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?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

chronomentrophobia.

the fear of clocks.


before i get into that, though...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANTANA!
you's grown, now! pop the Patron (or the Yellowtail, if you're broke, lmaooo)!!!

the idea of there not being enough hours in the day is quite relative. i was stressed out last night because i really have a lot to do today -

1. class
2. read for psych stats
3. read for adolescence of psychology
4. read for african-americans and children's lit
5. read for food and american lit
6. clean my room
7. attempt to clean the common room
8. maybe wash dishes...

plus, y'know, eat, stay sane, at least TRY to hit people up, maybe go RP a little for a break, blog, that kinda thing. now, i've done #1, and started on #2 and #4, so i feel SOMEWHAT better. the last three i could technically leave for thursday afternoon since the dishes will get washed one way or another and my room isn't unliveable. ah well. we'll see. i like to bounce between tasks, so stuff will get done at a jerky pace.

i finally spoke to Kevin last night, which helped somewhat. he was his normal self on the phone, which was good to hear. he sniffed out that i was upset real quick, though and wouldn't give up until i told him what was wrong. it ended alright... i mean, no one hung up lol and we fell asleep on the phone, which we haven't done since Thursday. good stuff.

eh.. i might come back, but who knows. 'tis all for now, folks.


peace.