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.