Well, glad to say that I have recovered from my last post. Talked and worked things out with my significant other. I've been feeling a lot better since then. And then of course, I am happy because FINALS ARE FINALLY OVER!!!! I am so happy! I've been done since Tuesday at eleven, but I just decided to stay on campus just for the hell of it. Yea, call me crazy, but hell I don't ever get to just relax during the week with no classes to go to and having the freedom to just chill and get up whenever I want to without being obligated to do something. This man I know laughed and called me foul, lol, but oh well. I mean what I say. Anyhoo, moving on...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
*Sighing In Relief*
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Sunday, December 9, 2007
Bull~ish Ranting
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Thursday, December 6, 2007
I Don't Mean To Bite, But...
I got outta class today and had the weirdest dream. It had all started 'cause I was hungry and had been cravin' for Chinese food for about a week. So me, being my thoughtful self, asked my boo if he wanted some Chinese food too, then that way we could retreat back to my room, chill and fill our bellies. So after we ate and everything, I got sleepy and passed out on my boo.
Now, I don't mean to bite, because I know another blogger that I love to read posted about a weird n' wacky dream she had, but I felt like I had to post this 'cause it just made no sense. It's kind of long, but please, bear with me
Thing's that happened in the beginning are pretty vague. My boyfriend is in the dream and he screws five women. Somehow, there was a reason behind why he did. It was two white girls and three black girls that he had sex with. He did them all kind of back to back throughout the day. I don't know how, but somehow I could see it going on periodically. And there were like internet pictures or videos from a cell phone or something. I remember saying something like,
" You must've caught her right when she was about to cum," because of the intense look on her face. She had looked like she was about to cry and I saw his hand rested on her boob. It was like I was lookin' at her in a snapshot or something. Weird. Anyhoo...He responded by saying,
"Yea, she was," smiling when he said it. I remember throughout the dream becoming bitter because it hurt me to think of him screwing or making love to someone else. I ended up having random attitudes with him and saying smart ass comments about his sexual relations especially if we were together and would run into one of the women he had sex with. The women would always try to flash him a sexy smile and say, "Hey DJ." I would constantly make comments about him having sex with other women, pissed off because I felt like I would have to die not being able to experience other men's sex. He would always say I knew the reason why he had to do it (although when I woke up, I couldn't remember for the life of me, why he did it).
I remembered saying something to him about it one last time. Then suddenly, I was in either MY car or A car (I can't remember). I remember my car was going downhill in the direction of the Multipurpose Building in front of Natt/Brad.
For some odd reason the track team was having practice in this ditch ( it's really not a ditch there) in front of Houts/Hosey. I remember seeing one of the runners that I know, Eric Moore, because I was trying not to hit him with my car. I had something in my hand, I believe it was food and I was trying to bust a u-ie in the street, but I couldn't really do it becaues I didn't want to fall in the ditch and then I didn't want to hit the cars that were on the street. The street did seem narrower than normal. I finally get turned around and then I'm suddenly in between these cars and the curb. So, I look ahead and it's no longer the dorms, it's some kind of building and i see two police officers staring at me. I figure I'm already in trouble with them for turning bad, so I just drive on up, praying I don't hit these other cars. All the while, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, while driving up there.
The surroundings change and my car is parked in a car garage or something like it. I get out the car and all of a sudden, it starts to rain hard as hell, so hard that when some hit me, it was a little painful. I'm standing in the middle of the garage and suddenly, people start running in screaming, heading in for shelter from the rain. The rain then starts blowing into the garage at full force and then the middle floor of the garage starts coming up and reveals a stairway that leads down underground into what is probably a "safe" spot in case of bad weather. A voice comes over in a loud speaker, compelling people to get in if they fear for their safety. I can't remember whether or not he says whether it's a tornado or a hurricane seconds away from where he stands. It's pure chaos around me as I try to figure out whether or not I'll go down. He starts counting down from 60 seconds telling people, almost pleading, to go down in the safe place so that lives can be saved. People are screaming and I can faintly see to the bottom and lights are flickering and water is leaking in. It's so far down I can't help but be a little scared and think what if I can't get out from down there, but at the same time I don't want to be caught in the storm because things are getting pretty bad. What if I get stuck? But when he gets to ten seconds, my mind is made up. I jump down hurriedly just as the top of this thing is closing.
The surroundings change once again and I'm talking to my old suitemate she's taking wet clothes out of this huge, oversized dryer that's set in the wall of this underground shelter. I'm sitting down talking and laughing and then I wake up with an intense, painful headache wondering what the hell it all meant. I'm puzzled...what y'all think?
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Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Rambling to My Heart's Content
So I finally got to talk to my Greek friend today. We were all together with fellow dancers and we were doing this activity where we were all rotating one on one with each other, telling each other how we appreciated each other and the such. I had had some other folk tell me how they appreciated the fact that they could always count on me to be real and I felt like today was the day that I had to let sistah gurl know how I had been feeling about the things she chose to say to me that related to her organization. So I told her and she, of course, told me that she was just playing and the such and I forgave her. It was such a relief to me to get that off my chest so...whoo! I'm glad that's ova and done with!
NEXT WEEK ARE FINALS!! Oh my goodness! Finals was aight in high school. They were only somewhat difficult because you know, finals went over EVERYTHING taught that semester. But I know in my heart of hearts that college finals ain't nothin to mess with. So I'm gon' get to studyin ASAP! My buttt should have started studying weeks ago, just knowin me and how much I slack! I got my first take home final, so this should be coo. I better get an A! I'm holding high standards for myself 'cause I know I would talk about another nucca to no end if they had a take home test and got anything below an A or a B! I'm serious lol! Anyway, speaking of this take home test...
My darned professor, Jessica effin Johnson gets on my last nerve. I don't know what it is about her or what kind of power trip she thinks she's on, but sistah gurl gon' have ta get straight or I'm gon have ta get straight wit' her ass, 'cha feel me? I mean 'cause I seriously think that she thinks she's teachin' a high school class. Now I know all the older folk might be sayin to me, "honey chile, you ain't THAT damn grown yet!" But just hear me out. First of all, if I'm ever payin' you to teach me and you wastin' my time on useless ass bullshit about yo' wack ass weekend and then get mad when I glance at my phone to see what time it is 'cause yo story is boring as HELL, don't come stand over me like my dag-frikkin' mother and demand that I turn my phone off and put it away. WTF?!?!!? It ain't like she was teachin' coursework, you know? I'll be so glad when the semester is over and I ain't gotta put up wit her white ass no more...and no, I'm not racist, it just felt good to say the shit...if you white reading this post, don't ever act like you ain't ever called a black person a black ass such and such, and if you ain't that bold, you don' probably said it under your breath or when you ain't around a black person. Speaking of the end of the semester...
I'm so not the morning person...I have mo' difficulty gettin up in the mornin' then anything! All my classes start at twelve at the earliest next semester! How 'bout that! And my interview went okay. I say okay just because some of the questions they asked threw me for a loop. I have never been to a job interview where they ask you questions such as, "How do you know when you've done a good job?" I mean it sort of related to the job but other than that, their questions-well the majority of their questions seemed like they were moreso tryin to get to know me more than what I could bring to the office. But whatever, maybe that was their interviewing technique!
Well that's all for right now, 'cause I'm sleepy as hell and I got stuff to do (finals!). I did have more, but I don't want to get too tired before I start, so until next time....
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Good News!
I finally got an interview! I have been job-huntin' for weeks, hell, months since the semester started. Anybody who went to college can relate to how extremely hard it is to get a job let alone a darned interview when you got the competition of 10,000 plus other students who may be lookin' for a job too. It's a job with an added bonus. If I get it, which I have a strong feeling that I will, I'll be a Campus Visit Office Coordinator which is basically someone who schedules campus visits with prospective students. I'll be workin in an office setting which is something that I've always wanted to do (I don't know what it is about desk cubicles, answering phones and putting data into computers, but it fascinates me). Plus, there's a perk to it: I'll tour prospects around the campus and tell them about the school all while getting a $3-500 scholarship and a check. Get up on THAT one! So I think it's great, I'm excited and I'm hoping that I get the job. Darrin, the only BLACK man I know that works in the office told me I'll probably get the job 'cause he's been pushin' to get minorities in the office. And speakin' of accomplished black folks, betcha didn't kno this:
This beautiful black sistah, Shonda Rhimes is the producer AND creator of Grey's Anatomy! Who woulda thought it! Now, I'm not against whites or anything, but I can't believe that this show, that I know A LOT of white folks love, is produced by a beautiful woman of color. Not saying that Black folks ain't able, but I've heard so many white people down blacks and throw black women into the category of big-booty ho's without a purpose. She (Rhimes) is the first African-American woman to produce and create a top-rated television series! She also co-wrote Introducing Dorothy Dandridge, in which Halle Berry starred and got a Golden Globe award for. Get onto that one! Ha! I read all this in my Glamour magazine I had. It just makes me feel so good to see a succesful Black woman who ain't about tryin' to be the latest and hottest video ho' or some other degrading profession. This woman is an inspiration to me because I want to be a writer. She's the flesh manifestation of a woman with a dream and enough passion and drive to achieve it. Let's give it up for her!
See ya!
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Friday, November 16, 2007
I'm So Excited!
I am so excited...and I just can't hide it! Lol, that was kind of wack, but I remember that song if nobody else does and it's the perfect song for how I'm feeling and why. My financial aid finally came through and paid off my meal plan for the semester so I ain't gotta worry about them tellin' me I can't eat 'cause I ain't paid my dues. That would have been a real pain. Then I get what's called a refund check and it has come right on time! Remember my outrageous phone bill? Well, I ain't gotta worry bout that no mo' 'cause my refund check as of now is currently $458.51. I usually don't do that and tell my business like that but, I'm so excited....and I just can't hide it!!! LOL! Moving on...
I'm going to just go ahead and apologize to any Greeks that happen to visit my page, but I am so disappointed in my friend that crossed. I mean I'm happy and I respect her organization as a whole, but just because she got those dang letters, her whole personality has changed. I felt as if we were getting somewhat close, but hell, you ain't gon' catch me tryin' to keep a friend that ain't tryin' to be kept. I ain't gon' be running behind someone that got they head so far up they big behind, that they can't see straight. Now, I ain't hatin' on the girl, 'cause I was truly happy for her. Even when people told me, 'Oh, they done gave the wrong girl them letters. Now her head's gon' be even bigger!" And I defended her butt when they said that and now she is acting different. Now, I understand you know once you get to be apart of something like that you begin to self-improve and begin to uphold the morals and values of that group, but at the same time, with anything you join, you gotta stay true to yourself and to the friends you had before you crossed. I don't want to say too much though, so moving on... (Despite that, I am thinking about going Greek....I just don't know what).
Anybody and everybody that knows me knows that I am a Cosmo girl. I am obsessed with reading freakin' Cosmopolitan! Well anyway, I was skimming through one of my old magazines when I came across this article called, "Wild Sex Questions We're Asked." And one of the questions listed was:
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Random ~Ish
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
Keepin' It Treal
Wassup to all! I'm so excited bout my new hobby/activity/job! I love tryin new things and I've always wanted to have my own blog, but just didn't know how to get it started! Besides having a love for writing, I have an extreme bill to pay this month hopefully!
Let me tell you I been goin' through hard times! Being in college is hard times! Fresh outta high school, almost done with my first semester of college, being broke and havin a 421 dollar cell phone bill is outrageous! These are hard times! I will be the first to vouch for my generation: mama, daddy, grandma, grandpa and all are soooo right. Swear I couldn't wait to get my high yella behind out the house and out on my own so I could do what I wanted when I wanted, but soon as I stepped out the door, I fell flat on my ass. I still gotta call mama talkin bout I need money.
So long story short, my boyfriend (which is who I share a plan with) has been paying for the cell phone bill primarily. I know some people, older women in particular would be screamin', "Girl, please! You better make that negro pay for the bill! That's what he s'pose to do!" But for some reason, I just don't have that traditional mindset that the man has to pay for everything. I believe it's fifty-fifty. Well, all month long he been askin' me bout what I was gon do bout payin my half of the bill when he know i'm broke as a joke! But what can you say besides, "I AIN'T GOT NO MONEY," when ya ass really aint got two damn nickels to rub together? Well, I had been makin mo' excuses than a crackhead that owe his dealer money, when one day I happened to be flippin through a Seventeen magazine, when in it was this little section on earning money while in college. Well, it basically said you could sign up for a free blog on Google and if you let them advertise on it, you could make 20 dollars or more for it. Now, I know to all working people with real bills will be thinkin 20 dollars aint really nothin, but hey when you a poor college student, twenty dollars is a lot! So, that's how I ended up here.
I mean, I am very opinionated and I keep it real. I love to talk about all the dumbass stuff celebrities and commonfolk do a lot. Especially them pictures that you see that make you say, what the hell?
Like this bull. This is why black people get talked about.
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