Interesting Enough...

...that when people find out Quinn is in town, niggas start blowing her phone up. LOL don't be mad at me Britt...you know you're my nigga.I don't think I've ever felt this popular since...elementary school LOL. But it was nice to see Gian after so long, hasn't changed a bit :) and it was nice to see Malcolm...I have yet to see Aaron, or Britt, or Gerald but I plan on it tomorrow cuz they're already jumping up my butt to see me, more Britt than Aaron, it'll probably be a hi goodbye kinda thing since his GIRLFRIEND doesn't like me much. Well, this was just a tiny update, but Happy Mardi Gras to all...even to those who don't celebrate.

I'm Home

Public Service Annoucement: The Chocolate City Has Just Been Renamed to The Nigga City



Mind you, I've gotten use to living in White America. Rayanne suggested we go to Esplanade to go shopping, and in more or less words, to kill sometime before that night. So we go to the mall, and what I see was like a distant memory...BLACK PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! You have the classic ghetto hair-dos with the different colors that aren't hard to see across the mall, the teenagers just walking around like it's a Saturday night at The Grand, and the crying children running around bumping into people when actuality they need a leash because after awhile I ready to bend them over and whip them. Not complaining, because I'm home, and even if we black folks run these white people out of Metairie and Kenner and Jefferson, atleast I'm still home. I'm somewhat disappointed by the weather, but I knew it would be kinda crappy, and even if most services are limited for the time, I'm still home. I've yet to go out to the East, or Gentilly, or any area I've grown up in, I've steadily been transported back and forth between the Westbank by Malcolm and Destrehan by Rayanne, and Metairie in between all of that. We went to Friar Tuck's (a white club) last night because we couldn't go to Endymion. We had fun, lots of fun...the only thing I'm upset about is my shoes...I should have worn shitty ones :)
We're suppose to go to Bacchus/Endymion because it was postponed last night, and then to Dreams...and then to Bourbon where I can finally have a reason to get pissy drunk. Well maybe not pissy drunk, the last time that happened I ended up peeing in a parking lot outside of Hooters...not that I remember much but my friends verified that for me.

Wow...8 days between posts. I've been crazy busy, school is kicking my butt...again, and I've been working 5 days out the week. Being a hostess isn't cut & dry, it's actually a tough job, and some people may see it as just seating people and wishing them a happy meal lol. Honestly, it's a job that requires a lot of patience, and kindness that kills because believe me, if kindness could kill, The Olive Garden wouldn't have anymore customers. I thought people at The Grand were horrible-OH NO, there are just a lot of unpleasant people in this world. I thought about training as a waitress...but, they're short on staff and take advantage of the ones that are already there by making them work doubles. Maybe when I move back to New Orleans I'll train. Speaking of which, out of all the apartment complexs that I've been able to get in touch with, which is about 10, I've only been able to be put on 2 waiting list that have about 600 people in front of me. Not bad since the "list is moving kinda fast" according to the lady that works in the leasing office, so when we do leave we should already have a place available in Jefferson Parish. But aside from all of that, I've steadily been working on my relationship. For the past few months we've been going through a rough time, fighting about one thing and another, not being able to compromise on the simplest of things. And it wasn't until recently when I was able to just say hey, I love you, but this isn't working, something needs to change or I'm gone. But I'm so determined to make us work, I'm tired of changing boyfriends every new year, I want something stable, something permanent. We still have our moments where we may argue, but we're being more attentive to eachother and miscommunication so our little fights don't blow up into wars.

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I've counted down 124 days until we're able to "move" back...if I can even say move back, because my heart is already home. I just pray everything goes smoothly.

When It's Okay Not to Forgive

A friend of mine named Dedrick (seeeeee, you're mentioned now) and I have these pretty intense, intellectual conversations that sometimes turn into debates. Yesterday, we were talking about pedophiles having to register once they're released from prison. I don't know how we even began this conversation, but he feels that once you've done the time for your crime, all is said and forgiven. Since pedophiles have to register, they're constantly being followed by their history, unlike thieves and murderers, no one will know who they are except for when they apply for jobs. I on the other hand would prefer to know if a sex offender, murderer or a thief is living next door to me. Dedrick feels that people can change over time (and I'm sure being someone's bitch in prison will keep anyone from wanting to go back) - I agree with him whole heartedly. However! Pedophilia is almost like a disorder, they may get the urge to "fondle" a little boy later on...and if a recently released pedophile moves in next door to me, I would like to know, so I can get the hell out of that neighborhood. Sexual assault is a disgusting crime, and eventho the "pervert" is sorry in the long run, it doesn't make what he or she did alright. Maybe I'm being a bit harsh, but I've seen what child molestation has done to innocent kids. Robbing a kid of his/her innocent, violating them in any kind of way, is unforgivable. Yeah yeah, we're suppose to forgive and forget, but I think in certain situations, registering sex offenders is a step in a better society.

I don't know what's more interesting...

Seeing 3 rival schools come together(MAX), or the fact that my little sister from Freshman Initiation is one of the 7 drum majors from my Alma Mater. I like to go back and visit my school's site to see updates, and whoa and behold, Romere Jones, now a 17 year old senior will be one of the drum majors leading MAX in the Mardi Gras parades. It's been about a 3 years since I've seen her, she actually came to my graduation, which was really sweet of her.

I know the pix are kinda small...still brings back memories :)

Ignorance Isn't Always Bliss

I don't know about everyone else, but once people find out I'm from New Orleans, a string of questions usually follow:

1.Did you evacuate before?
2.Did your house flood?
3.Have you been back since?
4.Are you and your family split up?
5.Do you know anyone that died?

and etc.

Now, I believe it's important to know about current events whether it be local, state, national or worldly. No matter how exaggerated the media can get, atleast they're giving you information on things you OUGHT to know. So when a lady asked me if I "Evacuated before", I said yes. Do you know what the next thing she said was? "Ohhhh, you were one of the smart ones!" Now I just finished my research paper on Hurricane Katrina (and if you know my mom, she sent it to everyone in her address book, and it still receiving feedback on my paper...I guess it was pretty informative because I've also received a few lengthy emails). Most of the information is up to date and accurate, and some of the information I actually got was from people who had to endure riding out the storm and then having to sit on their roof for three days without food or water.
Now I had a choice, I could continue to let this woman think that those who did not evacuate were dumb and probably deserved their fate because of their own stupidity (said with complete sarcasm), or I could correct her and make her look like a fucking stupid republican (because obviously she was in the long run). I'm at work, so I have to keep my inner-negro in check.
"Some people didn't have a way out. In fact, 27% of the population in New Orleans do not own their own vehicle, which is an estimated 120,000 people when you do the math. And not only that , 38% of the population has one of the highest poverty rates in America. So you can take in account two reasons why people couldn't evacuate: because they didn't have the means to do so, and if they did, where would they go exactly if they didn't have the money?" Now if there was a look for stupid, it was written all over her face. "Well...I...I, what I meant was..."of course she couldn't get out what she meant because I had just walked away to seat a customer, so I guess I'll never know what she "meant" by one of the "smart ones".

A small update...

Today was my first day on the floor...and they threw me right in the middle of a lunch rush...it was ok though, not too bad. I have to get use to standing on my feet for hours at a time again. I can already see one person I might have a potential problem with, a know-it-all kinda girl. I don't know the ropes...yet, but I'm not dumb either. I really can't stand people who talk to you like you're stupid. I guess she figures a "southern girl" like myself doesn't know any better.

I got my ears pierced in the middle...I've been wanting to get my ears pierced again, but I'm terrified of needles, in fact, I prefer a tattoo in the worse place imaginable then to get my ears pierced. It was kinda funny, I was so scared, and of course you can leave it to my sisters to make fun of me when the lady who did the piercing gave me a teddy bear to hold. I almost cried like a baby...not quite-teared up just a little bit.

I might get chewed out about this eventually...

But when in need, make sure you have AAs as backup...

This is after all...

a girl's bestfriend