I don’t understand why your last quarter/semester of university you have to take a full load. Major WTF moment.
How are we supposed to find jobs/apartments/commencement details if we have to focus on classes.
Senioritis has hit me HARD.
THIS IS ME. omg.
These kids are doing more in their 1st and 2nd year’s of college than I’ve done in my 5 years. I feel like a prude.
That awkward experience when everyone’s talking about their love life, and you realize you don’t have one.
I have to come to the conclusion that it doesn’t make me weird or anything, it’s just that I don’t put myself out there. I’m always at this god-forsaken university. But at the same time, can’t go to parties with some of my friends thinking I’ll meet someone, because i’ll just end up being that awkward black girl in the corner.
I have a small, slight, minute, crush on a guy but I would never act on it. He’s younger than me, a better person (spiritually) than me, and he’s protected by all his female friends like he’s a movie star or some shit. But I still wouldn’t act on it. i would benefit nothing from liking a guy when I’m getting ready to graduate.
Everyone’s always saying they need or want a boyfriend. I don’t NEED one, but it would be nice to actually have a real relationship(shit) as an adult.
Mel Bochner, “Oh Well” (2010).
This pretty much sums up my day. Also, can’t stop thinking about the Bochner show I saw at the National Gallery last fall.
I went thrifting. The glorious thrift shop that now everyone has hopped on the bandwagon. last year was the first time i’ve been in a thrift store with people my own age. It’s funny, especially since we all look for the same things.
Anyways, i bought a pair of levi’s. My mistake was not really looking at the inseam and not trying them on. (how the bleep do you try jeans on in a thrift store, in the winter?) They looked nice, not worn out and still in good quality. I was sold on my 5 dollar levi’s. And then i tried them on at home and they are a little too snug and high-waters. (I’m not tall but i’m not short either. I just want something longer than a 32 inseam or they have to be tucked into boots. )
I have such bad luck with jeans!! I just had to vent this out. Makes me angry when i have to re-donate jeans or give them away.
At least they were only 5 dollars.
this is such a fierce outfit. My lord, I love ankara fabric. Or any African fabric for that matter. I’ve only bought some twice, but I’ve never found in fabric like THAT here in the states. Sigh. All i really want is a real silk kimono and some ankara fabric in purple( lol).
Well not exactly.
I’ve come to the conclusion that i am fascinated and infatuated by guys who play instruments, do spoken word/write poetry, DJ, dance, sing, or paint/draw. It totally makes sense now. All the guys i’ve liked ever since high school either gave me a mix CD or played songs from movie soundtracks on a cello for me. I’ve had guys write me poetry, or play guitar over the phone to help me sleep. Or share with me their latest raps or song mix they’ve produced. And i soak it all up. I’m their biggest fan.
Doesn’t mean any guy can pick up a guitar and make the undies drop, it just means that I appreciate creativity. I like when someone is so excited about something they’re creating, you can see the passion in their eyes, in their words; it inspires me. Plus, when you have a connection through some form of art, you can talk for hours on end. I’m not sure if that explains it, but I guess through their passion and love for what they do, I’m inspired as well to do something that gives me the same type of satisfaction.
or Maybe I just want to be a muse. haha.
i started this new year with sound of gunshots and a text message from a person I’d rather not talk to. But i thought a lot about 2011 while i sipped on my sleepy time tea.
I’m not scared anymore to start life after college. Better yet, i need to. I’m so restless at home and everything i’m interested in relates to travel or international things.
It’s okay to not have a freaking clue has to where I’m going or what i’m going to be when i “grow up.”
OMG, i want to make these! they’re so cute.
first time making these for a lovely 4 year old! ignore the toothpicks, they hadn’t been transported yet. most fun i’ve ever had decorating!
I really don’t know what’s going on with me, personally. This whole semester I’ve forgotten due dates, turned stuff in late, didn’t turn things in at all, or just didn’t try. I feel as if I’m defeating myself before even trying to put forth my best effort. I really don’t get it. I can put myself in a good environment for schoolwork and end up accomplishing nothing over a hour or more. I’ve had library books sitting on my desk all semester, but i never opened them. I never met with the professor. I just let everything pass me by. And i never get anything done on the weekend. If this wasn’t my last year of school, i would take a semester off to clear my head, because I’m clearly not focused.
