PRAISE WHITE JESUS!!
Protie is ALIVE and well...and is NOT totalled! (doing my holy ghost dance)
And, not only did they "save" her...they gave me a check to get her fixed...and said that I could go back to the original body shop OR I could choose any other body shop that I wanted (which to me meant...let me see if I can go get the same service and repairs done somewhere were the cost is more reasonable...and save a few of these bucks.) LOL!
...so now, it's on to find that deal! Thank God that I'll have time to do that after Monday evening!
ok...on a side note...
next week, I'm actually doing an over nighter with my internship. We have to go up to Harrisburg, PA to do an interview/investigation. Hmm...I haven't decided if I wanna go or not because 1) it's in Harrisburg, PA....and what in the HELL is in Harrisburg, PA; 2) I'm not to keen on being in the same car/train/whatever form of transportation we are taking with the main investigator for that amount of time; 3) OK..there is no three, it's just a good round number. Funny how I'm in my last two weeks of working at my internship...and in the 2 years that I have worked there, this is the FIRST time I've done an overnight.
on a super side note...
I heard JJ Fad on the radio today. The S is for super, and the U is for unique. The P is for perfection and you know that we are freaks. LOL! I wonder if their families make them perform that song at every family reunion? LOL!
Friday, April 28, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Protie....NO!!!!!
OK...I admit...I sort of love my car. Not b/c it's a Bentley, Benz or BMW...but b/c it's MY car. It's the first car that I bought all by myself. I remember, in August of 1998, when I went to the lot to pick it out. I picked out one color...and was all set...and then as I was walking back into to sign the papers, I saw her. She still had the white tape/film on it and everything...and at that moment, she became mine. (OK...I'm sounding like someone who needs a friend...but I don't care. LOL!)
Anyways, as she was violated the other day, I finally got the word from the violator's insurance company that I could take Protie in to get repaired. So I do some research before I choose a place...and then set up an appointment. I'm actually getting hype at this point b/c she is going to be fixed soon. I roll up at the dealership (yep, I took her to the dealership body shop...can't just be going to anyone...and they were on the insurance companies preferred list) and prepare to part for a few days. I had actually been cool with the fact that she had been in an accident...that is all the way up until today when the body shop told me that my car may have to be totalled out. WHAT? Totalled out? What do you mean? I mean, she's still completely drivable...she just needs a small facelift. Then he was like, unfortunately, once the damage totals add up to more the 70% of what the car is worth, the insurance company usually totals it out. I'm like...so that means you are not going to fix her? He says, when we have damage like this, we have to have the actual insurance company estimator give it a look before we can proceed. Let's set up you an appointment for State Farm to look at it. At this point, I'm heated. Totalled to me means that you are going to give me a check for the retail value of my car and take my car....meaning I have to get a new car...meaning I have to take the time to go and search for a new car and potentially ending up with a car that I have to make payments on. I don't do payments. Been there...done that...finished in August 2003! Thanks. The Management. Plus, as I am about to graduate, I'm about to have to start making payments ANYWAY...that is, on these gargutuan amount of loans that I have to pay back. But, let me not even start down that road! And, I'm not trying to be having my entire check taken by these loans, and car payments, and insurances. Hell to the NAW!
So...all I can do now is wait until Friday and see what they say. All I know is...they better not say the wrong thing. I don't want to have to act ethnic!
Anyways, as she was violated the other day, I finally got the word from the violator's insurance company that I could take Protie in to get repaired. So I do some research before I choose a place...and then set up an appointment. I'm actually getting hype at this point b/c she is going to be fixed soon. I roll up at the dealership (yep, I took her to the dealership body shop...can't just be going to anyone...and they were on the insurance companies preferred list) and prepare to part for a few days. I had actually been cool with the fact that she had been in an accident...that is all the way up until today when the body shop told me that my car may have to be totalled out. WHAT? Totalled out? What do you mean? I mean, she's still completely drivable...she just needs a small facelift. Then he was like, unfortunately, once the damage totals add up to more the 70% of what the car is worth, the insurance company usually totals it out. I'm like...so that means you are not going to fix her? He says, when we have damage like this, we have to have the actual insurance company estimator give it a look before we can proceed. Let's set up you an appointment for State Farm to look at it. At this point, I'm heated. Totalled to me means that you are going to give me a check for the retail value of my car and take my car....meaning I have to get a new car...meaning I have to take the time to go and search for a new car and potentially ending up with a car that I have to make payments on. I don't do payments. Been there...done that...finished in August 2003! Thanks. The Management. Plus, as I am about to graduate, I'm about to have to start making payments ANYWAY...that is, on these gargutuan amount of loans that I have to pay back. But, let me not even start down that road! And, I'm not trying to be having my entire check taken by these loans, and car payments, and insurances. Hell to the NAW!
So...all I can do now is wait until Friday and see what they say. All I know is...they better not say the wrong thing. I don't want to have to act ethnic!
Just Freeze!
"Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! I know girl it's alot to ask! Tell me what other choice I have, When you love someone this bad... Just FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! Girl I hope you understand, Promise I'll be back for you, When I become a better man..."
LL and Lyfe Jennings might have just hit the nail on the head with this one. This may just wrap my situation up all in one chorus. Sad, but true.
LL and Lyfe Jennings might have just hit the nail on the head with this one. This may just wrap my situation up all in one chorus. Sad, but true.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Finals
By now, you would think that I would be accustomed to finals, being that I only have 1 more left to take EVER!! However [comma], that is not the case as it bewilders me that I can spend 3 hours on an exam and still feel like I need 3 more to thoroughly complete it. It also amazes me how FAST 3 hours can pass because you start the exam one minute...and next thing you know they are yelling time.
At this point, as long as I pass, I'm cool. But, I would like to maintain at least a B average this semester. We'll see what happens.
At this point, as long as I pass, I'm cool. But, I would like to maintain at least a B average this semester. We'll see what happens.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
My Baby Was Violated
So, last night I went to a potluck. It was my intention when I left to go to the library and study until it closed at 2. But, I was tired...probably b/c I did not have a chance to take my daily nap...so I decided to come home. And, on my home, IT happened. I'm driving southbound down 9th Street in the far left lane. And, right near the intersection of 9th and I (near Pearl), this little Dodge Neon attempt to make a left turn from the 2ND LANE (instead of the proper lane to make such a turn, which is the lane that I was in!) So, you know what happened...BAM!! He ran right into me!! My poor Protie (my car's name) was violated!!
Then, we get out of the car...to assess the damage. He is like...I'm OK...can we just exchange numbers? Um...hell to the naw. Let's pull over out of all this traffic and look around b/c I feel like my car is NOT OK. So, we hop into our cars...and decide to pull over to a side street. So, I'm thinking that he is going to pull over at the next street. That was not the case...in fact, I felt like he was trying to escape, as I got caught at the next light...and he kept on going. Luckily, I had written down his tag number as soon as I got back into my car. Finally, as the light is green, I speed up and start flashing him. Then, he pulls over on E street (yep that's now 4 complete blocks away) and stops the car. I get out to look at the damage...and realize that my poor Protie is hurting pretty bad. The entire right side of my car was damaged somewhat, especially the front. In fact, my passenger door would only open a bit. He gets out of the car and starts looking at the damage. Then, he's like...are you sure you weren't speeding? Are you fucking serious? Um...NO I was not! Furthermore, it wouldn't matter anyways b/c you made a left turn from an internal lane...not the left lane. Had you been in the left lane making that turn, we would not have had an accident...but since you decided to cut across a lane to make a turn without first looking to see if anyone was coming, you hit me! Thanks. The Management. Then, he's like...OK...you're right. I'm like...I know that.
So, of course, I get all of his information plus all of his mother's information as she is the one that's insured...while calling the police. Now it around 11:00 p.m. I find out that he is this little young kid...19...driving his sister's car...without a driver's license. (He has one but it's not on him.) Oh well...that's your fault. So, we're waiting on the cops, who said that they were on their way. That was a lie. At 11:30...still no cops...so I call them back. They are still on their way. At 11:45...still no cops. Another call. Another lie. 12:00 ...still no cops. FINALLY, AT 12:10, the police arrive...mind you, the accident occurred at 10 till 11. The cop apologizes for his tardiness but says they sent him to the wrong quadrant. LIES! Anyways, after talking to the both of us, and seeing that we were OK...and that our cars were drivalbe, he explains to us that DC is a "no fault" jurisdiction and that no report would be made...it was up to us to handle it through our insurance companies. So, you're telling me that I just wasted over an hour of my life waiting for you...and your BAMA ass is not going to fill out a report. HELL TO THE NAW!! You are going to give me something...even if it's just your badge number. Then, he decides, after finding out the other guy doesn't have his license that a report will be made. Damn skippy!!
So, by the time all that happens, it is now almost 1 a.m....two hours from when the incident occurred. So, much for the efficiency of MPD. We finally are allowed to go...I get home and run right up to get my camera and take pictures...and then go to bed.
So much for my night of rest!
Then, we get out of the car...to assess the damage. He is like...I'm OK...can we just exchange numbers? Um...hell to the naw. Let's pull over out of all this traffic and look around b/c I feel like my car is NOT OK. So, we hop into our cars...and decide to pull over to a side street. So, I'm thinking that he is going to pull over at the next street. That was not the case...in fact, I felt like he was trying to escape, as I got caught at the next light...and he kept on going. Luckily, I had written down his tag number as soon as I got back into my car. Finally, as the light is green, I speed up and start flashing him. Then, he pulls over on E street (yep that's now 4 complete blocks away) and stops the car. I get out to look at the damage...and realize that my poor Protie is hurting pretty bad. The entire right side of my car was damaged somewhat, especially the front. In fact, my passenger door would only open a bit. He gets out of the car and starts looking at the damage. Then, he's like...are you sure you weren't speeding? Are you fucking serious? Um...NO I was not! Furthermore, it wouldn't matter anyways b/c you made a left turn from an internal lane...not the left lane. Had you been in the left lane making that turn, we would not have had an accident...but since you decided to cut across a lane to make a turn without first looking to see if anyone was coming, you hit me! Thanks. The Management. Then, he's like...OK...you're right. I'm like...I know that.
So, of course, I get all of his information plus all of his mother's information as she is the one that's insured...while calling the police. Now it around 11:00 p.m. I find out that he is this little young kid...19...driving his sister's car...without a driver's license. (He has one but it's not on him.) Oh well...that's your fault. So, we're waiting on the cops, who said that they were on their way. That was a lie. At 11:30...still no cops...so I call them back. They are still on their way. At 11:45...still no cops. Another call. Another lie. 12:00 ...still no cops. FINALLY, AT 12:10, the police arrive...mind you, the accident occurred at 10 till 11. The cop apologizes for his tardiness but says they sent him to the wrong quadrant. LIES! Anyways, after talking to the both of us, and seeing that we were OK...and that our cars were drivalbe, he explains to us that DC is a "no fault" jurisdiction and that no report would be made...it was up to us to handle it through our insurance companies. So, you're telling me that I just wasted over an hour of my life waiting for you...and your BAMA ass is not going to fill out a report. HELL TO THE NAW!! You are going to give me something...even if it's just your badge number. Then, he decides, after finding out the other guy doesn't have his license that a report will be made. Damn skippy!!
So, by the time all that happens, it is now almost 1 a.m....two hours from when the incident occurred. So, much for the efficiency of MPD. We finally are allowed to go...I get home and run right up to get my camera and take pictures...and then go to bed.
So much for my night of rest!
The Nerve of Folks
OK...so I'm sitting in the Mock Trial Board room/office...trying to finish up my brief that is due tomorrow. I've been sitting in here alone for at least an hour. Then, I hear someone coming into the door. It's some Kirsten that I have never seen before in my life. She says, Hi...looking at me like I stole something. So, I return the look...and then introduce myself. She does the same. Then as she is sitting down across the table from me...this bitch has the audacity to ask me if I am on the Mock Trial Board. Are you fuckin kidding me? No...I was just sitting my ass in here before you got here w/out permission. In fact, I just walked through that damn locked door in order to get in here. Or even better, though I'm not on the board, I just happen to know the code to get me into the damn office. So, I had to give her THAT "you dumb bitch" look...and say....are YOU are the mock trial board? In my mind, I was also saying...bitch, why in the fuck would I be in here if I wasn't on the board. She answers yes...and of course, with attitude, I say...you must be a 1 or 2L...so young...I was on the board before you even had a chance to try out. And, then I smiled...and went back to what I was doing. I tried to give her enough attitude so that she would leave...but this Becky clearly didn't get the hint.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Bliss
Today was my last official day of classes EVER (that is, if you don't include bar review classes)!! All I can say is that I'm happier than a wolf!!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Frustration...
This week has been full of frustration.
First of all, graduation. Graduation is supposed to be a happy time...a time of reflection...a time of accomplishment. For me, at this moment in time, it is a time of frustration. First of all, how in the hell are you going to give me just SIX tickets for graduation. I just paid you $120000 for the longest 3 years of my life, and you are telling me that only SIX of my peeps can come to graduation. I THINK NOT! I have 20 people coming ... and if they think that all of people are not getting in...then there will be consequences and repercussions. Let's just pray that I don't get arrested on graduation day cause it will look ugly if I have to report to the bar committee that I got arrested on my graduation day. Application DENIED!
In addition to the tickets, graduation means that bar courses are right around the corner...which means thousands of dollars will be dropped in a matter of days. It's bad enough that I'm about to experience the most dreadful summer of my life...but it's even worse that it's going to make me broke as hell. I'm going to have to sell my body to sustain myself. Such a shame...lol.
Itinerary...with all of my family and friends coming...developing an itinerary to suit all is going to be problematic. First of all, my family already says that I'm bourgie...lol...but I can't help it. If I want Old Ebbitt Grill or Capitol Grille for my graduation, shouldn't I be able to get it? But, I shall compromise and either go to Georgia Browns or Buca di Beppo.
My Class Reunion. This is starting to become the bane of my existence. Maybe I should have thought about this 10 years ago when I decided to be senior class president. Things are moving that way I had hoped...and I hope it all falls into place BEFORE bar classes begin...b/c when that starts...it's a wrap!
On top of all of that, my roommates are starting to irk my last nerves. I mean, all they did was speak to me when I walk in the door...but for some reason, it's been irking me. Praise GOD that they will be gone this weekend so I can thoroughly clean my house...and then sit here in the peace and quiet. I have strongly considered moving...but I neither the time nor the energy to do that...plus, I would like there to be at least one year of my life when I don't move (as I have moved every year for the past 10 years.)
With all that said though, as Deacon Colden used to say every Sunday, Praise God for as well as it is, cause it could be worse.
First of all, graduation. Graduation is supposed to be a happy time...a time of reflection...a time of accomplishment. For me, at this moment in time, it is a time of frustration. First of all, how in the hell are you going to give me just SIX tickets for graduation. I just paid you $120000 for the longest 3 years of my life, and you are telling me that only SIX of my peeps can come to graduation. I THINK NOT! I have 20 people coming ... and if they think that all of people are not getting in...then there will be consequences and repercussions. Let's just pray that I don't get arrested on graduation day cause it will look ugly if I have to report to the bar committee that I got arrested on my graduation day. Application DENIED!
In addition to the tickets, graduation means that bar courses are right around the corner...which means thousands of dollars will be dropped in a matter of days. It's bad enough that I'm about to experience the most dreadful summer of my life...but it's even worse that it's going to make me broke as hell. I'm going to have to sell my body to sustain myself. Such a shame...lol.
Itinerary...with all of my family and friends coming...developing an itinerary to suit all is going to be problematic. First of all, my family already says that I'm bourgie...lol...but I can't help it. If I want Old Ebbitt Grill or Capitol Grille for my graduation, shouldn't I be able to get it? But, I shall compromise and either go to Georgia Browns or Buca di Beppo.
My Class Reunion. This is starting to become the bane of my existence. Maybe I should have thought about this 10 years ago when I decided to be senior class president. Things are moving that way I had hoped...and I hope it all falls into place BEFORE bar classes begin...b/c when that starts...it's a wrap!
On top of all of that, my roommates are starting to irk my last nerves. I mean, all they did was speak to me when I walk in the door...but for some reason, it's been irking me. Praise GOD that they will be gone this weekend so I can thoroughly clean my house...and then sit here in the peace and quiet. I have strongly considered moving...but I neither the time nor the energy to do that...plus, I would like there to be at least one year of my life when I don't move (as I have moved every year for the past 10 years.)
With all that said though, as Deacon Colden used to say every Sunday, Praise God for as well as it is, cause it could be worse.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Kill the Radio
OK...generally, I find that I listen to the radio...especially when I go back home to Florida or to Atlanta so that I can hear what the new hot shit is...
HOWEVER, COMMA...
If I hear that damn Keyshia Cole "Love" song one mo 'gin, I think I just may jump out of my office window. They play that song like every 30 minutes on the radio. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think that Keyshia Cole's album was the most slept on R&B album of 2005. I played it to death...HOWEVER, COMMA...something about hearing Love over and over and over and over and over again...within a matter of a few hours, doesn't sit too well with me...and it's driving me fuckin crazy!
I mean, there are like 13 other cuts on the album...and there are about 3 billion other songs out there to play on the radio...so why must you play THAT one song 17 hundred times. I'm sick of it...and I just may be sick of radio. This would be one of the reasons that I am highly considering jumping on the bandwagon (i.e. conforming) and purchasing an IPOD.
HOWEVER, COMMA...
If I hear that damn Keyshia Cole "Love" song one mo 'gin, I think I just may jump out of my office window. They play that song like every 30 minutes on the radio. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think that Keyshia Cole's album was the most slept on R&B album of 2005. I played it to death...HOWEVER, COMMA...something about hearing Love over and over and over and over and over again...within a matter of a few hours, doesn't sit too well with me...and it's driving me fuckin crazy!
I mean, there are like 13 other cuts on the album...and there are about 3 billion other songs out there to play on the radio...so why must you play THAT one song 17 hundred times. I'm sick of it...and I just may be sick of radio. This would be one of the reasons that I am highly considering jumping on the bandwagon (i.e. conforming) and purchasing an IPOD.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
A Championship Weekend
Yep...not only did my beloved Gators take home the National Championship on Monday night after devouring George Mason on Saturday and UCLA last night, but also my DC Elite Squad took first place at the Stone Mountain Lithonia DST Alumnae Step Show!
(singing like Jojo and K-Ci) Life life...life life....life life....life life.
We did a great show...but I must admit...I was about to die up on stage...the adrenalin of the crowd made us go into to hyper step mode...and we were doing the steps wayyyy faster than normal. By the time I got backstage, I could barely breathe! But, it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got to see my boocakes...and I hadn't seen her in quite some time.
(singing like Jojo and K-Ci) Life life...life life....life life....life life.
We did a great show...but I must admit...I was about to die up on stage...the adrenalin of the crowd made us go into to hyper step mode...and we were doing the steps wayyyy faster than normal. By the time I got backstage, I could barely breathe! But, it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got to see my boocakes...and I hadn't seen her in quite some time.
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