tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59054502024-03-07T16:53:33.558-06:00Back to Being ExplainedFulfilling the desire to explain myself, my ways, thoughts and actions, lest I remain misunderstood.Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-40546736462173934812009-10-28T10:48:00.002-05:002009-10-28T12:29:34.145-05:00October- Better Luck Next TimeThat's gotta be my theme for this month. I'm watching plan after plan fall through, being wished "better luck next time."Next time? I want my alloted luck this time please. I had this whole grand scheme of going back to school and applying to UIS. That fell through- better luck next time.Ready to apply to the PC, but darnit, might as well stay and do that Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-63264833742945274222009-10-24T16:27:00.005-05:002009-10-24T17:21:22.883-05:00Head In Hands, Book in FaceI fear that my ambition may be the death of me. Ambition, that very energy which drives me to maximize the value of my life, is surely to be the force that kills me.How else could I explain taking a challenging semester of 3 classes- none of which I truly need? I already have a degree and I planned to apply for a graduate MPA program for which ONE prerequisite was Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-28563353982000058322009-10-07T00:52:00.002-05:002009-10-07T01:12:11.727-05:00Reflection- Focusing On SolutionsAfter a long, busy day I decided to come to the library to get some studying and work done. You know, trying to be a better student. I have a quiz due this week and I'll have a take home exam issued on Thursday, so I know I need to get at least a little bit ahead of the game. . . or at least catch up with the game as it is.Somehow I went from studying Public Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-54193422555266032972009-09-08T22:10:00.002-05:002009-09-08T22:46:09.908-05:00It's WeirdIt's weird. It's just past 10pm. I haven't even gone to sleep yet and I already know that I'm not going to want to wake up in the morning. I already don't feel like picking out what clothes I'll wear to work and how I'll do my hair. Don't want to think about what I'm going to eat for breakfast and if I'll take anything to eat for lunch. I don't want to deal with the inevitable Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-394652792396547132009-08-24T15:59:00.003-05:002009-08-24T22:13:44.806-05:00How In The World Am I Supposed To Do This???Altruism. I kinda knew what the word meant because I had heard it used here and there. As I was lying on the couch in one of my many life-contemplating sessions, the word popped into my head. Altruism. Altruistic. Is that the word that describes me and what I'm trying to do these days? Is that what's gotten me in the place where I am right now?Altruism Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-34528947034939066632009-06-29T12:52:00.003-05:002009-06-29T15:22:50.130-05:00This is Worth Writing AboutSo the pastor (not my own pastor btw), let's call him Passo came into my office again today. He'll stop by every now and again to say hi or even take a few moments to play a game of cards with me. He's a pretty cool guy, but he has a reputation in this community. . . one that precedes him. Baptist preacher, late 40's or early 50's, smooth talker and a fan of the Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-9303395222255481342009-04-03T12:27:00.002-05:002009-04-03T13:40:31.638-05:00This Is My LifeI have had a mentally and emotionally tiring week. Monday I decided to stop by my ex's apartment to see how he was doing. We hadn't talked in months, and I had definitely taken deliberate measures to ensure that we had no lines of communication. I deleted his phone number and I even took him off my friend list on Facebook, the first time I've ever deleted anyone. But I had beenLyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-29181820797280233232009-03-21T23:42:00.002-05:002009-03-21T23:58:50.710-05:00You Don't Get Paid For ThinkingI was supposed to go out tonight. I had been looking forward to going out to hear this smooth jazz band play at a local spot. I always enjoy going there because the atmosphere is very mature and laid-back and I love seeing and being with grown black folk just chilling and vibing. After that we were supposed to go downtown and do the party thing. Totally Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-65887208738257776412009-02-22T10:57:00.004-06:002009-02-22T11:06:04.202-06:00Guess What I Did This Weekend!*GRIN*I started a new blog- So Much 2 Make !!!! I couldn't help it, I just couldn't! I know, I barely keep up with this one right?Well, this one is my craft blog. Crochet, sewing, someday knitting, maybe even some cooking and fashion stuff on there. It's my right brain spot :D I'm just super excited about it, and I luuuuurve the template!Anyway, I won't be abandoningLyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-73420787409766342892009-02-20T20:36:00.006-06:002009-02-20T21:24:54.270-06:00OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Word.Up. Yo, if I had access to THISSSS on a regular basis, I'd be pregnant too and I would not mind. Gone head Kimora Lee, I ain't mad atcha! I wonder if it will be a boy or girl? Either way, that baby will be too cute. Back to the subject at hand:Djimon, stop playin boy *giggles*! Lookin like, "If you want it, come on and get it." Boy. . . you . . . ooohhh! ThatLyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-682826354382990452009-01-31T22:10:00.002-06:002009-02-02T22:54:19.544-06:00How To Get Over Your ManWell, make that your ex. If you're trying to get over him, he's no longer your man right?1) Stop going to his house. Especially at night or when noone else is home. The more you visit, the more often you'll see him and this will make it harder to forget about him.2) Try not to drive in the area where he lives. Or at least not down his street. If you must drive down his Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-41637492559451325402009-01-27T10:31:00.006-06:002009-01-27T16:44:26.944-06:00Dream A Little DreamI hate this dream. Each time I have it, it's so vivid, so real, unlike my other dreams. Reocurring dreams are strange enough in themselves. I used to have the one where I was shrinking. Not just smaller than everyone else, but smaller than everything- to an almost microscopic size. The more anxious and agitated I would become with shrinking, the smaller I would get.Then there Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-15559602606609487262009-01-14T10:42:00.004-06:002009-01-14T12:19:21.275-06:00Dear Love,I write this letter in hopes that it will find its way to you. I know it's been a while, but I still think about you often, and I must admit-sometimes I miss you. That's kinda hard for me to admit, because I think we both know I'm not the sappy type. Well, I didn't think I was, but when you came . . . that all changed.Sometimes I still can't believe that I let down my guard. You Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-44423934544532580002009-01-01T23:07:00.002-06:002009-01-02T02:47:21.130-06:002009 Will Be DivineI usually end the ear off with a recap of the past year's events. Well, it's now the 1st, so I missed that. Plus, I don't remember a lot of what happened in '08. I'm a bit too young for my memory to be fading so quickly, but that's neither here nor there. What is here though, is 2009. Happy New Year!2008 was a great year for me. I'd almost say that it was one of the best Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-20638442792355759492008-10-01T11:18:00.003-05:002008-10-01T12:12:00.996-05:00I think an angel just walked into my office. A messenger from God.Let me start at the beginning. I woke up this morning after falling asleep on my couch again, even though my bed was nice and inviting with new sheets and unobstructed by piles of clothing. I was glad to wake up early so that I would have time to thoroughly prepare for my day. I took a moment to look out the window and marvel Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-29271721122760228652008-09-30T22:38:00.002-05:002008-09-30T22:59:42.242-05:0030 Days Hath SeptemberI swear this month flew by, is it just me? I thoroughly enjoyed my birthday, it was filled with love and attention (2 things that I undeniably love). It started off with AD calling me- he was actually the first one to wish me happy bday. I appreciated that.Of course I had to work but it wasn't so bad. KR called me while I was at work and sang Stevie Wonder's birthday Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-75953287623276916642008-09-20T15:16:00.013-05:002008-09-26T11:06:11.783-05:00I Want It AllIndulgence. What a sweet word, it just rolls of the tongue. Indulgence. . . like smooth velvety chocolate. Indulge . . . purple velvet caressing my shoulders. Indulgent . . . full and thoroughly satisfied.I think I have been giving myself far too much lately. I have been lazy, indulgent, and have lacked discipline for the past 2 weeks or so. I am buying what I want, eating what I Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-23792035662363679792008-09-04T22:15:00.004-05:002008-09-20T14:59:54.592-05:00Never Let A Man Put His Hands On You"Never let a man put his hands on you." My mother raised me with this advice. She always taught me that it is NEVER acceptable for any man, boy, or any member of the male gender to EVER lay a hand against me. And if he ever did . . . to wear his ass out.She started teaching me this long before she ever mentioned that she had been a victim of domestic violence. Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-43655315382760625752008-08-19T09:39:00.003-05:002009-01-14T10:38:47.951-06:00Letters To My Former Present SelfDear Elizabeth,It has been a long time since I last saw you. I mean, I see you around every now and again going off to work, at the store, and sometimes out running errands, but I rarely get a chance to actually chat with you and see how life is going. I hope that things are going well.Are you still working at the Farm? It's funny because I remember you tellingLyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-39358097979779346822008-07-27T19:53:00.002-05:002008-07-27T20:07:05.765-05:00Sunday, SundayI cherish these Sundays. Lazy, laid back, free flowing. I don't like to plan anything on my Sundays, not even a plan to get together with friends who I'd otherwise be with. Plans aren't for Sundays. Everything should happen spontaneously.Monday through Saturday my life is planned out. I know what time I have to wake up, what time I have to be at work, what times I'll need to Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-59177380083702513072008-07-15T23:23:00.002-05:002008-07-15T23:35:23.216-05:00This 6 year old girl really has some talent. Hearing this rendition of "I Will Always Love You" touched my heart as if it were my first time hearing the song. Oh my aching heart.Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-35762751667012733042008-05-13T11:52:00.002-05:002008-05-13T13:17:53.748-05:00Wake UpI've never had too many problems falling asleep at night. I can fall asleep in bed, on the couch, on the floor, or even kneeling over a project. Sleep is a gem sent from the heavens, and I am so blessed that it comes so easily to me. I really just enjoy sleep. I can sleep at work, in class, at the doctor's office, and even at the movie theater. I can sleep in a house, I can sleep on a Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-31565928415807639372008-04-22T11:43:00.002-05:002008-04-22T13:56:09.356-05:00I'm GreatI've never been too good at bragging on myself. That could be why I have trouble with those "about me" sections of profiles. You want to present the best image of yourself, and if you really are great, how can you tell people that without sounding like a pretentious egomaniac? I'm putting together the end-of-year banquet program. Dr. S asked me to be the alumna speaker. I think I Lyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-1432637148993504642008-03-05T12:28:00.003-06:002008-03-05T12:56:59.561-06:00 I Hate It.I keep busy at the League. I am the "Editor in Chief" if you will, of our newsletter and that thing is a lot of work. Finding articles, scheduling interviews, and securing good pictures for the monthly newsletter, plus keeping up with my other administrative tasks is sometimes more of a struggle than I anticipated. (note the cluttered desk) When I send out the newsletter, its sent toLyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905450.post-42284929925720823762008-02-06T12:00:00.000-06:002008-02-06T12:21:11.788-06:00What the Hell Man??I keep having these pregnant dreams. I had one a few nights ago and last night seemed to be a continuation. The dream was eerie in that there were no strange, "what are you doing in my dream", unexpected characters, and everything was pretty realistic. There wasn't much dialouge, but mostly a lot of thoughts.I dreamt that I was pregnant, only I didn't know I was pregnant. ILyric27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13379277035974074013noreply@blogger.com0