I'm All Smiles

Hey honeys!

So, I've been reading your comments and found them really helpful. I knew you ladies would know just what to say, so keep the comments coming!

The consensus seemed to be that I need to get myself out of the house and do something fun. Keep myself busy. Well, tonight was going to be one of those early-to-bed-movie-for-one nights but after reading your comments, I opted to go out. Today was the probate, step show, and party for a frat on campus so I joined my girlies for a night out. I had a pretty good time, especially considering I managed to get into the step show and party without paying. I was looking fab, full of energy, having a grand old time, when I happen to see Ex's girlfriend (we'll call her Baby Spice today). Surprisingly, I wasn't the least bit affected for once. I just casually gestured toward her and my girls gave me the knowing eye-roll: Ex was definitely near by.

I paid no mind and decided to keep dancing. Eventually, he and I were shoulder to shoulder. We never once made eye contact but I think it was obvious that we when in each other's presence. But again, I was strangely unaffected.

The party goes on, all the while he and I somehow kepting ending up in each other's vicinity, but never once acknowledging each other. Eventually, the lights came on and it was time to go. We all filed out, and I waited at the door for my friend. I happened to look up and see Ex across the the room. My gaze must've lingered a little too long because our eyes finally locked. We smile and nod. Nothing more.

I continued to wait by the door while the droves of people come rushing through, when I saw Baby Spice approaching. By then I'd somehow taken the post of the door person and was propping it open for the people filing through. For a split second I had the mind to drop the door when she came walking through lol. But that would've been severely bitchy so I held it open for her. As she walks through, this broad actually shoots me a dirty look and then says (audible as hell) to her friend: There goes ____'s ex girlfriend. Her friend proceeds to look around and says, Where? Then they both look back at me as Baby Spice says, Her. My immediate reaction was to was laugh. She didn't even have the decency to talk about me until she was at least two inches away from me. I found that incredibly hilarious for some reason.

So, finally the mob has exited the dance hall and we're all kind of loitering in the lobby. I spot Ex and his pocket-size girlfriend standing together. I guess she saw me to because she instantly did one of those territorial This-Is-MY-Man moves and grabbed his hand. Again, all I could do was smile.

I'm actually quite happy that I decided to go out tonight because I had already had plans to have an old fashion pitty party. I gave my girls the excuse that I would be doing homework when I knew good and well that I was probably going to end up watching a movie by myself. And then I read you all's fabulous advice and decided not to stay home feeling sorry for myself. I glammed up, went out, and had an awesome time tonight. What's best is that I didn't even anticipate the fact that Ex or his Baby Spice would be there. But still, seeing them did nothing to my system like it usually does.

This was the first time I've seen Ex since we've stopped talking. I was dreading the moment but I think it played out in the best way possible. In a situation where I should've felt at least the slightest bit anxious, I felt supremely confident and at ease. And in a situation that I could've handled in an undignified, hoodrat sort of way, I handled with pure class. Feels like a small victory.

See...All smiles=)

Happy Birthday to Me.

I am admittedly a lame. My Big 2-0 is in about 6 hours, and I have absolutely no intentions on going out tonight. My friends can't stand how much of a homebody I am, but what can I say? I party hard about once or twice a season--Homecoming and Halloween were it for me. Plus, it's too frickin' cold outside!

A part of me thinks I should get out there and do something though. After all, this is a milestone birthday. I've reached the end of my teenage years; you only turn 20 once. And aside from that, I didn't get to celebrate hardcore about Obama winning the election and I know errrrrrbody is about to be out tonight. Especially since the Black Alumni Reunion is this weekend....Hmm, I think I just talked myself into party mode.

Enjoy your weekends! I might have pics for you on Monday.

xo,
Blog-No Longer A Teenager-gal

HalloWeiner Weekend

Okay, so this will be my first picture post ever. I'll let the photos do most of the talking, but before I post them, I'll give you all a little background.

This weekend was full of non-stop fun and fuckery. I had a fantabulous time, to say the least. I went to a black house party, and on a "clear" (lol Jaded) one. Had to balance it out, you know. Anyway, I feel the need to give a heads up on the clear party I went to, as it was a hot coonish mess, even more so than the black party. It was themed All Slutz Day. Sorry if that offends any hardcore Christians (All Saints Day). The idea was to come in your skimpiest attire. Bras, panties, boxers, fishnets--the cuntier, the better. (I thought I was skimpy enough but it turned out I was overdressed. You'll see in a minute). Just a way to make fun of and exaggerate the sluttery that is everpresent on Halloween. Think Mean Girls. The only thing I didn't know was that 80% of the guys there would be gay. A grand old fag fest. So please be forewarned that there may be a few penis shots and/or homo makeout sessions. I'll try my best to spare you, but I can't make any promises.

Sidenote: I was a tad bit tipsy. You'd have to be too, in order to participate in this type of fuckery. Please believe alot of these pictures (of me at least) will be be deleted within a 24 hour period. And um, also keep in mind that the camera adds 40lbs.

All Slutz Day The only non-flash pic of the night. Just try to imagine this lighting throughout the entire house.My gay crush (left) and my RA (center); I need new friends.

One of the many Jokers we ecountered that night.

My BDF (Best Dorm Friend) posin' with the 'mos.

The gayest shot of the night.

(I almost died when the played the remix version of "I Kissed a Girl"...Nastiness.)

There are actually about 30 more pics, but I don't want to have to put a content restriction on my blog. So use your imaginations if you're curious.

Okay, so I cheated. There were a few more pics of me participating in all sorts of shinnanigans (a few risque poses, and a some suggestive shots with the homos) but I'm too much of a punk to post them.

Halloween Party

As much as much as I enjoyed some clear people coonery (we'll spread that word like wildfire, Jaded lol), it was nice to participate in some black people coonery.

Me in my sexy witch costume...totally D.U.F.F.ing it up.

Lil Jon, MIA, and Lupe Fiasco

Dave Chapelle fans know--I love this one lol

Please note the the stretcher being taken into my dorm to save some poor drunken soul....hot ass mess.

Over all, I had a pretty awesome weekend.

p.s.

Picture posts are a bitch to format! Ugh.

Party Weekend!

Heyyyyyy everybody! It's been a minute, huh? I think this is the least I've written in months. Only twice in one week? Blasphemy! I'd like to say that I've been uber busy, but that would be a lie. Midterms are coming up, but that's not until next week...Whoo, next week is gonna be a busy one. Probably won't be able to make a post until next Wedneseday...But anway, I've just been taking a breather for the week. On Tuesday my mom came to visit me which absolutely made my day because it was so rainy and bleak. On Wednesday, I gave myself a sew-in. Sorry, I don't have any pics, but after this weekend, I should have some to post because it's homecoming at my school.

Those in the midwest may know that the University of Illinois is famous for its good academic reputation, as well as for its bomb ass parties. Since only about 10% of my school is Black, we get our own homecoming celebration. So, that means parties, after parties, and after after parties. Can't do too much tonight because I still have to work at 9am tomorrow, but I am going to the African American fashion show. Don't get the wrong idea, this is no amateur show. There are real make up artists, real hairstylists, and real models (as well as any students who audition that made the cut). As for everyone who's attending, it pretty much just gives us a good reason to dress up, which I'm really looking forward to. And tomorrow night is the BIG party (600 tickets have been sold)--the one that brings people in from other midwestern universities. I've already got my most slutified outfit picked out for it and everything.Needless to say, I'm gettin it crackin this weekend.

I'm going all out for homecoming simply because I never go out. I'm more of a homebody than a partyhopper. So, since I know this is going to be the last time I go to a party for a while, I want to make sure I have a good time.

By the time you hear from me again, I should have some visual evidence of my weekend. And by next Thursday definitely, I'll be back to my normal blog posting (and stalking), schedule since midterms will be over. I haven't forgotten about you all. I'll catch up next week. Promise.

Until then, have a fabulous weekend, my sweets. Try to enjoy the good weather will it lasts. I know I will.