The Master Cleanse

I didn't plan on posting today, but my mommy just left so I think I can sneak a quick one lol.

Has anyone ever done/heard of the Lemonade diet? It's formally known as the Master Cleanse. It's like a fast but not. It's 10-14 day detox where all you drink is this concoction of lemon juice, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper. Nasty, right? But apparently the ingredients give you the calories, vitamins, and minerals you need to be sustained during the period. Thus, you don't get hunger pangs or feel weak.

I'm thinking about doing it. Not just for weight loss reasons (although that would be a plus. The average person loses 2 lbs a day during the cleanse). I want to do it because I've never done a detox before and I know my body could definitely use it about now. I've felt so sluggish lately. I read the book by the creator of the diet, Stanley Burroughs, and I think it's something I really want to do. Granted, 10 days is a long time to go without eating, but according to Dr. Burroughs, and other reliable sources, it isn't hazardous to your health. I don't know, I'm just up for the challenge. I want to see if I have the discipline to abstain from food that long.

Soooo, do y'all think I'm crazy now? And has anybody ever tried it before or know someone who has?

HOLA!!!

Well hello dear friends. It’s been a lonnnnge minute hasn’t it? I feel like a big nerd saying this but, I missed you guys! I hadn’t realized what large part my blog family plays in my life. Being away this long has made me appreciate you guys that much more:-).

So, here’s the situation. I have a new cord now, but still limited internet access. My computer is a desktop so, even though we have wireless in the house, I can’t use it. I could use my mom’s laptop once again but, as fate would have it, she found my blog. Yep, it finally happened guys. She clicked the lovely orange “B” in her dropdown menu and found her way to the most derogatory post I’ve ever made on Love is a Minefield. I won’t go into details though for the sake of time. Let’s just say the word “fuckery” is the latest addition to her vocabulary. She’s been using the word daily (in the wrong context) but I won’t even go there. Safe to say that I’m going to be pulling up Blogger as rarely as possible on her computer. So, what I’m doing now is typing my entry in Word on my own computer and then saving it on a disk to publish it on her computer. Cause that’s how much I love yall.

What’s the happy-haps? How was everybody’s Christmas? I know I’m late as ever and you’re blogs probably tell that story. Don’t worry, I’ll be doing rounds a little later. Christmas in these parts was wonderful. Not so much on the gifting end because the majority of my family has been laid off in the past six months (including my mom). I told everyone not to get me anything, and they didn’t. Times are too tough to worry about buying presents for people, and I know that. Although I had a couple of uncles who slipped me a few dollars, so I ended up with more than I expected to get. But enough about the material things. What I enjoyed most about Christmas was just being around family.

We have our celebration on Christmas Eve so I slept in and lazed around on Christmas day. The day after Christmas, I went to the movies with my sister and her ex/boyfriend. I’ve been wanting to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button ever since the summer when I saw the teaser, so that’s what we decided on. The movie was simply amazing. It’s been a long time since a film has touched me like that one did. It made me laugh, it made me cry. It was aesthetically pleasing thanks to the lovely and brilliant direction of David Fincher. He directed Fight Club as well. All of his films are awesome. Anyway, I loved every minute of it and there was never a dull moment even though the running time was almost three hours. I can’t even begin to review the movie here because I’d end up on tangents out of this world and it’s already late (3:42am lol). Hit up Karrie B.’s blog for her take on it. I’ll just say see the movie. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it.

Today I was supposed to see my father but that fell through as usual. He’s the most notorious flake in the world. I knew when he said that he wanted to see my sisters and I, that it wasn’t going to happen. But I’m used it by now.

Hmmm, what else is new? Absolutely nothing on the boy/man front lol. I somehow expected things to be different once I got home but nope. Still single as ever. I do have a “date” on Tuesday, if you wanna call it that. It’s with my very first boyfriend. He and I dated for about three months before I dumped him for Ex. Anyway, we’ve stayed on friendly terms since the break up. He’s been abroad in France for the past semester and he’s only home for a two weeks until he goes to Switzerland for second semester. We hung quite a bit during the summer, but I was determined not to get too close to him because I wasn't up to a long distance situation like that. How ever the date goes down, it won't mean anything because he's leaving again so soon.

I generally hate making the What I Did Today posts, but I figured one was in order since I’ve been away so long. I probably won’t be on my daily writing schedule until school is back in session, but I’ll make sure I post at least three times a week until then.

Hey friends,

Finally made it home last night! Unfortunately, my dumb ass left my power supply in my dorm room (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) and I'm without a computer:-(. I'm on my mom's laptop but she's basically breathing down my neck right now so I'm gonna have to call it a break for the next few days or so. Maybe that's what I need anyway. A break from the internet because I am thoroughly addicted. You should've seen how I freaked when I realized I didn't have my cord. It lasted a good hour.

So, I'll be taking this time to get cozy with the fam and I hope you'll do the same. I'll definitely have some pics and stories for you guys whenever I come back. Until then, enjoy your families and your breaks. And if I'm not back in time, I hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas!

xo,
bloggal

Please Don't Touch My Panties.

Well, it's official guys and gals. My first semester is O-V-E-R! It's so easy to just dismiss the past six months like they never happened. Even though they'll come back to haunt (or delight) me in a week or two when grades are in. How ever things turn out, I'm just happy to be able to say that I'm DONE.

Sucky part is, I'm still here at school. All of my friends are long gone because their last finals were on Wednesday. I walked into my hallway just now and I swear I saw tumbleweeds. I'm the very last person to leave my floor. Either that, or I'm the only loser in my dorm on the last day of school. Whatever the case, it's both cool and creepy at the same time. I'm shocked I don't have a case of the alonesies.

::Leaves to turn on radio in the community bathroom::

So, here I am. And sooooo, ready to go. I've gotta tell this story about something that happened last night. I was tempted to skip the studying and immediately blog about it, but I knew that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do.

Okay, so last night I did some much needed laundry. I've let it pile up for the past few weeks and, since I didn't feel like dragging a bunch of dirty clothes home, I decided to just do it before I packed. So, I put on two loads and went to the computer lab to do some studying while I waited. Around this time of year, when the the laundry room gets severely packed, people start getting ignorant and impatient. It's not uncommon for people to remove someone elses clothes from a washer or dryer to put their own in. I set my timer for 30 minutes because I've heard horror stories about this happening. I didn't want it to happen to me, so after exactly 30 minutes I came back to the laundry room and put my clothes in the dryer for an hour. Set my timer once again, and went back to the computer lab.

After an exactly an hour was up, I head back to the laundry room. But when I get there, I see that one of my dryers has a bunch of jeans tumbling in it. How could that be, when I was using that one to dry all of my delicates? And then, there they were. All of my panties, socks, and bras, piled on top of a rusty ass ironing board. Needless to say, I freaked. I rushed over to my pile of undies ready to grab it up when....OH HELLLLLLL NAW!!! My shit is soaking wet!

What this means is some chick took my clothes out of my dryer in MID cycle! That's even worse than taking my stuff out after it was done. If that ain't triflin', I don't know what is. That's some clear people shit right there.

I had the mind to open the dryer and let her time run out, take her clothes out and pour bleach on them, hide her shit, or throw it away. But I did none of the above. I gathered up my wet panties and sullenly went back to my room.

I called my sister and told her all about it, because I was too heated. She asked me why I didn't do anything to her stuff and I was like "Duh! Two wrongs don't make a right. I don't need that coming back on me."...But I was ooohhhh soooo tempted to. God, you have no idea.

Then she tells me to at least confront the chick and I agreed to. So, I head back down to the laundry room, clothes in hand (because I did intend on drying them). I posted myself at the homework table and proceeded to study while I waited for this chick's clothes to finish.

Her timer hits zero. I look around. No chick in sight. I wait a few minutes longer. Nobody. Then I look around for an empty dryer to put my stuff in. All still going. I figured, what the hell. I'm justified in this case. I take her clothes out, set them on top of the rusty ironing board, and put my stuff back in. I guess I was in a fighting mood because if she did happen to come in at the moment of exchange, and tried to come at me about moving her clothes, I was too ready. But I never got the chance. A whole hour went by and this chick never showed. Disappointed at the missed opportunity to fight this broad in the face, I took my clothes out and put hers back in.

What gets me is the fact that this heffa was so thirsty to dry her clothes that she took mine out BEFORE the cycle was even finished. But then she's more than an hour late to get her own clothes? Ugh! I tell you about ass triflin' people...I just know she was clear.

Maybe I was being spared or something. Maybe if she did come down there while my stuff was in the dryer, an old fashion cat fight would've ensued. Maybe I should be thankful.

Whatever the case may be, I know there's a moral in here somewhere. Not quite sure what it is. But what I do know is, I'm missing a pair of my favorite panties....Bitch.

Game Over.

Just thought I'd warn you that this post has no order. I'm just ranting. Just saying.

Well, I think I just about bombed my Art History final today. I studied all day and all night for it yesterday. Even woke up early this morning to get a little extra studying in before the exam. And then I get there...Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It was one of those exams where I had to basically guess what would be on it. Everything from Roman architecture to Christian iconography could appear. Obviously, I didn't to test my luck and only focus on one thing. So I did a survey of everything. Only problem was, it didn't all stick like it should've. And, as luck would have it, everything I decided to skimp on, because it seemed so unlikely to be on the test, was there. Every single question.

So much for that 3.8...

Sigh.

Yesterday I reread the post I made a couple of days ago. You know, the one about the Facebook note. I was reading my own commentary within the post and in response to some of your comments and couldn't help but say, "Oooh...that wasn't nice." I had the mind to delete it, but decided against that because I never delete posts, unless they're too personal. So I left it. But then today, I got a few email notifications from a rare/new commenter. I don't know if this was his first time coming through, but what he left in response to "What Do These B**** Want From a N****" was: Such venom in here. Too much venom.


Now, it didn't bother me that this commenter didn't particularly care for our/my venom, because I still maintain that this blog is a place of free expression. So, I'll continue to say what I want here, and I encourage you gals (and guys) to do the same. What disturbed me was the fact that he was right. There was alot of venom. But what disturbed me even more was how much of it was on my end.

I've been really angry lately. Like, really, really angry. And not just at the world in general, because we all have those moments where we hate the world and everything in it (...right? lol). I thought long and hard about what's been causing me alot of strife lately and it hit me. MEN.

I've been hearing so many stories about men being...men. Lying, cheating, mistreating, abusing, abandoning, flaking, heartbreaking...I've seen so many strong women cry. I've cried myself. And it just makes me angry.

"The good ones screw you. The bad ones screw you. And the rest don’t know how to screw you." ~Sex and the City

You expect it when bad men do bad things. But when "good" men do it too, it just leaves a sense of hopelessness. Like, wow. Are there any decent ones left in the world?

Notice I'm using the word men and not boys? "I'm done talking to boys. I'm looking for a MAN". You know what I'm starting to realize? There's really no difference. Maybe I'm being too general here, but man or boy, most don't seem to know what they want.

He's 21 and she's 20. They were together for four years. She's a very beautiful young woman. She attends one of the top two schools in the country. And she's an incredibly devoted girlfriend. She just got out of school for the semester and decided to surprise her boyfriend at his. She bought a plane ticket, flew from Chicago to Florida...and caught him with another girl.

Oh, and did I mention he was a nice guy?

Now, I'm not even about to rant about men or bash them. It's not even worth it. I will say this though: When you hurt my friends, you hurt me. And I'm just...disappointed. Very disappointed.

Honestly, I feel like quitting. I feel like I'm holding my breath for a "good" one. I feel like he doesn't exist.

I'm just ready for this school year to be over. I'm ready to be home with family and old friends. I know getting away from school won't make a difference. Bad guys will be bad guys. And nice guys will be bad guys too. But, I don't know. There's just something about being around family that makes me not care so much.

A Farewell Kiss

By now, evvvveeerybody's seen this. But you probably haven't seen it in slow motion, have ya?!







Soooo damn close! How did that not hit him? You've gotta give it to Bush. He's got mad dodging skills. That mofo even looks fast in slomo.

Christmas Wishlist

There's only one thing I want:

...Or this would do the job too.

Hey Glo, foget about the iTouch Fund. How about the iTouch Myself Fund instead?

Sigh. I need sexy time.