So yea...

So yea....
Long time, no talk, eh? Oh rather, long time different blog. I decided to go back to the old reliable, as I sit here thinking about making a PB&J sandwich. God! That sounds so good with a tall glass of cold milk.. MMMMmmmm. Anywhooooo. So I'm planning to embark on the next big adventure in my life. (Well, it's not really big but it's something that I'm pretty excited and nervous about.) I'm moving out of the parents' house, kiddies! Yea... This so should not be a big deal, but this is the first time I'll be living on my own and NOT being in school at the same time. I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm sad, I'm happy, I'm esctatic, I'm depressed, but most of all..... I'm ready. I've put so much time and planning into this that I decided it was time to actually do it. I told my dad today and, I swear, It's one of the hardest things I've had to do in a while. I don't know why. And what's crazy about this is that I've planned to tell both my parents for the past month. Everytime I found a moment to do it, I just couldn't. I couldn't do it. Was it fear of what they would say or fear of making this dream and goal a reality? Maybe a little of both, but ah well... I finally did it. I did it! The hard part is finally over. Now that I've got a hold on my finances, I just have to worry about moving all of the big stuff, ya know? God, It's such a pain, but I'm hoping I'll stay on top of things.

Maybe it would just be better to move the big stuff a little at a time instead of trying to do it all at once. It's gonna be near impossible when school at SLU starts in the fall and I'm working a ton more. Yea... that would be PRETTYYYYYY stupid. haha! ^_^ I'm so hungry, man, damn. BUt I really wanted to finish this first blog in, like, 2 months. Sorry, myspace. You don't deserve my ideas and thoughts anymore.... or at least for now.

Also, I've had something really random and minute on my mind recently. White boys. That's right. I SAID IT!! White boys. They really have been getting on my nerves these days. Why is that? Well, lemme explain and see if any black girls know what I'm talkin' about. Have you ever met a white guy that wants to get to know you, or is friends with you, or is trying to date you and he touches your hair and..... is really confused and weirded out by the texture?! Then they make this weird face and say, "Why does it feel like that???" It's so fucking annoying and it happens all the time. They touch your hair and their hand kinda cringes for a minute..... AND THEN..... they wipe it off on their pants. OH MY GOD!!! It drives me crazy. And each time, in my head, I'm thinking ," Did you REALLY think my hair is gonna feel the same as yours?" WTF?!?!?!?! UGH! I need someone who "gets it". Know what i'm sayin'? Or at least doesn't make that annoying face. JESUS!! Sorry. It's really not even that big 'o deal but I had to be dramatic and vent for a minute. {off the soapbox now} Well, I guess I'm gonna finally make that PB&J and work on sending in my resume a few thousand places. Yea... I'll save that subject for the next blog.

Peace & Luv
Sha Sha