I'm so sad that this is my last post. I really started to get into this blogging thing. I guess I have to do better this next year. lol. So much has happened this year. I have to say that I'm thankful for the people who have touched my lives. Yes, even the a**holes. You all have taught me invaluable lessons: holding my temper, asserting my opinion, say no. Before I go any further, I would like to say that my parents do not buy "thuggish" clothes.
My year has been one of happiness, one of sorrow, one of confusion, and one of growth. I have done my best recently to keep you all involved with the on-goings of my life. I've been blessed with people that have touched my heart and have encouraged me to do things that I have never thought about doing. I just want to thank you all for being a part of my year, and with God's will, I will see you all in the new year.
I also realized that I titled my blog "A Writer's Journey" and have no insight about my writing growth or ability, so be on the look-out for that.
I love you all!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Merry Christmas
This is my follow-up post for Christmas. I would have loved to write something yesterday, but things tend to get busy with the house hopping and what not. This Christmas was one of the best that I've had in a long time. Sadly, I wasn't able to hang out with my cousin who was in Arizona with her parents. But, all in all, everything was great. I got to visit family and eat some food. Greatness, right? Oh, I also got presents.
This is my thing with the presents, more specifically clothes. Now, I'm appreciative of gifts, but I am starting to get concerned about clothes that are gifts. I still feel like my parents are trying to dress me. I tend to dress differently from my brother, and it seems like the clothes that I get are for him. Let's just say that I shop at different stores than my parents. I always feel like they want me to be thug-lite, which won't happen. I don't have enough street cred to pull that off. =)
So, my grandmother perhaps made my life with opening her Christmas presents. My brother, mother, and I picked her out a night gown and a pair of warm socks with grips at the bottom of it. She opened her gown, and her voice does what it always does when she gets something. It shoots up like two octaves and she gets excited. But when she opened her socks, she looked confused for like two seconds. The socks were bound together by that plastic thingamajig. I did not expect her to do what she did....wait for it....she put the socks around her neck. Apparently, she thought that we bought her a scarf. She was over the moon because she loves scarves, which is perhaps where I got my hankering for scarves from. I almost fell out of my chair laughing because I just knew that she was joking, but they stayed there. Then, my lovely aunt told my grandmother that her scarf had heels on them. My grandmother looked down and saw the heels; the only thing that she could do was join everyone else in their laughter.
Then, there's two of my best friends from high school. I have to say that if I had brothers in a different lifetime, these two fellas would be my partners in crime. We took Beale Street by storm a couple of nights this week, and I was introduced to something called absinthe. I was nervous before because it sounded like Terry was saying absent and Clark, acid. I was thinking that both sounded dangerous and that I should stick to water. Turns out that we had a pretty amazing night. I got offers from this one lady from Scotland that me question ever going out again. After beginning our absinthe trip, we venture down to this Irish pub or whatever (thanks to Clark) to drink a little more.
When we got there, we ran into a couple of classmates from high school that was overly excited about seeing us. Yes, one was drunk and the other...pretty much shitfaced. They ended up leaving soon after we got there. It was at this point that I started to really feel the absinthe. I see that I get giddy when I'm having fun =). But, I sobered up for a bit when security rushed a group of people outside, and Clark and I got caught up in the crowd. Where was Terry? I don't know. When we got out of the moving crowd, I found the closest sit and parked it. We ended the night at Denny's where Clark almost drowned drinking his water, and Terry was fighting his Tourette's.
Again, I can honestly say that this Christmas was one of the most interesting and exciting that I've had in a long time. I'm hoping to kick it with my boys again before I leave, but if not I can be completely satisfied and prepare for this game that they are going to start with me because of recently shared information. lol
Have a blessed, safe, and happy New Year's!
This is my thing with the presents, more specifically clothes. Now, I'm appreciative of gifts, but I am starting to get concerned about clothes that are gifts. I still feel like my parents are trying to dress me. I tend to dress differently from my brother, and it seems like the clothes that I get are for him. Let's just say that I shop at different stores than my parents. I always feel like they want me to be thug-lite, which won't happen. I don't have enough street cred to pull that off. =)
So, my grandmother perhaps made my life with opening her Christmas presents. My brother, mother, and I picked her out a night gown and a pair of warm socks with grips at the bottom of it. She opened her gown, and her voice does what it always does when she gets something. It shoots up like two octaves and she gets excited. But when she opened her socks, she looked confused for like two seconds. The socks were bound together by that plastic thingamajig. I did not expect her to do what she did....wait for it....she put the socks around her neck. Apparently, she thought that we bought her a scarf. She was over the moon because she loves scarves, which is perhaps where I got my hankering for scarves from. I almost fell out of my chair laughing because I just knew that she was joking, but they stayed there. Then, my lovely aunt told my grandmother that her scarf had heels on them. My grandmother looked down and saw the heels; the only thing that she could do was join everyone else in their laughter.
Then, there's two of my best friends from high school. I have to say that if I had brothers in a different lifetime, these two fellas would be my partners in crime. We took Beale Street by storm a couple of nights this week, and I was introduced to something called absinthe. I was nervous before because it sounded like Terry was saying absent and Clark, acid. I was thinking that both sounded dangerous and that I should stick to water. Turns out that we had a pretty amazing night. I got offers from this one lady from Scotland that me question ever going out again. After beginning our absinthe trip, we venture down to this Irish pub or whatever (thanks to Clark) to drink a little more.
When we got there, we ran into a couple of classmates from high school that was overly excited about seeing us. Yes, one was drunk and the other...pretty much shitfaced. They ended up leaving soon after we got there. It was at this point that I started to really feel the absinthe. I see that I get giddy when I'm having fun =). But, I sobered up for a bit when security rushed a group of people outside, and Clark and I got caught up in the crowd. Where was Terry? I don't know. When we got out of the moving crowd, I found the closest sit and parked it. We ended the night at Denny's where Clark almost drowned drinking his water, and Terry was fighting his Tourette's.
Again, I can honestly say that this Christmas was one of the most interesting and exciting that I've had in a long time. I'm hoping to kick it with my boys again before I leave, but if not I can be completely satisfied and prepare for this game that they are going to start with me because of recently shared information. lol
Have a blessed, safe, and happy New Year's!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
The Finale
Now, I'm sad to see this story end, but I guess all good things must. This has been a pretty interesting journey. I know that these recent posts have stemmed from my frustration with a certain PP, but I felt like this was entertaining, and I'm sure that you all have enjoyed it. In recent news, I now have pinterest and I'm lovin' it.
Well, without further ado, here's the last installment of Craziness.org. The last situation happened while I was at the desk with other people present. Now, I have witnesses that I am not crazy. Well, I was at the desk with two other RAs and a Hall Director. I was about to start my round when everything happened. I know something was about to happen because time slowed down and everyone focused on the door. I turned around to see PP standing there pecking on the door. OH NO! With one mistaken step, I opened the doors and entered the PP. She comes in and goes straight to the bathroom. Then she comes out talks to the other RAs as if they were children (at least, this is what I think. But, I could be a tad bit biased.). They were shooting nerf guns in the lobby when there were only seven people in the building. Such troublemakers, right?
She wanted to make herself special I'm assuming. There was an open question: "Does anyone know what is the only open/unlocked building on campus?" I had a my own question that again went unasked vocally: "Do I look like I care?" Then, I'm assuming an auction started because I start hearing her asking "do you know? I know. Do you?" The answer to her open question was the Fine Arts building. Moreover, she made it seem as though she had special privilege. Now, I thought that the building pretty much stayed open because of the studios that the art students used. Then again, I guess I misunderstand things (you'll see what I mean soon).
So, she comes stating that I thought we were in college and things of that nature. I wanted so badly to ask, "what are you even doing in here?", but I didn't unfortunately. I think everyone else saw that my face asked the question that my mouth so wanted to ask. Then the tangents started. After I tried to figure the purpose of her even being here, she revealed that she wanted to use our printer. We abruptly told her that it was broken. We had no paper and something was wrong with ink cartridge. Suddenly, she laughed and started telling of how a room of Russian students were part of the KGB, a Russian national security agency. I think she accused them of trying to hack the FBI, but maybe...just maybe...they were playing WOW (World of Warcraft).
After that, she begins a tangent of how she misunderstood because she's a creative spirit. Now, I'm thinking it's not her creative nature that makes people misunderstand her. I think she's understood very clearly in fact. Say it with me, CRAZY. She was talking about how she needs her creative space and that she has to be creative in finding that creative space. I'm like, dude, just walk across the freaking creek and go be creative. I was thinking...wait...you're a painter, sculptor, and photographer? Just yesterday, you were freaking writer and editor. . Then, she did something crazy. She came at me. Saying "that guy behind the desk" does not exactly bring me good thoughts. I knew I was the guy she was talking about because I was behind the desk.
I was talking to Michelle thinking, Bro, she did not just come at me. With this confused look on my face, I turned to look at PP. She continues, "yea that guy. Now he's looking like 'what? are you talking about me'." I reminded myself of Kevin Hart when he was arguing with his daughter. The good thing is that I remained calm on the outside, but calm was breaking. I looked at Michelle and asked her, "is she referring to me?" I don't care if people talk about me. I feel like I'm doing a great job at life when people do, but when I'm "that guy" or "that boy" then things can get out of hand quickly. So, after figuring out why she is even in my presence, she changed topics again. I was about to tell her that she was a non-f***ing factor, but I let it go.
Then she started talking about our Housing Director. Now, I understand how some people are comfortable with others and give them nicknames, but this was further evidence that this lady is crazy. She kept telling us that our Housing Director Dean Gentry permitted PP to violate the rules essentially. We kept saying that we would have been notified if that was the case, but no...everyone was causing her friend's crisis. To distract myself from the insanity, I tried to come up with a fake conversation with Michelle. It worked for maybe forty-five seconds. The D-bomb was dropped multiple. This lady told us that Dean Gentry told her to call her Deb. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? How do you become on a first-name basis with deans on campus? I started laughing hysterically because I knew that this lady was certifiable. After the Hall Director strongly suggesting she call Dean Gentry, Dean Gentry. She played the age card. I'm like this is enough. I tune her out because I feel as though each second I hear her my IQ drops and I shave years off of my laugh.
That was last time I talked to crazy lady. I don't know what's going on with her. I wanted to see what was wrong, but now I feel like I can't help her. I wish her the best in life (no sarcasm applied here). But with this post, I celebrate Christmas with my family and finish out my vacation. Thanks for your time! I hope you enjoyed reading this journey just as much as I had writing it.
Well, without further ado, here's the last installment of Craziness.org. The last situation happened while I was at the desk with other people present. Now, I have witnesses that I am not crazy. Well, I was at the desk with two other RAs and a Hall Director. I was about to start my round when everything happened. I know something was about to happen because time slowed down and everyone focused on the door. I turned around to see PP standing there pecking on the door. OH NO! With one mistaken step, I opened the doors and entered the PP. She comes in and goes straight to the bathroom. Then she comes out talks to the other RAs as if they were children (at least, this is what I think. But, I could be a tad bit biased.). They were shooting nerf guns in the lobby when there were only seven people in the building. Such troublemakers, right?
She wanted to make herself special I'm assuming. There was an open question: "Does anyone know what is the only open/unlocked building on campus?" I had a my own question that again went unasked vocally: "Do I look like I care?" Then, I'm assuming an auction started because I start hearing her asking "do you know? I know. Do you?" The answer to her open question was the Fine Arts building. Moreover, she made it seem as though she had special privilege. Now, I thought that the building pretty much stayed open because of the studios that the art students used. Then again, I guess I misunderstand things (you'll see what I mean soon).
So, she comes stating that I thought we were in college and things of that nature. I wanted so badly to ask, "what are you even doing in here?", but I didn't unfortunately. I think everyone else saw that my face asked the question that my mouth so wanted to ask. Then the tangents started. After I tried to figure the purpose of her even being here, she revealed that she wanted to use our printer. We abruptly told her that it was broken. We had no paper and something was wrong with ink cartridge. Suddenly, she laughed and started telling of how a room of Russian students were part of the KGB, a Russian national security agency. I think she accused them of trying to hack the FBI, but maybe...just maybe...they were playing WOW (World of Warcraft).
After that, she begins a tangent of how she misunderstood because she's a creative spirit. Now, I'm thinking it's not her creative nature that makes people misunderstand her. I think she's understood very clearly in fact. Say it with me, CRAZY. She was talking about how she needs her creative space and that she has to be creative in finding that creative space. I'm like, dude, just walk across the freaking creek and go be creative. I was thinking...wait...you're a painter, sculptor, and photographer? Just yesterday, you were freaking writer and editor. . Then, she did something crazy. She came at me. Saying "that guy behind the desk" does not exactly bring me good thoughts. I knew I was the guy she was talking about because I was behind the desk.
I was talking to Michelle thinking, Bro, she did not just come at me. With this confused look on my face, I turned to look at PP. She continues, "yea that guy. Now he's looking like 'what? are you talking about me'." I reminded myself of Kevin Hart when he was arguing with his daughter. The good thing is that I remained calm on the outside, but calm was breaking. I looked at Michelle and asked her, "is she referring to me?" I don't care if people talk about me. I feel like I'm doing a great job at life when people do, but when I'm "that guy" or "that boy" then things can get out of hand quickly. So, after figuring out why she is even in my presence, she changed topics again. I was about to tell her that she was a non-f***ing factor, but I let it go.
Then she started talking about our Housing Director. Now, I understand how some people are comfortable with others and give them nicknames, but this was further evidence that this lady is crazy. She kept telling us that our Housing Director Dean Gentry permitted PP to violate the rules essentially. We kept saying that we would have been notified if that was the case, but no...everyone was causing her friend's crisis. To distract myself from the insanity, I tried to come up with a fake conversation with Michelle. It worked for maybe forty-five seconds. The D-bomb was dropped multiple. This lady told us that Dean Gentry told her to call her Deb. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? How do you become on a first-name basis with deans on campus? I started laughing hysterically because I knew that this lady was certifiable. After the Hall Director strongly suggesting she call Dean Gentry, Dean Gentry. She played the age card. I'm like this is enough. I tune her out because I feel as though each second I hear her my IQ drops and I shave years off of my laugh.
That was last time I talked to crazy lady. I don't know what's going on with her. I wanted to see what was wrong, but now I feel like I can't help her. I wish her the best in life (no sarcasm applied here). But with this post, I celebrate Christmas with my family and finish out my vacation. Thanks for your time! I hope you enjoyed reading this journey just as much as I had writing it.
Part 2
I originally intended to write this post this morning, but a couple of my friends and some absinthe interfered with that happening. I ran into some classmates from high school and almost got kicked out of a bar (of course, it was mistaken.). But that's a story for another time. Here's the second installment of craziness.org...
Okay...so, the second time I come into contact with this problematic person is during an attempted room mediation with my Hall Director. When we get there, everyone has taken their stances. We ask everyone to share the problems that they are having with the other roommates. I'm already prepared because as you've read in the first episode I've confronted this person before. When we ask the problematic person what was the issues with the other issues, she goes on this whole tangent about something that has nothing to do with her. So I then politely ask her to discuss the situations where she is directly involved after hesitating, she continues talking.
I don't say much, but it was this conversation when I realized that the woman is crazy. Then the argument happened. The Hall Director and I wanted to draw up a contract, but she was hellbent against it until the other director came back. So, I ended up writing an agreement that just said that any comments made towards the living situation were prohibited until they could be properly and thoroughly discussed. When I finished writing, things blew up. She was arguing that I was putting a negative spin on things. My response was that this was the language that you all just used. I think a dialogue would work better...
Problematic Person: I'm not signing that.
Me: Why not?
PP: You're putting a negative spin on things.
Me: This was the language you all just used. You just said this.
PP: How do you know, Harold? You weren't there.
Me: Are you kidding? I think you're criminally insane. I was just standing right there when you all said this.
PP: I am a writer and editor, Harold.
Me: That's awesome! I'm not changing this. Ok, how would you have me word this?
PP: "That includes all further comments" should be sufficient.
Me: That's vague, though. I'm simply using the language that you all used.
PP: Well...I'm not signing it.
Me: Ok.
I look at the Hall Director who approved what I wrote, and she simply wrote that the person refused to sign. Moving forward. I was so heated that I was laughing and shaking. I was thinking that I really got into with someone of words, LITERALLY! I'm not a rhetorical snob unless someone makes me like that. Oh but wait....there's more.
Stay tuned for the last installment of Craziness.org.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Craziness.org
So, I've had an interesting three days. As you know by now, that I have a knack for venting about the crazy. No, the title isn't a link to an organization's website (at least, not that I know of) or anything of that nature, but it should be the link to one person. I shall not reveal that person's name, but I RRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYY want to. Pop some popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the story...
This is a three part, so be ready for more.
First part:
Okay, the first incident happened while I was doing laundry, or at least attempting to. Normally, I don't handle situations unless I'm on-call or duty (lol, yes, Allison. I said duty.). But, I thought to myself, 'this shouldn't be too bad. I can handle this one.' Truth is I could handle it, but I wasn't prepared for what happened. When I stepped off the elevator, there was a resident using the our main computer at the front desk. I thought this was simply a misunderstanding, so I simply informed this problematic person that specific computer was not for public use. Apparently, there was some information that I was missing because said person told me that a dear friend of mine was expecting an email from her. She went further to say that she was wrapping up the last sentence. I'm a reasonable guy, so I tell her it's fine if she wraps up that sentence.
I drop off one load of clothes, and go get another. Yes, I use all of the washers, but there was no one up nor was anyone there. As I go to the elevator, I see that's she still there typing. I didn't really give it a second thought until I come back downstairs with my second load of clothes. I get off the elevator again, and who do I see? Yes, the same problematic person. I have to laugh to myself because I thought it was funny that she was trying to play me for a fool. Not to sound arrogant, but me of all people? So, after dropping off my clothes in the laundry I come back to the desk, and this is when the battle ensues...
I think before commenting that this has to be one of the longest sentences in history. I politely ask her to wrap any business she has on the computer. All of a sudden, it's an emergency email that has to be sent to a couple of the deans down on campus. I'm thinking that it's interesting that this is the same email that was supposed to be sent to one of my closest friends. All of a sudden, she wants to keep using the computer by threatening with deans' names. I adamantly tell her that the computer is still isn't for public use. I guess I should really learn different languages because I feel like people say that speak and understand English but they really don't. And for some reason, she thought her scare tactics would scare, but with that much A.M. I couldn't do handle crap that much (or at all, really).
Her final tactic was asking for my name as if she's going to report me. I tell her with the same amount of 'tude that she deals me. In my head, I told her that I would even email them on her behalf. As she leaves, she's telling me that she'll make sure that the deans will receive the information on me. I was a little snarky in my response, I admit. I told her that she should feel free too. I then wished her a nice day. Then...part 2 happened which will be coming soon.
This is a three part, so be ready for more.
First part:
Okay, the first incident happened while I was doing laundry, or at least attempting to. Normally, I don't handle situations unless I'm on-call or duty (lol, yes, Allison. I said duty.). But, I thought to myself, 'this shouldn't be too bad. I can handle this one.' Truth is I could handle it, but I wasn't prepared for what happened. When I stepped off the elevator, there was a resident using the our main computer at the front desk. I thought this was simply a misunderstanding, so I simply informed this problematic person that specific computer was not for public use. Apparently, there was some information that I was missing because said person told me that a dear friend of mine was expecting an email from her. She went further to say that she was wrapping up the last sentence. I'm a reasonable guy, so I tell her it's fine if she wraps up that sentence.
I drop off one load of clothes, and go get another. Yes, I use all of the washers, but there was no one up nor was anyone there. As I go to the elevator, I see that's she still there typing. I didn't really give it a second thought until I come back downstairs with my second load of clothes. I get off the elevator again, and who do I see? Yes, the same problematic person. I have to laugh to myself because I thought it was funny that she was trying to play me for a fool. Not to sound arrogant, but me of all people? So, after dropping off my clothes in the laundry I come back to the desk, and this is when the battle ensues...
I think before commenting that this has to be one of the longest sentences in history. I politely ask her to wrap any business she has on the computer. All of a sudden, it's an emergency email that has to be sent to a couple of the deans down on campus. I'm thinking that it's interesting that this is the same email that was supposed to be sent to one of my closest friends. All of a sudden, she wants to keep using the computer by threatening with deans' names. I adamantly tell her that the computer is still isn't for public use. I guess I should really learn different languages because I feel like people say that speak and understand English but they really don't. And for some reason, she thought her scare tactics would scare, but with that much A.M. I couldn't do handle crap that much (or at all, really).
Her final tactic was asking for my name as if she's going to report me. I tell her with the same amount of 'tude that she deals me. In my head, I told her that I would even email them on her behalf. As she leaves, she's telling me that she'll make sure that the deans will receive the information on me. I was a little snarky in my response, I admit. I told her that she should feel free too. I then wished her a nice day. Then...part 2 happened which will be coming soon.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friendship
I just have to say that I'm glad to be back. I actually have time to write on here since school is out for the break. After writing as many papers as I did this semester, I am surprised that I even found the courage and energy to write now. =)
This week I had a test of friendship. Let's just call this a venting session. I won't use names because I don't want them to get any backlash from others. But, if you're reading this and thinking, "hmmm, I think he's referring to me," then you're probably right. I'm still pissed off and that bugs the crap out of me that I'm letting you get to me this much. I guess I'm taking this a tad hard because I thought you were a friend, but I guess there was some information that I was missing. For all of you who don't know here's what happened...
I went out Friday night (12/16) with a couple of my friends (so they claim to be). Before we went out, they wanted to go shopping. I had my "me" day the day before, so I didn't need to go shopping that night. While they were shopping, you could feel the energy coming from them. They were pumped about Friday night. They went to a couple of stores to prepare for that night. Everyone decides to get dressed after we come back from shopping, and we decide to meet my friend's apartment. Let's call him Jacob (lol!). We all go back to our rooms to get dressed for the night. After meeting back at Jacob's apartment, we leave.
We get to the club early, so they let us in for free (awesomeness, I know.). It's dead, too, on account of it being so early, which we were all use to. We walk through the rooms and it's all the same music. We sit down to pass time, but nothing really happens. Again, we're used to this. Then, I hear "I think I'm about to go." ARE YOU SERIOUS?! We've barely been here an hour. Jacob asks me if my other friend is coming tonight. Let's call this friend...Brandon (he's going to hate me when/if he reads this). I go call Brandon to see if he's still coming, and then I go back to the table with Jacob and friend 2 whom I will name Jasmine.
Jasmine then says that she's leaving, too. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! Why would you get all dressed up and excited and stay only for an hour? I told them that Brandon said that he was coming. They both started to rise from the table to leave and saw the clear, vengeful look in my eyes. Then, Jacob asked me, "Are you mad?" Of course not, I'm okay. I'm ecstatic. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! Then, they start to rationalize why I shouldn't be mad. They actually called it payback for not wanting to on a weekend trip with them, but that's a blog post for another time. I stormed off quickly before I made a fool out of myself and the other two.
In my anger, I called one of my besties and talked through the anger. While on the phone with her, I started to feel fainty. But, I kept talking to Holley (that's her real name). I can feel my blood pressure rising. I was not to be messed with at this point. I even said (Mom, forgive me), "When I get back, shit is about to get real." She said that she had to go call some people but she'd be back. I went to go sit down. This is where I realized that no matter how much Lacoste cologne I had on, the only thing that emanated from me was this stench of bitch (Mom, forgive me again).
I had another spell where I almost passed out. I started to think what was going on with me. Am I going to die? Then, i started thinking, "what did I eat?" My conclusion...absolutely nothing. I had three drinks (strong ones, I might add) and nothing to absorb it. Luckily, Brandon had made it in time. I told him that I wasn't feeling good, but I wanted to stay a little longer, so that he would have a good time for awhile. Bad move, I could barely move when I was ready to go. It was a good thing he was on his way to come check on me. When we left, we went to IHOP, and I kid you not...this guy sat there and made me eat. I'm not seven, but I did feel like a kid. It was like having a parent stare at you while you're eating to make sure you eat everything.
He even made sure I made it to my room without passing out.
I really went through this week. All I know is that I'm still hurt that my so-called friends left when I could have passed out. It's a scary thought to pass out when you're alone and know no one around you. There's no telling what could have happened. I'm hurt and came close to crying over this. Am I being dramatic? Probably. But, I don't care. It's my blog and I can cry if I want to.
Just know that things will be different. Just know that I will be different.
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