My Personal Thoughts: April 2007

Monday, April 30, 2007

Sorority Women

I will probably be hated for what I am about to say. But that's ok because with a face as cute as mine....chicks are bound to hate from time to time.

Growing up I was not much interested in being apart of a sorority. I had seen them on television but my mind was set to other things. Once high school came and went and college was before me I realized HEY.................maybe I do want to join a sorority.

My top choice has always been Delta Sigma Theta...I have not changed my mind nor have I went with a different sorority because it was the only one active on campus. Well to the good stuff.

AKA has recently became an active black sorority on campus.....a few girls I know crossed. Starting back in 2004 we have been trying to get DST on campus...searching for enough interested ladies, organizing so the chapter can be activated again and even held a rush on campus Spring 2005. Well it all did not go over well. Still no DST on campus.
Meanwhile AKA becomes active.

This one female I know was interested in DST, attended the informationals...
the whole nine yards. Well I guess she gave up because she is now a AKA. I think its a joke. I can you be so interested in one then all of a sudden change your mind. This is a lifetime commitment! Do they not get that? Guess for now they are all about the hype....that's really too bad.

I think I have decided to give up on pledging....maybe its not me. I have been looking at it like I have to pay a grand to have friends and become apart of this "gang" so to speak. I was asked not too long ago to consider AKA by a prestigious member of the Topeka community. I felt honored but I let her know I had been considering DST. What would I look like? a sell out just like ole' girl
I never imagined myself as an AKA...always thought they were too snobby. I have the look but its not in me. I can be a "Pretty Girl" because I am one. I do not have to parade around with a mirror sculptured with my hand because I know I look good always!

Maybe I could be a snob...but I don't want to be that girl. Maybe I have seen a negative representation of the entire organization based off a vast majority of the AKA I have met. To tell you the truth the ones I know are not so pretty, ha they should have been Zetas. Oooo I'm so bad.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

I am so TIRED of LITTLE BOYS

I get so tired of little boys.

Which is one of the MAIN reasons I have decided to only date men. It's funny April/May of 2006 I was saying I wanted a boyfriend that was my own age......I had been pursued by two grown men, one 35 and the other 28. I was sick and tired of them trying to woo me and try to become my man. Don't get me wrong its nice to have someone take you out and treat you like a queen....I love the attention.

I mean what woman doesn't??

But I was 20 years old and I didn't want a boyfriend whom had a daughter older than me nor did I want to be known as " the home wrecker" because the other guy was just coming out of a 5 year relationship/engagement.
That idea of older men did not last long once I met my best friend. We dated for a long little while but we decided it was best to lose the title and remain friends. I am glad to have had that experience in my life. My first "real" relationship, what we shared, most wish they had.

Ok the tired of little boys line.....................

Last summer I was feeling generous. Now we all now I am a poe college student, working three part-time jobs so I can have pocket change and money to buy what I want. Anyway
One evening I received a text message from this boy who is a couple years younger than me. I have not ever had any relations with him but I was feeling generous and knew God would bless me in return 10 folds. Which HE has.
Well he asked "to borrow" some money to pay his phone bill because him and his mom was going through a rough patch and he needed to keep his phone on. So I lend him the money and figured he would pay me back when he could.....possibly in a month or so.
Crazy thing number 1 I was going on vacation the next day so I really needed my little money. Number 2 months passed and no money, no communication. It was bad enough he and I did not talk before anyhow. Number 3 I send him a message on facebook, this is how it went:

This is not gonna even sound right. I do not mean to come off as a nag but when you asked to borrow money from me my definition that I know means lend and it will be returned in full. Its one thing that you asked me of all people considering the fact that we do not even associate. It was all good though, I was happy that I was able at that time to be a blessing to you in your time of need. We both know months have passed. I just want my money back if you are not able to pay at this time that's fine but do not disregard the issue as if it does not exist. We are both starving college students. I know money does not grow on trees meaning I do not have it to give freely to people who ask. So with that said you already know whats up.
His response: yuh i got u..

Typical for a boy to say.

Anyway that was in December 2006. January 2007 he sent me a message saying he was coming into some money and would pay me back. Its end of April...no communication and no money. Ha boys.

Well I guess I have learned my lesson. I'm not gonna disclose the amount of money because most of you would think I'm being silly but its the principle that's all. Had we been "best buds", "roll dawgs", or even "my ace g boom dawg"....there would not be an issue and I would have dropped it after a month of no payment. But in this case....he and I were none of the above.

So with all that said....little boys keep stepping because I am not the ONE!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

White Dude

This is something that happened last year. Something recently made me think about it again. Oh yea I had to do an artist presentation this morning.

Last year in Economics I was in a group presentation with a guy and girl, both white.

Anyway

I met the guy at his house one evening to go over the presentation. He was from Minnesota and had just moved to Kansas. He lived with his parents off 29Th and Urish Road (for those that don't know, this is a newly developed area of Topeka with large houses.) Ok my reason for writing the blog. When I arrived and we walked in...... he made the comment as if to say I have never been in a house like that and how nice it was. Some crap like that. I mean don't get me wrong it was a nice house, hmmm on the outside.

Now anyone who knows how white people live knows how most are disorganized (that's a nice word to use) and live like slobs. Well this house looked like that and I almost did not want to sit down. Anyway we worked on our project and I left. Not to mention this dude's car was a piece of crap being held up by tape. hahahaha Guess that wasn't very nice.

Well that's my story of the white dude who thought he was living it up showing the little black girl something she had never seen....wow if he only knew.

Monday, April 23, 2007

I Hate Mondays!

Its been a while since my last blog......
A lot has changed in my life...mostly things for the better though.

Something irritating happened to me today. Now its pretty obvious that not many black students are enrolled at Washburn its bad enough not many black people live in Kansas. Well anyway, its Monday and I had a long night last night finishing a project for class that I had been putting off.
Needless to say I went to bed by 2:30 in the morning and had class at 9AM. I did make it to class, thank God.

Back to what I was saying, its Monday. Most Monday's I look like a bum because I am usually tired from a long weekend and do not feel like putting myself together to go sit in three classes where I am the only Black girl. So I threw on some pink pants and a gray shirt, ha. It matched my pink and gray gym shoes.

This afternoon I changed into a gray tank top and I had on purple crocs, LOL. Around 4:10pm I walked into Carnegie Hall, which is where I work. Walking and talking on the phone with my moo moo :) I seen this foreign looking lady (shit she could have been white, who knows) staring me up and down. I just stood there. Now I am pretty used to people noticing me and most tend to stare. Well today I was just tired of it, I then said to my mom, I can't stand when people stare at me as if I have the word Disease written across my forehead....it really a pain in the butt to be stared at. I said to my mom "maybe its because I look like a bum or something?" She was like no that's not it cause you look like "Hollywood," mind you my mom went to work before I woke up this morning so she really has no idea what I was wearing and looking like today.
But only a mommy knows the right things to say to make her daughter feel like a million dollars!
That was my eventful Monday....