So, the last time I wrote a post, I was excited about shirking my “adult” responsibilities and contemplating the idea of going back to Aruba. Three months later, thankfully, I still have no responsibilities but, unfortunately, I haven’t been back to Aruba. A lot has happened in the past three months. I hope I can fit all the juicy details into one post. We’ll see.
In August, I bought an annual pass to the Disney water parks. I was kind of surprised the price was so low, only 100 bucks. If you don’t already know, everything is expensive at Disney, so this was nice. My first trip was with my Aunt, Uncle, and 2 little cousins. I love anything that involves water, so I had a great time (minus one thing). My Uncle is not my favorite person on the planet. In fact, I’ll just be honest; I don’t like him at all and most times I try to avoid being around him at all costs. But I love my Aunt and little cousins, so I sacrificed a little to spend time with them because I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like. My second trip was with my bf and a family friend, Grant. To give you a little background, my Mom loves kids and since she was only able to have one, she takes in other kids when they need help. Grant is one of those kids. He lived in my hometown, St. Augustine, with his mother until she decided to move to Philadelphia to further her career. However, she didn’t want to uproot him from the school he was attending because he’s autistic. My mom volunteered to allow him to live with us until school ended. A few months turned into almost two years, so now he’s like family. Now, he’s thirteen and hitting the age where he likes girls. Unfortunately, I’m one of those girls, so this trip was uncomfortable. I think it’s hard to explain these sort of things to children in general, so explaining it to an autistic child wasn’t a piece of cake. I’m really glad I’ve decided not to have any. I didn’t like explaining why his feelings were inappropriate; I can’t imagine having to explain something worse like sex to my own kids. Yet, another responsibility averted. Score: Me – 2 Adult Responsibilities – 0 GO ME!!!
There is one responsibility, however, that I’ve recently acquired, of which I’m rather proud. One year before I graduated from college, my parents bought me a Honda Accord Coupe. It’s black with black leather interior and a 6-speed manual transmission. I love it. I also love that it’s completely paid for. It’s awesome. My parents made the payments for the first two years and I made the payments thereafter. I made the last one in March of last year. But, I never got around to transferring the title. When I decided against buying the house, I still wanted to own something, so I transferred the title and ta-da, I’m a car owner.
I’m still working on my “secret” project. However, it’s not so “secret” anymore. I entered a contest to win a ticket for Demo Fall and I won. Demo is an event where companies pitch their ideas to an audience of investors and potential customers. It’s a great promotional and networking platform. I attended as the founder of Gibzi, a retail transaction platform that allows you to make in-store purchases with your cell phone (i.e. secret project). I made a lot of contacts and even spoke with an angel investor who seemed interested in my idea. One session I really enjoyed was the serial entrepreneur panel discussion. Basically, about 10 people talked about how they built and made successful not one but multiple companies. It was informative and inspiring. Overall, it was a wonderful opportunity and a great trip. I hope to attend the next event in the Spring.
That was in September. This month, I attended my 10 year class reunion. I can’t believe it’s already been 10 years since I graduated from high school. It was great to see all my old friends and pictures of their kids who seemed to look just like them. They were so cute. It was also really cool to see how many high school sweethearts actually stayed together. My favorite part though, was seeing all the people who disliked me in high school. First, let me preface the following by saying, I was and still am completely open to the idea of letting bygones be bygones. However, I knew that they wouldn’t be open to such things. Blunt background info: I was liked by all the boys and all the white girls. All the black girls disliked me except for 4. And no, I did not bring this on myself. It was more so just the fact that I was cute with long hair, had enough self esteem not to f*%$ every man in sight, and their boyfriends liked me. So, to prepare for the reunion, I dieted, worked out, and bought a new dress, ( a little black number, as they say). I looked awesome. The “haters” as I call them were all fat and looked as though this was our 20 year class reunion instead of 10. The haters even tried to heckle me from a corner by shouting things like, “Don’t take her phone number” and “Don’t talk to her.” What they fail to realize is that, I no longer care what they think. I actually like the attention they give me and the jealousy they exude. I know it’s sad to say but that is what I was looking forward to most. Well done haters. Thank you for a wonderful evening.
That’s it. You’re caught up. I’d like to say that this hiatus will be the last, but I won’t lie to you. I’ll just leave you with, “I’m trying.”
“What’s going on?”, you ask October 27, 2009
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