he wasn't there. To think about it, I almost forgot he was there till I look to my right to see him either texting on his phone or listening to his mp3.

I don't want him to feel uncomfortable so I offer next time we can sit with his friends and its a flat no! I mean WHAT THE HELL! He can go and talk to his friends about what position he had me in last night but they can't see my face or meet me. Yes u can say im a little bit PEEVED! CONFUSED, SAD, along with others. I really lost for words

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Discovering who i am

I read this book called "The BAP handbook: the official guide to the black american princess" and I fell in love it. It talks about four different BAP's. (Yes their are different types!)

1. Bettys- they are born into rich families and are pamper all their life. The go to the "right" schools and wear the "right" clothes.
2. Bohos- they are born into the rich society as their sister betty but instea of living materialistc lives. They go against to their mothers dismay. They love the arts and the enivroniment. They are the bohemian type. Hence the name Boho. They do like their place in life don't get mr wrong but they rather focus on saving dolphins than wearing tiffanys.
3. Butterflies (ME!) they aren't born into the rich family or have diamonds everywhere. But their humble background makes them a bap. They are shy and timid at the world around them and later open up their eyes and see what it had to offer. Thanks to their sistas betty and boho. They get to experience what one could only dream off.
4. Bogus- they are the ones that smile in your face with designer clothing and handbags while their lights have been cut and the car is repo. They are basically the wannabe of betty. They put you down and always talking about their money and worth. (A rule against being a bap)

Any who, I absoutely love that book. Now its not something to take LITERALLY! For my fellow sigmas and zetas will have my head (they didn't get any good feedback in the book) but it was a great entertainment read. Defintely check it out when you have a chance!



Butterfly

Butterfly: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the most grounded BAP of all?

Mirror: Why you are dear with your realistic life, you've persevered and excelled in spite of strife!

But.ter.fly: B: a. A BAP who evolved from a dormant state at any point during her life. b. A BAP who is often presumed to be a Betty. c.

A BAP who may protest the categorization.If Cinderella were Black, she'd be a Butterfly. The Butterfly knows what life is like after the clock strikes midnight—no ride, no man, no fly glass slippers. While she isn't born dripping with diamonds, she is born with a huge dose of steely perseverance. Through sheer will, accented with a little good fortune, she turns into a lovely BAP. Her two delightful sisters Betty and Boho are there to guide her each step of the way.

While college usually provides the catalyst for the Butterfly's metamorphosis, the crux of her story begins at birth.See, Butterfly is born to be a Betty, but she didn't grow up with the same fairy-tale beginning. Don't be mistaken. Just because she's a late bloomer doesn't mean she is a second-class BAP. Au contraire! In fact, Butterfly has an advantage over starry-eyed Bettys and Bohos; her humble beginnings nourish a grounded, mature BAP.

Raised in a home with chitterlings, spice, and everything nice, Butterfly is often confronted with life's realities. She knows the value of a dollar and works for her allowance, unlike Betty and Boho, who, with the help of the housekeeper, merely go through the motions to collect their weekly stipends.Butterfly's parents also want the best for their little girl, it's just that providing it sometimes proves to be difficult.

Nevertheless, Butterfly is reared with the belief that a college education is the "equalizing elixir," the stepping-stone from obscurity to influence and power. Going to college grants her the opportunity to become whatever she wants: a doctor, lawyer, professor, accountant, the list is endless. Her achievements are limited only by her dreams. She goes to college and acquires the BAP knowledge.Butterfly's metamorphosis usually begins in college (but it can start as early as junior high school or for the fortunate Butterfly in elementary school).

Butterfly attends the "right" schools, hangs out with the "right" crowd, joins the "right" sororities, and dates the "right" men. The Butterfly's exposure to many of these experiences is by happenstance. Perhaps it is the friendship she strikes up with her college roommate, the interest she has in art history, or the young man who takes her to the theater.

She watches how those around her dress, wear their hair, and carry themselves. An inquisitive soul, Butterfly is not afraid to ask for advice when she truly needs it. Her questions may range from "What should I wear to the Black and Gold Ball?" to "What's the difference between brie and camembert?" Her motto in life is "There's no such thing as a dumb question," and she's right.

Her experiences and friendships increase Butterfly's base of knowledge about herself and the world.While Butterfly's training on the ins and outs of BAPdom is top-notch, she regresses from time to time. To keep her in the proper BAP mind-set, Betty and Boho jokingly chastise her occasional misstep, but in the end, however, she passes her finishing lessons with flying colors.

Nevertheless, Butterfly will protest until collards are no longer green that she is not a BAP, but she is. Her outcry signifies that Butterfly never forgets where she came from, acts pretentious, or tries to pretend that she, or her family, is something she is not. Butterfly makes no apologies for her modest background and resents those who do. This honesty and integrity distinguish Butterfly from Bogus.

Beyond the age of twenty-one, it can be difficult to distinguish Butterflies from Bettys. Four years of college acclimates and comfortably ensconces Butterflies in the BAP lifestyle; they've got more BAPitude than some Bettys and Bohos (but hey, they learned from the best). Just as the fairy godmother's magic wand transforms Cinderella, college graduation allows Butterfly to emerge from her cocoon, spread her wings, and take flight.