Sweet Serenity

:-)

On some days i really hate my job and dred coming to it. On other days i like my job because it's real chill and most of the time i end up doing what i want to do. I can never seem to come up with a straight answer for this question but here it is; would you rather do what you love and get paid little for it, or hate what you do and get paid great for it??

Well you have enough drive to pull it through [with whatever you decide to do]. Rayski you don't know how much those words helped me make my decision. Thank you and i love you much

MIMS

Music is NOT my saviour but there is just something about it that works for me. For every mood/emotion i'm feeling, there is a song that describes it perfectly, gets me through it, and even gives me alternatives. It's just real. I love jazz, old school, rock, country, gospel, new school, up and coming, and definitely underground. Eclectic, that's it!!!


moving on...
It's spring break and i'm working everyday of it. I work for LAUSD and almost every other popular site is blocked so there isn't much i can do to kill time. I used to know the codes to bypass the blocks back in h.s but i don't remember them anymore. So what do i do to kill time? Apart from listening to my talkative co-worker, i watch movies and get hip to more new music. While you're busy sleeping, i'm busy making $$. Holla at your guala (wth is a guala?)

For some reason I can't see myself or my life playing out in Cali. Cali just isn't the place for me. I've been saying that I'm getting out of cali for a while now, since high school for that matter, and the more I travel, the more I look forward to a new path. And right now, the east coast is most likely where I'm headed, for my masters and who knows what will follow thereafter.

sidebar:: i love the show Harlem Heights. Not so much the drama but more so the concept of it being about African American college graduates making a way for themselves. It soo much better than the crap they call Baldwin Hills, womp!!

Dreams are real

I had a dream that you were doing okay. Your hair had even grown out and it looked like you had curls. We hugged and we cried together. I told you about everything that has been going on since your passing. Someone asked you if you knew who your killer was and you said no. In my dream, i wanted to be by your side and be your comforter i didn't want you to leave us -this world, again. I told you how much myself and everyone loved you and you said "i know." You asked about how your friends and family were doing and i told you that they were doing much better than before. You asked about Kyle and when i told you that he took it very hard you started crying again. Then you mentioned someone else but i didn't know the person. You looked around for your mom, but i don't remember if you found her. I told you about how we were at the Sigma party and Nez was giving you a shout out throughout the night and how me, Tuck, and Lavelle 2-stepped to a song that Nez had dedicated to you. You were even wearing the red jacket that i last saw you with on the night you died. Some girl asked you were you had been for a year, she didn't know. You kept reassuring me that you were doing fine. And i believe it.

That dream felt so real.