School Dayz

I just finished eating leftovers from a late Saturday night dinner at PF Changs with my friend Aprill.

(For the foodies out there I had the Organic Agave Margarita, Crab Wontons, and Pepper Steak with Brown Rice)

As I dined on what was left of last night's meal, it made me think of a conversation with our waiter from last night Gary who told us waiting tables was his second job, which he worked so he could go to school.

I myself couldn't imagine having had to work two jobs and go to school at the same time.

I barely survived working part-time, interning, volunteering, and going to class.

Then I thought about it last year for a hot minute I was going to work and go to school, though it became cost prohibitive.

Recently, I have been thinking about going back to school. The only question is what for?

Speaking of school, one of my best friends from college is coming to visit Bmore on Wednesday. He wants me to go to campus with him, I'm thinking nah, cause I'll be there in two weeks for the black student association's fashion show. That'll give me my LoCo fix.

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.