December 2009
11 posts
21st birthday = success.
Me: Hey Lauren, could you do my makeup for me tomorrow before we go out?
Lauren: Sure. Birthday present - done.
Akua: SHIT.
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I was officially offered an internship at Orlando Magazine this morning, I will be 21 in about 9 hours, and I will see my boyfriend in 8 days.
Life is good right now. Those silly little assignments (read: research paper and final exams) can’t touch this great mood.
And it doesn’t help that Lauren just pointed out that one of the authors listed on one of my articles is named “Clifford Manlove.”
Well, shit. I don’t think the rest of the room is impressed with my giggling.
Three articles and an equal number of hours into this Alfred Hitchcock paper and I am on a sugar high. Those Kit-Kat bars didn’t stand a chance.
I kind of feel like a five year old in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Everyone looks miserable and serious. I suppose I should, too. This paper isn’t exactly writing itself, and it’s due pretty soon.
I’ve...
It started with my notebooks in junior high. I’d scribble notes to myself, musings about the things that matter when you’re 14. Then came high school, Livejournal, my first digital camera, and Myspace. College brought Facebook. Wordpress. Twitter. Blogspot. All these little traces of me are scattered in the back of my closet, in long-since abandoned accounts, and in the trunk of...