Wardrobe Malfunctions and Such

Every day in the city is an interesting day, to say the least.

So I woke up at the usual time, took my usual train to work. Oh, and there was a huuuge puddle in the parking lot that I quickly drove through (let's hope that there wasn't anyone near me cuz they would've gotten DRENCHED). I was late!

But anyways, so I got to work, and I was in the bathroom. I had really made an effort to look good yesterday, and I was wearing the Theory skirt and a strappy tank top. But I noticed a string that was hanging from the strap of the tank top. I was like, no big deal, it's just a string. So I gently tugged it, and the entire shirt started unravelling. For real, no joke. So I was like, oh shoot. I'm all savvy with this stuff, so maybe I can tie the strap to the eyelet lace front of the tank top. But no, that didnt work. It was 9:00 AM, and my tank top was falling apart. There was going to be an indecent exposure, sorta Janet Jackson style, but with a nude colored bra. I contemplated going to Old Navy then and there, but I thought that my boss might think that I'm incompetent and lazy. So I wore my jacket and prayed that nothing completely unravelled, and planned to go to Old Navy during lunchtime. Ooh, but during my morning meeting with my boss, she said that I looked really nice. She didn't notice what was going on, yay!

So I went I went to Old Navy, out the new tank top on in the fitting room, and threw away the old. Chatted it up with my favorite super. He told me that he told the HR supervisor that the company needs more people like me:)

Ooh, and I still can't really divulge too much information about the work situation, but let's just say that I have good times. I have fun times. Fun times that involve.... well whatever. If you wanna know, just IM me and I'll tell you. All I can say is that I have the Teddy Bears' Picnic stuck in my head:)

After work, I had a hot date with Erin, LOL. I met her at the dreary school, and we drove to Bulldog Burrito, the neighborhood Mexican hotspot. I have to go to this place at least once a week to feel fulfilled. But we had a lot of fun! Then, Erin called her Yalie friend Dariush, and went to his dorm room, chilled with him and his roomies. I was so jealous, cuz Ludacris was at Yale yesterday, and the guys were recalling the concert. All in all, it was a fabulous night, the kind of weekday night I want to have all of the time, hehe.

In college news, some girl from Harvard is getting busted for plagiarizing her new young adult novel that she received a $500,000 contract for. Crime doesn't pay, people. It just doesn't. a
Oh cheaters. Kind of reminds me of that girl in high school that used to cheat off of me in Bio. But anyways.

Tomorrow I am going to wake up extra early so I can go to the Bliss sample sale in the city. Also, on my lunch break, I am going to eat gelato in the park! And I'm going to people watch the way tons of new yorkers like to do, and hopefully overhear some darn good conversation and send it in to this website: a

Oh, and maybe I'll talk to more people on the subway (it happens, it can't be avoided).

And now I'll stop procrastinating and actually get some work done.

Oh What a Weekend

Oh what a weekend I had. Maybe I'm not really an old lady!

So work was fun on Friday. All I can say is that sometimes I feel like a dork, but I love these people, and I'm definitely in my element. I also enjoy the warm encouraging smiles and conversations. They really make my day.I left early that day on account of the construction (hey, it was dusty). When I got back to CT, I went to Costco and then went with Zack to the outlets. I bought a really cute Theory skirt and Vince pants. I fully intend to wear them to work this week!

Then, it was time for big night. Erin and I had decided that we would ride and conquer that blasted mechanical bull at Salty Dog. So Gaird, Katharine, Erin, Zack and I met Trina at Salty Dog to accomplish this feat. Now, the last time I went to Salty Dog, I didn't realize how trashy the place was. The place is absolutely disgusting. I mean, appallingly debaucherous. Hobag sluts everywhere. Get this, the girls working the bars would stand up on the bars and then get a guy to stand up there with them. Then the girls would proceed to pull the guy's pants down, and pull down his shorts so his bottom was exposed, and then spank the guy's bottom with a paddle. Really hard too. And anyways, I didn't really wanna see any guy's hairy ugly butt. Then, the nastiest thing was that the guy working the mechanical bull would help the girls get on the bull, etc. However, one time, he got up on the bull, and lied down on his back. Then the girl also got on the bull, and he proceeded to pull her towards his crotch, and he basically started thrusting. Sex on the bull, great. Also, some other ho decided to ride the mechanical bull with a short skanky skirt on. She basically flashed everyone with her digusting panties (did I tell you she wasn't skinny either) and it also heightened the ew factor. However, most of these things occured AFTER I rode the bull, so I felt safe.

So I went over and decided to ride the bull. Gave the lady the money, cuz it costs to ride a bull. So then I jumped on the bull and I kept remembering Erin saying, grip the bull with your heels. And then it started. Guys, I lost all composure, I was supposed to look cute and smile a lot. But nooo, I screamed at the top of my lungs, squeezed my eyes shut, and held on for dear life. But I stayed on for a really long time, and I got tons of pats on my back (and from complete strangers, mind you). Then, a little while later, Erin rode the bull too! She looked really hot, and she looked like a pro. But the rest of the girls basically looked like hos. Trina, Erin, Katharine, and I were like the only non-hos at Salty Dog. Oh, and did I tell you that after I rode the bull, the bull operating guy placed a sticker on my right butt cheek, and then slapped it, hard?? Can we say that this place COMPLETELY objectifies women, and and uses dirty tactics to attract customers? Plus, the bouncers are bastards.

So Saturday, I had to run a lot of errands. One of which was going to the grocery store. I chose Shaw's because I had to run a lot of other errands in New Haven, so might as well go to the grocery store there too. As usual, I was stalked in the grocery store. And it's so funny, cuz when I got to places like this, I try to look really bad, with no make up, sweats etc. But it still doesn't work. This guy followed me from the meat section ALL the way to the bread section (this is quite far guys, especially since I would go into different aisles to deliberately cease his pursuit). Then, when I'm looking for bread, he's like, what's your name, etc? So I got REALLY pissed. I'm thinking to myself, I'm not taking this crap anymore by this loser. So I proceeded to say in a very loud tone, why do you keep on bothering? you've been like stalking me out since I've been here. So just stop. And then I walked away. And it was nice. Don't make me angry, ppl. LOL.

Church was good on Sunday, and I happened to get a little bit of work done. And now it's Monday, and I can't wait til it's tomorrow so I can go to New York (and get some gelato, perhaps!). And I can't wait til the summer when I'm reunited with a lot of my friends!!! Sigh, it's going to be NYC days, drinking green tea martinis in the park, gorging on Maggie Moos ice cream or something to that effect. I can't wait!!!!

So Much To Write

I need to post in my blog almost every single day cuz stuff just keeps happening, hehehe.

So last week was fun. On Thursday, I was crazy, and on my lunchbreak I walked from my office (on 20th and 6th ave) to a Japanese bakery called Panya. I had heard about it online, and it seemed like it would be a nice place to get an anpan. But I guess I didn't realize how far away 9th and 2nd ave is from my workplace. So it was a good 20 min walk. Then, when I got there and asked for my anpan, and whipped out my debit card, the guy was like, we don't accept cards. So I rummaged through my purse for change (ya'll know i don't carry cash). But the guy was finally like, "how much do you have?". I told him $1.20, and even though the anpan was $1.25, he just accepted my $1.20! And I walked briskly back to work. Ooh, and after work on Friday, I met up with Gaird and Katherine and we had mexican food and margaritas! Oh the happiness...

Ooh, and the weekend was tons of fun too. I went over to Renee and Kanmani's apartment with Trina and Zach. We decorated eggs, and it was so cute! Renee made an easter bunny cake which was so adorable! And when Zack arrived, we watched Funny Face, my favorite movie (much to the boys' dismay, haha). Then, later on that night, Zach, Zack, Trina, and I went to BAR. Boring as ever with ugly men and men that just wanted to get with each other. I was majorly disappointed. I don't think I want to go there anymore (except for pizza).

Easter started off well, but of course had to a little blip. Just wanna let ya'll know that I absolutely abhor empty conversation. Honestly, if a person doesn't want to go beyond empty conversation by hanging out or a phone call or email, then I'd rather just skip the empty conversation and not talk at all. But other than that, I really enjoyed the Easter service and everyone was so nice and friendly at church. After church, I gorged on the chocolate my parents sent me, and curled up with the cute Easter bunny beanie buddy that my dad picked out for me. Then I had easter dindin at Renee's with Kanmani, Zack, Gaird, and Zach. I love get togethers like that!

So this week. I really don't remember Monday. I definitely remember yesterday cuz it was riddled with really embarrassing incidents. First of all, when I got to NRDC, I went to the restroom. Of course, there's construction on my floor of the office building. So as I was washing my hands and adjusting my clothes, a construction guy walks in. I didn't even realize he was an construction guy, cuz he had a long ponytail, and he was in my periphery. But he said he was really sorry, but it was still sorta embarrassing.

Then, on my lunch break, I thought that I could quickly pick up my glasses and get back to the office. No no no. I felt so bad when I got back.

Then, I had a meeting with my boss. and I was standing up, and she told me to zip up my fly. And I was like omg, how long have I been walking around like this (only maybe 15 mins, and i was at my desk). But I was sooo embarrassed, luckily I was wearing nude colored panties.

Then, worst of all, The receptionist. This really sweet guy. I think he's so nice. I saw him, he's wearing a pink polo and a cute jacket. I said "hi__. I like your jacket, it's pretty". What the HECK was that? I was like, eek, I mean that it looks nice. Thankfully, he wasn't offended. It was so bad. I was just so inappropriate all day. Maybe everyone has days like that. Actually, another embarrassing thing happened too, but it's too much to put on this blog.

So I made some career decisions in the past week, and now I basically have a feel for what I'd like to do after I graduate. It's good to have some direction.

I'm really understanding how important it is to stay true to your values. For example, I felt like I was being tested a few weeks ago because I have a weakness for certain relationships. But luckily I resisted, which only made me stronger in the end.

Also, I'm becoming my really old self again, in the sense that I actually have compassion. I don't necessarily know if this is a good thing. Cuz now if I see someone that I feel is getting the brunt of societal injustices, it not only makes me want to change things, but also makes me emotionally distraught. I saw this homeless guy on the street last week, and I almost felt compelled to give him a $20. But actually, I'm glad that I didn't, cuz yesterday when I saw him, he was yelling out obscenities, and I think he pointed to me and some other black lady saying "you niggas think you know, but don't know a damn thing" or something to that effect. I'm sure that he was probably referring to us as such because he's upset cuz we're like the house slaves and he's the field one. I don't have to go into how much that sucks.

But I definitely knew that I was going back to the old compassionate self when I was actually on the verge of tears when i was thinking about the waitress' plight at that sketchy diner. And this is coming from the girl who didn't cry when she was on line. But just cuz I've gone compassionate doesn't mean that I'm going to start tolerating ppl's complaining about how oh my life is so busy and I have soooo much to do. Cuz that's just annoying, and it just means that there's difficulty handling stress. Just get your ish done and don't complain. Cuz it's gotta get done anyways.

I have class soon, so it's time to read up! Oh, and MAYBE go to the gym cuz I'm wearing my fat jeans today. Now I really am turning into Jen Lancaster.

Not so bitter

So, Sunday was a fun day. Church was nice. I happened to see Dayana and Aaron, which was really great. I met a really nice lady who wants me to attend her Bible study group too! Here I was, praying for a lifegroup or Bible study group (before church!), and she comes along. Talk about a God-send, LOL. And I must say, it really is true that good things come to those who tithe. Every time I tithe, it's like instant gratification. I should probably tell Pastor Skeirik, since he'd be really excited. I never noticed it before, but good stuff does coincide with tithing. Good to know.

So after church, I went to the mall with Erin, Renee and Zack. It was tons of fun, just hanging out and all. I didn't get any work done over the weekend, but who cares. I work well procrastinating, and why should I change that.

Let's see, Monday, monday. After going through a hellish morning of stamping those stupid papers at work, I attempted to get some work done. I don't think I succeeded. But I did have the first i/o psychology seminar class of the trimester. The topic is going to be leadership, and we're going to have groups to coach us on our projects we're doing. Sounds like fun (not really). In fact, I really don't want to do it. But just because I don't *want* to do it doesn't mean it isn't going to benefit me. Oh I know it's going to be a benefit. All these applied classes tend to be beneficial.

Tuesday was fun at work. I had a lot to do as usual. But I mean, duh, of coure you're going to have a lot of work if it's a quality internship. So I did my work, but went shopping on my lunch break! Yes I did, hahaha. See, I got my library check from last week (I can't collect it on Fridays now, so I collect it on Mondays and rush to Wachovia to cash it)and I went to Sephora to find a new perfume. I asked the fragrance guru guy at Sephora to help me, and he gave me like 10 different fragrances to smell. However, I didn't choose one of the fragrances he gave me. And I'm surely glad I didn't, cuz when I checked on sephora.com, those fragrances are all the newest ones. Maybe he'd get a higher commission if he sold the newest ones? Anyways, I chose the subtle and classic Marc Jacobs fragrance.

The rest of the work day flew by, and I wasn't extremely tired after lunch like I usually am. So I took the train after work to the nice part of 5th Avenue and headed to Tiffany to see the new Frank Gehry collection. It's gorg!

Then, the fun part of the night began when I got back to my apt. I met up with Erin, Renee, Zack, and Derek to go to Salty Dog (Erin and I were going to try our hand at the mechanical bull, lol) but unfortunately the place is closed on Tuesdays. In fact, everything is closed on Tuesdays. Therefore, we decided to go to a diner. We went to some place called Cody's Diner. I order apple pie, and Erin was supposed to share it with me. However, the waitress quickly informed us that there's a $2.00 sharing fee at the diner. For a $1.75 slice of apple pie. We were like, um no. Anyways, so I ordered my apple pie with ice cream, and the poor pie was buried in the ice cream. Then, to my dismay, the pie hadn't even been warmed. So I played with the ice cream and tried to make sculptures. Oh well. It still made for some good entertainment.

Another thought is that it's kinda interesting being racially ambiguous. In the past few weeks, people have thought that I'm Indian, Ethiopian, Dominican, and Haitian. Sometimes, when someone comes up to me and is like "are you Indian?" I want to respond with "No, I'm a nigger" (in the famous words of Frederick Douglass). But that would sound really smart alecky, and they prolly wouldn't get it. But when people ask me where I'm from (and I clearly know what they mean, ethnicity), I'm like "Maryland". Hahaha. How about if ppl just realize that if a girl has nappy hair and a big booty, she's most likely black.

So I am torn. I want to go see my beloved Sean Paul Henriques in NYC on May 5th, but that's when my Conflict Management class commences. This is my last chance to see the love of my life. Maybe if I emailed my professor and told her it was a life and death situation (it is, I'll die of unhappiness and longing if I don't see Sean Paul), she'll give me her blessing. Maybe I could be like, this is my one chance in a lifetime to tell the man of my dreams how I feel, so please don't ruin it by making me come to class. Who am I kidding? If it were in person, she'd probably slap some sense into to me after my monologue. ( I am not trying to promote violence.)

Sigh, off to class in a bit.

Here's a little story

Once upon a time there was a cute princess named Alisha. She had a wonderful childhood, albeit the doctor's claims of strep throat when she really had allergies. Of course this wonderful childhood came to end when she reached puberty and started having severe abdominal pains for 40 days out of the year, sometimes longer. Her dear sweet doctor gave her a plethora of medications, including 15 types of birth control pills. Finally, he told her, honey, you might have a problem, and you want to have little brats someday right? She nodded her head profusely. "Well I have the answer for you", proclaimed her do-gooder doctor. 'Before you embark on your glamorous grad school life, I think that you should have a laparoscopy to see if you're sick. If I find out that you are, I'm going to put you on Lupron, the miracle drug, and you will be symptom free for 6 whole months. After that, I will prescribe another special thing, and you will never be in pain again." Of course, little Alisha jumped up an down at the thought of not being in pain and not ever having to go into that god forsaken aisle in the grocery store. So Alisha endured the pain of her laparoscopy, not being able to walk for 10-14 freaking days, and popping Vicodin like it was ecstasy. She endured the tears and woes of not having a flat stomach anymore and the having a caboose and thighs the size of phatty mcphat. Then, after her dear sweet doctor did find that she was indeed sick, the poor child endured a shot in a place that should NEVER happen, but was still quite optimistic. Little did she know that the "miracle drug" was going to force her into mood swings, lack of personality, lack of care, and memory loss which she mourned over. She was glad for the 6 month respite, but did not like what was happening to her. So she was excited after the 6 months ended. Dear sweet doctor put her on Aviane, but was like, oh you won't be experiencing any problems, you will be fine. Well um, could you please explain to me why the HECK I've been ill for the past week? And today why I'm popping Aleve like it's candy? And now Alisha is back to square 1, but a lot more pissed AND inducing wrinkles by frowning too much. The end.

Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster is my favorite book

Oh yes it is. And it has inspired this post a bit. Maybe I'll also be discovered through my blog and write a successful memoir. I definitely suggest it for your reading enjoyment.

So let's talk about my work day. So I had just gotten off of the F train and was walking to the office building, when what do you know, I see a sandwich bag. It took me awhile to register that it was a sandwich bag, and it was too late when I did. Cuz I basically skidded down the sidewalk, embarrassing myself in front of tons of New Yorkers (i'm sure that in an egotistical manner, i'm definitely being overly dramatic). I decided to cross the road to make sure that I wouldn't continue to be mocked by the other people.

I worked really hard today as usual, trying to impress my boss and co-workers. I bought cute items at the Container Store near my workplace (but it's not nearly as big or nice as the one in Rockville, MD). I managed to burn myself with hot water (don't ask how), and well, my right boob was quite red and sore for a bit of time. So then I had to wear my coat for awhile, and ppl thought I was getting ready to leave, and I just feigned being cold. But even after all that, I was still quite elated when my boss told me she was impressed with my work (why wouldn't she be? we all know that i'm a complete perfectionist). Gosh, that sounds exactly like Jen Lancaster, I love it. Goodness, I was impressed with my work, and I was beaming with pride. Of course, let's not forget that I looked like a hobo all day.

Let me TELL you why I looked like a hobo. First of all, the ubiquitous Gap jacket. I mean, that's not hobo, but I've been wearing the freakin coat the entire week to work, and it's time to LET IT GO. Secondly, the sole on one of MY shoes was coming off. I was so ticked, I've only worn those Michael Kors flats 4-5 times, and not for an extended period of time. And I noticed the shoe probs as soon as I came into work. So I urge you kiddies, don't buy those shoes. Boycott Michael Kors. Cuz his workmanship SUCKS.

So it was quitting time at 5, and I took the train to get my eyeglasses. Yeah I needed a new pair. And I got nice rimless ones, so we'll see how I like them. If not, I guess I'll have to just get another pair of glasses.

Then, in Grand Central, the thing to top of this weird day occurred: I saw icky V at the freakin train station. He did his weird eye twitch and said hi, and I was like hi, bye. I did NOT want to spend my entire train ride back to Milford with that weird one.

So that was my day at work. Yes I continue to smile at people on the train, because it just feels like the right thing to do. I give people nonthreatening smiles whenever I see them, truth be told, when I'm in NYC. Cuz if I don't then I'm giving out looks that could kill. And I don't want to look like a meanie!

So as I work in the city, I learn more about how people don't live in the city and commute. I mean, like one person in the office lives in BK, my boss lives in Queens. My boss is like one of the most fashion forward,hip, trendy, but not too over the top people I know, so if she can do it, I can do it too. But no, I want the glamour of Manhattan. When I went uptown to 77th street and Lexington Ave, it just seemed so surreal. It's actually the perfect place for me to live, it just seems so lively, yet very homey too. But wait, Jamie and I still need to pursue our Spanish Harlem dreams. Decisions, decisions. Well, I really don't have to make them until she graduates from her program, lol. I want us all to live there though. It would be so SATC. And hey, I feel like I've reverted back to my old Charlotte ways, so I guess she'll be me.

I want to write like bitter Jen Lancaster, but I just can't. I'm too content and satisfied and happy. And I realize that I've reached that point without being magnaminous and fake with people I can't stand. And I'm happy about that. Maybe years ago I would've sucked up to get what I wanted, but now, if I don't like you, I'm not going to pretend that I do. I'm not going to be nice just because your resources might need to be used at some time in my young life. I have my own resources, and I can do anything I put my mind to. I should have no problem finding a great job, and I've stopped worrying about it because I've become the full package.

And i've become the full package because of my new awakening. I wonder what I should say when I give my testimony. I don't want to say the boring I got saved when I was 5 years old speech. I should add interesting stuff, like I got in with the wrong crowd (ie, cheerleaders) and I did some terrible things (ie, cheered for hot boys while i was wearing next to nothing. OK a short skirt and a shell top, but whatev.). All the people at church have something interesting to say in their testimony, and mine's so boring. Actually, I could say some things to spice it up, but um, yeah.

Oh, and did i tell you all that I'm really really good now? Like, I was pretty good at first, but now I'm extremely. And it makes me sad, I must admit. But it's not fast food, you can't have it your way. I turned down stuff that I wanted, even though I've been like, ahh, I want this for the past freakin few months. But I couldn't bring myself to do it because it felt too sacriligious. And I'm not the same girl anymore, I can't play with fire and not expect to be burned. It makes me so sad because I was the queen of resisting temptation, I was so happy for temptation to come around, because it was fun to resist it. But now I even want to stay clear of the temptation so that I can grow as much as possible. So I mourn those days, like Jen Lancaster mourned the dot com era.

Speaking of poor heifers, I'm actually making an effort to lose weight now. I really need to if I want to look chic. My goal is to lose 5 pounds, and I'm going to try to run on the treadmill at least twice a week. Maybe I'll do some squats too. I'm just really out of shape, and I don't like being a wheezer when I run. And no, I won't count lifting the remote and changing the channel as an exercise.

night night kiddies.

First Day!!!!

Yesterday was soooo much fun! It was the first day of my HR internship at NRDC in NYC. I was so excited that I woke up reallly early. I slept on the train to work (I took Metro North from Milford to Grand Central). Actually, I got lost on the way to the Milford train station, lol. Good thing I left early! I took the subway for the first time, when I got to NYC. It's really not as bad as what people say it is. There's something about seeing the throngs of people race to the subway car before the doors close that kinda intrigues me. But anyways, it took like 10 minutes to get to 23rd street, and it was a 5 minute walk to 20th Street. I got to work by 9 AM, and people immediately started introducing themselves and making me feel welcome. I got to see my workspace, which is right in front of a huge window, so I have an amazing view of the city.

But I didn't have time to get comfortable, cuz we had a staff meeting promptly at 9:30. It was so great to have that meeting the first day I arrived because I was introduced to everyone, and I was able to observe the company culture. I've deduced that everyone is quirky, yet really smart, kinda like the William and Mary of the business world, lol. People have a lot of luv for NRDC too, with all the paraphanalia they wear! People came in with windbreakers, totes, etc. And they're always handing out freebies! So the meeting was like 30 minutes long. Then Yolanda and I retreated to her new office (it's so nice) and we talked about all of the projects I would be doing. It's going to be a whole lot of stuff, and I have a feeling that I'm going to be bringing work home, simply because I want it to be perfect. I'm already supposed to be doing 5 major projects, but I'm going to have little projects every now and then too. So it's going to be lots of good experience:)

So I basically met tons of people all morning, and we sat and talked for hours. IT ppl played on my computer and wrote me goofy messages, haha. The entire HR team has decided to devote themselves to making me a New Yorker, lol. It's hilarious. Oh, so next up on the agenda was lunchtime! We made an executive decision to go to Olive Garden in Chelsea. Sigh, so many hot gay men, lol. So we indulged in a good celeb gossip fest (something about new yorkers and celebs)and ate tons of food. Then, the HR director put the entire lunch on her corporate AMEX. Now that is hot. Oh, and we spent like 2 hours at Olive Garden.

So I got back to my desk and started on my first project. This is the one that I think is going to take me weeks to complete. I have to find and organize all the career fairs in SF, Chicago, DC, NYC, and some other place that I'm forgetting. Oh, and the career fairs have to pertain to minorities, law, and the environment. So I'm supposed to find dates, contact info, prices, etc etc etc cuz NRDC might want to recruit kiddies from these career fairs. Needless to say, I'm already making schedules for this project, haha.

I can definitely see that this is one of those once in a lifetime opportunities. I'm not even really describing just how amazing the place is right now. But I was told that I'm probably going to be really spoiled and I probably won't want to go back to Corporate America. So even though it's a train ride a way, it's more than worth the commute, especially with the coworkers, amenities, and salary. Where else am I going to find a boss who understands and nurtures my love for sample sales and clothing, lol. So I'm just really optimistic about everything (you know how I am) and every new experience is extremely exciting.

Sometimes you can have it all...

Last week was a blur. It was the last week if the trimester, and I had a lot of work due. I wrote 2 ten page papers reallly quickly, and managed to do an amazing job on my two presentations. I feel like I've conquered my fear, so kudos to me:) I always felt like the only thing that ppl might have a one up on was presentation skills, but now I know that they don't. So now I have the full package, which is exciting:) Practice definitely does make perfect, hehe. And so does prayer!

Ooh, the highlight of the week (before the weekend) was when I went to Pastor Brian and Candice's house for dinner! It was seriously an amazing experience. First of all, I was warmly welcomed, and I feel like I'm their newly adopted negro child, lol. Then, they proceeded to feed me really tasty asparagus smothered in teriyaki sauce, chicken, potato salad, and bread. It was so cute cuz there were like 8 other people there, so it was cozy. Pastor Candice gave me a huge dessert too: 2 pieces of brownie with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream! It was perfect. Then, they proceeded to tell us the story of how they ministered in the jungles of south america for 8 years. I can only hope that I have the strength to go where God wants me to go like they have done. Then we had a lesson, and you could definitely feel God's presence in their house. It was really great!

Thursday night was fun too, cuz it was the end of the trimester for a lot of ppl, and there was fun to be had at BAR in New Haven. Ordered some tasty pizza. And Erin, Vanessa, Gaird and I went to the dance floor, but the music sucked. And I so wanted to see Gaird dance! Tears. There will be another time, there MUST be another time!

Then, Friday, I drove home all by myself for the first time! It only took 4 hours, 50 minutes, hahaha. DC was so nice, it looked so beautiful. I went out with Sam and Mimi on Sat, and it was so much fun seeing them! We ate at PF Chang's, yay! It was such a realization that we really *are* grown ups, and college is really over. I saw my fam too throughout the weekend. Grandma looked so cute in her pink suit, and she told me I could do anything I set my mind to. All my family members can't stop talking about how proud they are of me. And that makes me happy, cuz I'm proud of myself too. No matter how much other people try to rationalize, try to act like stuff just happens because I'm lucky or something, I know that's not the reason why. And I'm so over those miserable ppl.

Ooh, and just to be bad, I'll give you the lowdown on my Nordstrom Rack shopping spree, lol! I bought Fendi sunglasses for $20 (like whoa), a La Rok sequined cardigan, a Tahari cami, driving moccasins that I thought were Tod's (oh so ticked that they aren't), and another pair of Via Spigas. In total, my purchases should have cost over $1000, hehehe. Oh I am the bargain queen!!!!!

Next post will be about the first day of my internship, which was absolutely fabulous!