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....