Love, and other near death experiences. As told by Becca.

Dear creepy black man who goes to the library,

 

I do not appreciate your awkward advances toward me.  I can understand your curiosity about my ethnic background, considering that I'm used to that.  I can understand your curiosity about whether or not my Daddy is a doctor, because there's only like... 3 Indian families where I live.  What I do not understand is your curiosity about whether or not I have a boyfriend, and what my boyfriend's ethnic background is. Especially considering that you're probably my Dad's age.

 

--Girl who refuses to tell you her name

 

 

On another side note.

 

Remember, remember the 5th of November...

Hot damn, today is one of those days when  you catch up on homework, and listen to some chill music. 

:'( I'm never putting my homework off to the last minute again.  I've got 4 sections of Math homework to do, a take home test, and I've got to study for a bunch of classes.

Take some time off to listen to this though, you won't regret it.

I love seeing all of the Reunion activity in the "Latest Comment" section.

 

Today while driving home from school I told my boyfriend that I can't see myself getting old, and becoming an adult.  Thus causing me to believe that I will die an early death. I really don't think I'll live long enough to get married or have children.  Calm down, I'm not suicidal or anything.  I just can't imagine being around, settling down, getting old enough, to do these things.

 

Lately I've been having to explain my course of attack towards the next few years of life to many different people. It makes me feel bad because I've been lying to all of them.  Who knows if I actually will "finish getting my AA at Community College, go to the University of South Florida in Tampa, and major in radiology".  To be honest I can't see myself being around to even finish that. 

 

People tell me to take it a day at a time. 

 

I just can't seem to do that anymore.