Is it just me, or does it seem as if time is just buzzin’ by? The past 8 weeks, time seemed to be moving along at a moderate pace, which caused everything to feel normal. But this past week, it’s felt as if everything has been running on hyper speed. Maybe I’m feeling this way because of the monotony of my daily routine.
I’ve also felt as if the days are getting shorter. It feels like as soon as I get to work, it’s time to head out to lunch. Maybe I’m feelin this way because Summer is finally winding down. Who knows?
Random Thought of the Moment: “I really need to start doing some laundry when I get back to the house today.”
Hello. My name is brran1, and I’m a chronic texter.
On average, I send about 2000 text messages a month, and I recieve around the same amount if not more. Having a SideKick (or any phone with a QWERTY keyboard for that matter) makes it 10 Billion times easier to send messages. And in my opinion, it’s an easier option versus holding a hot sweaty (any person knows that when you’re on the phone for an extended period of time, the screen gets smudged some kinda way) cell phone. Outside of maybe 5-7 people, I communicate mainly through text messages/instant message. Who wants to sit on the phone with a bunch of random folks all day? I don’t.
Last Friday, while on Twitter, Tiffany In Houston (what up TIH!) sent me the link to a story on The Wall Street Journal’s website that talks about how clumsy some idiots are certain people are causing injury to themselves and how texting while moving is starting to become a public nuisance. My thing is, as an adult, how can you be so occupied by something, that you could end up walking into a two by four or walking into a ditch? Don’t get me wrong, I sure do glance down when sending texts (rarely), but I’m not going to be so occupied with sending a message that I end up causing injury to myself or others because of it.
Thoughts?
Random Thought of the Moment: “Watch, I wrote this, and a week from now, I’ll trip over my own feet while texting.”
The Song of the Moment: “Sincerly, Jane” by Janelle Monae
For those of you that don’t already know, let me let you in on something. I decided not to go to Miami and chose to stay for the remainder of the internship. There’s nothing wrong with making extra money and gaining learning experience all at the same time. I’m definitely one for killing two birds with one stone if you catch my drift. It sucks that I won’t able to go down to So. Florida to visit The Haitians, and more importantly, it sucks that I won’t be able to cop some good Haitian food. *sigh* I guess every decision has trade offs right?
Yesterday, I moved out of the dorms at Georgia Tech, and now I’m staying at my aunt’s place somewhere in Fulton County. After spending all weekend cleaning, packing, and schleping my crap, I’m just ready to settle in here and enjoy my last three weeks at the internship and in Atlanta. It’s cool that I’m out of the dorms, because of the fact I don’t have to deal with noise late into the night, but I can honestly say that I miss it as well. I miss having my own personal space (not that I don’t have it here) and I miss the feeling of being on my own. Read more…
Last night, I watched the last segment of CNN’s new documentary which is entitled Black in America. It was a look at the state of African Americans in the United States. While I would say it could be viewed as educational (for whom, I’m not 100% sure), I personally think that it just glossed over widely known issues within the black community. Maybe some folks are in the dark about how we African Americans live, but for the most part, I personally think that CNN’s African American viewers are very well versed on said issues.
One thing that struck me as peculiar was the fact that for the most part, this documentary equated poverty with being Black. There were some examples of how certain folks came from poverty and became successful, but I felt as if the documentary didn’t cover both sides of the spectrum. It should go without saying that crime, lack of proper education, broken homes and various other issues are all issues which are the result of poverty in the majority of it’s cases, NOT issues of black people who just happen to be impoverished.
Don’t get me wrong, I do feel as if I have to go the extra mile to make sure I’m noticed in the professional world, and I also do feel as if I get looked at sideways the second I want to switch up my M.O.. But I don’t feel the need to let that hold me back, or to think that everyone is out to get me. At the end of the day, my journey is different from the next guy’s journey, and what works for me, may not work for you.
So after all this is said and done, what does it mean to be Black in America? Then again, what does it mean to be Chinese in America, or Irish in America? We are all different people from different backgrounds with different issues and different ways of thinking. To group together one race or group of people as if we all eat, sleep, think and breathe the same things is a bit (how should I put this…) retarded?
Here’s a video from Monnie which I think sums up how alot of people feel on this Documentary.
