Back At It

What the hell is going on in the United States?? Banks are crashing. First Washington Mutual failed last week and Wachovia crashed today. It has literally become a fight to get GAS. Gas people??? If gas goes away, how the hell are people supposed to get to work to make their living? My folks at home are sitting in line for more than an hour to get gas and folks are actually fighting at the pump. People see a gas trunk and stalk the thing to see if it's going to the station. Am I the only one that sees a problem here? Bush proposed his 700 mil bailout deal and Congress failed to pass it today. So now what? I'm starting to get nervous. When housing foreclosures ran through the roof, or course I felt bad about it and said we need to do something. When gas prices started soaring through the roof and it cost me a grip to go anywhere besides work, I was concerned. But now!!! I'm a nervous. I'm living off of loans of at the moment. I'm not as educated as I should be about these matters but I'm sure all these events continuing adding up is not going to make it any easier for me or trying-to-make-it folks out here in the world. It just seems like SO much is going on these days. We need some CHANGE!

Back to my small world... I was ghost a few days. Had to do some "house" cleaning. I think I'm back in the game now and ready to fight for at least another month. I might just need a few days every month to scream, vent and cry. Whatever the remedy is... I'll figure it out.

It has been raining since late Thursday night. I didn't move. I already don't like the walking and then you want me to go somewhere with the possibility that I might get my feet wet. No!! My mood would be so sour. So I stayed in all weekend and did the usual, studied. When I woke up this morning it was pouring. I rolled over and asked the Lord as usual to watch over my loved one, but to please cease the rain until I got to the trolley station. When I opened the door 30 minutes later. LORD JESUS, THANK YOU... the rain had calmed down. I realized that I needed to get some better rain gear right then. When class dismissed R and I went to Target. I got some rain boots. I'll be prepared on Wednesday when the rain is supposed to get started again. I got a few other things at Target too. Of course I wasn't supposed to but when R said she would take me home and thought it was the perfect opportunity to get a few things needed for my new place. I got a lamp and comforter for the cheap. TOO EXCITED. I could not leave them.

I'm thinking there was something else I thought about this morning that I wanted to talk about. OOOOOO... I remember now. I have a heightened sense of smell. Always have... I smell everything. So the addition of rain to some people on public transportation is just too much to bear. The bus smelled like garbage. I smelt chips, funk, dead fruit (LOL), a whole list of things. That's when you kindly stick you nose in the corner of whatever you are wearing. I wanted to ask if we could crack a window of something. All that funk was beginning to curl my hair!

Another thing and then I'll go. My group and I met with Dr. B this morning to get some feedback on our counseling techniques. I wasn't as nervous as I've been in the past and I did my thing without giving a second thought to the idea that Dr. B was over there with his pen and pad scrambling away critique notes about my delivery. In the end he said I did a good job and I think he believes I want to go into the field. He made a comment about his medical science students usually being horrible and I was like... Hey, I'm a medical science student dawg. Feels good to shock folks now and then! There are a few things I have to watch out for and I'll be sure to get those in check before the next mock doctor/patient session.

Ok... let me go. I've got a quiz on Friday, an exam on Monday and another exam on next Friday. It's crunch time ladies and gentleman. Ya'll have a good night or good morning (depending on when you are ready this) Muah!!!! (that's love)!

Missing Home and My Sanity

Tonight, after a long and exhausting week that doesn't seem like it's going to get any better... All I wanna do is sit with some of the people who know me best, with a glass of wine in my hand, and release. I imagine I'm going to be pretty damn strong when I leave Boston. My strength is being tested in every way and to be honest, right now... I don't wanna deal with any of it. Calm down all that are reading. I haven't lost my mind and I will do what is necessary. A girl is allowed to have difficult days.

New Digs

Real short post today... I did go look at the place and it works. There was one little thing that I wasn't entirely thrilled about. I won't tell right now. I'll send a pic as soon as I move in. It's going to be fine though. I got a plan.... Anyway. I'm going to try and get the paperwork signed before the week ends and I should be able to get my key on Monday. Whoooo hooo!!!

A Little Ray of Sunshine

In this crappy day, I have found a little ray of sunshine. I think I found a place to live. I am going to go look at it tomorrow. It's a house turned apartment like. There are two other students in the house; one below me and one above me. The girl who lives above me is also a graduate student at the school. The owner of the home was trying to explain to me that she has some reason that she goes to NY every couple of days; basically she is rarely there. I would share a bathroom with her. The guy downstairs is a new resident and will be spending most of his time at the hospital. His mother owns the house. All three of us share the kitchen and laundry facilities. One great thing about it, I have my own private entrance. I don't have to see anyone unless I'm hungry. In a perfect situation, I would have my own place. In this real situation, single housing near the school is entirely too expensive for the kind of money a graduate student has. So... you take what you can get. This actually is not bad at all. I just hope it looks worth a damn. Most everything around the school is pretty stylish so I'm not worried about that too much. We'll see. Oh.. and the place is furnished. I've got a futon, desk, and chest. Great!!! Oh and did I mention that it is 2 blocks from the school. 2 blocks!!! I could roll out my bed much closer to class time. Sooo excited. Really am getting tired of the running out the house a little before 7 to get to my 8:30 class. With that being said... time for me to get under the covers. I'm anxious to start a new day...

Fake It Until You Make It

Today has been one of the hardest days I've had in a LONG time. While moving here was difficult, I took it well. Today, I'm not taking some things all that well. I partially blame that damn psychopathology class. It has ended up cracking me like a raw egg and now I'm beginning to seep out my shell. Driving me absolutely crazy. I have been fighting back tears since I left the house this morning. By the time I was on my way back to the house this afternoon, I let a little slip. I was sitting waiting on the train. A little old black lady had apparenetly been watching me. She came over to me and simply put her hand on my thigh. She leaned over to me and said, "have faith. God will take care of you". Somebody must be looking out for me!

Enymes Lecture Is So Interesting....

I'm sitting in Biochem right now. I am so sleepy. The first hour my head swayed back and forth while I struggled to keep my eyes open. I decided that I should open up my laptop and do something to make it seem like I am paying attention. Most of the time when we learn something in Biochem that I have heard before, I doze off. If it's something new... I'm glued to the professor. I guess you can deduce that we aren't learning anything new today. There hasn't been much going on today. It's still pretty early in the day. I did manage to get a lot more stuff in my paper during my two hour break after physiology. I'm going to take an hr nap when I get to the house and then I'm going to close my paper before early evening approaches.

Heroes season premiere is tonight. There are certain shows in my life that I cannot live without. This is one. I make sure to schedule time in my day for these essential shows. On Thursday, Grey's Anatomy comes back. I'm so glad TV is getting better. There was a long period where there was NOTHING on television to watch. AIght, I'm going to see if I can concentrate real hard and listen to what my professor/advisor is talking about. Only 23 minutes left....

And How Did That Make You Feel...

I had high hopes that this week would start off differently than the last. I would be asleep now, getting my 3rd or 4th hour of sleep and wake up in a few hours anxious to get the week rolling. Not there I see. Instead I am just wrapping up an attempt at my psychopathology paper and will probably wake up in a few hours sour and irritated. DAMN! Maybe next week! I did get quite a bit done this weekend though and that is reason to smile. Back to the paper... The more I write this thing, the more my thoughts and perceptions change and the more lost I become. I think I have changed directions about 3 times. I probably could have been done if I would have picked my position and stuck to it. Not that easy!! Mental health is entirely too complex for me to be trying to pull it apart. I'm a hard science kind of girl. Give me some proof. There are too many unanswered questions in mental health. I realized after saying that I'm a hard-science-kind-of-girl, that many believe medicine isn't that concrete either. There is a enough proof of things to diagnose most problems in plain ole' medicine. That is just not the case with mental disorders. While I find it all very intriguing; I highly doubt you will find me on a couch trying to diagnose these type of illnesses, asking questions like, "and how does that make you feel?". Too complex for me!!! At any rate, I really don't know where my paper is going but I have to figure it out, clean it up and made it BADD before 8:30 am Tuesday. I have to do this and still keep up with everything else too. Ooooo... the stress!!! Not really... just the sleep deprivation. Going now... goodnight or should I say good morning?

Happy Birthday Lou

Today was L's 69th birthday. The phone rang ALL DAY long. She seemed to be thrilled even though she claimed it was just another day.

I rolled out of bed around 11am. I moved real slow too. I was so tired yesterday. As soon as I closed my laptop last night, it was over. I don't remember if I got my prayers out my mouth good. I apologized this morning to the Lord just in case last night's prayer was a little fuzzy. Back to this morning... I took a long shower, tweazed the brows, did all that girl stuff to make sure that I keep up my appearance. And then to the books I went. I did that until around something after 4 and then I decided to go with L to her daughter's house for her birthday dinner. I wasn't going to go, but was upset at the idea that I might spend the ENTIRE day behind closed doors. Plus... it's L's birthday!!! Let's go!!

We had a pretty good time at Sam's house. I stuffed my face of course. Hmmmm... nothing like fried chicken!!! They gave L's wet cards (I'll explain in a minute) and sang songs. So the wet card thing... L says she likes her cards to be wet; basically filled with money. One of her grandsons drew a bucket with water dripping out in his card. Funny. For the most part, L got what she asked for as her children have a little competition to see who will write the biggest check. I'll take one if ya'll willing and able!! Anyway... they sang quite a few songs for L. She's got a very vocal family and they all have really nice voices. Her son P is really talented and his voice... amazing. We talked for quite a bit. He plays the piano, sings, writes, the whole nine yards. We had a little thing going bout old music. Sam had the television on to one of those Comcast channels that plays music. He had no idea who he was challenging. I called every last one that came across the tube. He wasn't ready!!!

That was it. We've been back at the house for about 30 minutes now. I've changed into my comfy clothes and am about to call my editor to work some kinks out my Psychopathology paper.

Approaching A State of Comatose

I am exhausted. It was a LONG day in every aspect of my life. KT and I talked. Accomplished anything? NO. I took my quiz. Passed? To be determined (accompanied with light laughter). I did manage to get a lot of work done on my Psychopathology paper. I had to stop because my own reasoning was beginning to get too complicated for my sleep deprived brain. I also went to Target today. When I woke up shivering this morning, I figured it was a good time to go get some t-shits and tights to ward off these biting Northeastern winds. And now I'm going to pass out... Night!

Great Treasure at the Dump

I decided to take a break because at the moment my brain in swimming with too much information. I have my first quiz tomorrow in Physiology. I think I'm 90% ready. I'm sitting here trying figure out if losing sleep is worth getting that remaining percentage. I'll figure it out by the time I finish typing this post.

Nothing much happened today. I saw Andrew again on the train. Geez!!! I was standing up fidgeting like a kid trying to sort through of a whole list of things in my head when I could feel it.... someone was looking at me. Aww hell, I thought!!! I looked up and it was the second gentleman that I met yesterday. He nodded, I did the same and that was it. Good. Looks like he knows how to respect boundaries.

Briefly on another subject matter... I don't think KT and I are going to make it. This will probably be the last time you see his initials typed in my blog. I think I'm being dumped (a first). Without getting into the details, it simply comes down to I want it to work and he doesn't. I can't fight the battle alone!!! Doesn't sting as much as I imagined. Of course that is probably because of my ego. Thank goodness!!! I'm cute. I'm educated and I know how to LOVE. Someone will see the jewel behind this corky, silly girl and they won't be able to resist. Until then... more physiology!

Running On the Train...

There is always an adventure waiting to happen on MBTA (Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority). Today I visited the Charles River campus of BU because I knew there was a CVS pharmacy over there and I needed to pick up some meds.. I make my way over there, get my stuff and wait on the trolley to come pick me up. AS SOON AS I GET ON THE TROLLEY, this older white man (50s) says to me, "hello beauty". Aww how cute! I smile and am ready to move it to the back. I can't. PACKED. I end up right in front of Mister Compliments. He continues, "you have such beautiful features. Are you from the islands?" Ha. Folks kill me when they pull the "islands" question. Most of the time when people ask me something like that, it is because I have opened my mouth and they hear a little something. I hadn't said two words to this guy. I asked him why he would ask and he said my facial features were typical of island women. That's a new one on me. Ok. Whatever. I tell the man where I'm from (making light conversation, BIG MISTAKE). He goes on to tell me he is Russell from the UK. He sees the BUMS fleece I'm sporting and asks what my undergraduate major was. I answer and he quickly goes on to tell me two jokes. The first was about a pregnant typewriter; she missed a period. The second joke was about a physicist, but I don't recall it. By this time, I was trying to plan my escape. I didn't hear a word he said. By this time, other people on the trolley are beginning to find comic relief in my little situation. I looked over to one girl who stretched her eyes and motioned with her mouth, "RUN". I'm cracking up now, but at the time I was like what the hell is going on. WHY ME???? So Russell makes his move, "Tell me beautiful, have you ever dated outside of your race?" I quickly and coldly respond, "I'm seeing someone". "That does not matter. I have two girlfriends in the UK. We just cheat on each other all the time". That's refreshing to know. What makes you think that statement would enhance your chances of being with me? Just crazy. "I think we would make a colorful pair", he says. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! He keeps going, "What do I need to do to get your contact information? Does it help knowing that I've dated black women before?". Now I'm laughing hysterically along with about 10 other people surrounding me. We finally make it to the next stop. People are getting off!!! Hallelujah. I let Russell know it was nice to make his acquaintance and I squeeze my way to the middle of the trolley. I get a whole 30 seconds of relief and I hear Russell at the front, "Excuse me, excuse me. How about a proposition?". I look up and find the heavy set man squeezing himself through the crowd. Before I could say another word, a white guy (about my age) from the front of the bus follows Russell. He tells Russell that he thinks I've had enough and that it was a good effort, but to leave it alone. Russell ignores him at first but when the other guy repeats himself, Russell hushes. THANK YOU JESUS. I could have straddled the other boy at this point. THANK YOU!!!! I spend the rest of my trolley ride with Russell looking at me from the side. Where is my stop???

I get off the trolley and make my way for the subway. Isn't that a lot? Maybe it's just me. I get frustrated at the trolley, subway, bus routine trying to get somewhere. Oh well... The train comes and I am looking forward to sitting down and releasing. I get on and find a seat. I put in my earphones and am about to get in chill mode when I realize someone is looking at me. WHAT THE BLEEP???? Sitting to my left, is a gentleman staring SO HARD at me I think he's about to attack. Ok... avoid eye contact, move as soon as possible, lean over on kid on the right. I was going through all these thoughts on the train. Dude stared at me for a good 5 minutes until he mustered up his strength. He taps me on the leg. FIRST OF ALL... that's how people lose hands. DON'T TOUCH ME!!! "Ummmm, do you have the time?", he struggles to get out of his mouth. "Three-thirty". I turn back around. Five minutes later and here comes the play, "So, you got a man?". Why is that always one of the first things that comes out of men's mouths? Ok... let's say you really wanna talk to me. Plain ole conversation is how we get started. At this point on my ride home, I've had enough. I'm not going to be rude, but dude... NOT TODAY!!! I kindly tell him yes and that I am not interested. Homeboy stares me down for the remainder of the ride. He was with me the ENTIRE time. How fortunate am I? When I got off the subway and made my way to my last trolley, I talked to God for a minute, "Lord please. No more". I made it back to the house without anymore "hollas". This is two days in a row. I'm not getting on MBTA tomorrow. Just joking! I wish Sylvia (my car) was here.

On the Ride to Mattapan

The train ride home got to me today. I think I'm a little emotional. Coming off the bus, I went down the steps and found me a bench to occupy until the train arrived. Not too long after my arrival, an old man with Parkinson's disease came and sat by me. His tremor was quite pronounced and immediately my heart sank. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. He just started talking to me. He said that cleaning the tunnel would make a lot of money. He said he wasn't sure if it was worth it though, considering the amount of danger one would be in being down there. He just seemed like he really wanted to talk and I was more than willing to oblige. I have such a soft spot for senior citizens and children. Just sitting there made me wonder about his home situation and his life. I wonder if he had folks to talk to him at home; people to love him. I almost got choked up right there. I wanted to give him the biggest hug I could muster up. Of course I refrained.
While talking with the old man, another guy comes up and whispers, "Hey mama!". Oh hell... don't look. Scowl. Don't smile. It didn't work. He did a u-turn and parked it on the other side of me. Don't you see I'm talking with someone? Anyway, he spits his game. I guess it was the best he had to offer. He wanted to know if I had a man. If my man was treating me like I should be treated. Then came the guarantee that he could treat me much better. Not interested I say. Let's talk about something else since you insist on running your mouth with me. What do you do? Nothing! What all does that entail? Chilling. He dropped out of high school and has just been floating around since. Dude. C'mon. You gotta do something with yourself before you go hollering at females. Anyway... I matter-of-factly told KT about the encounter (just sharing my day). He could give a damn but I'm not going there.
I finally escape to the train. Mr. I-can-treat-you-better is not going my way. Thank goodness. So I ride along listening to my music and wondering about the old man. When I get on the trolley, things get too weird. On the second to last stop to Mattapan, the trolley stops and all I see is a hat behind the door. As the doors open, on gets a man that is a dead ringer for Uncle John. I almost forgot to breathe. He had on the same kinds of clothes, shoes, jacket, and hat that Uncle John would have worn. The only difference was that this gentleman was a little smaller than Johnnie. Had the man coughed, I probably would have jumped off the trolley. It was too freaky. Immediately I had all these memories and feelings rush back to me. It was time to get home. I escape to sleep when there is too much stuff in the outside world going on. Today seems to be one of those days. Or it could be that my lack of sleep is affecting my mood. At any rate... nap time.

Not A Blunt

I am on my way to bed, but I had come and clarify something. KT called and asked me if I had a blunt in my mouth in my picture from Saturday's blog (Chocolate Cake). I must say it does look like a roach; however, it is only a fork. I don't do that particular recreational drug. Ya'll know my poison is alcohol. Ok... off to bed. Ya'll see what time it is? I gotta get up at 6. No sleep til Thanksgiving!

Thirsty For More

OK!!!! So here’s the best way for me to put this. Everyone gets thirsty. Some people get water, some get crystal light, some get soda and even more, some get juice. There are a million different drinks that can quench one’s thirst. I don’t know what beverage the Church of Christ is but it is not the drink to quench my thirst. I tried L’s church once more today and I am beginning to learn more and more about their denomination. Service… I know my mouth dropped when the elder referred to men sleeping with men, women sleeping with women and (ready?) men sleeping with animals. Why are we talking about bestiality in here??? I just don’t agree with how they put stuff out there. How about a little tact and reverence?!?! It seems like their main concern is sex and repentance. There are other things regarding salvation that need to be discussed. So frustrating! So after church I decide that I’ll go hang out with Whit and D. They are having a young folk’s fellowship at another’s girls place. Okay! Cool! Why not? It’s time to meet some more young people. I get there and am actually having a good time. Two other females are sitting next to me and we kick it off pretty well. One actually has a lot in common with me (A LOT). Anyway, we eat and listen to music. Two hrs after getting there the hostess turns off the radio and says discussion time. Serious???!!! What ya’ll discussing? Politics? Hang out spots? Education? Religion of course. They read the church bulletin story and ask everyone to share their feelings about the reading. I’m still in awe. So D says that he realizes folks were in the room that were not a part of CoC and that there may be questions to be asked. Ok… I got one!!! Where are ya’ll instruments? It is dead in church! The explanation that I got was that in the New Testament there is no mention of musical instruments and that CoC Christians only worship God according to what is “authorized” in the good book. There is no mention of instruments in the New Testament, so what is not of faith, is a sin (Roman 14:23). So I was thinking I don’t remember there being mention of pews, hymnals, or even electricity in the Bible. Does that mean we are wrong for using them in the service? C’mon people!!! It amazes me how folks can take the Bible and twist it around until they get stuff like this. I am sorry if you are reading this and happen to be a part of this denomination. I mean no harm; I just have a hard time being quiet when I don’t believe in something. I told them all, “well I used to play piano in the church and I see nothing wrong with it?” I know they ready to kick me out now. So I get asked, what am I. BAPTIST!!! Anymore questions? I think not cuz I know ya’ll don’t wanna hear what I got to say. It was time to go!!! So I’m home now and I finally decided to look up some more info on the church. Other common beliefs across the board is that communion should be done every Sunday, there is a strong need for close fellowship (that explains meeting almost every day), the belief that the congregation is to be under the authority of elders (wonder what all that entails) and for the most part, the belief that those who are not in the Church of Christ are not saved. Oh boy!!! I wonder what they saying about me??? I gotta get out before they start trying to brainwash me. I also see that one of their teachings include women being submissive to men and not speaking up in church. I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW IT!!! Just the order of seating in the church felt funny to me. Most of the men congregate to the front, all on the first few rows. I knew there was more to that. The first time I went to the church it was youth day and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why none of the little girls were participating. Oh this definitely ain’t the spot for me. More research: CoC was listed on the FBI cult list at one time because of their controlling ways. TIME TO BOUNCE!!!! Ya'll pray for me!

Chocolate Cake

I have been a good girl today!! I've been studying. I decided to come out the dungeon and made my way to the kitchen table. That studying on the bed was counter-productive. Anyway, I got started around 1 and have been at it up to this point. L came home from a church function and brought me back a slice of chocolate cake. I guess that'll be my reward for studying all day. Can't make that a habit!!! The last time I was in school rewarding myself for good behavior I ended up 30 lbs heavier. I only ate half the cake. I'm not as big a fan of chocolate as my mother is. She would love the cake. I wonder if it will keep in the mail??? Ok... that's enough of a break. Back to it. I've got a butt load of material to learn. And back to the dungeon I go... L turned on the television. I need quiet.

Distant Dreamer

Short entry today. I am so behind on what I am supposed to be doing; however, the night is still young. I just wanted to share my song for the upcoming year. Check it out! By the way, its Duffy. You should definitely check out her stuff. Side note: I hope you know I'm not dreaming like Homer of a donut. I just threw that picture in there for mild comic relief. If you know me you know what's in my dream bubble. Night!!

Hurry Hurry... Read All About It: She Actually Is Nice

It was a very busy day, but exciting none the less. I really enjoyed everything today!! LOL. I sound like a nerd. That’s me. I not only went to class, but I was glad that I had. First class, counseling techniques… This was my first time in the class, since I played hooky last week. I loved it. So the whole concept of the class is learning how to talk to patients, gain their trust, and overall make them feel comfortable with you. So today we gathered in groups and took turns playing therapist, client and observer. Trying to emote was difficult during the first exercise. I wasn’t feeling any one emotion, so to sit there and try to conjure one up proved to be quite a task. The second task was a little easier. I just decided to talk honestly. I can’t concentrate on improving my skills if I’m occupied with making up a situation (plus all the emotions that might come with the situation). No thanks. So playing client was fine. I just started running my mouth (simple enough for me to do). When it came time to play therapist… here came the challenge. What am I supposed to do? Both of my partners have been doing this for a minute and are damn near pros. They even dress like shrinks. Anyway… I do pretty good for the first five or six minutes and then I freeze. What else am I supposed to say? Do I give advice? Do I just keep digging for more from the client? What the hell am I supposed to do? I’ve got nothing else to say. FAIL!!! LOL. At the end of it all, I learned quite a bit about myself. I plan to make the appropriate changes. So here’s an interesting part of the class. The professor (same one from Psychopathology) asked to hear from the therapists and to express their thoughts about the exercise. I raised my hand and shared my anxiety about the exercise and my frozen moment. The professor stated he understood my predicament and said it would get easier as time went by. Then he said that he just had to add one more point: when I listen I am intimidating and he thought that I was pissed at him when he was talking. I think I am showing concern and being attentive. He thinks I’ve got the angry-black-woman-face on. He went to say that when I opened my mouth, his thought was, “damn, she actually is really nice”. You’re kidding me, right? You got to be grinning all damn day to not appear angry. I thought it was hilarious.
While I was playing observer the fire alarm when off and I spent the remainder of the class on a bench outside. Why couldn’t it have been during Biochemistry? At least that is what I thought. Biochemistry was pretty interesting today too. We took a break from the typical boring lecture and had a clinical case presented to us. We listened about sickle cell: the symptoms, diagnosis and treatments. It was great. It was the most I have paid attention in a long time. Great stuff!!!! Ok, I’m done ranting about that. I could go into further detail, but I would be here entirely too long.
After class, I went upstairs and finally got my schedule down in stone (that was a mess). After that, I made my way to Charles River campus and got my money, baby!!! Now I can officially move out of here. I’ve got a few viewing scheduled for the next couple of days. Cross yo fingers.
Ok, let me go. I spent all day running around and I haven’t looked at one book. I at least need to prepare for lab tomorrow. Then I’m going to bed. I’m sleepy!!!

Waking Up to Chaos and Confusion

I’m not in the best moods right now. I have been awakened from my slumber. I came to the house and made my way upstairs because I had a headache. Off to bed… About an hour later, I hear singing, running, screaming, all at once. The house is full of small people and they are all making noise. I’m afraid to go downstairs and see just how many there are. I hear one in particular, she has taken over the piano and is singing some song to her heart’s content all while banging on the poor instrument. Another one is yelling at the soloist to shut up and another one is just running. Now I hear L yelling too. Is there no rest for the weary? LOL. I am sure my headache is about to get worse. Thank goodness… I hear goodbyes. Peace and quiet once again!! I have got to get a place of my own.
I’m starting to see the same people on the subway everyday now: the fat Latino girl with the tat on her neck who seems to always find a home in her nose; the short ethnic (don’t know what she is) chick with the glasses who constantly squints and chews her gum like a cow; the tall old man from up the street who sleeps the entire route. I’ve got a whole list of regulars. Oh… I have to tell you about my first girl on girl experience. It was just terrifying. I get on the bus towards the school. A minute later, a resident runs to the bus flagging it down. She was too busy getting her coffee to get on moments earlier. Anyway… she gets on the bus. The bus begins to move forward and it jerks (they all do). She comes flying into me. This is the closest I have been up on another female before. I felt her damn breathe on my neck. GIRL… GET OFF ME!!! I just froze and turned my face to avoid a possible kiss. I let her get her footing and she apologized for the awkwardness and moved on. Geez…. Wasn’t expecting all that!! I would have worn a different outfit had I known I was going to be jumped on. JUST JOKING!!!!!!!
Classes are moving along pretty well. The material is starting to get pretty thick. Who would have imagined that? I’m trying to keep up my reading so I don’t end up with chapters of information to learn days before the exam. So far, so good. I had my first class of Psychopathology yesterday. I really like it!!! The professor is interesting and I think I will leave it to that until I get my final grade. The class is pretty small and discussion is a major portion. I was afraid I was going to hit the desk when I realized the class was three hours long; however, I not only managed to stay awake, but I actually enjoyed it. Who knew?
I think my mood has picked up. I no longer am on the bed scowling. Ok… let me go. I’ve got to do some apartment shopping, some reading, and I must go look for food. I am HUNGRY. L has stopped banging those pots. I’m sad!!! Stouffers pot pie here I come…

One of Those Days

Another day… not much to report. I did learn something new and partially interesting. Boston University’s mascot is Rhett the Boston Terrier. Why Rhett you ask? The mascot was named after Rhett from Gone with the Wind. Why? No one loved Scarlett more than Rhett. Scarlet is Boston University’s primary color. Isn’t that cute?
It seems that a few of my folks back home are having rough days. D isn’t feeling well. I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but I’m getting a little worried. I’m trying to get in contact with her now. KT is tired from his trip and worried about a sick friend. RW is stressed from his job. It must be one of those days.
I’m in a weird place today; can’t really explain it. Everything still seems foreign to me and I look around some times and ask myself, where am I? I keep looking at this year as a long business trip. I came to handle some business to improve the company. This sacrifice will make a positive change. This is how I am trying to look at things. At the same time… I really wanna go home. I think I’ll stop right there, cuz I’ll start crying if I continue.
I think I’m getting a cold. Today I started coughing again, but this time it was accompanied by light sneezing and the desire to blow my horn. I hope I’m not getting sick. I think I’ll drink the whole carton of juice in the morning and see how it goes.

What Happened to Sue???

Can you tell I’ve been home??? No posts since Wednesday. I was too busy hanging with my folks. I had a great time at home. Miss it already. I’m back in Boston right now; nothing has changed. H is on the couch watching the US Open and L is upstairs changing her clothes so she can go back to evening services at church. Some things don’t change. LOL. Back to my Atl return… Wednesday I got in Atl around a quarter to eleven. After waiting on my bags and getting the rental car, I didn’t get to my destination until something after 12. I was pooped. I still managed to socialize though. Thursday I went to the dentist twice. I showed up to the office at 11 only to find out that my appointment was at 2. So I went and had lunch with the CDC crew. It felt so normal; us having lunch, escaping from work. That wasn’t the case though. After leaving them and going back to the dentist, I met up with KT. I’ve got more to type about that but guess what? You won’t be able to see it.
Friday, D and I hung out. We had lunch and caught up. Then we just hung out all day. It was nice. The night ended with alcohol and if you have been reading my previous posts you know that was exactly what I wanted. Too happy!!!! The rest of the weekend was just more chilling. Rich and I went to see Dark Knight at the IMAX Theater. That movie was ridiculous, as in good. I loved it!!! I will be getting that as soon as it comes out on DVD. Now I just need that flat screen to play it on. Anyone offering???
Ok, I’m out. I’m going to grab me some dinner and then I’m going to go study. I need to catch up since I played hooky last week. I am half way there. I started studying last night and did some on the plane. I just have a little bit more to do.

And So It Begins!

Today was OFFICIALLY my first day, even though classes started yesterday. What can I say after the first day???? Oh my goodness!!! This is going to be a hectic year!!! I went to two classes today. I went with an empty tote. When I got on the bus to come back to the house my bag was overstuffed. My shoulder is going to ache tomorrow. I think this weekend I need to find me a backpack. Not just a regular ole book bag but the machine of all book bags. Check this out… got two syllabi: one for biochem and the other for physio. How about one is like 400 pgs and the other is like 600 pgs. What da hell???!!!! Then I bought books. I have spent entirely too much money this week. Thank goodness CDC/ORISE pays you the way they do and I ended up with a check for the month after leaving work. If I didn’t get paid the other day, I would be shit out of luck because my refund check was being held up for a dern signature. Anyway… I bought books, my T pass card for the semester, a plane ticket (not cheap), and a rental car. I will definitely be calling all those who claim to love me and asking for donations of any kind. That’s about it. I’m going to chill for a few minutes, shower and then get ready to go to the airport. I’m so excited to be going home. KT and I are going to hang out tonight and tomorrow, D on Friday, and (sad face)… I don’t know who on Saturday and Sunday. I know I have to go by E’s house for some wine (yeah baby). Side note here: I will be partaking this weekend because being in this dry house has had an effect on me. I would be much more pleasant and social if I could sip every two or three days. That’s my alcoholism speaking now. Back on track… I told Mom I was coming home. She said she may come and see me. I hope she know this will be it until Turkey time. This is my October trip that I’m taking. Gotta go make sure the choppers are in place and working as they should. Aight… later!!!

To Tired to Type...

On my way to bed... trying something new.

"A Day Off For the Working Citizen"...

Labor day!!! Today is the last official holiday of the summer. Sniff sniff. I guess I have a couple more weeks before I’m freezing down to my bones. Better enjoy the warmth while it last. Every single person who has found out I’m from the South has warned me that I’m not ready for the weather and that it will be COLD. Ok… ya’ll are scaring me now. Am I going to curl up and die of frost? Oh boy!!

Yesterday afternoon we went to Sam’s house. She is working it!!! Her house is beautiful. That’s what I’m talking about. One day, baby!!! I’m trying to get where she is. We sat around for a while, until the sisters realized that it was 60 minutes night. We had to leave to make sure we didn’t miss that. No, can’t miss that!!! While we were sitting in the yard, I kept eyeing the alcohol. Here’s where I sound like an alcoholic. It had been more than a week since I had a drink. Not that I drink all the time, but I like a lil something now and then. I was on the verge of swigging back my Listerine. Just joking!!! Anyway, I was surrounded by bottles of Heineken, Goose, wines of different flavors. Awww, ya’ll killing me. I wondered how my new aunties would take to me throwing some back. I sat for a while watching all the grown folks do their thing. I finally decided… hell I’m grown and I wasn’t in their house. Give me a cup. I finally decided to get me a cup of wine. AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! I’m not sure if they knew or not what I had, but at that point I didn’t care. Finally, a drink!

I bought my ticket to go home last night. I am spending entirely too much money to go home one week after leaving. Arg. I didn’t plan on going home until next month. Now I don’t think I’ll be going back until Turkey time. Oh well. You gotta do what you gotta do. Dr. Talley gon have to hook me up or something. Toothpaste for a year or something. It’s ok though. I get to hang out for a bit. It will be nice to sneak in for a few days. I’m anxious to see a few folks. I’m scheduling my time with them now.

Today I got up kind of slow. I woke up around 9 and talked on the phone, but when I got off I rolled right back over. When I finally walked downstairs it was full of folks. Ms. L decided to cook-out. I spent the majority of my day on the back porch with food on my plate and the wind in my hair. Speaking of hair, mine has got to be done. I asked Ms. L if she would put her hands in it tomorrow. She said she would get back to me. I’ve got to ask her again cuz if not I will be seeing Kristy when I go home this weekend too.
That’s about it for today. I’m about to go get me another plate of food and transfer myself upstairs. Ummmm, chicken, ribs, potato salad. I better not put my weight back on. I’m doing so well with my weight. I plan on being fine when I return in November. Moving on… I’m downstairs right now. Ms. L turned the TV to the news and went to sleep. I’m bored so it’s time to go.