My dad came home today and told me that I am black now -- or I will be in South Africa. My sister (on SKYPE) and I were like.. "Srsly wtf?!". It's here.

Great! Here's to LiL Wayne and ME!!!

You waited this long to stop debating/ Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating.

This is a good substantial post.

Dear World,

Grace Young is in the job market. Sunglassses hut is cool. I would like a pair of fancy ones for myself, my mama, my sister, my daddy, and skeven ma. Also, it was neat that you went to Wachovia today and talked with the lady there and she nicely offered you a maybe job if you email her your resume. Only, she gave you the wrong email and you do not bank there.

I hope to go to Irvine tomorrow. I want to watch people dance all night and join in. Also, I need to get stuff done. Also. I am going to bike to Snakey Jakes home now to give him a list of places that are hiring.

It feels nice that you ate okay today. Alrighy roo. That's all buddies.

-Grace Young

(PS: I am aware that when I have nothing real to write, everything sounds really dumb. PEACE!)

I am sitting on my bed alone in this new apartment. One of the little girls who lives down stairs is yelling for her mom is come because she just pooped. I love it. It's always really strange to come back to a place that you only have known with someone else. I moved in, and less than two hours later Steven Ma was here with me. And now coming back, after finally figuring out how to take the dang bus, to a completely quiet apartment makes me feel unreal. On the plus side, it feels a lot better than living on pins and needles on campus. I'd rather brave a twenty minute bus ride that comes once an hour than walk to some place I can no longer call warm. I can not call my home. This place is ready though. It's brimming with love. Or maybe that is all that I have known here so far, and all that is left behind.

I might make a huge post about my one year weekend. Maybe. Probably not.

But on the plus side, I think her mom finally went over to see it.

"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees." -Emilio Zapata

Life is hard. Grace Young is tired. Grace Young feels alive. I have a lot of papers to write. I spent like, two hours on my Chinese project. Yes. I'm writing now. AFSCME is difficult. I am mixed up about the workers no longer going on strike. I don't think the word disappointment cuts it, because that is selfish and it is about them. I can't help being selfish. I am sleepy. I just feel like I lied to a bunch of students in class room announcements. Like a stole their information for pledge cards and am hoarding them in Ton's backpack. But it is good. I like having a co-intern. I expect that is what it is like to have a co-chair. I just like productivity. I like productive people and healthy eating.

I drew this a while ago, but it's perfectly fitting considering my morning. Woke up at 7, went driving in my car to practice. Brought my grandma to get her blood drawn. Went to eat a Chinese breakfast (totally delicious!). Came back home and took a small nap. Got up and went to the dentist where I proceeded to get my wisdom teeth yanked.



Since then I have been chillin.

So I have been significantly signed out. That and I have been trying to get things together. Between EAP stuff and essays, I haven't had a lot of time off. That, and I have been developing the habit of watching TV. I really like this show Chowder on Cartoon Network, but I don't really get to watch it. It's always on when I have class, or meetings, but when I do I am really excited.

I also watched about two and a half hours of the Real World: Hollywood. While I am very disgusted in myself, I have been thinking that I totally want to go on that show. I would like to go on. Just for the kicks. Maybe. It's just so totally devastatingly disgusting-- I love it.

Aside from that stuff, Jesse and I did the official officer transition stuff. I'm done with it. Well, in the sense that I will no longer be on board. It's freeing.

Okay, so I am going home now. I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow. I am almost a hundred percent sure. But then again, we could have another crazy dentist mishap. Pray no. These babies need to leave!

Peace.

I have five minutes left in the space that I allotted myself.

What is the point in being an English Major? Okay, that totally rhetorical. I should be studying a trade. Not how to write B+ papers. I know that English grades are completely arbitrary, but I simply cannot mentally define what a good paper is. I don't know what a good sentence is. This is made clear by my totally un-flowy blurbish shlupt.

Ugh. It was totally worth it though. My voice is heading out the door on a hoarse (ha ha ha) because I chose to heal my soul for the past few days. It's hard to juggle so much, but I know that humans are so fucking resilient and don't you forget it.

Okay. So I totally do not make sense right now. I just wanted to check in. YO!!!!!!

Ages and ages ago, there was a time when darkness, as a concept, was not evil. Darkness was the night, the soil, the strongest trees, the womb. Mysterious but nourishing, alive, full of power. White was for death and sickness. Thousands of years later, civilization, slavery, societal hierarchies, xenophobia, fear of disease and ignorance have flipped the script, so to speak.

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