one sentence. one thought.

People who suffer the most from love are those in relationships with others who don't know what they want.

BigPink...this one's for you.

I ate squid today.

It was supposed to be fried calamari, but it was soggy squid. I ate it because of past experiences with fried calamari but for some reason, this batch did not live up to the hype. Besides, isn't fried anything supposed to be good? Hmph. that is all I have to say about that one...tighten up BigPink.

My Obituary....class project

My Obituary
We celebrate the life of Nefertiti Alexander. She was daughter to John Crow Alexander and Marcia Ferguson; Sister to Makissa Lewis. She is survived by her 3 children, Nyala, Anthony, and Leonard. Nefertiti is a graduate from Florida International University, receiving her bachelors in Psychology. She married her husband Jesse Etienne in the coming years to create a beautiful family with her three children. Aside from her family, she created an empire in her career of public relations running the state’s top Public Relation firms, ARDEN Intl. ®. Her community work with young people is a testament to her amazing selflessness. By creating scholarship programs and help building better schools throughout inner cities all across America. Nefertiti also created a mentoring program for first time female college students in order to guide them through their tenure at University life. Along with her community work, Nefertiti is a best selling author of her book, Chronicles of a wannabe dropout, a satirical novel depicting life as a college student. Her book, written during her final years of college, has been the go-to guide for many first time college students. For all who knew her, she was a fun loving, caring soul. Always told the truth to whomever listened and always readily available for advice; Nefertiti was also known for wearing her heart on her sleeve, pant leg, and forehead; but yet it made her much more lovable with time. Her unique presence and distinctive personality will always be remembered with warmth and love in our hearts, minds, and memories.

Growing up is so hard, damn it!

I just started writing a few years ago; last year to be exact. I never expected to write as much as I do. I hated writing when I was in high school. I wrote in my journal only when I had a problem and it hurt my hand to write so much. Now I type, I and enjoy writing immensely. I am an observant person who gives pretty good advice. I'm not saying I want to be an advice columnist but I am saying that this isn't so bad after all. I guess in essence this is the beauty of the college student and this stage in the game…career moves. Never really knowing where we are going to go, or how we are going to get there. I started school set on being an entertainment publicist, with some failures and some success I found a different side of myself that led me to the world of advertising and sports…crazy combination, but it works. I, like most college students, have the hardest time focusing on what is important and prioritizing my life in the right fashion. I procrastinate on things that can be done in five minutes; I choose parties, friends, and fun over important school work. Those decisions are okay on occasion, but they are not okay to be habitual, which is what has been my and many other college students downfalls in the past. I know that the more enticing decision will be and always will be hanging out with friends, or going to the movies, but as we all get older in college and more and more friends are graduating or leaving, is when you, the procrastinator, feel left behind. There is always a point in the average college student's average lifestyle where being average is not kosher. Being average is not acceptable by any standards, usually when grad school only accepts above average anyway. I find it hard to keep track of what I want to be, I thought I wanted to be an entertainment publicist because of the fast paced hustle and bustle lifestyle that I have grown accustomed to, but I no longer want that. I am feeling a bit too old for that now. I even am thinking of family and love, the whole nine yards. But I'm beginning to also feel the old school tired thing too.