Normalcy is something a lot of people try to hold onto.

In my mind, normalcy and being content go hand in hand. Being happy, feeling satisfied with life are ideas that I have always dreamed of. But what happens when your satisfaction with life is taken away? What do you do when your whole life is turned upside down and you see that being satisfied and content was always there, but you just never reached out to grab them?

Someone that I have known for most of my life, who went through similar, but very different struggles throughout life, was brutally murdered. Rashae M., 20 year old female, mother of two, was stabbed to death by her children’s father. Her funeral is this weekend. I don’t know how to really react to this. Besides my God mother, I’ve never had anyone close to me die before. It’s weird to think that she’s gone. She was my age, my grade; I even dated her in elementary school for a couple of months. (I know) The funeral will be rough, but, I will keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason, unfourtently.

Another flat tire. More money. What have I done? Who have I talked about? Why am I being punished? Eh.

So, yeah. I can’t sleep. Why? I have too many worries. Not problems, worries. Well, to me they are problems, but to the person living in downtown Atlanta under a bridge with no idea where they are going to eat breakfast, my problems are serious.

I’ve been worrying about money. That thing that makes the world go around, and around, and around. It makes us jealous fools, it makes us happy fools, it even makes some of us eat dog shit (see Fear Factor – check local listings). Some of us little peons don’t have it, and wish we did. When I was in Douglas, I had three jobs. Three paychecks. Three incomes. Now I have one, one little part time job. It ain’t enough. The fact that my Grandmother isn’t working, and my mother just started a temp job this week doesn’t help the situation.

I need money for the following:
1) School
2) Trip to New York
3) Car stuff – new tire, oil change, light, battery, and I’m sure something else soon
4) Food
5) Weight loss stuff (i.e. Weight Watchers, gym, ANYTHING)
6) Social life

This is the time when I really wish Oprah was my mother. Really. Or Rosie, or just someone with a nice income. Speaking of Rosie, I found her blog online: www.rosie.com

Maybe I can pawn something…

Something is wrong with me. It seems like my blog posts have become so vague and vanilla – there’s no spice. I don’t really get down to the nitty gritty stuff. Whatever the nitty gritty stuff seems to be. But then again, this is summer, and my life is almost as exciting as watching two dogs make whoopee.

Work is work. People are stupid. I use to think that Barnes & Noble customers were so sophisticated and intelligent (and the voice of SGC—only people on the newspaper staff would get that one). Not so much anymore. Here’s a list of things people do at Barnes & Noble that piss me off:
1) Leave a PILE of magazines all over the damn store. Put SHIT back! It’s not that hard. Or at least don’t grab 20 magazines (I’m not kidding) and just leave them sitting every damn where.
2) When people come in and ask for a book and have no clue who the author or title is, how the hell are we supposed to find or know what book they are talking about. People come in and say“Um, I don’t know the author or title, but the book is about a man and a woman – do you know what I’m talking about?” NO THE HELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT – GET A FREAKING CLUE!!
3) If I’m at the cash register and I’m going through my speech about buying a member card, at least listen to what I have to say before you just wave or shake your head in the middle of my speech. RUDE. I’m sorry you don’t want to hear about how you can save 10% on all of your purchases in the store and online at barnesandnoble.com – I HAVE TO SAY IT SO JUST LISTEN AND SHUT THE HELL UP!
4) Imagine this: You’ve been standing on your feet for five hours; you’re tired, and just ready to go home. You go and clock out and start heading towards the front door to go home. BUT NO, some DUMB ASS stops you (oh, and these dumb ass people saw you take off your name badge, meaning you are not on the clock and not working) and asks if you can find these two books for them. WTF?
5) OH, AND THE PEOPLE WHO COME IN WITH 40 BOOKS ON A LIST TO ORDER. WHAT THE HELL?!?! THAT IS WHY WE HAVE BARNESANDNOBLE.COM FOR. GO AND ORDER 40 BOOKS OFF OF THERE. YOU WILL GET FREE SHIPPING BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, I’m done. I think I’m going to pop something in my forward if I don’t calm down…

I forgot to add to the previous post, that after SOAR, Danielle and I met up with Laura, Jake, and Kyle. They all came to Statesboro and we had a grand ole’ time at Ryan’s All-You-Can-Eat buffet, and then we spent some time at the local mall.

Yesterday was interesting. VERY interesting. Danielle and I went to look (inspect) Michael’s (my ex) new apartment. The new apartment he is sharing with a roommate from school, and with his boyfriend. Umhm. The same boyfriend who called me FAT! Now we all know that I call myself fat on a regular basis, that’s fine and dandy, but this boy who doesn’t even know me called me FAT! Bitch. Anywho, so Danielle and I travel 2732910372 miles up to North Atlanta to see the place. When we arrive, just Michael and I are there. Everything goes smoothly. We’re sitting around, laughing, joking, and having a grand time. Then Michael has to leave to pickup said bitch. (I shouldn’t be so mean, but I’m so passive aggressive in real life, I have to let it out somewhere) They walk in, the boy looks at me and Danielle and smiles. Umhm. Everything goes all right. No one clawed anyone’s eye out or anything – just a little weirdness circling around the room.

New York is next month and I’m excited. I have some reservations about things, but I’m not sure how to verbalize them.

Oh, and I think a little trash is needed for this post via discussion of the new Real World cast. Okay, first off, it’s weird to see people on there that graduated from high school the same year I did. That could be me on there. (scary) Secondly, these people just don’t seem to have any depth. I know it was just the first episode, but, I don’t feel like I would learn anything from these people. What happened to the days of learning about different types of people from all over the U.S., and even the world? Now people get on there just to see which roommate they can sleep with and how much alcohol they can consume. We shall see how it is when I’m on there! HA!

Time for bed. More soul selling to do for B&N tomorrow!

Good day!

Well, it looks like I’m in eagle. A Georgia Southern eagle. I went to SOAR, the orientation program this past week. Danielle came with me to make sure I didn’t get screwed over.

I spent the night at Danielle’s house Friday night. We rented “Hotel Rwanda” and ordered pizza. Yeah, so I like totally balled watching that movie. I highly recommend it. We woke up Saturday morning at 3 something to get on the road. We got there on time, and as soon as we entered the building, I saw Leroy, Peta, Ben, and someone else from SGC. It was like an SGC reunion at Georgia Southern. It was cool though to see how we all worked our asses off and now we have come to the major leagues. The whole day was long and forgettable. The only part worth mentioning is the registration session. As a transfer student with all of my core classes completed, but none of the pre-recs for most upper level classes, my selection was small and the classes that I needed to take were all full. I was able to get into every class I needed, expect for one. I’m down for Southern Politics on Wednesday nights, but I really need to take Intro to Journalism.

But, here’s my schedule for my first semester at Georgia Southern:
-Intro to Mass Communication – MWF 9:00-9:50am
-Rhetoric of Social Movements – TR 11:00am-12:15pm
-Critical Thinking – MWF 1:00-1:50pm
-Southern Politics – W 6:30pm-9:15pm
-Social Issues of Sport – TR 9:30am-10:45am (what the hell?!)

It feels weird just taking five classes. I feel like I need to take six so I can get 18 hours out of the way, but I think this is a nice starting point. I should find out about housing in about a week or two.

Oh, I’m on the face book now. HAHA…I’ve been spending hours on there looking at people from other schools and my high school. It’s interesting. It’s kind of like myspace.

Um, I don’t really feel like posting anything else. My fingers hurt and I think I want to go to the new Wal-Mart by my house. HAHA.

Good day!

I am watching the most disgusting display of what’s supposed to be quality television. Well, maybe it’s not supposed to be quality, but, hell, its network television – isn’t there supposed to be some kind of decency. I consider myself a very open-minded person, but, there are some things in life that are just wrong. And Jerry Springer is wrong.

I haven’t watched a full episode of Jerry Springer since middle school. It was very popular for a while, and then I thought it went away. Not so. So I’m just sitting here, channel surfing, enjoying this moment of relaxation when I stop on Fox 5. These two gay black guys are on there fighting over someone is dating or something. I’m so embarrassed for them. They aren’t even talking out the problem like they are supposed to do on a TALK SHOW. They’re fighting and screaming – the audience yelled at them to take off their clothes, and these bastards did. NOW, its two black gay guys, in their underwear, fighting. The audience is getting all excited, screaming, chanting, for these people to fight. I don’t understand. This is a circus. They should rename it the Jerry Circus Show. **They have a stripper’s pole on the stage. WHAT THE HELL?!?! Now they have a old guy who looking like Santa Clause dancing on the pole. I kid you not. Now a woman from the audience is kissing Santa because the audience is yelling “KISS SANTA, KISS SANTA!” A woman just flashed her boobs. Why can’t I change I channel?

If you want to see this stupidity up close, in all its glory, here’s the number for free tickets to the show: 312.321.5365. It just flashed across the screen. I think it’s time to turn back to CNN.

Any who. Tomorrow I descend upon Statesboro, Georgia for orientation. I’m really excited to go and get my schedule. I’ll be spending two years there, so I’m sure after six months, my posts will change saying I want to leave the place. But that’s with anything I do.

I’m going to New York next month! I’m going to be able to see Freddy and Wicked! How fun! So far Samantha B., Jake, and Pepjin are signed up to go. I’m so excited.

Well, this has probably been my most random post, but I guess channel surfing in the afternoon can cause that.

I’m out.

Good day!

I have become so lazy since summer has started. I feel like my life has no purpose. There are no tests to study for, no newspaper deadlines, no meetings to plan, no social events, nothing. Well, just work, but that’s hardly challenging, just tiring. You would be surprised how stupid people are who come into Barnes & Noble. Especially the people who walk up to the Customer Service desk and say, “Um, I need help. (I can tell) I don’t know the name of the author, or the title of the book, but it’s about a man with problems.” People really come in and say stuff like that. So I’ll proceed to type into the computer “man with problems” and of course 38383473293 titles come up. So I’ll usually inform the customer that they have to be a bit more specific. Most times people get pissy and walk off. No skin off my back. Another thing about Barnes & Noble. The store I work in is located in a black area. We have a table filled with African-American fiction. Good. The only thing that bothers me is the titles that grace the table, titles such as “Project Chik,” “In Da Hood,” “Crack Head (this is really a title),” “Hustler’s Wife,” “I’m a whore and I love sucking…. (well not that extreme, but you get the point).” Do you see the problem? The black people who are reading these novels are reading, that’s wonderful, BUT, they are reading about the same trash that can be found in a large number of rap albums. Now don’t get me wrong, rap has its place, not all of it is bad – just like these books. I have read a couple of these books myself, BUT, they're not the only books I read, but some of our customers read these books religiously and nothing else. I fear they are polluting their minds with more trash. I hope they pick up a good Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, Oprah’s Book Club selection book, Zora Neale Hurston, or Alice Walker book while picking up another Zane book.

Life in Hotlanta has been anything but hot. My days have consisted of going to work, coming home, getting on the net, talking to Freddy, and going to sleep. Every now and then Danielle and I will do something. Last night after work I went to her house and we rented “The Incredibles.” It was pretty good – you should see it! This Saturday Danielle and I are going down to Georgia Southern for SOAR. It’s where I sign up for my classes and feel like a freshman all over again. But I did hear some good news from Adam, Managing Editor of the George-Anne, and student newspaper of Georgia Southern. He called and told me last week that I was defiantly the Arts & Entertainment Editor for the newspaper. That made me smile. Now I just have to get involved with the radio.

Change is necessary, so here’s a new template. I never like them, they just grow on me. I think my new favorite color is gray – I’ve had three templates dealing with gray.

Any who, my financial life right now is a mess. I need another job—quick. I’m very disappointed I didn’t get an internship this summer, that would have been nice.

Eh, I was going to write more, but I’ve lost my train of thought.

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!

Update coming soon.

Summer has me in a rut (not a bad one, just a lazy one).

Till then my little ones...

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! =)

“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!

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!

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.

Last week was fun and stressful—like most weeks have been for me at SGC. The newspaper was a constant mainstay every night. I think I slept a total of 5 hours last week, really. The Pegasus, the literary magazine for the school decided they wanted to publish in the newspaper instead of having their own separate publication. Cool, love the idea. I just didn’t know it would take me another day to work on just that. I thought it would be simple, but they had long prose pieces they wanted to include, so that pushed me going to press back to Saturday night. But alas, my last edition of the The South Georgian, as me being Editor In Chief is done. Ahhh, relief, but now I wonder what my next project will be. This summer will be weird for me – I’ve spent two years worrying and coming up with ideas for a newspaper, now I have nothing to worry about. Goodness – what will I do with my time? Hmmm, maybe sleep!!

Speaking of what I will do – I never heard back from Q100 or the Secretary of State’s office about the internships. I guess I didn’t get them. I’ll try to call Q100 at least tomorrow to see what the hold up is. But, it looks like another summer at Barnes & Noble awaits me.

The Gay-Straight Alliance had its first ‘Field Day’ this past Friday. Lot’s of fun was had. We had about 70 people come through and enjoy in the festivities. We had hamburgers, hotdogs, chips, and sodas. I even let Jake and Catie take my check card and buy some last minute stuff at Wal-Mart. I GAVE THEM MY CHECK CARD. Wow. When we first got there, Catie had made this cd with the 1, 2 step song on it, and when Samantha B. came up, I was dancing to it, and she started breaking it down. I wish I had a picture! lol We all had so much fun! After all the people ate the food, we headed over the to the volleyball court (is it a court?) and played a very energetic game of volleyball. It was me, Mark, Tommy, Rachael, and later Roderick. On the other side was Jake, Samantha B., Lee S., Dr. Nottingham, and (OMG) Jeff Y. I don’t know what else to say. Obviously with that distraction, we lost. But we put up a good fight I might say. I even went into the sand a couple of times—I had to wash sand from my hair later on. Justin was on the sidelines calling out the game play by play with Pete’s wireless mic.

A few hours later we had the newspaper end of the year party. Fun times were also had here. After cleaning up for field day I rushed to my room and took a much needed shower (where I washed the sand out of my very kinky hair). I then rushed over to Powell Hall where Frier was waiting for me. We went over to Papa Johns and picked up the pizza. Brought it back and people started to arrive. I invited Drew and Samantha B. to come even though they aren’t on staff. I just it would be cool with them there, and it was. We ate, and talked. Jake made this AWESOME poster of pictures of me with friends from SGC this past year. I was so touched! (but still I did not cry, sorry) I then suggested we play truth or dare. Bad idea. People didn’t see to get into the game, but Kyle did end up licking my big toe—with a napkin covering it. Mark licked icing off of Drew’s forehead. Tommy licked icing off of other’s plates. Lot’s of licking. You know us Journalism folks. We then played a murder game. I don’t know, I was way tired by this point. I then went and started to finish the paper—which I finally got to the press at about 1 that morning.

I’m tired of typing.

Finals this week. Family coming. Graduation this Friday. Atlanta here we come.

Good day!

New quote of the day:

"SHAKE IT, DON'T BREAT IT, TOOK YA MAMA 9 MONTHS TO MAKE IT" - DOUGLAS

Douglas making a comment about shaking it.

With style, Sam strikes! 

OMG - THIS IS ME!  

Ok, this is like remember friends from high school weekend or something. I just finished reading some of Ryan’s Blog. I LOVED the quote he left at the end of his Blog. I think that is why the two of us will be (PLEASE GOD) successful one day.

Don't ever listen to those who tell you it can't be done. Pity them for their lack of vision; be more successful than anyone thought you could be. Then, look back on those who said it was impossible and remember. Always be Recklessly Optimistic.

I haven’t spoken with Ryan since, gosh, this summer? It’s been a while. I need to give him a call. I will never forget the generosity of his family during our senior year of high school. Every Monday I would stay at their house. They invited me to become apart of their family, and to them I am forever grateful. With out knowing it, they showed me how a loving, educated family should be. Thank you.

Keeping with all the theme of high school, I also haven’t talked to Joel in a long time. We spoke on messenger a week ago. I told him I would call him and we would catch up, I would call him, but thanks to Cingular, my new phone doesn’t work down here. It’s hard to call people.

Alright, well I have to finish my laundry and good stuff.

Good day!

The following is a message from Jessica, a very near and dear friend from middle school and high school. She posted this message about me on her blog. I would like to thank her for the kind words - she almost got ME to CRY. WOW...

Friday, April 15, 2005

My Sweetest, Truest, Bluest, Gay Best Friend....
Current mood: nostalgic

Dear Readers,
Tonight as I was wondering around aimlessly on MySpace I found myself clicking on the photo of a dear friend of mine. Only to find how lovely and divine his new layout looked, (it's fabulous dear, truly). And I found myself immersed in all the pictures and the posts and the blog. I just wanted to say how much I love him and miss him. Our visits with each other have become very few and far between. Which saddens me to a great extent. I left the florescent lit hallways of RHS nearly 4 years ago only to go to another school in which I dropped out and got my GED. Being that he lived not exactly close, and neither of us having a car or a liscense, seeing each other was a possibility that was limited. But tonight looking at his pictures and seeing that big, familar, comforting smile I was reminded of how much happiness one person can bring into someones life without even trying. From 7th grade, defending his straightness to fellow classmates, only to be proven wrong Senior year, to proudly supporting his election to be class treasurer with a certain pink-wearing-annoying-laughing girl, to parading around Junior prom together, the only inter-racial couple there not allegedy dating (how scandolous!), to learning on Christmas Eve his actual sexual prefrence, to graduation, then off to college, and whimsical conversations full of laughter, BIG cases of nostaliga (well, maybe only on my end....) and everyday news to catch up in each others lives. Thinking about all this, just makes me realize how much I miss him and love him and don't tell him often enough. I just wanted to let him know in my own way that though we defnatly do not keep up to date with each other as much as we used to, he is a bigger part of my life than he knows. Some of my best memories from school were created with him by myside and that infectious laugh ringing in my ear. And many the times when I needed a shoulder to cry on or a soul to confide in, he fit the bill in a way not even my closests girlfriends could. Now he's off at school, being a big shot editor for the school newspaper and making loads of friends and succeding in life and doing all the things he talked about doing when we were in school. I admire him so much for the great tasks he has accomplished. He has a drive and determination unlike no one else I have met. When he sets his mind to something, by Gayness it gets done! And he's always willing to lend any body part, (some body parts to certain people *wink wink nudge nudge*) mainly an ear or a shoulder when needed and giving advice the best only way he knows how to give it. No one else has walked in his shoes but him, and very seldom have I ever heard or seen him complain about where he's come from and who he's turned out to be so far.
You my friend, are an amazing and magnificent person.
I love you with all my heart just for being you. For being the only person you know how to be. I just wanted to let you know.
I love you Miguel and you will always be a part of my life. (Wether you like it or not :P)

The Only White Girl You'll Ever TRULY Love,
Jessica

PS: I look forward to having many inter-racial babies with you and letting them reek much havoc on the poor, innocent civilians of Roswell. Mahahaha.

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This was my reply:
WOW - I don't know what to say. I think you actually have me speechless (which we all know NEVER happens). Those were SUCH kind words, and I do thank you. Gosh, is that a tear I feel? You might have made me cry! GURLLLLL!!! AWWWWLLL, and I do love you also. I do remember the good ole' times spent at the schools of Roswell. Mrs. Winter's class 7th grade (I still can't do math!!) to Mr. Allen's English Class - INDENT DAMMNIT! Those were the days, and I guess I do have a way delivering news - on Christmas Eve. Gotta love it! THANK you for the kind words Miss Thang!

Love ya!
~~Miguel

Posted by Miguel on Saturday, April 23, 2005 at 8:17 PM
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THANK YOU GURL!

And the 2005 Honor?s Program begins?The first annual Student Choice Award was given to Dr. Butler (History Professor). Miguel (ME), Alana, and Lee, the SGA officers, presented the award to Dr. Butler.
 

Dr. Seward presenting the Theatre award to meh. YAY for Dr. Seward!