While You Were Out…

I’m like a baby. Well, more like a peek-a-boo enthusiast. Once I put my hands over my eyes, the universe implodes into an unfathomable white hole. At least that’s what I think happens when I neglect to post for a while. I’m sure that’s not the case at all. Your lives probably continue; reluctantly checking your emails, being scolded at Starbucks when you call a ‘tall’ a ‘small’, and washing the whites you’ve saved up for three months.  Rather than regaling you with the ins and outs of my obviously posh life fill of celebrity and adventure, I’ll do what I’m good at; making lists. My life for the last couple of months in pictures and videos.

1…. met Rosario Dawson. She’s pretty bad-ass!

2. Homecoming 2012. I’m the girl in the suit!

I’m like a 2012 Grace Jones!

3. I’m in love with this song and video! It’s like Tumblr had a baby with Rihanna and gave birth on VEVO!

4. I’m actually doing really well in school this semester and am  hoping to finish this semester off strong, although senioritis is a B!$H! On the upside, the semester’s coming swiftly to an end!

5. .. been playing a lot lately with bow ties and androgyny. The perks of being a baldie!

6. There was this guy, and he ran for President, but he didn’t quite win. This guy was his Public Relations Coordinator. Explains itself.

YAY!!! Romney – Ryan!!!

7. I’ve been getting better and waking up early to start productive and fulfilling days. They start off with yoga, meditation, and yogurt and end promptly with that. I dropped a post. Like to read it, here it goes!


… and then a little interpretive dance…

8. I have truly come into form. I’m a genuine Jamaican! [insert stereotype about multiple jobs here] Two jobs and I’m searching for a third. I have goals. Non-free goals. Those non-free goals require money, American money. BUT when I get off, it looks something like this…

Um… I can’t think of anything else right now. I’ve missed you terribly. How come you don’t call me anymore!?


Ambition – Wale ft. Rick Ross and Meek Mill

You ever wake up feeling like a drug dealer? No? OK  maybe that’s just me. My morning yoga and yogurt has me feeling thuggish AF for some reason. Early start to this day. Been turning over some things in my mind, determined to change. “Only hope I had was selling dope!” … They gon’ love me for my AMBITION!”

Gainfully Un-employed!

I probably shouldn’t sound so cheerful. [Adjusts tone] “Woe is me, I have no place (of employment) to call my own!” No one leaves brimming with joyousness from their last day of work or, or punching the clock that final time … unless they win the lottery. I walked in like a BOSS [pun intended], kicked over a display, slapped some merchandise out of a customer’s hand, and gave the people’s elbow to a toddler. It kind of looked like this:

That is most certainly NOT what I did. Today I quit my job; quietly and with as much grace as I could muster. After I handed my manager my carefully written letter of resignation, I cried a silent thug tear (a single hot tear that streams down your cheek), smiled, and got a Deluxe Chic-fil-a sandwich.  I know how crazy it sounds: quitting your job without a plan B, especially in this economy, but I HAD to. If you knew how much heartbreak it caused me, you might be more inclined to agree.  So in spite of my fear, got my baby eagle on, and flapped my wings with no branch in sight. Now I stand on my proverbial mountain-top and scream my allegiance. I am #TeamJoblessBetches!! Shoutout to the Jobless Betches over at joblessBetches.tumblr.com, two unemployed fashionistas after my own heart!

In other news, a few more writing opportunities have presented themselves and I’ll let you know how those turn out in time. I’ve been super thrifting lately and getting crazy crafty!! Like white-haired, Back To the Future, Doc Brown crazy!! I’m currently working on two jackets and getting together with my stylist-in-the-making friend Crystal. (You can check her out at @WiseKouture) I’ll give you a hint …acid wash. Also, I’ve been having a hard time getting up in the mornings. Not like osteoarthritis hard time, more like “depression hurts” hard time.

It takes me around four full hours to get out of bed. I remember being so full of hope when this summer started. I made of list of worlds to conquer and experiences to savor. I am HARDCORE losing! All  I’ve learned is that I eat a crapload of yogurt. I learned I eat when I’m bored. I learned that I can sleep longer than the average tree sloth. I learned that no amount of gym time is sufficient to remove a F.U.P.A. (don’t worry, it’s a little one) I’m trying to land another gig and relish what’s left of my break. School is right around the corner and I feel SUPER unaccomplished. … [quiet childlike tone] I have grown though. I’ve learned  so much about myself this summer; solitude will do that to you.

I’m glad I have y’all for my adventures and misadventures.

Yogurt, Wrestling, and Unemployment Checks


… BTW listen to these songs… they’ve been all on my brain like wrinkles.

Summer’s Around the Corner…

… and I’ve been thinking about the end of the semester and how my summer will go. I still have three finals to attend to as well as courses to take over the summer. the month of April has kept me busier than the hamsters (poor lil tired furry feet) that run the internet. I want to finish strong but I just really wanna be done. I’m kind of feeling like this…

Well, not exactly like this… GWAR kinda went a little left with it…

I have a Summer To-Do List (one of my many ongoing lists)

1.  Get back into Yoga! I miss being flexible and centered; one with the universe and all that jazz. Really I just used to get up in the morning, read a Bible verse, do some yoga, and drink a glass of OJ. It was my quiet time to get my day started. But I’ve been “rippin’ and runnin’ ” (as my Mom would say) so aggressively these last two semesters that I’ve really fallen off with my discipline.

2. I want my blog to be taken seriously, so I WILL post more consistently. At LEAST every three days.

3. Little known fact: I don’t have my licence, so I want to FINALLY get that. (tired of “Oh you can’t drive? What’s wrong with you?” commentary… *frown*)

4. Work! Work! Work! … and Save! Save! Save!

5. Get crafty and start on all the projects ion my head! (I’m a little homemaker, tall and thin, here are my scissors, here is my glue!)

6. Network More!! I’m friendly and resourceful, why aren’t I better connected?

7. Go to the beach! It get;s kinda played out in Florida so believe it or not, I haven’t been in about a year!

8. Get in SHAPE!!!!

9. Travel! I want to go somewhere on my own time. I want to visit and appreciate at my own leisure, not when you’re on a family trip and the only parts of Brooklyn you see are in your grand-aunt’s house.

10. Stop cursing! I don’t do it too often, but I’m too complacent with it. It slips out comfortably in conversation like it belongs. (GET BACK IN THE BASEMENT, EXPLETIVE!!!!!!) It betrays my labyrinthine vocabulary! I want to be better!

11. I want to read WAY more often. Not just required text. Mounds of homework over the years make you shirk from literature like vampires from the light. Somebody, please recommend me some a good read!

12. Look ahead to the fall semester and plan out my involvement and career goals. i need to get serious about what I’m going to do in the coming years. I wont be in college forever (no matter how it feels now). Will it be grad school? A 9-5 job? Med School? Will I pursue my passions and roam the world for a while?

Ok so… what else?

I met Finesse Mitchell (yum) when he came to our school! I got a couple of pictures with him, the one I’m using as my background is definitely the BESTEST!!!  went to a leadership conference which was enlightening and great! I learned about motivation, goal-setting, and working with others. This week went by super fast!!

Summer, GWAR, and Finesse Mitchell’s ole’ sexy self!!!!

Things I’ve Been Pondering…

As always I have a lot on the brain. This, unfortunately, is no different from any of the other trillions of seconds of my life since it started. However, I haven’t posted in a while and have a lot to get off my chest. I’m going to gently detain two birds with one humane trap. I’ll let you in on the thoughts bouncing around in my head like pinball – or more accurately skee-ball (and not even making the biggest circle: you know the one that yields the fewest points) played by an octopus with ADD. (Disclaimer: ADD and ADHD are serious illne- look, a SQUIRREL!!!!)

Here goes…

1. In typical young-people style, I have a tendency to think that this, right here, *points at current spot* is the end; somehow my judgement gets clouded by Tumblr and high-waisted skirts and I think that this stage in my life will last forever. (Not entirely my fault though, sometimes it goes by SUPER slow). I’m realizing it isn’t. I have to be wary of my decision-making now in order to not jeopardize my later AND remember that there’s better to come.


This song is bouncing around in there…

3. I am STOCKING UP on high-waisted shorts!!! So far the count is at three: a light-wash denim, a darker washed denim, and an ashy black pair (shh don’t tell the others that i might like the black ones the most! “I don’t love you them MORE, I just love them DIFFERENT, see?”)

4. It’s when you want to do you, that interested persons come out of the wood works. “I’m working on Roze right now, and she’s really selfish sooo… ” I’m enjoying my me-time, or maybe I’m just to busy to notice I’m alone. (sadface)

And this one…

5. I’m not painfully impoverished anymore! (super yay)

6. Trayvon Martin… *sigh* I won’t get into it.

7. Also liking this song a lot…

8. I’ve been thinking a lot about love and my relationships in the future. What will they look like? Who will I share my life with? Interracial babies perhaps?

9. School may very well be the death of me. learning that what doesn’t kill you…. may just make you  kill yourself. (Not me though, I like food too much!) Oh well, someone recently told me that it doesn’t matter how long my education takes, as long as i finish and better myself. I have so many dreams and I feel like I don’t have enough life to live out all my potential. I need two personal assistants and a clone.

10. I thrift like it’s going out of style! (wait…*counts on fingers*) I’ll make a vid on my most recent stuff.

11. Shirt-cutting season is upon us and I will be snipping up some masterpieces sooner than later. be on the lookout!

I likes me some Wale…

12. I’ve been working on my style a lot. And by that I don’t just mean manner of dress. my speech, my personal presentation, making sure that my outsides reflect my insides. I wanna be a masterpiece. However, on the clothing front, I PROMISE to stop being a punk and wear the awesome stuff I buy instead of just dreaming about chances to debut them.

13. NEED another job! like yesterday!!!

I don’t know what else. Lot happening to me right now. I’m trying to keep my options open and prepare myself for all opportunities. i want this life full force!! (YOLO or some BS like that)

This Week in Review…


… went down pretty uneventfully. EXCEPT FOR THE SUPER AWESOME WALE CONCERT! Wale came to visit our little corner of  the world for one night only. To avoid being ALL THE WAY on his jock, I’ll pretend I didn’t spend the day memorizing his lyrics. Black Cobain came on before him and let’s just say I WILL be adding him to my iTunes library. He was enthusiastic, stylish, and interactive. Some random guy in the audience tried to fight him [STUPID], and the biggest bodyguard mine eyes have ever seen, picked him up and THREW him at the floor like an NFL player on a Pop Warner toddler. Awesome! What a way to kick off a week!


… went off without a hitch. Rolled my eyes through last-minute reviews and pleas for extra credit points. The last day before finals is when the bargaining starts. “Well I can still get an A in the class if I can just make 107, right?”… WTF!

And now begins the 5 Stages of Academic Grief 

Denial – “There’s no way I scored this low on the first two tests!”

Anger – “Stupid [#$&%*] MUST NOT have calculated my grades right! Don’t I get anything for not falling asleep!?”

Bargaining – ” Wow… *shakes head* I #$*&^’d up, damn! Dear biology gods, if you see it fit to give me a B, I promise to read thy word from dedication to index!”

Depression – “OMG I’m gonna have to retake this! Dear GOD I’m Van Wilder!”

Acceptance –  “Maybe there’s something I’m supposed to learn from this. Perhaps the evils of procrastination, or the value of flashcards?…  hmm… NAHH!!!”


… wasted away the first half. SHOULD have been studying for Bio. Well. The second half went much more studiously. Highlighters all over the floor and flashcards by the legion. I busted out the required textbook [about the size of the average family Bible], and got to work synthesizing and connecting concepts. I called it quits at around 3Am. [In college, the next day doesn’t start until you’ve fallen asleep.]


… I woke up at 8:30. Class starts at 9:30. I’ve never woken up with an expletive like that before. I made it MIRACULOUSLY to class only 8 minutes late.  Taking the test, I felt pretty confident and familiar with the material. I checked a few answers as soon as I left and found those “crap! I KNEW that!” questions I got wrong. Thankfully, my professor wastes no time in grading so I knew my score and final class grade by 4PM. I GOT A B!!! Can the church say Amen! Took a nap and put in some time for GoodKnocking putting together gift bags.


… two concerts in one week! NO, say it ain’t so! I relaxed for the first half of the day and then got ready for the concert and after-shindig. As usual, local performers and other artists before the known artist that come before the headliner. Cyhi The Prince came on just before Big Sean [the main act] and delivered a great, crowd pleasing performance.  Finally BIG SEAN!! we got up to the front and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. He delivered! a good mix of story-telling and performance. He jumped into the crowd afterward and threw a bunch of autographed stuff into the crowd. Hi fans on the other had, not so bueno. I got so many elbows to the back of my head I’m not sure how I remember any of this. It smelled like weed and vomit. There was a young man so close to me at one point that i was sure he was my date. [ i went with a home-girl] All in all, pretty enjoyable until my shins cramped up! The after-event was too packed. No me gusta. I hid upstairs away from the masses in the reggae room (my comfort zone) by the bar and chilled out. I didn’t need to see him perform a second time and enjoyed myself pretty well. [FYI I wore my new baby!:D]


Today was pretty low-cal. Didn’t do much except submit another application and this. I’m gonna study tomorrow for my last final on Monday and chillax the weekend away. Oh wait, I work tomorrow. Fart!

Not to Toot My Own Horn But…


I harp persistently in my past success to decrescendo the discordant pangs of my ritornello failures. I hearse and re-rehearse these dead notes held in immortal captivity on manuscripts made of pitted lies; the flattened pulp of grandiose recollections. But when this symphony is no longer sympathetic, I will tune into my divine muse and pen coded codas anew. And Bach, and Brahms, and Beethoven I will be. Ode to my new-found Joy.