Closing the chapter
I was gonna go into details about my weekend, but blah. Y'all get the point. I'm making this entry before I put Windows 98 back on. Just in case my comp somehow manges to malfunction on me and blows up or something.
I am the mistress of my domain. lol My masturbatorialness (<---I am a linguistic engineer!! **Oh jeevus, I don't know WHAT you think this means, Justin. lol But it means I make up words**) has dwindled significantly. Pretty much around the time Chane has come into my life. Ironically we're not having sex (...yet). But for some reason I'm not doing it as much. *shrugs* BTW if my talking about my onanism is a problem, let me know. ...I won't stop or anything, but it's nice to know who I'm ticking off at any given moment.
So as I mentioned before I had a presentation this morning. I could've done so much better, but it's over now. No need in crying over spilled milk. I planned to do it on sexual stereotypes of black women, but somewhere along the road I made it sexual stereotypes of men and women period. Way too broad. WAY too broad. But she at least seemed pleased, so cool.
The queen of procrastination takes her throne again. I crammed for my music quiz in less than 2 hours, right before the class. I'd missed at least 3 key classes. He gave us the anwers afterwards and I got at least an 88, which is an A. Man, I need to bottle my skills up and sell them. It's a gift.
Last I got a call from someone I thought I may never heard from. Trea--- excuse me, Ron. He's rebuking his nickname now. It's so funny how things change. About 6.5-8 months ago I LIVED for calls from Ron. When I saw that number on my caller I.D., my heart skipped a beat. I got nervous, anxious and excited. This saturday I was talking to Chane and I get a beep. I look at my reciever, see Ron's number and the first thing I think is "wow. haven't heard from him in a minute." Then I think "oh brother. I have to temporarily delay my call with Chane." So I click over and we speak for a second. He asks if he can come over. I basically said I was too busy (which I kinda was) and his persistence which I once thought was endearing became annoying. Don't get the wrong idea though. I still think Trea--- Ron is an amazing person. And I'll always be grateful to him for all that he was and represented for me. He came into my life at a time when I needed to know decent men existed. But now I'm very much over him. Long before Chane came I was over him. And I need him to know that.
I am the mistress of my domain. lol My masturbatorialness (<---I am a linguistic engineer!! **Oh jeevus, I don't know WHAT you think this means, Justin. lol But it means I make up words**) has dwindled significantly. Pretty much around the time Chane has come into my life. Ironically we're not having sex (...yet). But for some reason I'm not doing it as much. *shrugs* BTW if my talking about my onanism is a problem, let me know. ...I won't stop or anything, but it's nice to know who I'm ticking off at any given moment.
So as I mentioned before I had a presentation this morning. I could've done so much better, but it's over now. No need in crying over spilled milk. I planned to do it on sexual stereotypes of black women, but somewhere along the road I made it sexual stereotypes of men and women period. Way too broad. WAY too broad. But she at least seemed pleased, so cool.
The queen of procrastination takes her throne again. I crammed for my music quiz in less than 2 hours, right before the class. I'd missed at least 3 key classes. He gave us the anwers afterwards and I got at least an 88, which is an A. Man, I need to bottle my skills up and sell them. It's a gift.
Last I got a call from someone I thought I may never heard from. Trea--- excuse me, Ron. He's rebuking his nickname now. It's so funny how things change. About 6.5-8 months ago I LIVED for calls from Ron. When I saw that number on my caller I.D., my heart skipped a beat. I got nervous, anxious and excited. This saturday I was talking to Chane and I get a beep. I look at my reciever, see Ron's number and the first thing I think is "wow. haven't heard from him in a minute." Then I think "oh brother. I have to temporarily delay my call with Chane." So I click over and we speak for a second. He asks if he can come over. I basically said I was too busy (which I kinda was) and his persistence which I once thought was endearing became annoying. Don't get the wrong idea though. I still think Trea--- Ron is an amazing person. And I'll always be grateful to him for all that he was and represented for me. He came into my life at a time when I needed to know decent men existed. But now I'm very much over him. Long before Chane came I was over him. And I need him to know that.