Back at School

So I'm back at school.

We have two days of R.A training. As I said before I don't know what they are going to teach me that I don't already know.

After an afternoon of doing different reflection activities, we went out to dinner. We went to Towson Diner, which is apparently a staple for LoCo students, but I'd never been there. Go figure. My mother says I'm a contrarian and always say what I'm not going to do. She's right. But I never follow people. I didn't get to where I am by following other people, rather than leading my own path. I ended up having a cheese burger deluxe, which equalled a burger, fries, and cole slaw. It was all good.

Later we had to stop by a gathering of all the RA's with some booty doo karoke. Ummm pass.

So I went back to the dorm and I helped a friend move back in to the dorm. We made like three trips from her car to her dorm room. My homie had a lot of stuff. So we decided to take a ride in search of dessert. Instead of searching for a place we decided on one of her favorite spots Bill Bateman.

I interrupt this blog to announce I like this song, which was playing on the car ride to Bateman's.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6_Pwu9DFBM

Natasha Bedingfield's "Love Like This"

I concede, I'm probably late, but I don't listen to the radio. I'm too busy doing other stuff.

Back to the blog...

So she treated me to dessert at Bill Bateman's. Yeah it's the wing lace but it also has good wings. I don't remember what we shared but it involved a chocolate chip cookie baked in a skillet topped with ice cream, and fudge. Delish.

What wasn't delish. The stares I got from jump. As soon as I walked into the place stares and glares. Damn, can't be seen with a white woman? The hostess looked like she wanted to say something. Then there was a black couple sitting a table away, after staring for a minute they got over. Then enter a younger black couple and the woman at the table did not stop eyeing me. I was like damn, see something you like.

Yeah, I was a little bothered by it.

I love black love.

I finally got around to watching "Will You Marry Me" on Essence.com

It was coo my fave couple Davon and Nerisse, yes, I agreed with J's sugestion. My second favorite Demetrius and Chrissy. But I def liked Davon's proposal the best.

I'm all for black love but people need to get over their perceptions of what's legit or not.

First, I wasn't on a date. Second, if I were to date outside my race I don't think I should be looked at as a science experiment. Nor should I be shot "that look", which equals the look of scorn.

People irkin me already making me count down til I jet for San Antonio.

What's even better is that once I get back I have a day off. We're celebrating MLK Day on the 21st. It actually sucks because although I don't have class, I just realized I don't have class anyways. Monday's is one of the days for the internship and I'll probably have to go in, cause the news doesn't give the day off. There goes sleeping in!

Holla.

And Now a Word From Our Fellow Blogger Epsilonicus

"If I lived in Texas you'd be a godfather by now."

It all started with a text.

It was actually his way of sending out an S.O.S.

Well actually Eps first called me last night. He called to say his phone was working, and for me to call him back. That never happened yesterday. Unfortunately I was pissed off, and not feeling so well. I guess you could say more angry than sick. In fact the anger may be why I didn't feel so well. Now, as opposed to when I was younger, I sleep when angry. I just sleep it off. I put the phone on the charger, turn the ringer off. I put on the headphones, if I'm not tired. I tune something in, tune other things out. I drift off into sleep. I sleep it off. Why? As to avoid doing anything stupid or crazy.

So apparently Bestie #1 (he's #1 cause I met him first) didn't lose the phone, he just lost service in the phone. The dude was out hanging out and he got his phone wet. He had to wait until now for weeks he for it to dry out.
In that time they've made headway on their excavation. They're digging 10 cm length, 10 cm width, and 10 cm in depth, 100 cubic centimeters. Eps's crew is digging new the site of a 19th century home. The archaeologists and anthropologists in training believe they are at a site where a 1870's era house once stood. Eps's assignment is to dig near what he believes was the porch area. He says he's found broken glass and other clues. Another student is digging near a fireplace, and she's found things such as sewing needles. They definitely believe someone would sit near the fireplace and sew. Years of rain, dust, and nature taking its course has buried much of what they will now find.

Fascinating.

Eps and I circa 2005...I look the same..homeboy now has dreadlocks.

Even though I joke one best friend is poised to dig into people (med student possible surgeon), and another one is poised to dig in dirt (Eps the archaeology major).

KG and I circa 2005....he's the Univ. of Pennsylvania (Ivy League) bound med student.

I guess I shouldn't make fun cause I'll be digging up stories.

He also talked about being torn between his 2 girls from Eerie, 2 girls in Bmore, 2 girls in field school with him digging in dirt, and the locals.

"In town I see girls: white girls, black girls, they all have bubble butts."

I guess we know what that dude has on the brain.

I can't blame him his ex is straight tripping. He hates my "ideal woman". I claim his ex when she ain't tripping. He often calls her "your friend" when he ain't busy calling her just well, "her". But since they been in Texas, "her" has been tripping. I kind of sort of don't want to claim her.

"I be in Wal-mart like a kid in a candy store"..."How old is you, are you 18? Preferably 23, I need a girl with a job and some benefits who can help take care of me."

For some reason I don't think he was joking.

He says to send all our fellow bloggers, some blogger love. In 2.5 weeks, he says he'll be back in blogger world.

Editors Note: Notice the change in disposition with the two best friends. Note Eps is the clown, KG's the serious one. One keeps me grounded, the other keeps me focused. Balance, folks, balance. LoL.

Just Sitting Here

Sitting in the library, chilling out before I head in to the station.

Reflecting on something I read, "Keep your expectations about people so low that you'll always be surprised and never disappointed."

I am realizing that I am a bit of an asshole at times. Yesterday one of my co-workers asked why I never hang out with them. We just don't mesh. Their idea of a good time and my idea of a good time are two completely different things. And yes I have given it a chance, and umm it failed. While I know the value of being out of my comfort zone and doing new things. There needs to be a limit. I still need time to be true to me. I am a firm believer in taking "me time." That involves everyday after 7:30 and before I begin my next day.

My response to the inquiry elaborated on my position, "Please don't take this the wrong way. This might sound bad, but after spending eight hours with you guys, I don't want to see you. I don't want to see ya'll, I need a break."

Atleast I was honest.

The good thing is I get along with my roommates for the most part. Though I had a dream I had a physical confrontation with one of them two nights ago. I'm really hoping that wasn't a reflection of my subconscious mind. HaHa.

Anyways, we're almost done another week. Sadly, I must work Saturday. I'm a photog for the next three weekends. I loved my news director until she did that...

Stay well.

P.S.
For those who know the best friend Eps. He's struggling but persevering. For the next six weeks or so he'll be in Texas completing archaeological field school, my next post will be about the craziness my boy has encountered. Due to spotty cell phone service its all about text messaging, and letter writing. Letter writing is a lost art.