naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Monday, August 11, 2008

chillinoutmaxinrelaxinallcool.

so today is my first week with absolutely no work... and what happened? i woke up at 7 am, that's what happened... got woke up again by a phone call at like almost 10 am... so i finally get up at about... oh, 11 am. i'm thinking i'mma be relaxing today since i got a whole lot to do tomorrow... WRONG. it started raining and for some no good reason, all the water in the world decided to fall in sheets down my screen window. so, me being rational, i close the window BUT the window doesn't close all the way, so i'm stuck with water just pouring into my room. so i grab the three towels in my room and attempt to stop it, which worked, but now i have godawful amounts of laundry to do tomorrow. here's what tomorrow is looking like.

  • wake up at about 7 or 8 am. get my laundry together plus MAYBE my linen, if i don't decide to do it next week before i leave.
  • go out to Bank of America on 125th. pick up my temporary debit card, since i lost my old one and my new one's in the mail.
  • withdraw money.
  • come home, do laundry, and put it away. hopefully be done with all of this by noon.
  • go back out to 125th street to buy Kevin a going-away gift with Jaynina... and maybe a card for him, too.
  • go to Rite Aid or Duane Reade and pick up some stuff.
  • either get my eyebrows done or do 'em myself.
  • come home, clean the bathroom... or my room.
whirlwind, much? yeah.

oh, so Wednesday is the last day i'll see Kevin. oooohh, boy [pouts] i'mma miss him a lot. i mean, i leave soon, too, but still... distance is a bitch relationship wise. like, dead serious, i had people tell me to not even waste my time by TALKING to him... friends AND family. they were like "nah, it's too far, it won't last, there's no point, he could be seeing someone behind your back" yadda yadda yadda. well, we made seven months today, didnt we? i know, seven months realy isn't that long, but hey... it's something.

i'm supposed to call Tynaia to talk to her since i ust saw her again after like... almost two years? yeah, but her phone was still off last time i called and besides, she said she was gonna give my number to her cousin aka one of my ex's.... how about no? i really don't feel like dealing with Isaiah and his mess again. i'm in a solid relatioship and i honestly don't feel like talking to him AT ALL.

i've been getting really into this whole thing about developmental psychology. i bought a book called "the boy who was raised as a dog" about a week ago and i'm halfway through it. it's amazing, talking about how environment can affect children, how something as simple as not talking to your baby or not being affectionate or not responding to their cries on a timely matter can have, if repeated, a seriously detrimental effect on that child's life later on. now i'm watching "brain child" on National Geographic about child geniuses and how early brain-stimulating games can have profound effects on their IQ and ability to learn after they hit about 15 months, if you start really early. i'm thinking about all this in the context of my idea of my future with my family. let's say i have a son first (since i'm planning a maximum of three kids... though i'd still like to keep it at one) and i go on maternity leave from my job. that means about three months to a half a year off the job, maybe one month leading up to the birth and then two - five months just for caring for my baby. within that critical period, not only talking to my son, but talking in complete sentences, playing games, repetition of songs and stories, smiling, holding, everything we see as normal for a mother-baby reltionship, makes all the difference in my child's mental foundation. i have to admit, though - it would be kind of cool to have a gifted kid like the ones on this NatGeo show. there was this two-year-old who learned how to read in two weeks. He just asked his mom to read him a book out loud, pointing at each of the words as she read every day for a week. then he did it again with another book for another week. after that, he knew how to read and never wanted to be read to again. it's really cool. then again, stuff like that can become a burden on top of being a blessing. if you start as a prodigy, people expect these amazing things from you for the rest of your life. and what if you can't live up to it? and you don't wanna be exploited and it's hard to be tha parent, making sure that they're always stimulated and kept busy... it's a mess. it's hard enough just being considered "smarter", but to be considered "gifted" is a whole other ballgame. ehhh. that's why i leave all the guesswork with these things up to God.

uhmm... i think i'm finished with all of my school shopping, but i still want another bra or two and maybe some new shoes... but probably not. who knows we'll see when i get this next check in. oh boy, i need to order my textbooks and buy school supplies, too.. i'll see if i can strike a deal with my parents - if i buy all the school supplies, then they can buy my books. i dropped my Harlem Renaissance class today because it had lke 15 books listed for the curriculum... i'l pass. now i just need to get the rest of the books. i'm REALLY looking forward to Culture, Language, and the Education of the Black Student, if i ever get into it. we're even supposed to be reading "PUSH", which is gonna be fun, since i haven't read that book since 8th grade or so.

uhm... i don't think i'm gonna pledge =[ MAYBE. idk yet.

i still think i'm gonna drop the A-Cats. they stressed me out last year and i'm not about to go through that again, especially since they're not the be all and end all of my school career. i need to make sure my academics are on point with this daggone 18 credits i'm taking. i need to up my GPA these next two semesters. bah.


peace.

1 comment:

Adina Renée. said...

i took 18 credits last semester, that shit is hard but you can do it hun.