So I had a really good weekend... and an excellent evening tonight. Went clubbing on friday night (Kinya and I were temporarily stranded in DC and then we ended up at Buzz). Saturday, after Kinya's little mishap with her car, we just chilled and had an awesome time. Had people over for some drinking games that night too. Mad fun sleep-over. Sunday I went home and chilled with Mom and Nonnie... got things in order for Connecticut (lots of laundry). Saw Mr. Deeds too. The butler was really funny and even if it was lame... I love a sappy romantic comedy.

Today work was mad slow, but Gerry treated us for lunch and I did some research on buying a domain name and trying to layout a better webpage... hopefully I'll get to that soon. I am starting by cleaning out my hard drive to make some room for dreamweaver. I burned, no joke, 8 cd's tonight. But Robin came over and we all cooked fajitas for dinner and had strawberry daqs. That amazing dinner was followed up with a really good conversation.

It was about relationships and boys and the like... and man... I hate hearing about people that are close to me having such a problem with their love lives (or lack there of). It makes me sad to think that these wonderful and inspiring girls can't, won't or just don't find a man that they can trust that is good for them. By the end of the night, they were thanking me for my advice and being grateful for my strong will and honesty. I just don't know. I always seem to end up the one that can help people out... but I really don't know why people think my advice is so eye-openning. I guess it just helps to have a third party. And I really like listening... I learn a lot.

But one thing that I have learned is that so many beautiful and intelligent girls just aren't comfortable with themselves... in regards to the opposite sex. It just boggles my mind to think that if they can't figure out who they are and find someone to love and be with them... why the hell do I think things will work out for me??

I mean, I guess I am very comfortable with who I am. I know who I am and am very realistic about things that happen to me... I just try to keep things in perspective. But man, I hate physical appearance and how people judge and use each other in the hormonal games involved in college social life. They just suck. Everyone wants everyone to be honest and upfront with them... but then they turn around and lie and tiptoe around the truth to someone else! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR! And it doesn't make sense... you treat people how you want to be treated. You expect yourself to live up to the same ideals you do everyone else... or else you're a formula for interactive disaster.

I just don't get why everyone has all these hang ups! Maybe I just can't see my own...

naw...

I know I see my own... I just keep them in check. They aren't what's at the core and I've gotta keep remembering that.

I think I inspired Kinya to start keeping a journal for herself. That makes me happy. Consider yourself updated.