COMMITMENT.

Man, I have built my profile to be known as an individual who loathes permanently settling down with anyone. Now here I am admitting to be deeply engaged in a weekend relationship with ... BEER. Hahaha. Pinchi borracha status. But seriously ... I just felt the need to blog because I have so much pent up in my chest and I need to release, like a horny 14yr old boy going through puberty. Haha.

Okay so I had one of my most heartfelt conversations of the month with someone who's growing quite near and dear to me. No names for future reference. Haha. Basically, we were (well I was at least) trying to get some decent shut eye after a well deserved night of drinking and then I brought up the topic of how you got to where you are. What were some of your primary influences? Was there anyone who inspired you? The works. This NIGGA rants on for a good 15-20 mins (time away from my sleep I might add) about it. Luckily, I really didn't mind since he had an intriguing response. He got to talking about not growing up with a role model and wanting to be that role model for the youngins. That reminds me of the whole concept of either taking an experience and learning from it by choosing another path when you hit the fork road OR unconsciously repeating your mistakes. He chose the other road and I respect that on so many levels. ANYWAYS, it's such a trip how much common ground I can always seek in individuals regardless how different our walks of life are. That always seems to be my number one strategy, seeking commonalities because you don't resent someone you can relate to. The key is being able to identify the similarities. It can get tricky I tell you.

So ... this past weekend truly was interesting. I've learned that I've progressed tremendously with the ability of not jumping to conclusions so willingly. After all, isn't that what leads to all the anxiety attacks in people's lives ... all that over analyzing? Nigga please. I think I've developed a keen sense on what to deem worthy of my worry.

Yesterday, I went to church downtown opposed to the routine St. Charles. Man, that priest managed to do something that has never been done before: he was able to get me to listen to the entire HOMILY without drifting off what so ever. That is how you know it was a great sermon and the way he delivered it was enjoyable as well ... some light humor enough to catch the crowd's attention and a good anecdote that directly related to the readings. Oh, and can I just say that the music was amazing. It wasn't too much that you were like "alright girl, just because you made it to first cuts in American Idol, doesn't mean you're a star" but it was more like "aww snaaap, she just gave me goosebumps" so yeah. I'm really going to try and attend mass at St. Joseph's more frequently.

I have my midterm tomorrow. I wish I could say that I did my best to study for it like a maniac but then ... I'd be lying. I'm sure I'll be okay though. I'm shooting for an A, that way if I don't reach that mark at least I should get a B. Wisssshhfuuuuul thinking! Haha.


Umm there was so much more I wanted to talk about. OH, OH, OH! Note to self: tone it down. Haha. I should be able to read that in the future and be like, "ooooh girl." Haha.