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Thursday

Wonderfully Wet Wednesdays....


I cantbelieve I actually went to class today. It took some effort. In any event,I went. I'm also currently reading the Last harry potter, which I cannot put down!!! It's great!!! moving on, I helped my friend Liz at her Miss Black UK Pageant. I did her hair, which turned out to be fabulous...at least that's what everyone said. They could be lying, the fake wenches.I stayed in the dressing room for most of the time, of which I looked around and sighed.(sigh) lol.I am a theater buff untill I die!!! having been in it since I was ten. I miss it, and I think I'm gonna go out for it next year...I just cant stay away... I missed another opportunity to get my phone today.That old man is definitely getting his jollies off on my private delights, I tell you....

Tuesday

Terrible Tuesdays...the rain on my leg in pain...

so...hmm I forgot. This morning I rolled out of bed, did not brush my teeth, hair, or brush the sleep out of my eyes, and went to class. It's raining here, and will be for the next week. Yippee, seeing as this is supposed to be our homecoming week. Just terrible for the hair plans, man. Anyway, everybody was nice and cozy in their rain boots/galoshes/whatever and me and my best friend/roomie kayla were like, completely soaked.And cold. And hungry. So we siddled on over to the Commons, this buffet we have on campus after class. We went with a gameplan: to bring large totes and stock up on food so that we wouldnt have to use our debit cards or meal plans! Great...so I have something to share with you. If you want to wrap up food but you only have styrofoam plates/bowls/cups, then this is what you do:
*Grab tooth picks or lots of plastic forks
*put food securely in bowls/plates and put extra on top
*break off tines of fork and stab into the styrofoam (toothpicks too!) to fasten it in place
*stash/stack securely in bag
*leave quickly and quietly...
and that was what we did.
And I lost my freaking phone!!! I was panicking, man, because I definitely dont have a lock on that bad boy....many people's lives can be affected by the crap in that phone....later today we went to the mall in search of those mystical rain boots that we saw everybody wearing but nobody could freaking tell us where to find. It was a complete bust, and we were looking like ghetto project hoes with scarves on (gotta protect that weave!!!lol) and sweatshirts over those...I'm so ashamed. Joan crawford said (and I quote,)"If I'm not feeling like being Joan Crawford today, then you simply wont see me today. I have an image and reputation to protect. If you want the girl next door, go next door." She's glorious....(love you mommy dearest!!!)But, an old man called my kaylas phone while we were at wetseal and told us he found it on the bus!!! YESSS! (sweet, three-pointer...)but I am sort of concerned....I got naked pics, pics of dudes, freaky texts....more than on old white man craving some chocolate could ask for!!!(hypothetically)..gross. So here I am, supposed to be studying Astronomy and political science...you see how that's going.This wonderful bruise from the sewer on my knee and thigh is turning a lovely green shade...how fabulous.I really dont want to roll out of bed tomorrow....

A wonderful weekend, a wonderful week... This is gonna cum back and bite me in the ass...






So I had a horrible weekend. I mean, terrible. Friday, My EX-best friend left me downtown alone in the cold at one thirty at freaking nite to be with her boyfriend, while I had to catch a ride home. (wench, I want my $40 for that cab, too) I told her from the beginning I didnt want to go walking up and down the strip in the highlands on a double-date, becasue I was tired. We could go to a movie or something. She agreed. But an hour later, I found myself trapped in a car with no jacket, no cash and the begginings of a headache....Two hours later, some afrcian man in a dingy taxi was taking the lllooooonnnngggesssst way home so he could charge me as much as possible. Thanks, mr. African man. Saturday I shopped alone, becasue everyone was at their respective colleges and no one was home. (sigh) and everyone my age was going to frankfort for a college homecoming party...(well whoopty freakin do)I think, you go to one party, you've been to them all..anyway, sunday I drive back to campus in Lexington for the first time. It was a moderately scary experience, but actually turned out to be quite easy. However, as I was walking back to my dorm with my friend louis, I stepped right into a sewer grate-vent thingy and I thought I broke my daggone leg. i was dusty and muddy, my purse was busted, and my crack was hanging out of my pants becasue I was in some weird split cheerleader position...(omg)Everybody crowded around from nowhere. Asking if I was ok...I wish I had broken my leg so I coulda sued the school....anyway, I had to limp the rest of the way back to the dorm with Louis doing renditions of me swooping out of sight and moaning. Early today was pretty uneventful. I went to class. I came home. Whoopee. But around ten, me and my motley crew went to Mia's, a gay bar that's got this little hole-in-the-wall thing goin. I was totally slutted up (a usual for me) and everybody else was all, contempo casual. (hey, I'm the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan...heehee.)So we get there and the karoake's going and there are peeps mingling everywhere. We're dancing all over the place, with me trying to shake a titty out of my dress, when the waiter comes over and tells us we have to order a drink and leave. Great. We're all broke college students.So all is lost untill this 38 yr old waiter comes up and starts talkn...to me....ugh. But nowadays I say, hey if the price is right...lol(I'm joking...or am I?) he wants my number. Do I give it to him? The high point of the nite was us cheering for this fat gurl who was horribly drunk and begged fir us to cheer when she sang. But she actually wasn't bad...hmm.We got stopped by this random homeless man who asked us all for a dollar,which we gave up. (hey, he coulda been jesus.Or a crackehead.)We got caught in the rain coming back and my weave is jacked....yipee. (maybe he wasnt jesus after all....EVERYBODY knows that water is a black woman's kryptonite...)But, it couldve been worse. It also couldve been better. Isn't that my life, tho?