Volume 1, Issue 76, July 14, 2010: What Do I Actually Want To Do When I'm Done Slaving For My Corrupt School

Even though I'm only a Junior, I'm counting down the days until I graduate(667 days bitches). I'm ride or die for 2012. I cannot wait. Once I graduate from school I know that theres no turning back. 


The first thing I want to do is: Get the fuck out of DC before 2013 and kiss all of these capitol hill douches goodbye. I really hate living in DC sometimes. I've been here all my life and I see nothing special or unique about it. I don't understand why DC has so many annoying tourist. Seriously, I'm a DC resident and the Capitol, the Monument, the Air and Space Museum and Pentagon Mall are nothing to get excited over and take annoying group pictures with. 


DC is a great city if you want to go into politics, history, or any type of analytical/logical/thinking sort of career path. DC is not for artistic freaks of nature such as my self. DC is very yuppie, serious and focused on the government. DC has no cool fabric stores, no places were someone can get custom clothes, barely any PR companies, no hot male models running around. Everyone is in the same boring grey/black/dark blue suit. 


It seems everyone around me thinks that I'm strange.Instead of taking the mundane pre-law/pre-med/political science economics track to Georgetown/UMD/UVA/George Mason/GW/VCU like my friends from high school did, I choose to go to Marymount University a small, private, Catholic university in Arlington, VA and major in the unthinkable: FASHION MERCHANDISING. 


I remember when I first told my UVA snob high school friends about my major choice and that I will not be going to UVA with them and they all looked as of I had become a card carrying member of the Westboro Baptist Church. Here were some of my friends actual reactions to my announcement:


"OMG, you're not going to make any money!"
"How are you going to be taken seriously?"
"Are you going to be on Project Runway?"
"Fashion is not important, you need to find something that you can contribute to society."
"I don't understand why anyone would go to school for something so stupid and superficial."


Did mention that I was accepted to UVA a month or two before them and these jealous assholes didn't believe me? I showed them my letters of acceptance, my award package, and even my fucking housing. These douches didn't even want to congratulate me.I guess that they were shocked that a lowly fashion merchandising major such as myself could ever get into UVA.


This is why I want to leave DC because attitudes like that. DC people have very little knowledge about the fashion industry and it's impact. When I say knowledge I mean: knowing about the fabrics names, fiber contents, the difference between Pret A Porter and Haute Couture, the names of all the people who were apart of Marie Antoinette's glam sqaud, the origins and history of fashion trends and styles. Shit like that. People in DC dress ok, nothing really special just 1980s rewinds and trashy overpriced hipster chic and boring generic faux preppy styles. I'm not impressed. People in DC think just because they dress up to the standards of these three genres of style that they are some sort of expert or scholar in fashion. 99% there people buying new clothes everyday and spending their book money on Urban Outfitters wouldn't know who  Charles Frederick Worth was and his amazing contributions to the world of fashion or Jackie Kennedy's favorite designer. 


I'm not trying to bash DC but I'm telling the honest truth. People here don't stand out fashion wise. We all shop at the same store and have the same stupid hairstyles. DC doesn't have a very prominent fashion industry and we don't have a fashion district. So what's the point of me staying in this one horse town? I'm hitting the road and moving where there is more action and creativity. Here are some places I thought about moving to:

-NYC: It's the center of the universe and it has the biggest and most well know fashion industry.
-Tokyo: NYC's Asian sister who is the most expensive city in the world. Japan aka the land of the rising sun,  is my favorite country in the world. I've always been in love with Japanese culture and fashion. It's really expensive so I'm unsure and plus I can't speak Japanese to save my life.
-Singapore: Its a very wealthy, diverse, and eco-friendly tiny Asian Island. It's a stones throw away from Japan, China, and India. Plus, get this, English is there official language.
-Hong Kong: I'm going next summer for my internships and a a couple of classes.
-Miami: It's consider the cleanest major city and the only subtropical major city in Mainland USA. I'm not sure about Miami because I would have to actually get a car to get around the city. But hey, it has a beach.
-Paris: One of the most beautiful cities in the world with also the one of the best cities for fashion.

As far as career paths I'm still indecisive. Here are some possible career choices:

Fashion PR-a fashion publicist helps both apparel companies and retail stores build a desired image to reach their target audience and then maintain it by a variety of creative promotions. They observe social, economic and political trends and decide what could ultimately have an effect on their client and make recommendations for a variety of media events that will put their client in a favorable light with their target audience.

Fashion Buyer- someone who decides what items will be stocked in a store, based on his or her predictions about what will be popular with shoppers. Retail buyers usually works closely with designers, and attend trade fairs and fashion shows to observe trends. They may work for large department stores, chain stores or smaller boutiques. Decisions about what to stock can greatly affect fashion businesses.


Wardrobe stylist-is the job title of someone who selects the clothing for published editorial features, print or television advertising campaigns, music videos, concert performances, and any public appearances made by celebrities, models or other public figures. Stylists are often part of a larger creative team assembled by the client, collaborating with the fashion designer, photographer/director,hair stylist and makeup artist to put together a particular look or theme for the specific project. A wardrobe stylist can also be referred to as a fashion stylist, fashion editor, or celebrity stylist.

Fashion journalism-is an umbrella term used to describe all aspects of published fashion media. It includes fashion writers, fashion critics or fashion reporters. The most obvious examples of fashion journalism are the fashion features in magazines and newspapers, but the term also includes books about fashion, fashion related reports on television as well as online fashion magazines, websites and blogs. Since pieces more often than not deal with "tendencies" and "trends", which are subjective by nature, and due to a sometimes tenuous relation with facts, the term "journalism" is used as a moniker, but does not carry the overall procedural and deontological aspects of professional journalism.

Volume 1, Issue 63, May 24, 2010: It's Been Too Long Baby!

Shit!!!! It's been forever since I last wrote an entry. I made a promise to myself to keep this blog going strong. So much has happened, it's been a month. I don't know where to start. Well here are some updates:

1) I'm A Junior Now!!!!!(Not officially, but I might as well be one. I'm only one credit short.)

I'm finally done with this train wreck of a Sophomore year. It was a really rocky and emotionally draining for my mental and emotional health, my finances, and just my social life. I had a lot of disappointments and WTF moments. I'm glad that all that bullshit is over and I can finally have some peace. Also I made this year my bitch! Academically, that is. Yeah, my grades and GPA improved and I passed all my classes with As and Bs. The challenge is going to be next Fall semester, I'm taking 18 credits and they are all 200-300 level courses. I'm very confident that I will kick ass and take names yet again.

2) I took a trip to the Virgin Islands!!!

I actually was asked by my mother to go with her for her b-day weekend after her sister and bestie couldn't make it. It was cool. It was my first actual time being on an airplane and traveling outside mainland U.S. The beaches were clear blue and the sand was pure white and the waves were soft and serene. I'll write a post on it later.

3) Hong Kong 2011

I plan to go travel to Hong Kong for my internship and independent study. My friends Nastacia is going to Shanghai this Summer for her classes and she told me about the program shes with and they have a Fashion and Public Relations option as well. I can't wait. I'm saving up money now, but I'm having a lot of trouble because I'm kinda unemployed. But I'll find something and I'm determined to make the money so I can go to China. Si se puede!!!!!

4) The Romantic Department

I had to swim through a sea of jerks, cheaters, douches and lames asses to get where I am today. I meet a very nice guy, he is very fine, he's foreign and we going to just live it up this summer. We just friends right now and I hope I can take it to the next level with him. I just had an awesome night with him last night at Dukem.

5) Summer Plans

I actually have a whole sort of bucket list for this summer. But I know that this summer I'm just gonna let my hair down and start enjoying my life again.

6) You Know Who You Are, I Won't Say You Name Because You Already Know What You Did.

 I'm also going to just tell more people to go fuck off. I'm just tired of people and their nonsense. If you don't want to be my friend or if you don't like me just tell me you don't like instead of smiling in my face and pretending give a shit about me. Honestly, I would rather have a few real friends than numerous fake friends. Why delete my posts on facebook, why not answer my calls or texts? If we were such good friends why are you ignoring me like I'm nobody? Good, I guess we're not cool anymore. You are full of shit and I thought you told me you would never hurt me. We have been friends for six years and it's so sad to see someone who I thought was real turn out to be a fake ass bitch. You changed and it's for the worst. I always cared about you and I would never do this to you. But this was obviously a one-way friendship.Congrats your a douchebag!

Volume 1, Issue 60, Friday, April 16, 2010: Pictures From Great Falls

I went Great Falls, VA a couple of weeks ago to get a little hiking, nature and some shells. Great Falls is located a couple of miles north of DC and there are two sides to the park, one side is for Virginia and the other side is for Maryland. The Potomac River is the great divider between the park. It's a really great park if you love exploring, hiking, and water rafting. There are also tons of snakes there, but most of them are not venomous. Snakes with venom are closer into the water and deeper inside the park. Most of the pictures were taken by Tenesa and Audrey and they are beautiful.

 

Volume 1, Issue 37, December 25, 2009: I Lied To Myself I Do Want A Man

Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope you're having a good one because I'm having a very blue one. Even thought I'm surronded by my family, I still feel pensive and melancholy. I feel so bad that I just used some unnecessary SAT words.

I know I've said before that I don't want a boyfriend at all and I wanted to remain single and just fuck around. I was lying to myself. Deep down all this time I realized that I really want a boyfriend badly. Even though 90% of my past relationships were horrible and many of them traumatizing, there is nothing worse than being single. Being single is like being on a rollercoaster ride, with many ups and downs and eventually I barf at the end of the ride. Basically, I'm trying to enjoy but at the end I'm always unhappy.

Don't get me wrong there are some definate pluses to being a single woman: 

1) Independance- You can go where ever you feel like, spend as much money as you want, its just basically all about you.

2) Girl Time-Having fun times with the girls this includes shopping, clubbing, and checking out the hotties. Its always great to have good friends around when you're feeling like a spinster at 19. Friends are always there when you are feeling like $2, they build you back up and make you feel like a $1,000,000 again.

3) Career/School- You'll get better grades in school, you might actually make the dean's list, you can focus on your career and all the long hours of sewing and getting yelled at from you boss. More money to spend on you.

4) No Strings Attached- You can stare any man up and down, have sex with anyone you please, go on numerous dates.

All of this sounds lovely but I tired to do the whole "I'm A Indepedance Woman Phase" but it just didn't work out for me. I thought I was a Samantha, but I'm a Charolette.

Ever since June of 2008 I've been a single woman. My ex was an abusive douchebag who made me feel like dog feces.  Just imagine someone beating the snot out of you for innocently speaking to your clearly gay friend. Someone having access to your facebook because they don't want you to talk to guys online. Having someone call you a bitch, slut, whore, fat, or the n-word as a term of endearment. Being with him was one of the worst times of my life, it took a while for me to leave him. As soon as the bastard talked about marrying me and having children I told him to fuck off and I never looked back.

 It felt so good to be free, I had started college and the future was bright for me.After maybe a couple months I started to get really lonely.I'm truly a serial monogamous, I'm used to being in one relationship after the next. This is the longest I've been single. I'm always used to having a guy there for me. Unforunately, I go to a university where the boy to girl ratio is every 7 girls to 3 guys, which equal a lot of lonely and horny bitches. Most of the guys at my school fall in 3 main categories: Taken, Gay, or Douche.

Taken-Has a girlfriend either on or off campus. Most likely will be really hot,nice, smart and talented. The good ones are always taken.

Gay: Might as well be considered a girl. There is no use for a woman trying to get with a straight guy.

Douche: Most of the male student body at my school. There are so many sub-categories of douche. The come in many manifestations. They can be basketball players, soccer players, preppy, lacrosse bros, club promoters, overtly religious, athesits, ghetto, the list goes on about the different types of dbags I run into and have fallen for at my school. Douches typically:
1) Want girls for only sex-A lot of the guys use the boy girl ratio as their playground. They basically have a choice of every type of female, black, white, asian, latina, big butt, blonde, big tits, red heads, goth chicks, so why commit to one? They want to tast all the colors of the rainbow.
2) The douche can also be taken and engage in activity number 1.
3) Play mind games with a girl by pretending that they actually like you or care for you and led you on to thinking that you are more than they see you as. They pretend to want a relationship, they say all the right things to get you liking them or loving them, But in the end, they only want to see you commit to the doggystyle position.

See? I can never win. I've tried meeting single men at school. I've tried talking with old guy friends from high school. I even tried meeting guys away from my school but it was just as bad. Same douche,different location and circumstances. Sometimes I feel like I've been cursed to never fall in love with someone or to never find my soulmate. I have to be the most unlucky person when it comes to men. Everytime I'm with a man, he always hurts me. Whether it's emotional or physical, I'm always the one with a broken heart in the end. What is wrong with me? Why can't a man ever love me and all 100% of me? All I've been is myself to these guys and they don't seem to like or love me for who I am. Why it that everytime I'm with a man all they want to do is try to break me apart and scatter around like a 1000 piece puzzle?

I know that I'm only 19 but I'm tired of waiting for that right person to come along when I need them and want them the most which is now.I miss having someone kiss my forehead, put their arms around me while I sleep, I miss hearing him breath and his heart beating. I miss that feeling of being in love and wanting to give everything and all for that special someone. I envy all of those lucky women with men around their arms. All the women who pride themselves and have a title wife, girlfriend, or fiancee. They have it so easy, they don't have to swim through a sea of losers and Dbags just to find someone to hold them, they have that special man on speed-dial, he is always ready and willing to do anything for her whether it's just buying her pads when she is on the rag, taking her to the place where they had their first kiss, reminding how beautiful she is everyday.

Volume 1, Issue 32, December 14, 2009: 2010 Better Be My Year To Shine

My Goals For 2010

I think that 2010 will be a great year for me. 2009 was very rough on me finanicially, spirtually, and emotionally. I want to put it all behind me. I have nothing but optimism and hope that next year I will be better, I'll try harder, I'll do things faster, and I'll be stronger.

1) Find a full-time job.

2) Save more money.

3) Get better grades/more scholarships.

4) Find a summer internship in NYC.

5) Become more healthier.

6) Do more sewing projects/ become better at garment construction.

7) Relax more.

8) Always have a Plan A-Z.

9) Improve clubs and organizations at my school.

10) Even when I'm down and out always remember that I can do it.

Volume 1, Issue 31, December 9, 2009: The Rotten Apple

      As you know already, I'm a fashion major and one of the best places to work in fashion is NYC. NYC is my favorite U.S. city. It has everything I like, millions of hot single people, 24 hour public transportation, costal, and lots of things to do. I want to move there after school and work their. But lately I've been hearing a lot bad reviews about the big apple. Like it's very expensive, its hard to survive there, over-crowded, it's dirty, etc.


I still want to move there. I don't really care for that other fashion cities in LA and Miami.


LA=I'm sorry I just find the people there very fake.


Miami=Same as LA, and I wouldn't want hurricanes coming to me all the time.


I find LA and Miami boring. But I like the weather better in those areas than I do in NYC. But the plus side of LA and Miami the houses/apartments are better and less expensive than NYC.


Average NYC Rent for a 1 bedroom apartment=$2,700
Average DC Rent for a 1 bedroom apartment=$1,100
Average LA Rent for a 1 bedroom apartment=$1,700
Average Miami Renet for a 1 bedroom apartment=$800-1,000


Wow that blows. I would be spending most of my money on rent. :(


That's why I'm doing my research before I even move there. I would want to live in the city. I wouldn't want to have to live in Long Island or New Jersey. I prefer Manhattan, than Brooklyn, than the Bronx, than Queens, and than Stanen Island.


Places in Manhattan that I'm considering:


-Washington Heights: This area has the largest population of Dominicans outside of the Dominican Republic. Cool I can catch up with my Spanish and get a nice and cheap place.


-Harlem: One of America's oldest and most famous Black neighborhoods. Home to the Apollo Theater, 106 & Park, and the Harlem Globetroteers. 


-Hamilton Heights-Close to Columbia

Volume 1, Issue 29, December 8, 2009: Since When Did Music Have A Race?

I don't think there is a genre of music I hate. If you look at all my Ipods, music lists, and Youtube playlists I have a bit of everything. Indian music? Check. Japanese music? Check. Metal? Check. Hip-hop? Check. If my ears like it and my souls feels it, its good music to me. I don't understand why people freak out or they are surprised when me a Black person is into other types of music besides Rap and R&B. For example, a friend of a friend was shocked when I was listening to a rock song. 

Girl: "Oh my god, you listen to this?"
Me: " Yeah"
Girl: "I thought you only liked rap music."
Me: "No, acutally rap music is probably my least favorite. I don't listen to it that much."
Girl: "Wow, I would never expect that from you."


Another instance of this, I was at home playing one of my favorite songs "Headstrong" by Trapt.


My Brother: "What are you listening to?"
Me: "Headstrong by Trapt."
My Brother: "You listen to that cracker music. You need to hang around Black people and play some black people music. You're so White sometimes"
Me: "Do you realize that Black people invented Rock & Roll? I prefer to hang around a diverse group of people and play whatever music I feel like." 
My Brother: HE GOT PWNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hah ha hah haha


Since when did the color of your skin determines what type of music that you listen to? I mean is there some law that prohibits Black people from listening to other types of music? No one ever judges White people for what they listen to. It's always a problem when you are Black and different. Even in the music industry. You barely see any Black rocker, punks, or goths in music. You either have to be a rapper(a bad one at that and only talk about stereotypical shit) or a R&B artist.I'm just tired of people always trying to put Black people in a box. No we don't all live in the ghetto or on welfare. No we don't always have children out of wedlock. No we don't always listen to Rap and R&B.

Volume 1, Issue 23, November 26, 2009: In A Very Festive Mood

I'm @ home right now with the fam enjoying my thanksgiving day. I helped my mommy cook a little. I can't help but notice that Christmas came weeks earlier. There are so many fucking Christmas commericals and sales already. It's Christmas on steroids this year and poor Thanksgiving is being stomped all over.

Anyways, I need to get back to doing my blog everyday. I miss writing all of my thoughts out. I applied for a blogger job @ my school. hopefully I will get it. It's $10 per hour and all I have to do is go to all the events at my school and than blog about them. Maybe that's what I should do. Find a blogger job.

Volume 1, Issue 21. November 18, 2009: NO I DIDN'T DIE

I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I haven't blogged in a while I've been so busy with school. Its almost finals time and I'm trying to finish all of my final papers and projects. This semester has gone by so quickly, so much crazy stuff has happened and it feels like it was so long ago. Despite it all, I'm feelings so much happier and so much confident. Even though I'm broke, even though I'm jobless I feel like $100 million right now. I'm looking foward to the Thanksgiving this year not just for the food but to see my family and relax and actually get some sleep. The only thing that's bothering me now is that when I registered for classes my Survey of Fashion class is full. I would have to wait till someone drops. I might have to bribe someone with a pair of Jimmy Choos to drop the course.

Volume 1, Issue 20, November 5, 2009: Courses for Next Semester

         I talked to my advisor on Tuesday and I picked out some courses that I'm going to take for next semseter. I asked her if I was behind and she was no your fine Currently I have only 30 credits by the end of this semest I will have 45 and by the end of next semester I'll have 60 credits. I'm thinking about taking a course or two in the Summer.

My Course List( hopefully)

AA 361- The Survery of Fashion
AA 274- Fashion Industry and It's Promotion
AA 270- Clothing Analysis
MKT 301- The Principles of Marketing
MKT 308- Retailing
PSY 210- Human Growth & Development

Volume 1, Issue 19, November 1, 2009: The Halloween That Almost Wasn't

October 30, 2009

Well, I haven't posted anything for the last couple of days. I've been missing my blog, so here it goes. Well Friday was my friend Kelly's Bday. While I was making my stash for my costume( I didn't go as a present I ended up being "Miss Dominican Republic 2009, I'll explain later, sigh) I decided to make a card and the first thing that came to my mind was an envolope( i don't know, I have a weird thought process). I got some ppl to sign it for Kells and we suprised her @ midnight in the lounge. Check out the pic of me floating in mid-air at the surprise party.

So on that very day, I attened and particpared in Halloween Fest at my school. It's basically a event that my school does every year for some of the local children who are in less fortunate siuations. Each student organization has a table that has an activity for the children. They can range from bowling, puzzles, jewelry making, coloring, or even taking pictures. I enjoyed it I saw some interesting costumes and I ate a lot of food that day.

Later on that night, Kelly and some of my other friends decided to go to PF Changs for her b-day. I wanted to go but I'm a broke bitch. So me and my roomate( or former) Nastacia decided to go to a Frat Party at American University with some other chicks from our school.

The person leading this expedtion didn't even know where we were going. We walked from Tenleytown Station all the way to the house, which was way down Connetitcut Ave. We were also accompained by two Marines. One was dressed as the Shamwow Guy and the other was dressed as Bono. The Bono guy was hot, he is the reason why I like Marines.

So we get there eventually and when we walk inside the house, the overwhelimg smell of beer, cigarettes, weeds, and possibly cocaine fogged up my glasses immediately. So I took of my glasses because I couldn't see. This Frat house was overcroweded, beer keep dripping on me and the toliets were all flooded. So we left and some of the chicks that we were with we a little tipsy, Nastacia and I didn't touch anything. I was a proud graduate of DARE. We walked passed these two guys and one of them starts a convo with the girl and they ended up going to another Frat house. Me and Nas went home.

October 31, 2009

I woke up and still smelled like a Frat house I took a shower ate some breakfast and I decided to go the swim meet at my school. It was probably a big mistake on my part, I got my feelings hurt( it's why I didn't dress as a present, I'll explain later : ( ! )

After the swim meet I just went off did some work than I ate some dinner and a couple of my friends went out to G-town to watch Zombieland and to look at some of the crazy costumes.

This is all I'm going to say now about this. Even though I had a wonderful night the thing that I said that I was going to explain later keeps bothering me and it made me cry a little.

Volume 1, Issue 9 October 15, 2009: You Better Work Bitch! Whoring Myself Out Of Brokeness!

In this recession I myself have been falling on hard times. I never been or felt so broke in my life. I guess this is what being an a adult is; being unhappy and broke. I'm so broke my pockets can't even afford to keep lint in them. I have a job, I got it during the summer. I work at a beauty supply store in Oxon Hill. It's alright, I worked full-time hours in the summer and I make about $140 each week. Now I'm barely working because of my hectic school schedule and plus the long commute to Oxon Hill to Arlington and than back to mi casa in the slums of Anacoastia/Congress Heights. I desperately need a new job, something that is closer to both my house and school and something that doesn't require dealing with short-tempered ghetto ass bitches. In the mean time, I shall whore myself through this blog and through my current job. 

Volume 1, Issue 7 October 13, 2009: I Have Come To Realize That I'm Probably Not Going To Marry Within My Culture Or Race

I always been interested in all types of men. Race isn't a factor or a huge deal breaker for me. I remember when I was little my first crush was a on a White guy and I remember having celeb crushes on NSYNC, The Backstreet Boys, and Leonardo DiCapro(mmmm he looked so smexy in Titanic). I haven't been with a Black guy in over 3-4 years. It's not that I'm not attracted to Black guys or that I don't like them, it just that I've become attracted to other types of guys more so than Black guys.

Another thing is, I find that maybe I intimidate a lot of Black men, because I have natural hair; it's very kinky and I often wear it in a fro. I get a lot of weird and sometimes rude and offensive comments from Black people( mostly Black guys) about my hair. I remember when I wore my afro out last winter. I was with my friends going out on the metro and a Black guy had looked at me strange and he was like "Damn, she taking it way back." Here are some  other comments I have gotten:

- *A guy raises his fist at me* "I'm down for the struggle with you my African queen!"
-" What are you doing to you hair?"
-" Are you going go out like that?"
-"You used to look god with you relaxer."
-"Are you in the Nation or the Panthers now?"
-"Those days are over, no one in that Black power crap anymore."
-"You look like an African booty-stracther."

I've notice with other races of people I always get compliments. When I was with a white guy( see my post Turning Off The Fan So Shit Won't Hit It) he really liked my hair natural. I don't know why this is but the only thing I can say about this is a quote from a good friend of mine, "The exotic is the erotic." Love who you want to love.

Volume 1, Issue 6 October 13, 2009: My Fro Fiasco.

Took out my braids last Friday with the help of my friends( thank you!) and For a couple of days my hair was in its kinky state. My mother was telling me that I should press out my hair to make it manageble so that I can comb out my tangles easier and also so that my afro could be blown out and look more full. So last night, my mom pressed out my hair and it took 2+ hours. My hair was still slighty kinky but it was a little bit more straighter. I was going to wear my afro out today, but when I woke up saw a disaster. My hair seemed to have gotten kinkier overnight; different parts of it were straight and some parts were kinker. Ugh!!!! I threw a fit. I had called my mom and told her and she was at work. Luckliy, I have some lacefronts lying around my house. I needed to go to school and I didn't have a lot of time so I put one on. I've gotten a lot of compliements on my lacefront today but I would have much rather have worn my own hair. Well it looks like I have to go to a Dominican salon anyways, because my hair needs to be managed and the Dominicanas do the baddest rollersets, blowouts and hair striaghting without relaxers.

Volume 1, Issue 2 October 12, 2009: My Life Goals( My Mommy Told Me To Write Them Down)

Ok, since I've been in my current state of mind which is a Shitfest and mixed with a Mindfuck. My mom asked me about my goals for life and she told me to write them down.

-Design clothes for fashion shows @ my university.(goal in progress)
-Get an internship for my junoir or senoir year.(goal in progess)
-Save and make more money for traveling/shopping/for my first place.
-Graduate from university.(goal in process, 90 more credits to go)
-Move away from the slums of DC, preferablly to London, Tokyo, or NYC.
-Become a buyer or visual merchandiser for a couple of years.
-Become an asisstant stylist for photo shoots, fashion shows, or celebrities.
-Write a book about my sad and horrible childhood.
-Travel to as many countries as possible.
-Find my prince charming, who won't give many any bullshit and live happily ever after in Manhattan.
-Pop out babies or get my tubes tied.( this one is a maybe)
-Buy an nice herve ledger dress for my big Caribbean booty and tetas.

Volume 1, Issue 1 October 11, 2009: Turning Off The Fan So Shit Won't Hit It!

Shit, Where do I begin? Well for starters, my name is Charlyndria Ayita Elaura Horton. Yeah, that's a mouthful, and I'm having the most craptacular semester in college ever. I'll explain later, right now I'll give you a little bit more background info of yours truly.


 I was born and raised in DC. DC stands for Don't Come To The Most Fucking Boring City on Earth. I'm the middle child out of 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls. I'm currently enrolled in my thrid semester of college and I'm a Sophmore. I'm a Fashion Merchandising major with a minor in Fashion Design. I have high hopes and dreams of becoming a buyer, stylist, and a fashion show coordinatior. I'm trying to work hard at school and as many DC fashion events to get my feet wet and eventually dive into the world of fashion until it consumes me with all of its Chanel, Hermes, Herve Ledger, Escada,Kevin Hall, and Versace.


Now for why I'm currently frustrated. Firstly, I've been having problems with my financial aid at school. I had to commute to my college campus and cancel my housing so that I wouldn't owe my university money. I hate commuting in DC. I don't drive or own a car and I have to rely on the constant failure called the DC Metro System. It sucks moving into to your dorm and than having to move out in the middle of the semester, after you decorated your whole room and farted on your matress. Secondly, I feel like I'm not shining as well as I can in school. I study, do my homework and read from PM to AM and I feel like I'm turning average grades. I want to get my GPA up this semester so I can get some new scholarships so I can pay for this $30,000+ education.


Thirdly and lastly, I am tired of dealing with all men who are douchebags, tools, homothugs, and all around assholes. Last semester, I had a sort of kinda budding romance( at least I thought it was) with a male friend ( I thought we were friends) of mine. We knew each other for a couple of months as freshman and during the last few weeks of the Spring 2009 semester, we got a little frisky. Nothing spectacular like sex happened,it was mostly making out and telling me lies and bullshit about "wanting to start something with me." I can't believe I fell for this shit. So when we were about to go home for the Summer Mr.Douchebag Mctool took me out for sushi and pretended like he liked me.


We exchanged addresses and house numbers and he told me to call him when I got home. I called him and he never answered, for 3 months. He disappeared off the face of the Earth; he deleted his fb and his phone was "disconnected". Fast forward to August 2009,when we got back to school, I saw him a couple of times and I said hi and he didn't say anything back at me. One day, I saw him eating in the cafeteria by himself and we started to talk. He was telling me about all this bullshit that happened to him in the Summer. Guess what this fool tells me, his ass went to Egypt/ Isreal to see some pyramids and shit. After that he and his buddies look at me all funny now and he doesn't even talk to me anymore. I see him all the time and he never wants to hang out with me.Seriously what the crap? I guess he doesn't "want to start something with me."


Why can't people be straight up nowadays? If he wanted just sex, why didn't he say so in the first place? I would have probably taken his offer for sex. But he lead me on thinking that we were friends and that I was important to him and that he wanted a real relationship with me. SMDH! Honesty is truely the best policy people.


This is just my crazy ass life so far. I'm trying to build my confidence back up right now. I got to get throught this shitfest and come out shining like a Chinese Gold Medalist.