Oh Hai.

I'm over here now :)




or www.josapartment.wordpress.com if the link is being stupid.

Memorial Day Weekend!

So, as I stated earlier, I went an amusement park on Sunday. It was super fun, even though I got suckered into driving. 9 of us ended up there, and of course, I was the only one that got nervous about coasters. I cried in line for one. No, really. I ended up having the most fun on that ride though and I could have gone on it again.

Bf had me feeling super spoiled. He bought me dippin' dots, a pretzel and we ate in a restaurant there... BALLERRRRRRRR! Ilovehim.

On Monday, bf and I had a whole on of running around to do. He had lunch with some old college friends, I had some bbqs to attend and we had to go to his aunt's for dinner then to see my goddaughter.

Now, here is where it gets sticky. His hoopty doesn't have air conditioning so he gets all types of sweaty and gross. My baby, my Altima, Marley has all kinds of amenities. so in between lunches and bbqs I had to go get him and then go to his aunt's house.

But he finally got to meet my best guy friends, Spiph and Ron. I was nervous, but they liked him. whew.

So, all in all, it was a great time.

How was your MDW?

The Perfect Amusement Park polish

is OPI Going to the Chapel. I love it. It's bright coral pink with a peachy iridescence. It's one of my new favorites. It reminds me of fun and laughs, two of my favorite things. I'm going to an amusement park tomorrow and I know I'm gonna have loads of fun. woot!

I'll post a pic of my nails as soon as i find my camera...

omgi'materribleblogger

but we all already knew that.

It's been busy over my way. Graduation happened (yay!), bought a car (all by myself), I've moved in with my boyfriend (temporarily), had a baby (my goddaughter, Chloe) and I'm looking to find a job soon (likerightnow).

Currently, my days are filled with running errands and hoping for a call on one of the billions of resumes I've sent out. fingers crossed everyone!

It's super hot in the apartment right now. Like, sweltering. but that's because my bf is getting a cold and I don't want it to get too cold. I wanna stop this illness in its tracks so that we can have fun this weekend. But if not, I'll take good care of him like I always do. So he's been in bed since 9, and I'm lying on the floor trying not to melt, attempting to blog silently and watching the laker game on mute.

And I gotta tinkle. But the bathroom feels reeeeealllly far away right now.


I'm gonna go stick my head in the freezer. Maybe I'll post again later if I don't melt.

and heaven smiled upon me.

I'm graduating.

Not just graduating but WALKING.

After last week's fiasco I could hardly stand to think about it, but my transcript came in the mail the next day, and Monday morning I was in my advisor's office. I was ready to fight.

Luckily, I didn't have to. And I got my cap and gown today. All smiles.

My mommy is coming into town tonight and I have a monstrous amount of stuff to do before she gets here but I've decided to go see a chick flick with my girls. My mom will understand. Hopefully this movie isn't too long.

The next big deal is finding an apartment, and a job that will pay for it. Le Sigh. My work is never done.

I'll be sure to post pictures from graduation when I have them!

Just Call Me Lazarus...

It's been nearly a year since my last post. And A LOT has happened since.

I've decided to resurrect this little diddy of a blog because I'm sure I'm going to need it. Plus, I've missed blogging and I think I have a clear idea of where I want this thing to go.

I'm graduating from Howard University next Saturday (hopefully, but we'll get to that later) and I am excited and terrified. I'm gonna take a year off before heading to grad school and I've decided to chronicle the journey through my year off here. I'm sure it'll be difficult, fun, challenging, and new. I'm looking forward to it.

For the first 8 weeks though, I may still be in school.

Today, at 5:21 I received a call from my academic advisor, who told me that I'm missing one of the necessary classes that I need to graduate. I lost my breath. Tears welled in my eyes as I stood in a crowded metro station. I didn't know what to do. Howard is notorious for dropping an H-bomb on your dreams in the 11th hour, but it wasn't supposed to happen to me. I had always had pleasant experiences with the administration, any issues I had were easily taken care of... I wanted to die.

I struggled to keep from bawling as I walked home.. I wanted to run, I just needed to get to my house so the tears could come. I was coming undone.

When I made it in the house, I made a mad dash to my room and searched for the scheme that showed me all of the classes that I had completed... One was missing. My advisor asked if I had taken any humanities classes that might transfer... I couldn't remember. Then, later, it hit me. I HAD taken an art class in High school at the local community college! I just needed my transcripts. Simple! Just a phone call away!

An hour and a half worth of hold time later, I am still without any info. I'm going to try again tomorrow, after I see my advisor in the morning. Wish me luck. My life is hanging in the balance.

My boyfriend asked me why graduating on time was so important, not in a malicious way, he was trying to calm me out of the hysteria I was in. I explained that my grandparents were coming... both sides. My mom's side all the way from St. Lucia. This is all they have ever wanted for me. They pledged to eat bread and water if they had to in order to get me through school. My uncle Robbie wanted it for me. And if for nobody other than me, I do it for him. My family is so proud. I want them to see me walk across the stage. This has to happen.

I'm going to make it happen.

The roomate strikes again...

I am starving.




But I cannot cook.




Because 1. there are no clean dishes and 2. because there is food in cooking vessels all over the kitchen.


Some of the dishes in the sink have been there for almost two weeks. I saw an ant today. This is no bueno.

Have you Ever...

gone to Taco Bell and ordered in spanish when the black lady behind the register clearly does not speak spanish and pretended to be very frustrated because she doesn't understand and you're like "dude, this is TACO BELL, why don't you know Spanish???" and then you storm out but then half way home you realize you never got your nachos and then you're temporarily sad again but then you realize it could be worse and you could be the confused cashier?




I have. Because I'm an asshole.





YO. TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO FOLLOW ME!!


If I don't make them a little happier inside, I'll give them $5.

Reason #89345789475 nobody wants me in their religion...

So i was watching "What's Love Got to do With It" on VH1 the other day and I found it really funny. I know I shouldn't as a black woman who grew up n a home with domestic violence, but I couldn't help it. So I'm laughing as Tina gets her ass beat for not singing the songs to Ike's liking.


Then comes Nutbush.




awwwwwwww NUTBUSH!!!




Cracked out Ike rapes Tina to that song. Rapes her to a song called 'Nutbush.'




Now I don't condone domestic violence and I don't think rape is at all funny but.. shit. I guess you had to be there.

Have you ever...

said something that could loosely be interpreted as sexual and then out of nowhere, someone that you know but not really decides they wanna take the innuendo and run with it? Then you think the two of y'all are joking and you're play-flirting back and then you realize that this guy is totally serious because he asks where you live and you're all "WTF, when did this happen?"



I'm so there.




And this kid is not even cute enough to be talking to me the way he is. The only thing redeeming him was the fact that he had a cute dog but then I come to find out that he doesn't even have the dog anymore. sigh. I'm going to bed.

This is a blog about pancakes.

Seriously.


I've actually been craving them all week, but somehow in my head they are more work than french toast, so I've had french toast about 6 times this week.

Actually, pancakes make me sad recently. I think it's because I'm so homesick. Making pancakes would make me think of my mom and mommy is so far away. I cried all over the Mother's Day card I sent to her today.

I'm a pussy I know.

Speaking of pussies, have you seen Cassie's? That's the singer, I know most people don't know who the fuck the bitch is, but yeah. it's her. Her funbags and her poon have been floating all over the internet after somebody "hacked into her computer."

Come on now, don't be a whore for propaganda.

At first, it was just her titicacas, then surfaced a photo of her spread eagle with all her piercings gleaming in the light of the webcam.

Jesus, take the wheel.


This is TOTALLY not what I came her to talk about.

I'm gonna make a sex tape. That would speed up this whole 'becoming famous' thing, fo sho.

I kind of hate myself right now.

I miss him.

Not the him that cuddles with me, or that texts me just because he was thinking of me. Nope, not him.

I miss the other one. The one that broke my heart, the one that made me cry, the one I gave everything too.

The one that lied to me, that took me for granted and took advantage. The one who made me happiest, then turned around and caused me to feel the most hurt I've ever experienced.

And I feel stupid. Because after it all, I still wish he was here. I wish he was mine. And it still hurts. Hurts so bad.

They say in the end you always think of the beginning.. I'm thinking about the birthday cake I made, the Valentines text I got, the study sessions that didn't have any studying, the late night phone calls, the cuddling, October 24... I want 2008 back. I want him back.

I want us back.

And at the very same time I feel terrible because I have an amazing man in my life who cares about me and I'm really falling for him. Albeit a bit more carefully than last time, but falling nonetheless. And I never want for him to feel like he's sharing me or fighting for my heart because he doesn't have to... which contradicts everything I've said. I hate this.

I just had a thought...

I'm pretty sure my best friend, Valerie, hates me.

Well maybe not hates me HOLY FUCK OPRAH LOOKS SO GOOD WITH HER HAIR LIKE THAT!!


I'm sorry. That happens sometimes.


but any way, Valerie has to think I'm a pain in the ass. I mean I move all the way across the country and I call her so I can cry like a blubbering idiot and I know that's gotta be annoying especially when there are so many other fun and awesome things one could be doing and the only reason she keeps me in her life is because she's concerned that I'm a suicide risk and she just doesn't want that blood on her hands.

Speaking of blood, did you know that horseshoe crabs have blue blood? It's because the elemental component of their hemoglobin in copper, not iron like ours.

Star Jones looks like a walrus.


I'm so sorry for this. Please return to your lives as they were, as I'm sure this doesn't even make sense anymore.


I <3 valerie. and oprah. and mexican food. fuck. there I go again.

I need a red bull.

That bitch looks like a salamander.

:|



I'm not even joking. I would post her picture but that would just cause more drama than it's worth.




ugh. DOWNGRADE DOWNGRADE DOWNGRADE!!!!!!

Is that a lacefront?

Who knew Trey Songz got his start on Tyra?!?!

please note the silky smooth yaki, freshly sewn in... it's beautiful. Beyaki, take notes.

OW! Tyra looks like she creamed her panties and smelled something awkward at the same time.

Voice even has the Trey face down. 

yum.

OH. Around the 1:40 mark it cuts to some white lady repeating the praise Tyra gives herself so you can stop around there. 

Or just keep watching if you're into that kind of thing.

Pharrell is my favorite :)

I've always been exposed to Mr. Williams, especially in the last few months because a certain person in my life was basically obsessed with him. And oddly, though it would annoy me if it was anyone else, I tolerated and even mildly enjoyed cyberstalking Pharrell through Australia. Just because it made that person happy. Sick, huh?

But I digress. 

It's odd that soon after  that person is out of my life, I fall totally in love with Skateboard P. Mostly because of this lovely display of fuckery in Paris.

I love a man who can make up a song about various foodstuffs off the top of his head. And of course accompany it with an awkward, Michael Jackson inspired dance.

I think I'm in love.

I'm gonna stab him...

He told me he would be here in an hour... FOUR AND A HALF HOURS AGO.

Inconsiderate bastard.

grrr.

I forgot my damn camera cord...

so I can't upload the pictures that I took yesterday at the beach! I actually had a lot of fun. I collected shells for Everett, drew in the sand and met a really nice family from Kentucky. I guess there's just gonna have to be lots of pics when I get back to DC on friday. Or maybe not. depends on how much work I can get done and I have a lot to do.

I'm not exactly sure what we're doing today. But the sun is all the way out today and I'm super excited. It's not that warm, only in the 60s, but I'll take it.

bbl. :)

Holy Hell, it's only Monday?

I totally woke up this morning thinking it was Tuesday and that made me very excited... cause there would only be 3 days left in this 'vacation.' Honestly, I would be content to stay in bed and watch TV all day, that's a vacation to me. But yesterday I was taken on a tour. A tour of what? THE BEACH. 

I'm from California. Wtf. 

It was so foggy that we couldn't see the beach anyway. I guess. 

Then we went to an amazing seafood restaurant and the food was soooo yummy!

It's raining today. It's gonna be cold. I should have gone to Miami. But I'm gonna try my best to enjoy the rest of this trip. On the brighter side of things, I think we're going to the aquarium today which makes me super excited. really. I LOVE animals. That really made my morning.

holler!

Greetings from Myrtle Beach!!!

So we have just arrived in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We should have been here hours ago, but it was supremely necessary to spend a few hours in North Carolina in a town called Leland. (Google Map that shit, promise you won't be disappointed.) Then we went to this awesome place called Golden Corral for dinner and it was absolutely fantastic.

I have also decided that my bestie's mom is the worst. driver. ever. I'm from California, I've seen some crazy shit on the roads but this lady has some screws loose. She swerves, stops short, stops RANDOMLY,(like brake lights a mile ahead, slam on the brakes type business) and is just generally not good at it. She was making me carsick with all the extracurricular movements. 

The villa is really nice, and I just got a lecture on how timeshares work. Now the bestie and I are in our room watching Bridezillas. Good Shit. Wish me luck for the rest of this week. :)