Ah shit.

I found out from E-man back in philosophy at my alma mater, that Nicole has been dealing with a lot of stuff… Which finally explains why she hadn’t gotten back to my emails, texts, or calls.

Her cat died- he was a rescue cat, and was there during the whole thing with Dr. Rabbit, a big part of the parties she hosted… And then on top of that, she has an overload of a workload. I thought I was bad, but nope she takes the cake!

I feel awful for calling last night looking to ask her to be a reference for a job application…

It’s settled- I’m going to take her out for a drink this weekend I get back.

Unexpected?

The_Text

 

This was my text to Bucky. Kate had said that she wasn’t liking Bucky since she always bails on the last-minute, which in my defense it was because I always invited her 2 days before wanting to go out…

But maybe the hints I’ve been leaving on tumblr or the fact that I straight up complemented and slightly batter my eyes on a Facebook post of hers that might have made her realize “oh. She does have a thing for me… What’s 3 hours on the road…? I did turn her down twice before back when she did live in IL…”

I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but still… It’s some hope. Even though, I did kinda hit it off with Mo, I can’t seem to fully bring myself to get over the whole blind factor. I feel like I’m not responsible enough.  Sure I love the conversations we get into, but I haven’t really thought about anything else, whereas with Bucky I feel shy and nervous around but I know for a fact that I’m attracted to her and that we could have more conversations if we did talk more/ I wasn’t shy as hell and just straight up told her how I started to feel about her since April.

Also, I’m doing better in school. I’m feeling more motivated. YES!

Just My Luck

Right after my midterm/ class, I hit the road home eating out my lovely co-pilot… A bag of popcorn.

As soon as I get back in town, I get rear ended by this little kid who was texting and driving.

The next day (Saturday), I went to the bank, and saw Bucky. I didn’t expect my breath getting caught again as soon as I saw her. After we chatted and right before I left she asked me to let her know when I’m in town again because she wants to get that cup of coffee still. It totally raised my spirits to hear her say that.

Since then, I’ve been just staying afloat in class. Tuesday, I was made a fool out of by the professor, and so I tried to make it up to myself by volunteering every day this week.

Tomorrow is my coffee outing with Mo and then I don’t know… I really want to go back home and take Bucky out but…

I really should study.

Feeling Chatty…

It’s seriously 11 hours before my property midterm, and all I can think of is blogging and job applications to Starbucks…

And google has come through yet again with another wonderful picture to describe my fear of tomorrow…

So Hard to Stay Updated…

I survived 4/5 midterms with average/ below average grades in most of my classes. I have one more midterm tomorrow, and might I say FUCK FUCK FUCK! It’s the one class that I’m extremely lost in. I just hope that the midterm in there just might be a bit easier than the things I’ve been looking at in there.

Updates… So last weekend, my parents came up to see me in Mock Trial. It was my first time competing in what feels like ages, but it’s only been 6 ish months. My phone went off in trial, and afterwards I checked to see who dared to text me.

It was Brooklyn. She texted “You have mock trial today, right? Good luck!”

I was actually a bit flabbergasted… It was the event I invited her to see me in, and since then we hardly spoke at all, and then that? I sent a quick response saying thanks. It wasn’t the last time I talk to her that day…

My parents arrived during the second trial, and they saw me “pretend” to be a lesbian attorney on trial for murder. Funny how that is partially true- the lesbian part, not the being under suspicion of murder. And even then I still identify with bisexual. Anyway, we went out for dinner and a movie… My mom and I saw The Judge, and then as I was driving back to my apartment, she had an attack… It was there my mom dropped the news about requiring dialysis or a kidney transplant.

It was right in that instant that my world crashed after just managing to stay afloat for so long to at least get through midterms.

I quickly did the most research I could, and then I texted Brooklyn being formal and only sticking to medical terms. I didn’t want to explain why I was asking about CKD, or anything and she just gave me the info and then we stopped talking.

Fast forward almost a week later to yesterday. I decided to finally ask my advisor to meet with me about the accelerated program. When I was walking into the office area, I chatted with the assistant dean and the secretary. They were so friendly and asked about how I’m adjusting, which I said I’m acclimating okay but I just have a lot going on outside of school. The dean asked about it, and I told her about my mom. She said she wanted to meet with me for moral support and to shoot her an email, and I said I’ll send her an email after my midterm. Then a 2L came out, and we started chatting. He’s a very intriguing character… Let’s call him Mo. Mo is blind. Not saying that he’s not able to do anything, but it intrigues me how well he’s doing in law school. We got on the topic of religion and about his sight. He said something during our discussion that really made me think… I stated that he must have a guardian angel protecting him when a bomb exploded on him, and damaging his eyes forever. He said that why is it luck- that wouldn’t death be something setting him free instead of living strangely… It was at that moment my advisor came out looking for me after her phone interview.

I told him I’d email him once I got back last night (and I did). Once in the advisor’s office, we talked about the accelerated program and then we got on the topic of stress. She mentioned that everyone in law school goes through a crisis… and so when I ended of breaking down about the news of my mom, she said “I think this just might be your crisis. We’ll get through it”

Last night, Mo and I emailed about our hobbies and reincarnation. He suggested we should talk more over coffee, and so I agreed and now we have a coffee date this Friday… I told Shawn since we still text everyday, and he definetely made me laugh with his line of questioning in texts.

Shawn: Male or female?
Me: Male.
Shawn: OH DAMN! Switching it up.
Me: Congrats… I couldn’t keep a straight face on just now in class.
Shawn: Which class are you in?
Me: My second to worst one- Torts.  

Raven-Symoné responds to critics: ‘I never said I wasn’t black’

Cedelle:

The fact that she doesnt want to be labeled, kind of identifies her (in my mind at least) as a hipster or a scene queen from 2007…

Not that I’m putting a label on her.

Originally posted on theGrio:

Raven-Symoné is speaking out for the first time after her highly publicized interview with Oprah Winfrey on Where Are They Now?

The 28-year-old former Disney star made headlines over the weekend after telling Oprah that she’s “tired of being labeled,” and more specifically, she does not wish to be categorized as “an African-American.”

“I’m tired of being labeled,” Symoné said. “I’m an American. I’m not an African-American. I’m an American.”

Symoné told Oprah she wasn’t sure “what country in Africa” she was from but that she did know her family’s roots are in “Louisiana.”

Symoné later clarified her statement telling Oprah, “What I really mean by that is I’m an American. That’s what I really mean. I have darker skin. I have a nice, interesting grade of hair. I connect with Caucasian. I connect with Asian. I connect with Black. I connect with Indian. I connect with each culture.”

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