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?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

vivalavida.

woooorrrddd.

so i'm back in STL. yup yup. i got all situated into my room and such, which is cool, i'm loving the setup thus far. i' still a little shaky on what's gonna happen when this negro comes up here to visit for his spring break. i don't even know if he'll make it up here... well, let's think happy thoughts, right? =/ any-old-ways, life with my new suitemates has been cool... no problems. we had a candy fight last night, lmaooo. uhhh... yeah. life's good.


oh, so Kevin's been on a complete loveyish overhaul, which i find cute, sweet, and amusing all at once. i mean, it's nice that he's seen what i was upset about and has been making attempts to rectify the situation, but i feel like we shouldn't technically have these problems to begin with.... ah, well... i mean, everyone has their situations, right? i think i'd be more worried if we never had problems. besides, we're like the weird-ish couple, y'know? our conversation last night was basically a brief description of each of our days and then we went into cussing each other out for a while. then we hung up to take a shower, got back on the phone and went to sleep... after more cursing, lol. whateverrrrrr, negrooooooo.

i still gotta buy my books. [yawns] i don't feel like it... but dad said he'd pay for half and it's only looking like i'll be paying $300 total, so that's not TOO bad. it could always be better, though, like FREEEEE, but that's whatever. it is what it is, right?

my stomach is fucking upppppp.

oh, and i'm hungry. i think i'mma hit up subway's and get me a big ol' sweet onion teriyaki sammidge before my 5:30 class. i'm trying to stay on main campus instead of going allllll the way back to my room and then alllll the way back to class. man, i got four classes in the same building on the same day. i mean, i'm not complaining, but it was a little mystifying. oh, i can't be in Culture, Language, and the Education of Black Students, which suuccckkksss, but now i'm supposed to be taking Teaching Reading in the Elementary School instead, which would be cool because that class doesn't have a final (which probably means i have to write a paper, blaaaahh). i'm a little nervous, though, because we'll have to teach one-on-one with a child and also learn to teach ina group setting. now, i'm usually pretty okay with working with little kids, i just don't know if i'm good enough at it for a grade, lol. meh.

ugh, i still gotta kill two hours. alright, i'mma feed myself before this Tylenol and water goes crazy in my tummy.


peace.

1 comment:

Adina Renée. said...

good thing you get along with your roommates, it would suck if you didn't.