Tuesday, November 9, 2010
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
I know it's a bit early to hype up yet another disappointing Valentine's Day. But. If I got this in my mailbox, I'd be the happiest girl alive:
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
It's G.O.O.D. Night
I haven't properly slept since the beginning of August.
The effects of my now-three-month pattern are starting to show. Mainly the circles underneath my eyes have become darker and I've become more dependent on caffeine to keep me awake during my marathon weeks. Mayhaps I'm making all of this up, though.
All of this time and I have yet to figure out what started this all. I could say that I still haven't gotten used to sleeping alone after two months, or I still haven't adjusting to slumbering next to a train like I did in London for five weeks. Maybe I'm going crazy from the hot mess I've become this semester. If you can figure me out, please clue me in a bit.
So. I need something to do while I'm awake for an extra handful of hours. I really can't get used to Tumblr, so this is the next best thing.
What better way to kick things off than to introduce you to my gangsta side? That's right. White Girl Tries to Be Ironic and Go 'Hood. I may have earned a bit of extra street cred while residing in Hell's Kitchen, but it's always been in me. Recently Jordan from Do Something has been reminding me to "Drop beats, not bombs" and "hip-hop is a lifestyle". I've always been aware of this. Case in point: every morning, I walk to the office/the NRQ train/the 'Ham with Ice Cube's Today Was a Good Day blaring in my headphones. It's my quintessential pump-up song, and always assures me that yes, today will indeed be a good day. Word to your mother.
The effects of my now-three-month pattern are starting to show. Mainly the circles underneath my eyes have become darker and I've become more dependent on caffeine to keep me awake during my marathon weeks. Mayhaps I'm making all of this up, though.
All of this time and I have yet to figure out what started this all. I could say that I still haven't gotten used to sleeping alone after two months, or I still haven't adjusting to slumbering next to a train like I did in London for five weeks. Maybe I'm going crazy from the hot mess I've become this semester. If you can figure me out, please clue me in a bit.
So. I need something to do while I'm awake for an extra handful of hours. I really can't get used to Tumblr, so this is the next best thing.
What better way to kick things off than to introduce you to my gangsta side? That's right. White Girl Tries to Be Ironic and Go 'Hood. I may have earned a bit of extra street cred while residing in Hell's Kitchen, but it's always been in me. Recently Jordan from Do Something has been reminding me to "Drop beats, not bombs" and "hip-hop is a lifestyle". I've always been aware of this. Case in point: every morning, I walk to the office/the NRQ train/the 'Ham with Ice Cube's Today Was a Good Day blaring in my headphones. It's my quintessential pump-up song, and always assures me that yes, today will indeed be a good day. Word to your mother.
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