P-Units

Over the years I've realized that I am very fortunate, very blessed in the parental unit department. First of all, I have both parental unit #1 and parental unit #2 in my life, in the same household. Most kids don't havge that. Secondly, I know my parents love me unconditionally. No matter what, I know they love me whether or not I'm the perfect angel or slipping up. But that's not what this is about.

I have a great relationship with my parents. We connect in a way that most kids and parents don't. We see eye to eye on most issues and even when we don't, I know they always have my best interests at heart.

My mom and I are very close. We are like sisters, especially since I've always wanted a sister. Some people think this is a bad thing; the line between parent and child is blurred or I'm just a "mama's baby," always hanging under my mother. But that's not the case either way. She sees the young lady I am becoming and respects the decisions I make, never treating me like a baby or trying to hinder me from growing. On the other hand, I know she is my mother and will always respect that role first. The fun that we have together, the inside jokes, the craziness, I know that it's all just extra. If we weren't this way she would still be my mother and that needs to be respected.

Nonetheless, we koo. lol. I have no problem being seen in public with my mom, whereas a lot of kids don't want to be seen anywhere near the same vicinity as their parents, devising schemes so they won't have to be. We get along great and she knows everything about me. Everything. Sure, we have our disagreements, but we never let them tear us apart. We always look at the bigger picture. I can't imagine growing up without this relationship with my momsy. I don't see how other people do it. If/when I have kids, I will have that kind of relationship with them.

On the other hand, me and my pops have a totally different relationship. No, he's not my brother (I got enough of those), he's my pops. We koo. For a while, I thought my dad and I didn't have a good relationship, only because it was different from me and moms. But now I see that's not the case, it's still good, just different. No, we don't joke around, act crazy, or shop together, but we still have an undeniable bond. When I talk to my dad, I get to step outside of myself and see the whole picture or see myself in a different light. He has this insight without even knowing the exact details that my mom has. I'm thankful for that.

He's a cool dude. I have two great parents in my life, so yeah, I'm very blessed!

Tuo Ecaep.

Welcome Back

Whew...it's been a whole month.

Yeah... so it's been a while. Sorry to disappoint all my loyal readers. This one goes out to my numbero uno. No, this post won't be some deep philosophical discussion. No, I didn't fall off the face of the earth. No, this won't be some anger induced rant. I'll keep it short and sweet. Why I've been missing? Hmmm...that's a good question.

But you know what, I don't have an answer. I've been slightly busier than usual, but it shouldn't keep me away from blogging. I enjoy blogging, even though I never thought of myself as a writer. Blogging has become a part of me. A significant part at that. I don't blog as often as I would like to, and this past couple of weeks has been horrible. Everyday I've been like, I really want to write, I really need to write. It's crazy.

So what's been keeping me? This folks... I do not know. I really have no clue. I can't analyze my way through this one. But ah well, I'll probably figure it out in a few days/weeks. Bye for now. I'll be back soon. No more extended, unannounced bloggernappings. Te he he. Out peace!

Stranded....Just About

So....I was flying home for spring break today. Been looking forward to this trip for awhile now. I've practically been counting down since I booked my flight a couple of weeks ago. I had everything planned. Pack two days before, order my cab two days before to come pick me up at 4:30 am, you know get everything together. Well, I did all that with only a few hiccups. First, I ordered my cab online and put in my house phone number, and ordered it for a day early. How silly of me. Well, I found out Morgan was leaving for the airport around the same time, so we decided to share the cab and leave 30 minutes earlier, a nice time cushion. Got that all straightened out and I was packed on Thursday night.

But today, O today. Grrr.... Well let me take a step back. Weather patterns started to change on Thursday so I decided to check the weather for my flight. A little snow was forecasted, nothing major. I expected slight delays. Well fastforward to Friday evening, FREEZING RAIN or SLEET or HAIL, whatever its called and a little snow. I check the status of my flight all night. Great news its still on and its leaving on time. Whoopee!

Now back to today. Get to the airport at a decent hour, 4:19 to be exact. Wait for the baggage counter to open, I'm second in line. First guy gets bad news. Now Wendi J. O no! Dry cry. My flight is overbooked because of the cancellations last night. Okay, I can deal with that, but what I can't deal with is the fact that I can't leave out until tomorrow morning from Dulles. It's cool though, I've been wanting to see the TWA terminal at Dulles for forever. It's designed by my one of my favorite architects, Eero Saarinen. So that's cool.

But one more thing, I spent all my cash on the cab ride over here. So no cab ride back, hence the stranded. The metro doesnt open until like 7. I really don't wanna sit around here that long, but if I have to. So Traver volunteered Drew and they should be here. O look that's them calling.

P.S. Wendi J. got home, back to the Annex safely. They arrived promptly at 5:20 a.m. Now she's chilling in her bed. Peace.

My View

I feel I must apologize, because everytime I get on here (well maybe not everytime) I rant and rave or something. I just wanna say that I'm just expressing my views and by no means expect people to drop their beliefs and conform to mine. I don't like the feeling of having someone else push their views and beliefs on me. So, I'm trying to avoid that here.

I'm pro-choice for everything (not really talking about abortion here). I think in an ideal world people really would be free to govern themselves and make choices accordingly. Of course there would be some sort of system in place to punish those who make bad decisions and some sort of group in place to enforce those punishments. But there should be no rulings that interfere with personal choices. In this ideal world people are free to make their choices, and as they are free to make their decisions, they should be free from the unwarranted input of others. If my choice does not directly affect you, then you have no input.

Okay now to a related tangent. I believe people have the right to make whatever choice they want to make. Furthermore, I have no right to judge them, their actions, or their decisions. I am not perfect, therefore, my actions and decisions are not perfect. I can expect no more from other people than I can give myself. I can't hold someone to a higher standard than I currently reach. So as far as passing judgments, that's out of the question. I don't want anyone judging me so I shouldn't judge them. (Yeah I realize I just talked in a circle).

Also, as far as moral decisions... Everybody sins so you really can't tell someone that what they're doing or how they're living is incorrect. You can't call someone else out on their sins unless you're sin free. Hello! You're not. "He that is without sin, let him first cast the stone..." Basically, don't pass judgment or you'll be slightly hypocritical. We all have to suffer the consequences for our actions, you for yours and me for mine. Get yourself right before you try to set someone else straight. While you're trying to set them straight, you're running out of time to live right. I'm not saying don't help people, just don't be the pot calling the kettle black. Lol.

On a more serious note, I'm signing off. That's all for now.

Major Decisions Part II

Today I started thinking... On Thursday, I went to the College of Arts & Sciences and filed the necessary paperwork to change my major to Philosophy. So now I'm officially (unofficially) a Philosophy major, French minor in the College of Arts & Sciences at Howard University. Wow that's a mouthful. Well anyway.. I was thinking today that I really made a big decision. I mean really. I keep talking about this and I feel like I'm making a big deal out of it. But I mean come on... It is a big deal, isn't it? This is going to affect the rest of my life.

...Back to the thinking thing. I was just sitting today and started thinking about why I made the decision in the first place. You know me, got to analyze, re-analyze, and over-analyze everything. So I sat...and thought... Why? I love architecture. Am I running scared? I jumped into this major headfirst with more knowledge than most about what I was getting into. Archi-torture is a running joke among many professionals in the field. You gotta love it to be able to handle the torture. I love it, then why would I leave it?

Who knows... I don't think I'm running scared. And if I was it be something deeper, so much deeper. Because in all actuality, I should be more scared now that my future is filled with so much uncertainty. With architecture, I had a major, a career, a life... a plan. Now... I don't have (excuse my language) shit. I have no plan, I don't even know what I'm going to do with this degree.

Philosophy is so practical, especially now that I don't know what exactly I want to do with my life. The skills I would pick up learning about philosophy are so necessary for life in general; argumentation, articulation, critical thinking, logical processes, etc. I could go on forever. But I still need to think about what I want to do with my life, even if I don't settle on one think. I need to know what my options are.

:D

Smile. U make me smile. Yeah you. Cheese.

Grrrr....

U know...I used to be one angry person. I used to justify that by labeling myself an unhappy child. I don't know what that did. I'm a stubborn person. I recognize my faults. But when I'm upset, I turn into a beast. My way or the highway baby. Everybody's wrong. When I'd get angry, I was like f*** this, f*** that, just f*** the world, and forget u too while I'm at it. Don't talk to me cause I don't wanna hear what u gotta say. The simplest, silliest, most trivial things used to upset me, like I was looking for a reason to be pissed. It's crazy like this demonic spirit would consume me and dictate my actions, thoughts, everything. Now that I look back, most of the stuff that drove a wedge between me and anybody was stupid. One simple thing. I let my frustrations build up and every single, occurrence fed into my anger. The monster that I became said what she wanted, did what she wanted, hit who she wanted, and dared somebody to say something to her or look at her the wrong way. I don't want to be that person anymore. I don't like that person. It takes way too much energy to constantly be in a state of madness. I'm learning to control my anger and let the little stuff slide. I still let my frustrations build up and I erupt, but not nearly as violently as I used to...I hope.

Well these are my confessions. I'm signing off. Peace.