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(no subject) [Sep. 6th, 2008|08:59 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |determineddetermined]
[You Should Listen To |Minus the Bear - Throwin' Shapes]

So, we're about 3 weeks into a new semester. I'm glad to be back, but I miss my family (which always makes coming home so much sweeter). Anyway, two of our dorms have gone co-ed and some silly situations have been coming up as a result, such as this one that I absolutely have to post:

This past Thursday, which is Thirsty Thursday (meaning that you spend that evening drinking if you choose to), we spent some time with the basketball team. We've been getting to know them lately and, while they're boatloads of fun, someone always ends up making a height joke about someone. It's usually me teasing them or them teasing me, since I'm exceptionally short and they're freakishly tall.

So, they were spending that night getting drunk and we decided to stick around and watch. The night was passing us by and we ended up in our friend James' room. I was sitting with my shoes off and this cute guy Wayne came in and sat next to me and my friend Michelle. Then he starts asking which of us is the biggest freak and telling us that he's drunk/sober to the point where he can have sex without passing out during. He then notices my feet and remarks about how small they are. Jokingly, I asked what small feet on a woman meant and he replied that he didn't want to make me uncomfortable.  After some insistence, he finally whispered in my ear:
( Dis what he said... )
And at a party last night, we were forced to leave two hours early because someone got stabbed and broke a window and had to be rushed out by an ambulance.  Blood was literally everywhere and I was mad because this happened to be the night that I paid $5 for myself and a friend that didn't have any money.  Needless to say, I probably won't be seeing those ten dollars anytime soon and, if these past 3 weeks are any indication, this year should be crazy.

Also, I'm about to apply for a 10-week Japanese summer program at the Univeristy of Pittsburgh in a month or so.  IT SHOULD BE FUN IF I END UP BEING ABLE TO AFFORD IT.
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The Second Semester [Jul. 13th, 2008|09:43 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |accomplishedaccomplished]
[You Should Listen To |Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption]

This is pretty late, but I figured that I should share my top 5 favorite memories of the second semester like I did for the first. When the first ended, we all agreed that there was no way we could possibly top what we had experienced once the second started, but we were horribly, horribly wrong. So without further ado, HERE THEY ARE:

1. A few weeks into the second semester our "friend" Cornelius turned 19 and we were invited to drink with him and our other male buddies. The room that the party was held in was dirty (e.g. there was a used q-tip on one of the beds...where we were supposed to sit), but the weird thing is that the person who invited us knew hours before that we were coming. In addition to the dirty room, someone decided to plug their laptop into the suckiest speakers ever and make us listen to the same 20-song playlist...FOR HOURS, while everyone who lacked rhythm decided it would be okay for them to dance. I should mention that this all happened before the liquor was even cracked open.

I wasn't the only one not drinking, so I was able to have someone to laugh with while we watched everyone continue to dance very badly. And this is where things picked up. Last semester, we learned that Naomii is unable to gauge how much is enough and has had to be escorted back to her room on more than one occasion. This night in particular was one of those nights, but before she had to leave she left us with some treats! At a certain part of the night I was particularly bored and I noticed that Naomii had been getting a little friendly with our lesbian friend, Jai, who was also drunk. Before I realized it, I was suggesting to the two of them that they should kiss. I didn't think it would work...but it did...TWICE (the second time was because everyone wanted to film it). Shortly after that, Naomii began vomiting and we also recorded that before she had to leave. Then, the night began to drag on again and I tried to get a game of "Show us your penis" going, but I guess none of the guys were drunk enough for that. However, we DID see this one girl's breasts earlier that evening. I'm ashamed to admit that I was also the one who suggested that. I don't enjoy watching girls; I just like seeing how persuasive I am. I should mention that a month or two after that night, some guy that had been at the party posted the video of Naomii and Jai kissing on Facebook. Naomii was upset; Jai was amused...but her girlfriend wasn't! A few days later, after Naomii's pestering, the guy took it down.

2. A "disgruntled student" apparently threatened to bring a gun to our campus and open fire on anyone he saw. Our campus was put on lockdown, which sucked s hard. It was lunchtime, none of us had eaten, and they would not let us walk the five inches to the cafeteria. Desperate times called for desperate measures and I was forced to break open my last sleeve of saltines and other greedy people just HAD to ask me for some. The other downside to this story is that Cornell West, a black man with a ridiculous vocabulary and a published opinion, was scheduled to speak at our school that evening and everyone was worried that he wouldn't come. The gun situation was resolved by dinnertime and his speech went as planned. I was excited to be there at first, but I found him quite boring after a while and I started falling asleep.

3. The time we almost got arrested/mauled by a K-9 unit. I'll try to sum up the story as best as I can: After a day at the mall, we were riding the bus back, but one of our transfers required a two-hour wait outside in a rough neighborhood on the coldest day of the season where none of the stores were open and the bus terminal was closed. Somehow, an area of the terminal was open and allowed us to go inside. Our wait in the terminal included: Peeing in the dark and a game of truth or dare (the dares were: rolling down hard steps, almost having sex with a lesbian lover, mooning, gorilla-walking, and alerting outsiders of our presence). At some point we all ran into the terminal restroom and noticed that someone was pointing through the window at us. I think it was Nicole or Jai that said, "Look, they're laughing at us! LOL", but right after they said that, a police SUV was pulling up and we realized that the person was actually pointing to let the cop know where we were. The "K-9 Unit" decal was very evident and very scary, so we decided to meet him at the door before he got a chance to make the dog come after us. He made us sit on a bench while he collected our information and let us know that it was a good idea to meet him at the door because he was going to let that dog loose. According to everyone else, I looked the most scared, but I could care less. I was so afraid of being arrested and getting a mark on my oh-so clean record and then having to explain to my parents why I was mauled and beaten in Chester (the name of the area we were in). The cop let us off with a warning, BUT DID NOT GIVE US A RIDE BACK TO OUR SCHOOL AFTER WE EXPLAINED OUR SITUATION, so we were still left to stand outside in a rough neighborhood on the coldest day of the season.

4. Over Christmas break, Jai stole a few "erotic" DVDs from her mom and decided to share them with us. I'm no adult video expert, but I know a little something about video quality, setting, casting, and budget (which none of them seemed to have). Also, continuity is very important to me; one of the DVDs she brought back was called "Gangbang Outdoors" and only one of the scenes IN THE ENTIRE FILM took place outdoors. Anyway, the most any of us could do was laugh at them...until Nicole confessed to us that she likes vagina. One of the scenes of "Interracial Encounters" featured a very fat woman who was going it alone. Nicole thought it was gross, so she decided to watch television on the other tv in the room. We expressed our disgust as the woman spread herself and showed us her birth canal and fallopian tubes and things of that nature. As we continued to watch, we heard a voice behind us say, "Man, I could just eat that right now." Shocked, we turned to look at Nicole and discovered that she was remarking about food that was on the tv she was watching. Still, it was unbelievably hilarious and we couldn't help but laugh. She turned to see what we were laughing at and was dismayed to find that she had unintentionally confessed her sexuality to us.

5. Michelle became a boy-magnet after she broke up with her deadbeat boyfriend, but it began to make her feel like a bit of a whore even though she didn't have sex with anyone. Sadly, most of her suitors were also deadbeats and dropped heavy contact after a week or so.

In the middle of posting this, I forgot what other story I wanted to put in, so the last one is only a filler. Anyway, this was our semester and, as always, we're all eager to see what's coming. However, while everyone else seems ready to go back to school immediately, I can wait.
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The term "wingspan" is only meant for things with wings. [Apr. 3rd, 2008|09:04 pm]
[Current Location |IN YO BUTT]
[How I'm Feelin' |frustratedfrustrated]
[You Should Listen To |Pretty much any rendition of "Always and Forever"]

The semester's almost over. A little over a month left and I'll be in the car with my parents and my belongings for 5 and a half hours on my way home. Once I get home I'll (hopefully) have a little job PERHAPS PETSMART to make a little spending money for when I come back to school. But I might not be coming back to school immediately. See, today I interviewed for a paid internship at Walt Disney World that lasts from August to January...which is pretty much the fall semester of school. If I get accepted I'm not sure if I'll go, but it sounds so terribly tempting. I need a change of scenery...badly.

Speaking of a change, I never realized until I came here how much I had enjoyed my "humdrum" life before. Honestly, I really loved doing nothing all day and having little to no outside human contact for days at a time. Some time ago, a close friend of mine here asked me why it had taken so long for me to reach my social peak. I didn't know then, but now I think it might be because I'm not always terribly social. Of course, I do like the occasional outing with friends, but sometimes I just need to be alone. I can get moody very easily, especially when I don't get very much "me time", which I haven't had a decent amount of since winter break. I feel bad because sometimes I get irritated with people for doing nothing in particular but being around me for a lengthy amount of time.

I don't know. I've just been so irritated with everything lately. If it's not one thing, it's the other and, quite frankly, I'm beyond sick of it (especially the mixed messages of boys who claim to like me). Nothing that has happened here is worth dropping out of school over, but there are times when I wish I would've just stayed at home with my family.

OH, SORRY. I'm coming from an emotional place right now. The weather's finally changed up here and this week has been so crazy for everyone. We just watched some guy get jumped by about 8 million people in front of our building for hurting some girl. Meanwhile, there hadn't been any type of fights recently. It seems like everyone has started having serious relationship trouble this week and, when a little relationship between me and some guy who had been trying to talk to me for about a month seemed to start blooming, he comes out of nowhere and suddenly "wants to be friends right now because he's still going through things with his last ex." Well, why did you come to me then?

I feel so weird. I hope this whole "being an author" thing works out. That way, I can just stay in my house with my couple of cats, doing as I please until I'm ready to emerge and have casual sex with some guy I just met. By the way, this is my plan if I haven't gotten married by 30.

Speaking of cats, I never mentioned that last August we brought a cat home with us from Philadelphia when I went to my school for orientation. His name is Kevin. This is what he looks like as of March of this year: http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c226/KurenaiKami/Kevin.jpg

Also, my baby, Tuesday, was put to sleep in December of last year. After spending twelve years with her, life without hasn't been the same when I go home. Watching her slow death was one of the most painful things I've had to witness in my short life. Here's a picture of her from July of '07: http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c226/KurenaiKami/MyBaby.jpg

By the way, my gay ass, nut ass, giggles to herself while working on Calculus ass, claims to not like chocolate but eats it all the time ass, nike boot wearing ass, has a weird hair phobia ass, recently got her tongue pierced ass, didn't know how to pronounce the word "suffice" ass roommate wanted to be mentioned in this entry. HI, NICOLE! There you go.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2008|08:58 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |anxiousanxious]
[You Should Listen To |All of my Ne-Yo nutbusters]

I remember when my family left me at Cheyney University for good. The night they left I could not stop crying and that slut Renà was all, "Are you still crying?" For the rest of the week, I couldn't even read text messages from my parents without weeping. Even though my uncle and his family only lived about half an hour away from me, they still couldn't completely fill the hole in my heart. I missed my family something terrible and my experience with my first roommate made the experience worse. But eventually, I stopped crying and got on with my new life. I moved out and started meeting people.

I made instant connections with some people but not all of those that I was drawn to were meant to be my friends. Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. When I first moved in with Naomii, I initially passed up the opportunity to be close with her because I was more interested in hanging with another group of people that I thought could hook me up with this one guy that I was convinced could be a wonderful person to have around. He ended up being unlike I thought he was, and I began to hate the girl that introduced me to him, so I dropped out of their group. It was at this point that I began to hang with Naomii and her group of loser friends. Almost immediately, I was angry at myself because I realized that I had been passing up fun times with these whores for whores that made me mad the majority of the time that I was with them. Since that time, we've been hangin' tough and having some of the most fun ever. Sad to say, I almost miss sitting in 405 with those hoes, watching Naomii try to dance. I almost miss waiting in Public Safety for the Chinese delivery guy and the pizza delivery guy. I definitely miss talking about men and other life issues with Nicole and discussing which guys we would give it to, knowing that we actually wouldn't if the opportunity presented itself. I also miss the neverending putting down of each other and complete strangers. It probably sounds mean to other people, but it's hilarious when you're there.

The first semester is over and we've had some amazing times, but here are my top 5:

1. SEEING THE LARGEST PENIS ON EARTH
2. Those guys that tried to scare us on Halloween, but they almost killed the one that was trying to jump out of a moving car. Then when the guy came to egg us, his eggs were frozen and they wouldn't break. I still laugh about it to myself.
3. SEEING THE SMALLEST PENIS ON EARTH
4. All those games of Truth of Double Truth
5. My trip with Jai into Philly which included: The crackhead lady that Jai was creaming for at first because she was apparently cute from behind but was dismayed to find that she was absolutely hideous when she turned around, Jai walking all over the city and not getting her phone in the end, the foot product that was named "Crack Butter", another crackhead lady in McDonald's that told us where to sit and where to throw away our trash, Shonda's ugly man-looking friend with enormous hands, and Jai telling people that I was her best friend <3. All of this was way funnier if you were there. BELIEVE ME, I KNOW.

Honorable Mention(s):

1. Everyone sharing sexual experiences. I learned a lot about certain things and certain people during those times. Also, most everyone's stories were funny.

2. All of those crazy nights in Emlen.

So, the Spring semester is about to begin in six days. I ended Fall pretty strong (LOL 3.6 GPA), and I'm hoping to do the same this semester. Despite the fun I've had, I can't say that I'm exactly ready to go back. There are some people that I don't want to see and some situations that I don't want to face that I know are going to come up. I'm also not looking forward to the nights when everyone else is asleep, but I'm still up doing work and trying to plan my sleep schedule accordingly. Things are about to change and I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little afraid of what may come, but we have to face it. It's a new year: New people will be coming in, and some people won't be coming back (most of the people will be from the Tubman/Yarnall side). I guess that's enough musing for now. I always vow to be more faithful with LJ updates; hopefully, things will work out this time, especially when more fun and weird times are heading my way.

To the hoes that were involved in the times that I mentioned: I miss you guys and I'm sorry for not being better at not keeping in touch. I'll be seeing you guys soon though!
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All of the teachers up here hate Wikipedia ;_; [Sep. 19th, 2007|02:33 pm]
[Current Location |Naked, in your bed]
[How I'm Feelin' |boredbored]
[You Should Listen To |Rhymester- 4'13"]

Just a quick college update:

1. A few days after I posted that book-length entry about crazy Renà, I ended up moving out ^_^ When I told her I was leaving, she had the nerve to say, "Oh, it's cool. I know I'm not the easiest person to live with." I found out a few days later that she told her family that I was "crazy" and that I "crocheted all the time". She only saw me crochet once; the other times, I was untangling yarn. And it's funny that she would bring up my crocheting since she had asked me TWICE to teach her how. Yeah, I'm effing craaaaazy. Anyway, I moved out and haven't spoken to her since. Now I'm living with this girl named Naomii. Other than the confusion when we're with each other and other people, living with her has been nice. Basically, she's the complete opposite of Renà, so I think things should be cool.

2. I joined the Honda Campus All-Star Challenge, which is one of those things where you join a team that represents your school in a quizzing challenge against other schools. The first meeting is tonight at 7, so after that I guess I'll know for sure if I'm going to stick with it.

3. I've been forced into starting a club for writers. I haven't come up with a name yet, but the purpose of the club is to, ultimately, become a better writer through a bunch of different methods. It sounds lame now, but it's gonna be BA. Watch.

4. I got a 96 on my first English test. Suck it, whores.

5. OH YEAH, I TURNED 18. BOUT TO BUY ME SOME CIGS AND VOTE.
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(no subject) [Sep. 8th, 2007|04:52 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |hotHot as eff]
[You Should Listen To |Hirakawachi Icchome - Hagareta Yoru]

I just got my laptop on Thursday, but I've been in college for about 3 weeks. That's butt. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF LAPTOP I HAVE OR PERHAPS THE "SPECS"?

Anyway, these past few weeks have been somewhat of a roller coaster, emotionally speaking. Sometimes I'm mild to moderately happy to be getting the college experience, but there are also times when my eyes well up with tears because I just want to be at hooooooome. Sometimes, I think about what would happen if I just left or if I had never gone to college at all, but it would be stupid to pass up this opportunity and I would hate to have to tell people, especially my child or children, that I blew off a free education because I missed my family, pets included. I guess the fact that my aunt and uncle live about half an hour away kind of softens the blow, but it's still not the same. By the way, I'm slitting my wrists as I type this.

Aside from being homesick, everything's cool. Everyone that I've met seems nice and I'm not terribly worried about my classes (yet), but I have a bone to pick with the people in the scheduling department. First of all, why don't first semester freshmen get to pick their classes? Second, who thought it would be a good idea to give me an astronomy class? That class is unbelievably boring and the teacher never gets to her point; she just makes us watch videos on the solar system, then spends the rest of the class trying to draw an elliptical orbit, but she keeps messing it up and erasing it. And she always rambles well after class is supposed to be over. My music history teacher is a step below the astronomy gal. He's at least 80 and he can't hear what we say because he's waiting for his hearing aid to be delivered, so most of the class is him doing old person lectures then asking us what we said. He likes to talk to us about how we need to get used to doing things alone in life because we came out of our mother's womb alone, but in the next sentence, he instructs us to work in groups for projects. He also tells us that a laptop should be a required item for college like it is in the "$40,000 schools", and that we can't use the excuse that we can't afford one because we live in America and America is about money and anyone can afford anything if they try hard enough. He also mistook a lesbian in our class for a man and called her "he" and "him" several times.

The only real complaint I have about this whole experience is my roommate, Renà. If anyone remembers that entry about me sneaking out of high school for breakfast with some other girls, she was there and I mentioned her a few times. Towards the end of the year, she found out that her best friend wasn't coming to Cheyney with us, so she asked me if I wanted to room with her because she'd rather live with someone that she already knew. I was naïve then, so I said yes. Over the summer, she would call occasionally and we would talk about things we needed for the room. Well, it was mostly her talking about it because I could really care less about what we had. I just wanted the essentials. Anyway, the more she called, the more I started to get a weird feeling about her being my roommate. When I say "weird feeling", I mean that I started to feel like this whole "living with her" thing wasn't gonna work out. AND WHAT'DYA KNOW? I WAS RIGHT. I won't say that I hate the bitch, but I certainly dislike her personality. According to my grandmother, she has a type A personality, which is very aggressive and likes to be dominant. She's also the baby of the family, so she's a bitch brat. I have nothing against the youngest person of a family normally, but her family spoils the crap out of her.

Before we moved in, we had discussed who would be bringing what and we had sort of agreed that she would be bringing all of her appliances because they were newer and bigger, but I ended up bringing all of my appliances in the hopes that there was some type of screw up in the paperwork and I'd get a different roommate. No such luck. So, move in day arrives. That day also happened to be registration day, so I got there early (10 A.M.) to get my stuff together. Registration ends at 3 and I'm set. Renà doesn't even get to the college until around 3:30, so she's down bad already. Also, I should mention that I packed all of my things in the trunk of the car; she brought all of her things in a flatbed truck and another car.

When she starts unloading her stuff, I notice that she pretty much bought all of her stuff from Sam's Club, which is a store where they sell everything in outrageous bulk. She brought an enormous bin filled with cleaning supplies, packs upon packs of ramen noodles (and no flavors that I like ;_;), 8 million bottles of water and capri suns, giant packs of soap and deodorant, and the rest was huge boxes of granola bars, gum, tissues, pop-tarts, cheese crackers, cereal, and probably any other food item you can imagine. She also brought her entire collection of shoes which, if I had to guess, is around 30 pairs, her entire wardrobe, all of her jewelry and beauty supplies, and about a million pictures of herself, which includes two huge artist's renditions. The pictures are supposed to be of the people she loves, but if you look at them, she's clearly the star in every one of them. She also brought her computer chair from home even though chairs come with the room and she knew that before we moved in. Oh, and she also brought a carpet.

Yeah, so she packed for the whole four years and also set the room up in a way that sucks. She wanted it to be bedroom on one side and office on the other, so our closets are in the middle of the room along with her fridge/freezer and her bureau to serve as the dividers. It was a good idea in theory, which is why I agreed to it, but the middle of the room is too congested and it makes it way hotter than it is (mid-80 degrees). Also, the "office side" is on the side with the worst lighting and no ethernet hookup, so I have to work from my bed as of now. I told her last week that when we got our laptops that I would want to re-arrange my side and it obviously didn't sit well with her, but she tried to play it off. Meanwhile, I've been putting up with her obsessive personality and whorish tendencies for 3 weeks and I haven't said anything, which is why everyone is convinced that we should be roommates.

"She's your catalyst for change, Na. You're gonna have to learn how to speak up for yourself."

By the way, when I say obsessive, I mean that she obsesses over absolutely everything, especially this crap carpet that she got. DEAR GOD, DO NOT LET THERE BE A SPOT ON THAT CARPET. She has to spray the spot, then vacuum it out. When she's not around, I swipe my crumbs right onto it. She also has to spray Oust in the room about once a day and when she uses the community bathroom, I'm told that she does or has wiped the toilet with Clorox wipes before sitting, even though there are toilet seat covers already in there. She also obsesses over her appearance. It takes her forever to get ready because she has to try on 8 outfits to see what looks best with what. I made the mistake of telling her that her outfit didn't really go together once. We spent the next 15 to 20 minutes looking at her in clothing. Also, when we first moved in, she had a busted lip which she claims she did to herself in her sleep, but when you listen to the story, there's really no place where a busted lip fits in. I think her boyfriend did it. So, her lip was busted and it was all swollen and people kept asking her what happened and she was getting kind of upset about it and she kept rubbing some type of ointment on it to speed the healing process. Everyday that passed, that thing looked worse and worse, but she kept saying, "My lip looks so much better!" while it bled every morning when she brushed her teeth and there was a nasty piece of skin that was growing over it. And she got really depressed when some guy that likes her freaked out about the amount of hair on her legs. She shaved as soon as we got back to the dorm and she freaked out on the guy when he called her later that night, but her legs weren't that hairy and she always claims to not care about what people think. The people in my family that have met her think she has some serious self-esteem issues. I can't say I disagree.

And when I say whorish tendencies, I mean she's a big whore. First of all, her boyfriend goes here and has been doing so for the past year. Let me first say that he treats her like crap. He's nice to me though, so he's alright. Anyway, Renà is a pretty girl and a lot of guys approach her and try to talk to her. She flirts with them so hard, but then always ends up with a "I have a boyfriend and he goes here. PEACE." Then, after the guys leave, she always says, "I can't keep talking/hanging out with these guys; I have a boyfriend." But what does she do right after she says it? Talks/hangs with the same guys and flirts just as hard but continues to rub the boyfriend thing in their faces. And if a guy is too interested in her, she calls them creepy and claims that they are stalkers because, apparently, she was stalked before and she knows all about it. Sometimes, her gentlemen callers come to me and ask about her situation and I'm always tempted to say, "She's fucking crazy. Leave that ass alone."

A few more things about her that get on my nerves:

1. She's too bossy. Back in Penn Hills, I noticed that she had a tendency to talk to people as though she were their mother, but it was funny then. Now she's doing it to me...a lot. She got on me about eating pop-tarts all the time when there was an abundance of food in the room. I don't like anything else that she bought, so wtf am I supposed to do? Then, she tried to take them off of me. I almost lost it. And she went to Pittsburgh for a few days and before she left, she told me what of hers I could and could not eat. I'll pass on your crappy fruit from home, thanks.

2. She sings all the time because she's pretty much convinced that she has an amazing voice. Honestly, I don't care for it. She doesn't sound horrible, but something about it just turns me off. I can't describe it. And she either only keeps singing the same part of a song or she sings the whole thing and gets all loud with it while I'm in the room.

3. She always talks like she knows everything and she brags to other people about how she has the Keystone scholarship because she's so smart. Meanwhile, she has this bag of earrings in the room with the label "Earings". An easy mistake, I know, but if she was so smart, wouldn't she have caught it?! Also, she doesn't get some of my jokes and she tries to correct me. One time, I was remarking about the intercom system in our building and how we can never hear it. I said something like, "Man, if they ever say something like, 'Hey, there's a fire in the building. Get out now,' we won't be able to hear it." And she responded with, "Actually, if there was a fire, the alarm and the sprinklers would go off. They don't announce fires over the intercom." Wow, sorry, I didn't know.

4. She's a snake...as in, she always does me dirty. First of all, someone tell me why I got all of the defective stuff in the room. I got the bureau with the missing towel rack, I got the desk with the broken lamp cover, I got the closet with the big ugly sticker on it that no one has been able to take off, and she's trying to stick me with the crappy window fan while she hogs the box fan to herself. The only good thing that I got in the room was the window, which we put the box fan in and now she's upset because I always turn it down because I get cold and she's stuck on the hot side of the room. And she tries to do things in front of other people that end up making me look stupid. A few days ago, she had one of the guys that she can't hang with in the room and she volunteered to read her journal to us. What's the point in keeping a journal if you're just going to read it out loud? Keep a blog, ho. Anyway, she told me that she wrote about me and I asked if it was anything bad. She said it wasn't too bad, so I stupidly agreed to it. YES, I KNOW I WAS ASKING FOR IT, but I was expecting something like, "I hate how Naomi calls me gay all the time." That wasn't the case. She starts going on this tangent about how I use her stuff, but I never put in any money to pay for more stuff, how I always sit and watch her clean, and how we're nothing alike and I'm boring. First of all, I only eat pop-tarts, and it's not like we're running out of them. Let's keep in mind that I DO go to the cafeteria sometimes and that she bought 4 boxes of them. Plus, I don't have any money. Well, I do, but it's for emergencies and I don't count pop-tarts as one. Second, I didn't bring anything with which to make a mess. All I brought was my clothing, my crochet stuff, and school supplies. I keep the supplies on my desk, I put my clothing away, and I haven't touched my crochet stuff that much, so I'm not making a mess. And I hope she's not expecting me to clean up after her.

5. She invades my privacy. Everytime I talk to someone on the phone, she asks who it is and she listens while I talk and interjects when she sees fit. God forbid that I tell my family about my day without her input! And I have reason to believe that she read my journal. One day in particular I was sick of her and I was missing my family more than usual, so I poured my emotions onto the pages of this really nice journal that someone gave me before I left. It was a fun time. Then, I left for class. When I came back, she was writing in her journal, but she stopped so we could have a heart-to-heart. Why did she mention some of the things I had talked about in my journal and say some of the exact same things that I had written? I realize that it could have been a serious coincidence, but come on. And that day was also the same day that she read the less than flattering things about me. By the way, I had written some less than flattering things about her that day before she had written in hers. COME ON.

6. She brings strangers into our room and sometimes keeps them there until 4 in the morning when we both have class the next day. I feel like such a puss because I don't say anything, but I've decided that enough is enough and as soon as she gets back from Pittsburgh, I'm gonna be on her ass, sometimes for no reason at all. Also, she's been bragging about how she's been getting to go back to Pittsburgh to see her family when I haven't seen mine since two days after we moved in. I'm happy that she went because I've had the room to myself, but of course I'm jealous. She's not the only person here who misses her family.

If you ignore Renà, college has been alright so far. The parties are fun, but I don't really dance much. I guess it's because I don't enjoy being dry humped and treated like a whore in front of a group of people. Generally, I like to save that stuff for the bedroom. The same goes for golden showers. However, there have been a few times when I could have easily been raped, such as last night when two drunk guys walked me home at 4 in the morning. It's weird because I know that rape is a horrible thing, but I keep joking about it like it could never happen to me, especially on a college campus.

Yeah, well, I'm done ranting for now. Hopefully, the next time I update, it'll be a story about how I finally spoke up to Renà and she ended up crying 'cause I owned her so hard. I'm ups. One.
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Hiiiiiiighway to Heeeeeeeeeeeell [Jun. 18th, 2007|11:16 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |indescribableWtf is this?]
[You Should Listen To |Stevie Wonder - My Cherie Amour]

For the past few days I've been babysitting two of my cousins during the day (starting at around 7:30 A.M., ending around 4-6:30 P.M.). One of my many odd little quirks is that I have a hard time going to sleep when I know that I have something more or less important to do the next day. Of course, last night was one of those nights.

I decided to stay in the living room and crochet like the cool kids do until I somehow wore myself out. In the end, I didn't end up going to sleep until around 3:30, but that's not the point of the story. About an hour or so into my sleepless night, my mom comes and joins me because, apparently, she'd been kicked out of her own domain. One of her things is that when she comes to "spend time with you", you have to watch whatever she wants. Tonight it was "Creature Comforts"; last night was a Food Network Challenge.

For anyone who's never seen one, these Challenges mostly revolve around 4 or so chefs that specialize in a certain area of food and try to create the best looking piece of whatever the food genre is, with (usually) all edible items while following the theme. It's interesting, really. Anyway, last night's theme was Candy Castles. Normally, the chefs end up with amazing looking pieces, but last night was crap. My mom and I were both disappointed with all of them. I thought that the only decent one was one that had these really intricate "spooky-looking" trees that were made out of melted/colored sugar. And that was the one that got 2nd place >O

The 1st place price went to a Mrs. "Susan O’Boyle-Jacobson." I didn't care for her display, honestly. She tried to make it like a fairytale castle, and it ended up looking like Ronald McDonald and the rest of the McDonald's crew vomited all over her fondant (LOOK IT UP). It was horrific. Anyway, Susan was the oldest contestant there, so of course I had to make a joke. As she was speaking about her winnings, I casually told my mom that she only won because she was dying...of old age, of course. We laughed and the show ended with another glimpse at her ugly castle. Then, my harmless joke blew up in my face.

Right after the last view of the castle and credits, the screen faded to black and the words that appeared next totally ruined my night:

In Loving Memory of Susan O'Boyle-Jacobson

1950-2006
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Kingdom Hall? More leik Kingdom Ball...s [Jun. 12th, 2007|01:11 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |creativecreative]
[You Should Listen To |Besamé Mucho - The Sanjaya Malakar Version]

I'VE BEEN RICK ROLL'D.

Anyway, I just had one of the best weekends ever. WHY WAS IT SO GREAT? I was in Philadelphia. I don't know what it is about that city, but I just feel so complete when I'm there. I'm so excited that I'll be living so close to the overwhelming clash of cultures and beautiful cityscapes as well as the graffiti-covered buildings and aggressive crackheads in a few months. But at the same time, I'm wondering if I'd feel the same way about Philly if I were to visit another large city, such as New York or something. I don't get the opportunity to travel much and that's the first big city that I've ever experienced. I'm sure that they have the same things in other places, so what makes Philadelphia so special?

Well, whatever. The reason we went there this weekend was to attend the Odunde festival. Apparently, Odunde means "Happy New Year", but we weren't able to find that out until just now when I went to the website. We asked at least 5 employees while we were there, but no one could tell us. Although, one woman filled us in on why the festival is held.

"The festival, whose concept originates from the Yorba people of Nigeria, West Africa, celebrates the coming of another year for African Americans and Africanized people around the world."

The main point of it is for people to vend and buy things. We were vending. My aunt makes jewelry, my uncle makes candles, and my grandmother, my mom, and I crochet stuff, so we had quite a lot to offer. Unfortunately, this was our first time doing it, so we were pretty inexperienced when it came to the things people really come out for, so we only broke even at $350. However, a lot of people placed outside orders for things that we didn't have there and we got invited to at least 6 other events, so we'll be able to redeem ourselves as soon as July 15th.

It was a wonderful experience despite the lack of profit, and we already agreed to do the festival again next year. We were there for around 12 hours, so a lot happened to us and around us. Here are the things I enjoyed the most for one reason or another:

1. I met best-selling author Solomon Jones. He's black, SO I DOUBT ANYONE ON MY LIST KNOWS HIM. Anyway, he's a friend of my aunt and uncle so I got to really talk to him. He kind of got on me for not trying hard enough to fight my way through obstacles when I write. He also gave me tips and inspired me further. AND I GOT DEM EMAILZ if I ever have any questions or need any advice. That was the highlight of my day.

2. I got this neat little pin that says "I ♥ Being Black" for free. I think some people might interpret the pin as being a little racist, but what's so racist about loving who you are?!

3. I never mentioned this in my LJ, but my mom and I started growing dreadlocks in February. Not the big, nasty, dookie dreads that people always think of, but nice thin ones that we wash and re-twist when we need to. We saw a lot of nice ones while we were there and I felt so inspired to keep going so I can imitate the styles that I've seen. Unfortunately, I saw twice as many of the dookie dreads. I saw some rasta guy with two long, fat ones in his beard and a white guy in a wheelchair with unkempt ones that were close to touching the ground. I don't see why white people get dreads; I've never seen anyone with decent ones. If your hair has no kink to it, you're not meant to have them. SORRY LOL!

A lot more happened, but my memory is failing me at the moment. We took some pictures while we were there, so maybe I'll post them if I can get my hands on them.

Also, does anyone know if eating dog food more than every once in a while is bad for cats?

Better update coming soon hopefully.

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"BITCH, YOU BETTA GET AT THESE CRAB NUTS." [Apr. 24th, 2007|07:50 pm]
[Current Location |Your bedroom.]
[How I'm Feelin' |predatoryrebellious]
[You Should Listen To |Lily Allen - Smile]



Around this time last year I was lamenting about my first detention. Since then I've become a senior, which means I'm doing bigger things now. What I'm trying to say is: I'm scheduled to have in-school suspension on Thursday ^_^

See, everytime juniors and selected seniors have to take or re-take the PSSAs, everyone else has to endure something gay, such as "Remember the Titans" (that Disney movie), a lame speaker, a hockey tournament, and any other gay thing you can probably think of. I suppose that it's tradition around here to just leave when all this is going on and eat breakfast at a nearby restaurant until the testing is over. Last month was my first time doing it; I had a blast. At that time, class wasn't scheduled to start until around 11, so we were able to walk around in the shopping center. OF COURSE, we couldn't buy anything since lol teens have no money, but still, we had fun. Today was another testing day and the group that I went with last time asked if I wanted to do it again. HELL YES.

At this point, I should mention that we took a different exit than last time. The original exit took us to the front of the school where we could make a somewhat clean break. The one we took today took us to the back where there are more guards and teachers around. Luckily, we ran into some girl named Brittany (which is confusing since we already had 2 other Brittanys in our group), and she offered to drive us there. Apparently, she is or used to be bisexual, so I should've asked for her number. Unfortunately, she had a tiny car...and there were 5 of us plus her. When we got out at King's (the restaurant), I imangine that we either looked like a bunch of clowns getting out or a bunch of Mexicans. YEAH, I WENT THERE.

Anyway, breakfast wasn't as stellar as last time since one Brittany and another girl decided to bring up old issues with the other Brittany while we ate. Drama City, of course. At around 8:50, we decided to go back to school. On the walk back, Brittany 1 and the other girl tried to make amends with Brittany 2.

"You need to learn to take things with a grain of salt."
"Yeah, we weren't trying to gang up on you. We all have our faults."

And while that was going on, this annoying girl was telling me about how she found out that a lot of people don't like her. HMM, I WONDER WHY? Also, she kept putting her arm on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around mine. Looking back, I probably should've asked her for her number as well.

So we got back at around 8:55 and the other girl, whose name is Rená (pronounced Renee), asked me to hide her pills in my pocket before we went in and had our things searched. I don't see what the big deal was since they were obviously valid prescription drugs, but whatever. Anyway, when we walk in, the female security guard at the desk called out Brittany, Brittany, and the annoying girl and told them that they were seen sneaking out on camera. WHOO, I AM SAFE, B.

Yeah, not so much. A few seconds later she tells me that they saw me too. Apparently, Rená was lucky enough to make it out before the camera rotated to her, but she was nice enough to give herself up as well. We were taken to the office where all these teachers and guards said, "Hope it was worth it." It was quite worth it. Then, they made us write down our names and jokingly warned us that they would find out if we used fake names. After that we, and so many other kids, were forced to wait out the testing period in the new "Tardy Room". The name speaks for itself.

I wasn't told what my punishment would be until around 12:15. They called my parents, which was no big deal since they knew I was skipping a few days before. After all, where else was I going to get money to eat? They laughed pretty hard when I came home and basically called me lame for getting caught. I certainly don't feel lame; I feel more mature, like a rebel or something. I feel like I should've smoked cigarettes while I was out...or had sex or something. Rebels do that shit. They cuss as well.

I'm assuming that Thursday will be pretty boring, but I'll probably have something to say about it.

In other news, I'm going to Cheyney University in the fall. I know I said that I wanted to go to Temple before and I got accepted there, but they weren't offering any scholarships, so I took my business elsewhere. Cheyney, however, is offering me a full scholarship as in paying for everything, giving me a "preferred dorm", and throwing in a free laptop. SO, BLOW ME. On the plus side, Cheyney is about 30 miles outside of Philadelphia and that's really the only reason that I wanted to go to Temple: To be near it. Alright, moment of gloating over.

I was long overdue for an update.
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Long story short... [Oct. 18th, 2006|03:40 pm]
[How I'm Feelin' |contemplativecontemplative]
[You Should Listen To |The Gumby Theme Song <3]

I have some type of cyst on my "gluteal cleft" AKA THE TOP OF MY BUTTCRACK.  It hurts to do stuff like walking (especially up or down stairs), running, sitting or lying (in the wrong position), squatting, washing my butt, etc.  I'm seeing a doctor about it tomorrow and, if I'm lucky, he'll drain it then.  If I'm not lucky, but still lucky in a sense, they'll give me some sex pain pills instead.  You know.  Narcotics.

Last time I updated I was talking about my new school, right?  It's still cool here.  I feel like I'm getting a better education than at Ringgold.  My English class is actually somewhat challenging.  I have a teacher that makes Shakespeare interesting, believe it or not.  Plus, she makes us read good classics.  My math teacher is sex...and I'm a little hot for my Forensic Science teacher =(  Anyway, the people are cool as well.  They laugh at my jokes (WHICH IS ALWAYS A PLUS) and make me laugh too.  Of course you have your dumbasses too, but you encounter those no matter where you go.  I don't mind graduating here, but I'd still rather do it with a class that I'm somewhat familiar with, even if I don't care for most of them.  I remembered when I started here that I used to attend a school in the Penn Hills District before we moved to DA VALLEY and I've been seeing people that were in my second grade class and other kids that I used to play with back in the day.  I haven't approached any of them, but still...

Also, I gave in to the masses and finally got a MySpace.  Not because I want billions of friends that I'll never talk to, but because a lot of the people that I used to talk to before I moved have them and it's a much easier way to keep in touch.  Eff you.  I'll have a MySpace if I want.

Clearly, I don't have much more to say.

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