what a night!
my roommate turned me into her own life-size-but-much-less-pretty-tyra doll. she chose my dress (just a regular school day sundress-ish thing since i never did go out to buy a dress). she lent me her old prom shoes for the night. she painted my nails. she did my makeup. she sprayed me in glitter. love you roomie <3
as you probably know, i tend to be alone a lot. and even when i get involved with things i’m alone in a crowd. i can’t count the number of times i’ve tweeted that phrase. i’m not a fan of people. i person i can brace myself to tackle. people are-. like a dummy i got to gala hella early and nobody was at my table so i went outside and called my roommate. she eventually hung up on me and made me go back inside. i was sitting at an adult table (admissions), but i knew russell, monique, karen & david and i introduced myself to bianca. at one point early on they wanted us to mingle. but i just said that i dont do people. so i went to the bathroom, then sat next to chioma who was also not mingling.
food came out: chicken marsala, mashed potatoes, mushrooms, green vegetable of some sort?
oh! and the not keynote speaker. but irvine city council rep was interesting. and he had a lot of interesting things to say about the black community. and how far we’ve come and how we’ve paved the way for people like him to sit in the front of the bus, which he’s all learned from wikipedia. and that it’s cool obama’s a democrat event though the republican party has done hella stuff for blacks. ANYWAY i wasn’t even mad at him though. he’s just really ignorant. i wanted to say, “can you just be better?” but i really can’t. before coming to uci, yours truly was hella ignorant too.
the actually keynote speaker was good and i enjoyed his speech. charles was as always entertaining in giving out the awards. i feel like everyone who applies gets an award. i should have applied last year and this year. i’m going to next year. i just hate all of those long essays (i don’t know enough about mlk to write one essay about him) and i feel like im not involved enough in the black community. oh well it’s all of nothing next year, why not?
also i did get on the dance floor. i’m kinda a weird-bad dancer. i have two left feet. and no sense of rhythm or beat. odd for someone who’s always get earphones in, right? anyways the dress i wore doesn’t help my non-existent booty at all. definitely need to have some clubbing/formal dresses in my closet at all times, pronto. especially because dancing tonight made me wanna go out more. even though my feet (and my knee was too?) hurt like hell (although on an unrelated note is it possible to grow arches? i think my flat feet are getting better) and i had to get a ride down the street home (whatever my roommate ditches me and i didn’t have a date #foreveralone) and i need better shoes. taller shoes. maybe even wedges for balance of whatever. i need to be upgraded.
BUT onto the most important thing - MEN. BLACK MEN. AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE. loljk but really though i’m so incredibly serious. there were a lot of fine looking me in there. and even a few i didn’t recognize! since people be on about how you can’t date within the black community. although idk if i’m enough a part of the community to count. i’m not best friends with everybody in there, but some people know me - w/e.
- JOSEPH BELL: made an appearance. late. in jeans. left early. didn’t say hi to me at all. i really do like joseph but we’re not best friends and i don’t know why. probably because we only hung out last year because of always being at mutual friends events :/
- CHIBZUO OKORO: i swear i see this sexy naija man everywhere. he has the most gorgeous, largest eyes. but everytime i’m staring at him, those big old sexy eyes catch me! then i’m caught looking at his big whole sexy face with those mhm lips and hair i could totally run my hands through. i stared at a wall to avoid catching his eye a fourth time. and he would be seated at the table directly across the hall from me. anyway, he’s a sexy freshman and i don’t know him better but i strongly wish that i could.
- BGN: black graduate network made an appearance. along with some of their fine men. if he’s in grad school, you know he’s going places ladies. and one of them was nigerian. i may be young but i wouldn’t mind an older man okay?
anyways, y’all see why i had to put this last. i’m delirious enough right now to be naming names and i know y’all didn’t want to read this no ways
BUT. peace love and blessings y’all - muah!
