HE HAW. I haven’t posted in a while due to my lack of energy. Even though I haven’t been doing much, I just haven’t felt like doing anything. After I come from work, I usually pull off my clothes and jump in the bed and take a nap. Ah, how I wish I could have taken naps at SGC, or just gotten eight hours of sleep at night. That will be my goal at Georgia Southern. Get eight hours of sleep each night.
I haven’t done much in the past two weeks, but when I have done something, it was exciting. My lack of funds has also had something to do with my inactivity.
Sometime last week I was able to hang out for a while.
I made a long trek up to Gwinnett County to pick up Michael (my ex). We then drove all the way back to where I live, because my mother’s “friend” was going to fix my defunct cd player in my lovely red car. By the time we made it through the traffic and were in close proximity to my house, the guy was no where near ready to come and fix my radio. Michael and I ventured down to Fayetteville to eat at good ole’ Zaxby’s, and to visit Danielle. With Danielle in tow (is that the right word?), I got the call from my mother’s friend. The three of us arrived at my house; I showed them around while the guy fixed my radio. Danielle and Michael got to meet my Grandmother and see my very messy house. Fun times. He was done, we were done, and it was time to keep moving. We called up Brandon, and went to pick him up from his house. Brandon basically lives in the Gay metropolitan area of Atlanta. His roommate is a lesbian, so you’re sure to see loads of gays and lesbos at Brandon and Nikki’s place. Michael, Danielle and I were standing around as Brandon was getting ready. There was a group of people over in the dinning section of the apartment eating and drinking and having a merry time. All of a sudden, Paul M. (a guy from high school who came out of the closet in college) pops out of the kitchen. WHAT?! I haven’t seen this kid since graduation! And he is all gayed up. He doesn’t have on a feather boa or anything, he’s just, gay now. He so was NOT like that in high school, so that was a bit surprising. We chatted for a while and caught up on life. Once Brandon was ready, Michael, Danielle, and I hopped in my car and we made our way up to Lenox Mall.
Lenox Mall. That place deserves a post on its own. Whenever I leave the ostentatious mall, I always feel like a fat poor whore. Everyone there reeks of money and success, and physical fitness. It’s disgusting, but fun to watch. Any who, we were there to drop Michael off with his current boyfriend who works at Pottery Barn (lot’s of drama there, I’m not even going to touch it). But Michael’s boyfriend had a while before he got off, so we all walked around looking at the outrageous prices on clothes. I, in my pure vulnerable state, made a bee line for the cookie place. I satisfied my feeling of fatness by eating three chocolate chip cookies (I wish I had some right now). I think we dropped Michael off soon after my cookie raid, and went on our happy way. Danielle, Brandon, and I then went to the gay bookstore downtown. I LOVED seeing Danielle’s face at the books, magazines, and greeting cards in the store. Most of them had naked men on them – I need to buy some for upcoming birthdays and such. Hmmmm….Anyway, we spent time in there, and after Danielle was sufficiently weirded out by being around so many gay men, we made our way to Centennial Olympic Park. It was night by then, so the place was absolutely beautiful. The Olympic rings water fountain was stunning. Ah, if I were like ten, I would have jumped in and splashed around. Such things cannot be done by any self-respecting 19 year old. (HA! Give me a towel and I would have been all up in that!) The CNN center is right next to the park, so being the future CNN anchor that I am; I had to make my way over to look in the windows and see the professional journalists at work. Of course it was closed by then, but I got to look in the lobby! One day next week I’m going to go on a CNN tour.
The night ended with Danielle, Brandon, and friends swinging a couple drinks back at Brandon’s place. Being the saint that I am (HA! hardly), I respectfully declined any drink, and opted for water. I took Danielle home and the night was over. Fun times were had (and lot’s of gas was used).
Well, this is supposed to be the really juicy part that I write about, but I’ve decided that I am going to keep it to myself. Because I’m a self-respecting journalist (once again, HA! hardly), I can’t write about my indiscretions here. It would be in writing and exposed for the entire world to see, and that would be bad. All I’m going to say is that I met and got to know a really cute Hispanic guy Emilio this past Sunday. Ask me in person and I might tell you. =)
Because I’m super poor, I’m looking for another job, so I applied at Target with Danielle sometime last week. I didn’t really think I would get anything, but to my surprise, I got a call from Target wanting me to come in for an interview. Well, that went well, because they asked me to come back for a second interview. Hopefully that will go well. If I get the Target job, I’ll be doing overnight stocking. Not the most glamorous job, but I’ll get a discount at Target! Hehe.
Not much else to report on, life has been slow so far in Hotlanta. Hopefully things will speed up soon.
Until next time my little ones…
Good day!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Another lovely -all about me- survey.
Many thanks to Kari – I took the survey from her! =)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Miguel
2. Miggy
3. Megal
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Zack6677
2. Miguel6674
3. Zack6674 (I’m SOO orginial!)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Eyes
2. Hair
3. Lips (hehe)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. The weight I gained while in South Georgia
2. Feet
3. Eh, oh, I have a big head and can never find a good hat! THREE PARTS OF YOUR
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Failure
2. Not having enough money to pay for stuff
3. Getting a flat tire on a major highway in Atlanta, or anywhere for that matter
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. The net (loser)
2. FOOD
3. My car
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Brown pants
2. Brown shirt
3. Blue flip flops – it’s a lazy day
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Marc Broussard
2. John Legend
3. John Mayer (forever and always!)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. “No Such Thing” – John Mayer
2. “Lonely No More” – Rob Thomas
3. “Ordinary People” – John Legend
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Trust/Patience <- good one Kari/Beulah (I don’t know who she is), I'm keeping it
3. To actually be able to let my guard down for once.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: Um, I don’t like this question! I’m going to change the question to the same sex…
1. Eyes
2. Hands
3. Hair & Smile
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Looking around and talking online
2. Watching CNN
3. Hanging out with friends and talking about life
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go on a nice long vacation
2. Um, I’m not going to tell you…
3. Go and co-anchor a show with Wolf Blitzer on CNN
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Radio Dj or TV journalist (CNN BABY!)
2. Public Relations
3. Politics
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Brazil (hehe)
2. Africa
3. Australia, England, and just all over the world
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Sebastian
2. Zack (duh)
3. Microwave
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Live in a different country for a few years
2. Find the perfect man and have a family
3. Know what it feels like to have complete financial security
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. Sometimes I like to play rough (heh)
2. I eat like a man (?)
3. I’ve been told my driving is very manly
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1. HAHA…I LOVE chick flicks (i.e. The Notebook, Love Actually, Bridget Jones, etc)
2. When I’m upset, I won’t tell you why. haha
3. I’m crazy about my hair
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Ryan Phillippe (I don’t know how to spell his name =( )
2. John Mayer (go figure)
3. Bill Hemmer and Anderson Cooper (Love the men of CNN)
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS SURVEY NOW:
Anyone who wants to! =)
Many thanks to Kari – I took the survey from her! =)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Miguel
2. Miggy
3. Megal
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Zack6677
2. Miguel6674
3. Zack6674 (I’m SOO orginial!)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Eyes
2. Hair
3. Lips (hehe)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. The weight I gained while in South Georgia
2. Feet
3. Eh, oh, I have a big head and can never find a good hat! THREE PARTS OF YOUR
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Failure
2. Not having enough money to pay for stuff
3. Getting a flat tire on a major highway in Atlanta, or anywhere for that matter
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. The net (loser)
2. FOOD
3. My car
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Brown pants
2. Brown shirt
3. Blue flip flops – it’s a lazy day
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Marc Broussard
2. John Legend
3. John Mayer (forever and always!)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. “No Such Thing” – John Mayer
2. “Lonely No More” – Rob Thomas
3. “Ordinary People” – John Legend
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Trust/Patience <- good one Kari/Beulah (I don’t know who she is), I'm keeping it
3. To actually be able to let my guard down for once.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: Um, I don’t like this question! I’m going to change the question to the same sex…
1. Eyes
2. Hands
3. Hair & Smile
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Looking around and talking online
2. Watching CNN
3. Hanging out with friends and talking about life
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go on a nice long vacation
2. Um, I’m not going to tell you…
3. Go and co-anchor a show with Wolf Blitzer on CNN
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Radio Dj or TV journalist (CNN BABY!)
2. Public Relations
3. Politics
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Brazil (hehe)
2. Africa
3. Australia, England, and just all over the world
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Sebastian
2. Zack (duh)
3. Microwave
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Live in a different country for a few years
2. Find the perfect man and have a family
3. Know what it feels like to have complete financial security
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. Sometimes I like to play rough (heh)
2. I eat like a man (?)
3. I’ve been told my driving is very manly
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1. HAHA…I LOVE chick flicks (i.e. The Notebook, Love Actually, Bridget Jones, etc)
2. When I’m upset, I won’t tell you why. haha
3. I’m crazy about my hair
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Ryan Phillippe (I don’t know how to spell his name =( )
2. John Mayer (go figure)
3. Bill Hemmer and Anderson Cooper (Love the men of CNN)
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS SURVEY NOW:
Anyone who wants to! =)
Friday, May 13, 2005
“As you can see, I have found my happy ending at last, and I truly believe that happiness is possible – even when you’re 33 and have a bottom the size of two bowling balls.” -Bridget Jones
-Quote from Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. Wonderful movie, you should see it.
I have literally been sitting in my bed watching CNN and MSNBC while drifting in and out of sleep all week. It’s wonderful. It’s so nice not having to worry about a list of things to do.
Yesterday Danielle and I went and ate at Jersey Mike’s Subs. OMG – SO much better than Subway!! Then we hopped on over to a few gyms to see how much their memberships are. We are trying to lose weight, like now. I really liked this World’s Gym place. They some kickboxing classes and cycle classes I would really like to get into. Its $100 for the rest of the summer I think, so I want to go there. We shall see. We then went to Target where I was reminded of my ungodly huge head. They had a bunch of cute hats, but none would fit – DAMN MY HUGE BRAIN (or so I would like to think!) I bought Rob Thomas’s new cd and some cheese sticks. (The whole gym thing starts NEXT week, so I have some time to eat!)
Other than that, not much is going on. I start back at Barnes & Noble next week, so my summer will be filled with books, books, books!
Good day!
-Quote from Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. Wonderful movie, you should see it.
I have literally been sitting in my bed watching CNN and MSNBC while drifting in and out of sleep all week. It’s wonderful. It’s so nice not having to worry about a list of things to do.
Yesterday Danielle and I went and ate at Jersey Mike’s Subs. OMG – SO much better than Subway!! Then we hopped on over to a few gyms to see how much their memberships are. We are trying to lose weight, like now. I really liked this World’s Gym place. They some kickboxing classes and cycle classes I would really like to get into. Its $100 for the rest of the summer I think, so I want to go there. We shall see. We then went to Target where I was reminded of my ungodly huge head. They had a bunch of cute hats, but none would fit – DAMN MY HUGE BRAIN (or so I would like to think!) I bought Rob Thomas’s new cd and some cheese sticks. (The whole gym thing starts NEXT week, so I have some time to eat!)
Other than that, not much is going on. I start back at Barnes & Noble next week, so my summer will be filled with books, books, books!
Good day!
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
It’s over. I have officially graduated from South Georgia College. I have my first college diploma. Yee Haw. Or something like that.
The last week of school was crazy. Never take six classes – when you take six classes, that means you have six finals. Six finals. Six tests. Six grades. Six different subjects to study for. Not fun.
Luckily (I think) I didn’t have any finals Monday or Tuesday, so Sunday night was sort of relaxing for me. It was the clam before the storm. Monday was mundane, actually I don’t remember what happened Monday afternoon, but that doesn’t matter, the real action happened Monday night. I wanted to have a dinner with everyone I had met in Douglas before I left, so I figured Monday night would be the best. I sent an e-mail out over the weekend inviting a lot of people to come out. Jake, Samantha B., Edgar, Pepjin, Josh C., Jeff S., Catie, and Kyle. We ate at the place where people eat when something big happens, or if you have extra cash to spend—Ruby Tuesday’s. Good times were had. Jake made hilarious remarks about a woman on the local Douglas Channel who sings about a train with Jesus coming to get you and me. Some of us went to the volleyball pit (is that the right word, pit?) to reclaim the glory of volleyball from the GSA field day. To our dismay, the (hot) soccer players were out there playing and grunting like real men do. We pulled over to Side Street and played dodge ball. Make with what ya got.
Ok, no one wants to hear about my entire week, I don’t even want to hear about it. It was fun, stressful, and finger lickin’ exhausting. Oh, but Dr. Fisher and Dr. Seward did take me out to eat Thursday afternoon after my Butler final. We went to Bobby’s and talked about everything SGC and the future while I stuffed a double cheese burger down my throat (and I wonder why I have gained so much weight). Let’s fast forward to Thursday night. So I had my last final, which was Social Problems, Thursday night. Afterwards Jake, Laura, and Kyle helped me clean out my office. It was sad cleaning out all the memories and making way for the new peeps. After that, they went with me to my dorm room to help me pack my crap. We got a lot done in the couple of hours they were there, but by midnight they had to leave because of dorm rules. So it was me and my crap. I was packing, doing laundry, and trying to finish my Spanish 3 independent study stuff. Well, I never got that stuff done because by 4am I called it quits. I hadn’t slept in two days and I knew I had to drive back to Atlanta later that day, plus graduation was in a few hours so I needed some shut eye. I set my alarm for 7am, expecting to get up, finish packing, and then get ready for graduation. We had to be there at 9am, and the ceremony was supposed to start at 10am.
Next thing I know, I hear banging at my door. I throw on something to cover up my exhausted body and hurriedly open my dorm room door. Lee S. and Jake are standing there with terrified looks on their faces. Jake’s jaw is almost on the ground, but he is covering it up with what looks to be a program of some sort. Shit. Things start to connect in my mind. I turn around and look at my clock: 11:10am. First word that comes to my mind, “Shit.” It all hits me at one time: I have slept through my gradation of South Georgia College. I put on shoes as Jake and Lee explain to me how everyone is looking for me and wondering what I have been. I don’t really remember what was going through my head at this point, just poor embarrassment. We head over to Peterson Hall so I can find my family, but before we get over there, Public Safety stops us halfway on their golf cart, which has my mother sitting there looking worried. She sees me, jumps off, and gives me this huge bear hug. Tears start to flow, words are mumbled, threats are given—it’s over. I go and greet my Grandmother who thinks I have died or something and let her know that I am okay. I head back to my room to put on my cap and gown so I can at least wear it at the graduation reception. By the time I got over the Union, EVERYONE had heard about what happened. (The joys of South Georgia). Dr. Jackson, President of SGC, even put back on his robes so I could take pictures with him. The situation ended up not being so bad. The next disaster came when my family tried packing all my stuff—we had to come back the next day and get the rest of it.
Things I learned from that whole experience:
-I can’t do everything.
-I am human.
-My body needs rest.
-Some things just need to happen the next day.
-Miguel actually missed something. Wow.
So now I have my Associates of Arts Degree in Journalism from South Georgia College. What are my plans for next fall? Well, since UGA has not gotten back with me while everyone else has heard, I have decided to go to Georgia Southern University. I will be an Eagle next year. Get some!
Okay, well I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about my friend Jake. Jake Jewell has been like a brother to me while at South Georgia College. From the first time we met in a journalism meeting to our very last night pulling an all niter studying for Butler’s test, Jake has been there. I’ve never had a friend who would stick by my side no matter what. If I said, “Jake, let’s drive down to Florida to get some pictures of the beach,” he would be there. The late nights and early mornings I spent working on the newspaper, Jake was usually there keeping me awake and alert. A lot of the success of the newspaper came from Mr. Jewell. When ever I needed help with layout, or something looked crazy, he came in with his sharp eye and helped a brotha out. We explored the inner most thoughts and crevices of our brains to figure out what makes us tick. For all of our similarities, we have many differences. And those differences make him a great person. I have never met someone who was so insightful and funny. This boy can read a person like no one else. Be careful what you say around Mr. Jewell because it has been logged, and we have probably talked and laughed about it. Gosh, sometimes I wish I could bottle up this man’s comedic timing; Jake has the ability to make ANYONE laugh in ANY situation. Jake, you are going places, and you are a wonderful person. Your mother is crazy and should be put in the funny farm; please don’t listen to what she says. You will do great things; just remember to send me a check when you start raking in the big bucks!
Well I’m back in Atl and just relaxing. I haven’t started working, I’m starting next week. I’m taking a break. Saturday night Pepjin was in Atlanta from dropping off his sister at the airport so we met up for dinner. We went to Joe’s on Juniper. We sat there and talked forever, and then we headed to Brandon’s to say hi. Pepjin stayed at house – I’m sure he probably regrets that because he met half my family Sunday morning. Since it was Mother’s day, my Grandmother received visitors and phone calls all that morning, so that must have been interesting to him.
Alright, I hate to be sudden and not end in some good way, but my fingers hurt and I’m tired. SOOOO, I’m headed to bed.
Good day!
The last week of school was crazy. Never take six classes – when you take six classes, that means you have six finals. Six finals. Six tests. Six grades. Six different subjects to study for. Not fun.
Luckily (I think) I didn’t have any finals Monday or Tuesday, so Sunday night was sort of relaxing for me. It was the clam before the storm. Monday was mundane, actually I don’t remember what happened Monday afternoon, but that doesn’t matter, the real action happened Monday night. I wanted to have a dinner with everyone I had met in Douglas before I left, so I figured Monday night would be the best. I sent an e-mail out over the weekend inviting a lot of people to come out. Jake, Samantha B., Edgar, Pepjin, Josh C., Jeff S., Catie, and Kyle. We ate at the place where people eat when something big happens, or if you have extra cash to spend—Ruby Tuesday’s. Good times were had. Jake made hilarious remarks about a woman on the local Douglas Channel who sings about a train with Jesus coming to get you and me. Some of us went to the volleyball pit (is that the right word, pit?) to reclaim the glory of volleyball from the GSA field day. To our dismay, the (hot) soccer players were out there playing and grunting like real men do. We pulled over to Side Street and played dodge ball. Make with what ya got.
Ok, no one wants to hear about my entire week, I don’t even want to hear about it. It was fun, stressful, and finger lickin’ exhausting. Oh, but Dr. Fisher and Dr. Seward did take me out to eat Thursday afternoon after my Butler final. We went to Bobby’s and talked about everything SGC and the future while I stuffed a double cheese burger down my throat (and I wonder why I have gained so much weight). Let’s fast forward to Thursday night. So I had my last final, which was Social Problems, Thursday night. Afterwards Jake, Laura, and Kyle helped me clean out my office. It was sad cleaning out all the memories and making way for the new peeps. After that, they went with me to my dorm room to help me pack my crap. We got a lot done in the couple of hours they were there, but by midnight they had to leave because of dorm rules. So it was me and my crap. I was packing, doing laundry, and trying to finish my Spanish 3 independent study stuff. Well, I never got that stuff done because by 4am I called it quits. I hadn’t slept in two days and I knew I had to drive back to Atlanta later that day, plus graduation was in a few hours so I needed some shut eye. I set my alarm for 7am, expecting to get up, finish packing, and then get ready for graduation. We had to be there at 9am, and the ceremony was supposed to start at 10am.
Next thing I know, I hear banging at my door. I throw on something to cover up my exhausted body and hurriedly open my dorm room door. Lee S. and Jake are standing there with terrified looks on their faces. Jake’s jaw is almost on the ground, but he is covering it up with what looks to be a program of some sort. Shit. Things start to connect in my mind. I turn around and look at my clock: 11:10am. First word that comes to my mind, “Shit.” It all hits me at one time: I have slept through my gradation of South Georgia College. I put on shoes as Jake and Lee explain to me how everyone is looking for me and wondering what I have been. I don’t really remember what was going through my head at this point, just poor embarrassment. We head over to Peterson Hall so I can find my family, but before we get over there, Public Safety stops us halfway on their golf cart, which has my mother sitting there looking worried. She sees me, jumps off, and gives me this huge bear hug. Tears start to flow, words are mumbled, threats are given—it’s over. I go and greet my Grandmother who thinks I have died or something and let her know that I am okay. I head back to my room to put on my cap and gown so I can at least wear it at the graduation reception. By the time I got over the Union, EVERYONE had heard about what happened. (The joys of South Georgia). Dr. Jackson, President of SGC, even put back on his robes so I could take pictures with him. The situation ended up not being so bad. The next disaster came when my family tried packing all my stuff—we had to come back the next day and get the rest of it.
Things I learned from that whole experience:
-I can’t do everything.
-I am human.
-My body needs rest.
-Some things just need to happen the next day.
-Miguel actually missed something. Wow.
So now I have my Associates of Arts Degree in Journalism from South Georgia College. What are my plans for next fall? Well, since UGA has not gotten back with me while everyone else has heard, I have decided to go to Georgia Southern University. I will be an Eagle next year. Get some!
Okay, well I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about my friend Jake. Jake Jewell has been like a brother to me while at South Georgia College. From the first time we met in a journalism meeting to our very last night pulling an all niter studying for Butler’s test, Jake has been there. I’ve never had a friend who would stick by my side no matter what. If I said, “Jake, let’s drive down to Florida to get some pictures of the beach,” he would be there. The late nights and early mornings I spent working on the newspaper, Jake was usually there keeping me awake and alert. A lot of the success of the newspaper came from Mr. Jewell. When ever I needed help with layout, or something looked crazy, he came in with his sharp eye and helped a brotha out. We explored the inner most thoughts and crevices of our brains to figure out what makes us tick. For all of our similarities, we have many differences. And those differences make him a great person. I have never met someone who was so insightful and funny. This boy can read a person like no one else. Be careful what you say around Mr. Jewell because it has been logged, and we have probably talked and laughed about it. Gosh, sometimes I wish I could bottle up this man’s comedic timing; Jake has the ability to make ANYONE laugh in ANY situation. Jake, you are going places, and you are a wonderful person. Your mother is crazy and should be put in the funny farm; please don’t listen to what she says. You will do great things; just remember to send me a check when you start raking in the big bucks!
Well I’m back in Atl and just relaxing. I haven’t started working, I’m starting next week. I’m taking a break. Saturday night Pepjin was in Atlanta from dropping off his sister at the airport so we met up for dinner. We went to Joe’s on Juniper. We sat there and talked forever, and then we headed to Brandon’s to say hi. Pepjin stayed at house – I’m sure he probably regrets that because he met half my family Sunday morning. Since it was Mother’s day, my Grandmother received visitors and phone calls all that morning, so that must have been interesting to him.
Alright, I hate to be sudden and not end in some good way, but my fingers hurt and I’m tired. SOOOO, I’m headed to bed.
Good day!
Monday, May 02, 2005
I’ve spent some time looking through past entries on this old thing. I sound like a really depressed or angry individual. Weird. I think in the past two years I have grown a lot. I think I am just now starting to grow emotionally. Meaning, I’m not so whiney about not having a boyfriend. I think that’s one of the main personality quirks I have that makes me feel embarrassment. But then again, that is what the college experience is about – growing and becoming a better person.