Every single second! Sheesh!

So it seems like every single second of my life seems to count. I use to feel like I had time to just lye on the couch and watch Spongebob for an hour, then dance around, then sing a little, then……..whatever. I feel like my day is getting shorter and shorter. I have a lot going on so that my summer will be the summer I keep envisioning for myself. I want to travel for two months, go to different places singing open mic, hanging with friends, etc. I want to spend some time being a normal (elk, what a nasty word sometimes) 24 yr old. Man, I’m so ready for things to change and I am the only one that could initiate that change. God willing………..

WHO DAT?!

Yes, The New Orleans Saint’s has kicked all kind of bootang in the Superbowl tonight! Congrats to my home team. Much respect is definitely in order. They deserve it! They’ve worked hard and I have never been so glued to football. You love to see what the world called the “Underdogs” come out on top. MUAH MUAH MUAH! I am super excited! Imma have to settle down. Now I have to finished my Saints journals!

*singing* Who dat say gon beat dem Saints? WHo Dat?! Who Dat?! *done singing*

*Taking a deep breathe*

I CAN DO THIS! It’s going to hurt some days, but it’s going to make me stronger. It’s going to be dark some days, but that will help appreciate when it’s brighter. I’m gonna cry some days, but that will help me appreciate all the smiles, even the small one. I HAVE TO BE BETTER TOMORROW THAN I AM TODAY AND A 100X’S BETTER NEXT YEAR! STAY TUNED!

Something Special!

Though I am mostly focused on developing my vocals and my music career (that’s still on ground level), I’m approached often by eligible (or seemingly eligible) men. I take myself through the whole rigamarole of “Is he going to ask for my number?”. Then, he asks for my number. Then I say, “Is he going to call?”. Then, 3 days to a week later he calls (Sometimes I call, depending). Let me just say, by that time I am completely on the edge. I’m pissed that he follow these whack ass rules about waiting so you don’t look desperate. And if he is not following rules and he just doesn’t care then that’s a whole nother blog entry that ends something like “MOVE THE HELL ON!”. So like I was saying, following rules suck. It’s not desperate to let someone know that you like them. For a woman like myself and let’s go down the list: Smart, MULTI-Talented, Spiritual, Funny, Adventurous, Goofy, Not that great of a speller, but I can definitely read, Family Oriented, Artist, Excellent Dancer (EXCELLENT), Bi-lingual (does Ebonics count? If not, I am learning Spanish as a backup), Hardworker, and the list goes on, you need to hop on me quick. I am getting better and better everyday and the line is getting longer and longer.

Okay, so we are past the call part, it’s time to go on a date that, by the way, hardly anyone ever calls a date anymore. After talking on the phone with me, I’m sure that I’ve shared with you that I LOVE art. Paintings, theater, concerts, etc. Yet, our “date” doesn’t consist of ANY of those things. Instead, we are sitting at a table at a whack restaurant talking about boring ish, like work. The food and service aren’t even good. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel the interaction here. We are talking and you are just saying things you think I want to hear. BORRRINNNNGGG! I know that I’m beautiful….yeah yeah yeah and mature for my age, but where is the color I want you to bring into my world. This restaurant is too dark and romantic. I don’t want to get romantic with you…I barely know you. LOL! RANT ENDS! No worries, it’s all in my mind, I hardly ever say it out loud, but my face is always doing something weird. After this dinner, you ask (just imagine the goofiest voice ever), “So what do you want to do now”. My mind is screaming, “GO THE HELL HOME AND CATCH THE REST OF HELLBOY II!”, but I smile and say….”I’m tired”, which I am because you bored me to the point of exhaustion (fake smiling), “I think I’m going to turn in for the night!”, “Thanks for dinner though!”.

So sad to say that I’ve been on wayyyyyy too many of “those” dates. I guess what this blog entry is really about is knowing that I am much more than a dinner date. I am such an intriguing woman with so much to offer. I know whoever he is…he’s going to be something special. He’s going to hear me and then act on what he hears. I am going to actually listen to him and speak and not just respond to him with a “MmmHmm”. I know one thing for sure…I’m not ready for him. I’m still this half a person with so much growing to do, but I am looking forward to spending time with him. Regardless if he and I are just for a season or if we are for a lifetime, he’s going to improve my life in some kind of way. He’s going to make me 100x’s more colorful than I am already am. Until then, let’s get back to becoming a whole person. Let’s get back to the MUSIC! Just thought I’d share that. Oh yeah, we hate the men who act like babies…WE REALLY DON’T LIKE YOU “GIRLS”, WITH YOUR SENSITIVE FEELINGS ALWAYS GETTING HURT! Take a spit, scratch your balls, watch the game, and eat me out of a house and a home. *Side note* I do expect you to care, but be manly about it! Make sense?

*throwing up some whack gang sign*

Hope for Haiti Now!

So last night I tuned in to watch the special to raise money for Haiti. Though it was tough to watch at some parts, I’m glad that I sat through the entire show. Every time the news would bring it on I would watch bits and parts and turn. I couldn’t take a whole lot of that reality, so I would just say “Lord bless them and have mercy on them!”. It was so sad and so heart wrenching and so emotionally draining. I loved the artist performances. My fav. performances were John Legend, Jennifer Hudson, Christina A., and Beyonce. Even though the music was definitely on point, I would have to say that the most touching was hearing the stories of survivors, seeing the footage of rescues, and hearing the people call in with genuine care and concern for their fellow man. I’ve definitely played my part in helping Haiti days ago and praying that I could do more. I hope that all that reads this blog do their part also. It’s not b/c all the celebrities think this is the worst thing ever, it’s not b/c you want recognition, it’s b/c this could have easily been us. Just think to be going on with your normal regular day and all of a sudden the world comes crashing down on you. Well, consider yourself blessed. I know I do. Be blessed enough to bless someone who is in dyer need. There are several ways that you can help right now. You can donate on your phone like I did. Donate $10 as many times as you want by texting Haiti to 90999. And they don’t only need money, make sure that you pray for them. PRAYER IS POWERFUL! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I saw this on Necole Bitchie this morning:

I know Wyclef said Haiti doesn’t need anymore photo ops but this is the best photo coming out of Haiti. “Kiki” was buried under the rubble for 8 days but came out grinning from ear to ear…

The little Haitian boy who greeted rescuers with a beaming grin as they freed him from a huge pile of rubble said yesterday, “I smiled because I was free — I smiled because I was alive.”