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Two days later, he buzzed her over the intercom.  They took the subway to a restaurant that he had been visiting since his childhood.  La Caridad means charity in Spanish, but the food was delicious. The small dining room was filled with families and college students, all laughing and enjoying their Cuban-Chinese meals.  She decided he would have to take Batia there for next week's girl's night.  

As the conversation deepened, she realized how different they were.  

"So what about your family.  They must be liberal enough, if you're on a date with a black guy."

"Actually, I grew up in the suburbs, in Jersey.  And I'm not planning on telling them quite yet.  

"Oh. Well, if anything, I'm pretty good with secrets.  My parents never knew that I dropped out of the Seventh Day Adventist HBCU that they sent me to." He laughed.  "Any rebellious nature in there?" He nodded at her.

"No, not really.  I mean, there was a time when I didn't want to go back to college-I didn't have any friends; it was horrible.  I took the bus all the way home (it was a 6 hour bus ride, which I had never taken before) alone, without even telling them I was coming.  I even crossed the 6 lane highway to get to my street- but they convinced me that it would work out and eventually I met some great people."

"Wow, so a Jewish girl, who likes adventure," he said. "This could work."  


I hope you're right, she thought, as she took a sip of her Diet Coke.  

She was one the phone when he knocked on her wall a few weeks later. She looked up, surprised to see him standing in the doorway of her cubicle.   

"Oh, um, can I call you back, Pierre? Someone just walked in.  Ok, I will. Right.  Thanks. Bye."  Her eyes narrowed. "How did you-"

"I just asked. There aren't too many women working in this department."

"Of course." She felt the blooding flooding her cheeks.  She was attracted to him and he was well aware.

"I would love to take you to dinner, when you have some free time. I know a great place that's right around here." He waited for her response.

"Sure.  I mean, yes.  That would be great." She made a mental note to work on her nervousness in the meantime.    

This was the view from inside the prison. This was my jail cell. Well not mine, I guess - I was rather small and my roommate technically claimed it as his. Not many people know this about me, but last summer I was in jail for about a month and a half for allegedly killing a prostitute I picked up after an especially lonely night. However, I was able to spew some legal BS about the constitution and they let me off the hook. 

Nate had a chip on his shoulder that was big enough to feed Cambodia. The things is, he never could fit into light skinned girls quotas. His sneakers never fit and his knees needed a lot of lotion. All this before he even knew the significance of a comb. His immigrant parent made him feel as though he was a step kid. His dark skinned didn't allow him to fit in with the light skins. The way he saw it, the lighter their skin, they better that they're life was. So he did what any kid in position would do, he resented them as they resented him. When he happened to find a light skin girl that was interested in him, he cheated on her. Her name was Chantel. Nate was just 17 at the time. He'd figure that he should hurt he because she would evidently hurt him along with all the other women with light skinned features. Never would he let a light skinned girl hurt him. That whys he stroked first because the first cut is deep. 

I hope that what my sis Amira told me yesterday is true! (To be continued)

From a dark skinned girl, to a light skinned boy. Shades doesn't matter because its the heart that makes the lover. Girl you so beautiful. You could be honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, dark skinned, pecan, or even licorice. It doesn't matter girl, your so beautiful.

Last night was a rough night, but today was a great day. 

So today I sat in on Mr. Chase's food class, and I really loved it. It reminded me a lot of the Food course we took in Science in Society. It made me think about a lot, and once again I seriously thought about becoming a vegetarian. In the end though beef one, as always. Anyway, Ms. Thompson's husband is very interesting and is pretty passionate about his life style choice. As of now, becoming a Vegetarian or Vegan is impossible, but in the future there is a great possibility that I will. I feel as though when I am older I will have more control over what I have in my house making it it easier for me. But for now, it's totally out of the question.

Almost every episode of Criminal Minds begins and ends with a quote...

"Before you go and criticize the younger generation, just remember who raised them" —Unknown Author

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." -Joseph Conrad

"The healthy man does not torture others. Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers."-Carl Jung

"A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses. It is an idea that possesses the mind."-Robert Oxton Bolton

" I respect faith, but doubt is what gets you an education" -Wilson Mizner

"It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it."-John Wooden

She did, in fact, see him shortly after.  Once again, the copier had broken down (it was clearly time to buy a new one).  She was on the phone when he knocked on her wall.  Her eyes darted to him, surprised that he knew what cubicle she lived in.  

"Wow, uh, can I call you back, Pierre? Someone just walked in.  Thanks. Ok, I will.  Bye." She took a deep breath. "How did.."

"I just asked," he replied. "There aren't too many women in this department."

"Right.  Of course." She could feel the blood rush to her face.  She was attracted to him and he knew it.  

"I'd love to take you out." He smiled as his eyes oozed confidence.  

"Ok" was all she could muster.  

Have you ever had one of those days where your not happy but you aren't sad your just ok? Well, today was that day for me. Nothing great happened and nothing pissed me off. I felt "eh". I know that's not word but that's the only way I can describe it. But there are always moments unexpected moments to be exact that take you out of that funk. From a cute baby looking at you in awe to having a good laugh in drama class. So today was *sigh* day but I know where to go to let that *sigh* dissipate at least for a little while. :)

I wanted to live in Japan.

I watched myself walk through the past,

I looked down every road and path.

And I lost some hope along the way.

But everything fell into place.

I dreamt I was running far ahead,

Escaping an unfamiliar space,

Giving myself some time to breathe,

And everything fell into place.

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

So very far from the ordinary,

Nothing less than extraordinary,

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

 

I built up a wall around my soul,

Kept out all of the demons I don’t know.

Confided in only just a face.

But everything fell into place.

 

I gave up all my pain and fear,

Followed the signs that lead me here.

And when I woke up once again,

Everything fell into place.

 

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

So very far from the ordinary,

Nothing less than extraordinary,

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

 

I have all I could ever want now.

I have all I could ever imagine now.

Four years fade so fast,

But in the end,

It’s all worth it.

 

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

So very far from the ordinary,

Nothing less than extraordinary,

I am not who you think I am,

I am more than that, more than that.

 

The still life drawings were just like the others just having to keep looking at the object. Then draw what you see not with your memory. But I didn't get why we had to draw see through still life's. They were easy to do the I think I did pretty okay. Then Alexis helped me with giving the drawing definitions to make mt last drawing look more defined.

I have a few "best friends". I have two very best friends, one guy friend and one girl friend. Everyone knows that Beth is my chick best friend and I think that most people can guess why. But this story isn't about my girl best friend, it's about my boy best friend.
I used to date a boy named Mike. He was a sweetheart, but an obnoxious flirt and he sucked at helping people out with their problems because he was far too blunt sometimes. We fought, like most couples do, but we really cared about each other. Apparently he didn't care white as much as I did, or in the same way that I did. He broke up with me and I walked away broken-hearted, shit happens.
For a few months after the break up things were hostile. We got into more fights after our break up then we did in our relationship, but we could never just give up. We worked our asses off to talk to each other and to be friends and we eventually accomplished it.
And now, we love each other maybe more than we ever did. He truly became my best friend. Whenever I need someone to talk to I go to him and he never knows what to say and we get into huge fights because we both have a temper and know how to get under each other's skin. But… We always go running back, every time. I know that he tells me what I need to hear, even if I don't like it. And he knows that i love him and I can get a tad bit emotional. You've never seen two people more like a married couple.
The only problem with this scenario is that I really haven't loved any of my friends as much as I love Mike, I've never cared about a friend like this at all. And everyday I sit here and talk to him and pretend that everything is okay because at the end of the day I'd rather have him as my friend than nothing at all. And everyday he talks to me and hugs me and sends me poems, never knowing the truth. And I can't bring myself to tell him, I can barely admit it to myself.

You know what I rediscovered? Coloring books. They are awesome. All my childhood fun has come rushing back to me. I got two coloring books for my birthday along with a pack of colored pencils. I was home last night coloring in my fairy coloring book and was having a blast. I get such a fulfillment from coloring inside the lines. It's great now because I can easily stay within the lines, but when I was younger it was hard for me to meet this fulfillment because I was quite uncoordinated with coloring (like many kids are).

You know what I rediscovered? Coloring books. They are awesome. All my childhood fun has come rushing back to me. I got two coloring books for my birthday along with a pack of colored pencils. I was home last night coloring in my fairy coloring book and was having a blast. I get such a fulfillment from coloring inside the lines. It's great now because I can easily stay within the lines, but when I was younger it was hard for me to meet this fulfillment because I was quite uncoordinated with coloring (like many kids are).

My family is extremely diverse - to the point where, if you were walking by, you would probably mistake it for a group of strangers congregating in the park, rather than a family picnic. These are my cousins Sydney and Cameron, who, despite our physical differences, we are related.

Water plants are really really..........well you know the rest.

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