thatgirlnikita

I love Lauren, even though she’s a silly little goose.

She originally was in charge of bringing drinks for our room, and brought in coke and cherry dr. pepper. Consequently, there is a box of cherry coke no one likes, and another of coke, left abandoned because she’d rather drink my ginger ale.

I, the hater of sharing, brought my own ginger ale, because I know this about Lauren, and because I knew she’s bring in something disgusting either way.

However, it really doesn’t bug me. After all, I understand. You see, she’s Jewish.

(Please note, this is a joke amongst us about Jews not being fans of Jesus, and not a emblem of festering Antisemitism rooted in the false assumption that all her people are stingy and have big noses.)

Walking home from Snelling last night, I heard screaming while crossing the overpass. And I didn’t do anything.

I don’t really know what the situation called for, action wise. For I know it could be a group of friends playing tag. Or a drunk person walking home.

Anything is really possible.

But I feel oddly guilty. Can you call the police without even seeing anything, or knowing really?

I guess all I can hope is that no one was hurt,that they weren’t muggers, and that today she’s going to class in tact.

My Intro to Acting class is so entirely different from any other class I’ve taken here.

Today we were given the “ha”. In an hour long exercise that started out with breathing exercises, ended with me acknowledging deep feelings I let fester below the surface without even realizing it.

I came out feeling so in tune with Nature; I almost felt high. In the same moment, I also felt in tune with myself. Emoting in the  raw instead of through the superior exterior the outside world determines is a glorious experience.

Maybe delving into every single step in the process seems tedious, but if you need to get in touch with some real, and really intense feelings, let me know and I’ll give you the step by step routine.

Trust me, it was amazing.

That’s all.

And just because I can, here’s a picture of a cake I want to make and eat. Nom Nom Nom.

When will the long weekend get here?

I didn’t get to fit in my extra special daily nap in today because I had to do something good. But then I did nap, and let my evening slip through my fingers.

Now I’m up, without any homework done, and sleepy too. Bad combination, although a familiar one.

Anyhoo. On to the more interesting side of life.

Okay, so Kristen and me have this wager of sorts between us regarding our non existent romantic lives. It has now come to my attention that I will clearly lose unless something impeccably convenient, and ridiculously fortunate, occurs.

It won’t.

Then again, my words are powerful.

It will. It will. It will.

There’s a stigma that follows ever student worker at Bolton. Secretly, I think that’s why I don’t quit. Instead of finding out the long way that people have prejudices about blue collar workers, I can see it in there eyes when I say I’m about to head to Bolton for my closing shift. It’s almost laughable; last week a guy I know for my church at home, coincidentally, was so shocked, he double-checked and then turned around to not associate himself with one of us. When people see me and ask “Omg, you work here?” I just want to say, “No. I just wear the hat, and the smock, and the gloves for fun.”

But that’s just a side note. This post was supposed to be about me. Yes, I’m full of enough crap that I think people should read about my life. I really do.

I have/had a cold this past week. I knew it wasn’t the worst virus around, but I did my best not to share it with my friends. And failed. Well, I don’t know for sure if I’m the sole culprit considering half my school has it already, but today Jasmine and Lauren are waking up with head congestion and other yuckiness. (With Jasmine, I’m sure it’s my fault considering we eat together on a regular basis. And with Lauren, I guess living together does that. But I also didn’t spend that much time with her this week, and stayed on my side of the room at all times knowing the possible consequences of not doing so. But all to no avail, she’s sick, skipping class, and upset with me. And I feel bad, but it could’ve technically been anyone’s fault.)

Btw, I was a freakin’ a-hole and went to work all week sick. Last thursday because it was a special, and they were practically begging more people to come in. If I, a scheduled worker, called in sick on a special, I probably would have lost my job.

Plus, I was posted on cereal and fruit and desserts table, meaning I touched no food whatsoever. And this week I only handles already dirty dishes about to be thoroughly sanitized. So the ethical line is a bit hazy, but go ahead and hate me for the slight chance that I made this school sick with the sniffles.

Blame me. It’s easier that way.

Ugh, I’m having trouble segway-ing into the real reason for this post, but I guess I’ll just have to keep that story for another day.

And finally, take a mental note not to let your kid work in a dining hall, but also not to judge those who do.

Lalalalalalala.

Nikita Joy had a good weekend.

Minus the massive headache and loads of hmwk.

She also has a new outlook on certain aspects of life.

In a matter of days, this blog will be updated regularly once again.

End of Story.

“Seven Blunders of the World”

1. Wealth without work

2. Pleasure without conscience

3. Knowledge without character

4. Commerce without morality

5. Science without humanity

6. Worship without sacrifice

7. Politics without principle

—Mahatma Gandhi

Yes, I said it before, but it’s seems even truer today. Things changed. Or more precisely change was supposed to happen, but they didn’t.

Last night, I walked home thinking about how last year a specific post I wrote about people at school was the wrong thing to do. Maybe I shouldn’t have jumped to judge. But tonight, I think I was right then. Things changed, but also just stayed the same. It just took a week to remember clearly.

I guess this just means I make some changes myself.

My life just got that much more intense.

I doubled my work hours, took a full load of classes, started the application process for Grady, and am soon to be a writer for Hands on Haiti, and also will try writing for Infusion magazine and the Red and Black.

It’s a different eperience being a second year versus first. Everything changes. From living on campus and going to dining halls only to find all lowerclassmen, to walking around already knowing professors and students and buildings.

I find that I know myself a little more this year, and I don’t have to be frightened of the size, capacity, and intensity of this university. I also realize that I am my own person, more so that in years prior.

Somehow, the feeling also leaves a strangle little emptiness. There’s something about getting older that kills. Maybe even literally. Isn’t that all getting old is right? One day closer to dying.

Wow, I didn’t mean to get depressing. No one needs that right now.

One week in. Fifteen More to go.

Take it in like an ordinary day. Or atleast that’s what I’m telling myself to do. I don’t want to be one of the people that need the perfect outfit for the first day of class. Be reasonable the first day, and reasonable for the rest of the year. Wearing a dress and nice shoes now, what happens later on in jeans, you look like your slumming.

I have my comfort classes today. English and Political Geography. So it’ll be a good day. Hopefully.

As the plan had it, today morning was set aside for working out. But when seven thirty rolled around, I hit the clock and rolled over myself. One thing at a time.

But considering I got to get up calmly, take a nice shower, blog, and then get ready without a time crunch, it paid off; atleast it did today.

I wish you all a great day.

My friend Jasmine is celebrating her 19th birthday today. In honor of her, I’m posting some of her artwork. Some sing, some write, she photographs.

After a busy week of celebrating mom’s 50th birthday, driving home from Chicago, packing up my life, and moving out, I am finally settled into school. Minus a list of things I forgot, its all here.

Going back to work was the worst. Five hours of cleaning and refilling a salad bar is pure torture. then taking the trash out of every canister in the building drove me insane.

How did I ever get through a semester of that. Note to self: find a new job asap.

Anyhow. It’s weird being back. But nice too. If there is one thing I ask God for this year is this, I don’t want to deal with sophomore slump, or any of the drama that took over last year.

Now it’s time to rest and take on a long day tomorrow. Mom’s coming upbecause I can’t live without my phone. And hopefully at&t can help me out. This whole phone doesn’t work in my room thing is not okay. No ands, ifs, or buts.

Goodnight world.

I apologize for the lack of blog posts lately. But I’m on vacation, and it’s a little hard to get myself focused enough to blog. So today I provide you with pictures for your entertainment.

Once I finally pulled myself out of non creative rut, I ended up only searching to deep inside me and don’t feel too inclined to post any of it.

My apologies, I hope these cheer you up.