Estoy Aqui

I'm in Tally getting transcripts so I can get on with my life, OMG, why is my alma mater charging me $10 for one?!?!?!?!?!?!?! i just can't believe that!!! What happened to $5?!??! MAAAAAAAYBE $8?? TEN dollars is just plain rude and very inconsiderate. I know we in a reccession, but damn.

I took Tima to the shelter. I couldn't take her anymore. In my old age, i've become neater and neater. She was simply too messy for me. I like to come home to a clean place and clean it even more WHEN I WANT TO. She was making me do too much. And summer is here, she would've put salt in my travelling game. I felt horrendous but i knew it was for the best for both of us. Someone is going to get an energetic puppy and I get to go wherever I want for as long as I want.

I decided I want to have a drink every day of summer vacay and possibly get drunk. It sounds like fun, especially since I didn't use my college days wisely in that respect. 10am sounds like a fun time to start sippin on asti, what do you think?

Speaking of drinking, i've CORRECTLY calcuated the number of times I was throw-up drunk: 4. i forgot SUM '04 when I was road tripping all over Florida. Oh yes, the house party in Orlando had me feeling like i was in a wave pool. and I got sea-sick in the bushes.

I found an e-mail I sent Jameil last year and I'm strangely on track with what I planned for my life. I'll explain 'strangely' later.

I HAVE to do a lot of moving and shaking this summer. I need a trip to ATL, DFW, DC, NC, BAL, NYC, LAS before August 15, 2010. And if I can use my passport between now and back to school, I will consider my 30 before 30 accomplished. I know, that's only 1 before 30 but I don't have lofty goals in the summer, sue me.

Jameil has pointed out that ONLY when I'm with my friend Kitty, does utter foolishness occur. SO TRUE. You have no idea how many emails I've sent Jam from my phone abt what me and Kit have gotten into. Harmless fun like hopping stone walls to hunt mangoes to "are we gonna going to jail?" popping up in my mind whilst we were driving thru GA. I can't imagine how our lives would've been if we were white girls at a PWI.

Oh, a 30 before 30 just popped into my mind, I may have shared it with you already: catch a Dallas game IN Dallas. I think I want to pop my NFL experience cherry with a Cowboys game... yeah, that'll be an AWESOME first time. Then I can have an orgasm in the store... again. Y'all have no idea how buck wild I went in there in Feb... it was like eating the best sushi in the most fabulous hotel room and then jet-setting to Fashion Week in Paris and having an afterparty on a yacht.

*I JUST SHARED MY DEEPEST FANASTY WITH Y'ALL*

Anyway, I'm bout to go to campus and print some papers. I'll holllllllla!

I've always had a thing for V-A...

Arlington Public Schools

Alexandria City Public Schools

DC Public Schools

Fairfax County Schools




All have been tediously applied to so now I register and study for the Praxis and keep this momentum going! Woo!


"Oh let's do it!"

New Plans

As you may or may not know, I considered bailing on Texas because the application process seemed so tedious and expensive. It took the admonishing of DaniQ for me to realize I need to get back in the game and make my dreams come true. They aren't going to appear before my eyes, I have to put in work and in addition to grace from God, it'll happen.

After further consideration, I decided I will finish the Arlington application process but I will also look intothe DMV. Yeah, ill apply to Arlington, VA as well. I spoke with my fave uncle in Springfield, VA and he's all for it. If I can't find a place to stay, I am welcome in his home. He said he'll tell Fave Aunt (Auntie A) and she's going to be excited.

So I guess I'm moving to Va?? Pray me up for this please. I feel like this will be a better and wiser step for me at this point.

June 1

June 1st was my Godfather's funeral. This was the first one I was involved in emotionally and literally. If you remember about 5 years back, I went to my first funeral ever. It was the grandmother like figure in the guy I was dating's life. We drove to Alabama from Tally, I met the fam, I thought I was in there. Y'all might remember how that turned out.

The next funeral I attended was one of an old lady at my church. My brother was more attached to her than I was.

The last one was last March. It was my Godsister's Godmother. She was the Hamptonian who died from breast cancer. I boo-hooed at that funeral because her daughter was a junior in high school and her mom wasn't there to help her get ready for Prom or see her graduate this year. It was such a sad, sad, funeral!

But Godfather's was sad in a different way. Even though I didn't cry AS MUCH, the tears were definitely more personal. Hearing people come up to speak abt Godfather actually made me smile and nod in agreement. It was when the church choir sang a medley of the songs Godfather loved that got me slumped in my seat. Luckily, I was sitting next to my brother and he put his arm around me. I started crying and singing along with the choir. Those songs were songs I like to sing as well. Another time was when my oldest Godsister sang, "The Greatest Luv of All"... man, that song hits your heart no matter the occassion; or maybe just mine cause it feel like it should be every teacher's song.

When the pallbearers stood up to carry Godfather out, the whole family stood as well. The minute my brother and Godbrother grabbed the casket, I fell back into my seat hysterical. It was like the whole thing was just a forum on how great Godfather was but to see 12 men (yes, twelve), all who I know and 2 I'm very close with lift that rose gold coffin... it was too much. My Godfather is in there! He's really gone! He's not just sick and in his room resting! He's resting forever! Too much!

The ladies of the family followed the men with the flowers. Me, other Spencer Lakers, and friends of Godsisters' wiped our tears and left the church with glorious white lilies, roses, and mums. As I was walking out, I was not surprised but lovingly amazed at all the familiar faces I saw in the church and outside. What was really comforting was all the classmates we had who were in attendance. The guys from our highschool's GDP were there and some of their mothers. I've known some of them since elementary school and the others since freshman year and we are all pretty much one big family but it was still nice to see and hug them.

The ceremony at the memorial gardens... the actual placement of Godfather in the mausoleum (that's the wall, right?), seeing the immediate family place roses on his casket before it was fitted into and sealed forever...? The roughest. I've never been the the gravesite before. It's so... final. I was sobbing in the arms of a Spencer Laker and Stanley was crying behind his shades with his fiance holding him... man.

The repast was a lighter mood, I caught up with a 99er who's in med school and chatted it up with his mom who I've known forever. Just found out she's a Rattler! Mostly everyone present had some form of FAMU nalia on their car and I heard someone talk about The Moon (a club everyone goes to). Nice dinner then we left to rest. I tried to take a nap but the time escaped me. It was time to go back to the house. People were eating, drinking, smoking cigars, playing music and dominoes... a nice atmosphere. I caught up with another Spencer Laker/99er who's doing the music thing. We talked and talked. It was nice. He shared with me the death of his oldest sister and what Godfather was on the other side of the hospital door literally with open arms for him to cry in. It was the first and only time he cried for her.

The time came for me to leave, I had to go to work, it was the 2nd to last day of school. I should've called in cause apparently, I looked as bad as I felt. Oh well, that's life and death.

I plan on going to Godparents' house today. Now that the week has passed and everyone is gone, I'm sure she'd appreciate the quiet company.