This semester has been kicking my ass. Teaching while working full-time and being a mommy is no joke. I have to admit, my mom tried to tell me. But I really wasn't trying to hear that. She'd probably calls herself a realist, but to me, sometimes she's a party-pooper, God love her. I prefer to look on the bright side of things. So I dived in, and I've been barely treading water every since. However, I've discovered my passion, and that makes it all worth it.
I've had some changes in my relationship status. I also ran into a boy whose conversation makes me hyper (See previous August post. Hmm, I'm wondering what else I should put out in the universe, lol.)That's fun. Whatever comes of it, at least it's a nice reminder that it's possible to vibe like that with someone. I need space to be my full self, with my full brain and my full personality and my full other stuff.
I'm planning on having some fun this weekend with friends. I'm in the mood to dance. I got my freakum dress ready. So Imma reach in the back of my clawset and get that out. (Shoutout to Bey's Houstonian accent.*)
*Note: The other week I went home, and I rented a cheap ass rinky-dink putt putt from Enter.Prise. However, the little automated cart did have XM radio, so it was all to the good. Anywhoo, I listened to the Foxx.hole quite a bit, and I love how they shout out the most random ass isht.*