WHEN A BIRD SINGS....

She's gorgeous! And how I've missed her musically!!

ASK YOURSELF.... WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE "ME"?

Okay, we all have done it...dialed the wrong number...and the person that picks up, well maybe has a cute voice. So you can just politely say..."ohh sorry, I have the wrong number" and proceed to hang up OR you can engage in conversation to make life interesting. Well if you have read my other blogs in this topic then you know that I like to make life interesting. So this all happened about a year or so ago... I dialed the wrong number and a decent sounding guy answers the phone. I start to engage in conversation with him and he became more intrigued about me. We probably talked on the phone several of times and we decided to finally meet up (sounds like a party line or something..lol). So I was going to meet him outside his house because it was in my neighborhood ironically. I came looking extra fly, well not on purpose but I actually was meeting up with friends to go to dinner that night. So anyways, as I get out the car...I couldn't help but notice that he was ki...

Strive hard to get a Designated Driver... and No TEXTING and Driving

MY COMMUNITY IS A PLACE WHERE THE MOON REFLECTS OUR GLOW MY COMMUNITY IS NOT A PLACE WHERE GRAVITY DOESN'T EXIST BECAUSE GRAVITY IS WHAT HOLDS US ALL TOGETHER MY COMMUNITY IS UNITY MY COMMUNITY IS NOT DISTRUST MY COMMUNITY IS CLOSE TO THE HEAVENS BECAUSE ONLY IN HEAVEN DO WE ALL SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE

I will be the first to say that I doubt myself. It is actually something hard to admit. We would like to believe that we have so much faith in ourselves and we believe in our self more than anyone. But I've learned that more people believe in me than I sometimes believe in myself. I am trying to understand why. Since the beginning of grad school (i know, i am only on week three) I have been questioning if this is meant for me. Asking myself "am I suppose to be here?" So I think....I think hard about where I came from, and about my accomplishments so far. So if I was to write it all down..it makes sense on paper that I am here. My rap sheet would say that this stage in my life is inevitable. I suppose I tend to compare myself with others...which is a horrible thing to do? But when you are sitting in a classroom and you feel that everyone is competing it is hard to do so. I believe I wrote something about this before...so maybe I need to revisit it...but the questi...