Semestre de primavera.

So I'm back at school. Last time I was on here, I was home, in my lovely Queen sized bed. Now I'm writing from my desk, in my pint sized dorm room. Lol of course it's not actually pint sized. It's actually larger than some other dorm rooms on this campus. But, times have quickly changed in the past two weeks. I've started my second semester as a junior. How exciting? I actually like all my classes and professors and of course my schedule is amazing without Mon/Fri classes. I cannot complain at all. One of my professors is bald with a four inch beard. He looks like he works at Best Buy's Geek squad on the side. He teaches logic. I like him. Although logic is a tricky subject, I see myself doing well in that class. I actually see myself doing well in all my classes. Hopefully this semester brings greater things than last semester did.
I went to a party on Saturday with the ladies to celebrate their birthdays. But that party was....hmm? What's the word I'm looking for? Joke perhaps? Yea joke describes the scene pretty well. Joke encompasses the venue, the attendees, the rachetry, the lack of insulation, the fact that I wore heels, the outfits, etc. It was just a sweat box. I hate parties like that. Whatever, hopefully this semester has promising events and parties that will make up for my horrid experience.
I'm looking forward to finishing off my junior year strong.

My senses.

I like things that are tangible. One of my favorite senses besides seeing is, the ability to feel. It allows me to appreciate things more and feel what's authentic and what's not. I like things. I like souvenirs that I can take out of a box and touch. While I am very grateful for the age of technology, I appreciate print newspapers. I like books. I like magazines. I like physical pictures. Those things can't be lost of a computer crashes or if electricity for some reason ceases to exist. I love the tangible. I like the feeling of feeling. Of holding, of touching. I like the feeling of having. Of having something to hold and reminisce. I save all my birthday/Christmas cards. I love them all. Especially the ones with personal written messages. I love them. I love my New York Times paper with the first family on the cover, the night Obama won the 2008 election. I love that I didn't sell it. I love that I have it, to show my kids. I need to frame it.

Just some more goodness for ya' eardrums.

Just another Manic Monday.

Happy Monday!

I had to stop in just to share some greatness with you. A couple of my lil homies from school recently started a tumblr together. It's called "Seize the Society". I already love it and they only have a few pictures of themselves up. But the photography is dope and so are they. So check them out and show your support. I don't put my stamp of approval on many things, but this one definitely gets it. I'm looking forward to seeing what they have in store for us.

Seize the Society

Boom! Looked who stepped in the room.

Hey y'all!
I hope everyone's day went/is going as splendid as mine. All I did today was lounge around, but I ain't got no complaints. Yesterday, I went Ice Skating in Bryant Park, for the first time. I know, so exciting!! I only fell once! That's a major accomplishment seeing as thought it was my first time skating lol. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures to share. I was more focused on keeping my balance and not busting my ass in front of the hundreds of people that were on the ice last night. I had a good time though. Next time, I'll be doing figure eights, turns, leaps, and spins like a young Kristi Yamaguchi out here!

Let the Good Times Roll

On Friday, I had the pleasure of dining at Serendipity 3. So to keep in the trend of trying highly rated NYC restaurants, I went to Max Brenner with a few of my girlfriends.
Quite a contrast from Serendipity 3, to say the least. On a busy Union Square street, Max Brenner, otherwise known as Chocolate by the Bald Man, is a spacious play on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. With decor that seeks to accomplish a chocolate wonderland, Max Brenner is filled with browns and tubes of chocolate. Upon entering this dedication to chocolate lovers on a weekend night, one will find them-self hoping to be seated immediately to keep from being pushed and shoved by the mass of people in the lobby/coffee shop also waiting to be seated. Thank God we had a reservation. Although a few of us were late, we happened to still be seated when the entire party arrived. While waiting in the lobby my friend and I couldn't help but salivate over the crepes, brownies, cakes and chocolate infused beverages in the bakery. Everything just looked so good.
Once we were finally seated, we asked our waiter his honest opinion about the dos and dont's of the menu. He definitely kept it real with us. I ended up ordering the "Really Cheesy-Really crunchy Mac & Cheese" with chicken instead of bacon. Three of the ladies ordered the "Mom's simple lemon & herb roasted chicken" and one of them skipped right to dessert, ordering the Tutti Fruity Waffle. Everything was very good. I enjoyed my meal and I had a taste of the lemon chicken thing which was also very tasty.
Surprisingly, I had room for dessert, so as a table we ordered "Tasting for two". We chose milk chocolate fondue which was extremely delicious. We had a little bit of everything to dip in the chocolate such as strawberries, fried banana, bananas, brownies and chocolate cookies. It was just enough to feed my sweet tooth. And for the city, it was reasonably priced. I would definitely go back because there are a few things on the dessert menu that I still need to try. Mhm I sure do.

The art of making happy discoveries.

Nestled in the midst of an upper east side street, with an un-impressionable exterior and a window display that lends to the hearts of young children, lies Serendipity 3. Upon receiving great feedback about this famous Manhattan eatery, from it's celebrity clientele and raving reviews, one would think that Serendipity 3 would be a tad more upscale that what it truly is. From the outside, it looks like a small mom and pop shop that happened to find its way to an expensive neighborhood. On the inside, it is reminiscent of your grandmother's apartment. Looking like a hoarders nest filled with antique lighting, trinkets and odd decor dangling from the ceiling. One would think that after all the revenue such a place like Serendipity gets, the owner would upgrade and relocate to a more spacious site. But no, it remains a quint little "coffee house boutique" tucked away between 2nd and 3rd avenues on 60th street in Manhattan.

Thank God for the city. It's the place that never sleeps. Thus, there is always something to do. Serendipity is a popular NYC spot. Celebrities dine there, it was featured on Oprah's show, and plenty of magazines have written articles about it for its famous "Frrozen Hot Chocolate". Guests reserve a table during the summer with intentions of dining there around holiday season. My sisters and I on the other hand, were not lucky enough to have a reservation. Instead, we had to leave one of our name's with the hostess, and venture off to Rockefeller Centre to visit the tree. It was either that or wait patiently for two hours, just to get a table. When we finally sat down, we took a look at the fun dichromatic menu. In black and white, it listed a world of possibilities for all those brave enough to get acquainted with their sweet side.
Since we were a party of four, we got two of the famous "Frrozen Hot Chocolate" and shared them amongst ourselves. And as if that wasn't enough, we also ordered two pieces of cake; the chocolate black out and carrot cakes. Both very good choices. I for one preferred the chocolate black out. It melted in my mouth. And it went down easily with the hot chocolate.
A great experience indeed. I couldn't keep calling myself a proud New Yorker without having visited the world famous Serendipity 3. I'd recommend it to anyone who is up for it. But of course, plan ahead and accordingly.

The first couple.

Courtesy of Theybf.com

My new specs

Courtesy of my dad. Thanks par par. Bought them from Cohen's Fashion Optical. Prada. Black and clear.

Hand it to me, wait..no.

com·fort·a·ble  

/ˈkəmfərtəbəl/

Adjective (esp. of clothes or furnishings) Providing physical ease and relaxation: "invitingly comfortable beds".

There's a difference between comfortable and ease. Because it's just easy for somebody to hand something to you. For somebody to just give something to you. There is a difference and don't contest it. Now, it may not mean nothing to y'all but understand nothing was done for me. I was raised with a roof over my head, food on the table and clothes on my back. It may not have always been the clothes that I liked or wanted, but I wasn't running the streets in the nude. I grew up in Rosedale, Queens. Not quite the suburbs until recently but it wasn't a housing project or anything. Right on the periphery of Nassau County. But it's Queens and don't you contest that. 

I'm the youngest and you know what they say about the last born. "The spoiled one." "She gets everything she wants." "The baby." But don't confuse yourselves now. Nothing was ever done for me. Nothing was ever handed to me. Maybe a pacifier when I cried and whined to get my way, but that's it. I wasn't raised in a six figure income household. I was raised in a household headed by two immigrants turned American citizens. I was raised by two of the hardest working individuals that I know. I was raised. I didn't just grow up. I was taught right from wrong. Early on, I was taught the value of independence and hard work. I was taught to fend for myself. I was taught to work for everything I get. I was raised. I didn't just pop out of my mother's womb learning how to hold the door for people behind me. I didn't just automatically know how to say "please" and "thank you". I was trained, so to speak. I learned, from my parents, the importance of apologizing when I'm wrong, and standing my ground when I'm right. I was raised.

Nothing was handed to me. I was raised comfortably because I never went hungry. I can't say that I was famished. I can't say that you could have seen my bones poking out of my chest due to lack of nourishment. I can't say that. Because my parents ensured that I had everything I needed. As for the wants, those came occasionally. They came when they saw it fit. But don't ever mistaken my parents hard work for being rich. If we're rich, we are rich with culture, discipline and love. We are not rich with man made currency. 

My parents are intelligent. I can understand how it may look from the outside looking in. I can understand people mistaking their intelligence and great money management skills for us being rich. We are the farthest from rich though. If we were rich, I would not be a student at Suny Albany. Rutgers maybe, but not Suny Albany. I value you a dollar not because I'm cheap, but because I know a dollar does not come easy. I thank God for giving me parents who didn't feel the need to splurge on unnecessary trips and assets in their prime. They have good credit, and because of that, I don't have to worry about undergraduate loans and such.

I wasn't raised with a silver spoon in my mouth. Nor was I raised with a shiny plastic credit card in my hand. People need to understand the difference between being raised comfortably and being raised without being told "no". I believe that those of us who did not have to wonder where our next meal was coming from or live in fear of a landlord giving an eviction notice, were raised comfortably. Comfortable does not come from material things. If you believe so, you have it all wrong. Material things are accessories and props that may make life a little sweeter, if you're into that. Comfortable for my parents is being able to pay out of pocket for my sisters and my college tuition. It isn't being able to push the "flyest" whips. It is in knowing that we don't have to beg, borrow and steal. It is in knowing that this house is ours and nobody is going to take it away from us. It is in knowing that we can sometimes give back to family members who don't have the pleasure of saying that they live comfortably. 

Don't tell me I'm rich in dollar bills, you'll simply sound like a fool.

Somethin' nice for ya' eardrums

Majority rules

No thanks to an in-unanimous vote, the fiscal cliff has been passed. We have the House to thank for this decision, and it is left for the president to sign, in order to take effect. Fiscal cliff folks.

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Django Unchained.

Just when I was about to quote Spike Lee's response to this film, as I just read it in People Magazine, one of my peers did it for me. His review of the film takes the words from my mouth without fail. It was great enough for me to reference. Read it for yourselves here:

Django Unchained Review, by The Believer Theory 

And I admit I fell in love with Kim...

I wouldn't be a versatile blogger if I didn't offer my opinion on the "KimYe" pregnancy, now would I? Well to be honest, I feel like it's kind of a joke. Not a joke as in it's not true, but a joke like a joke. Like it's funny. Like I am baffled at the fact that these two have lasted this long. Long enough for Kanye to climax inside of Kimberly for her to end up pregnant. Long enough. Strong enough? Wow.
Honestly I hope that this is all Kim every wanted. I know she wanted to be married and with a child before Kourtney. I know she wanted to have the life that Khloe now lives with Lamar. And after a failed marriage, a sex tape,a football player boyfriend and another failed marriage publicity stunt thing, she is now expecting. Expecting a child whose last name will be West. Because the baby daddy is Mr. Kanye to the. Wow. I'm kind of at a loss for words. I don't know how Chris feels about this. She has two daughters who have kids out of wedlock. She has one daughter who is married and did the right thing but can't reproduce. She has two teenage daughters who model and will keep the Kardashian/Jenner brand alive. She has two and a half grandchildren who will be the face of her brand in about a decade. She must he extremely proud.
Now for Ms. Donda. May her soul rest in peace, but will it really rest in peace while her son is going crazy, cutting people's acceptance speeches off, wearing furry white get ups at his concerts and impregnating the white girl daughter of the attorney who let OJ Simpson go? I wonder how Ms. Donda is doing wherever she ended up. Whether it be heaven, hell or purgatory. I wonder how she's doing. I wonder if she can sing to Kanye ,"I want to scream so loud for you, cause I'm so proud of you." I wonder if she's truly proud. And I wonder. And I wonder what kind fo father Kanye will be. If I remember correctly he has a song where he talks to his future son.

"See, I just want him to have an easy life

Not like Yeezy life, just want him to be someone people like

Don’t want him to be hated all the time, judged

Don’t be like your daddy that would never budge"

And I wonder if he knows what it means, to find his dreams. I will continue to wonder because none of these people even know I exist. And they will not ensure that I finish undergrad and pass my LSAT. They will not. So I will not even bother to inquire.

"I could let these dream killers kill my self esteem or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams."

-Kanye West

While I'm not an arrogant individual, I do have some arrogance. Just a tad. Enough to use to power my dreams. As opposed to allowing dream killers to hold any relevance and actually kill my dreams. Do you know what I would be like if I was completely affected by people's hate? I would be the most self conscious person with zero confidence. That would not be okay. At all. "Don't let em see you sweat." My mom said that to me the other day. My mom is a gigantic motivator. She holds great importance in my life. I move for her, my grandmother and myself. I want to make them happy and proud, and of course I want to be proud of myself. Children, don't allow people's words to deter you. Keep your eye on the prize, and keep it moving. 

Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you. 

- Dream Hampton

When I first came across this quote on Twitter, I had no choice but to retweet. It screamed at me, it yelled, "LOOK!" It speaks to me, because I waste too much time and energy caring about what other people think/say about me. I used to always want to prove somebody wrong and educate the ignorant. Until I realized that some people don't want to be educated. Once a person isn't interested in bettering themselves and educating themselves, they will tune you out. I stopped wasting my breath. But I haven't stopped caring. I haven't stopped subconsciously feeling the need to tell people the truth about me. People are always going to talk, regardless of if they have something valid to say. 

I feel like I'm a very misunderstood person. I say this all the time. Not to sound more complex than I truly am, but to be real. I feel like people are so quick to judge me. And I know I'm not the only one. People are prejudice by nature. I'm guilty of that crime as well. But when I say I'm misunderstood I mean it and have concrete evidence to back it up. All the time, I say "to know me is to understand me, to understand me is to not judge me, to not judge me is to love me." This could not describe my relationship with the people close to me, any better than a cliche quote. Very few people know me. Thus, very few people understand/love me. Even some of my close friends don't fully know me. It's a process to fully know me.

Judging a book by its cover is human nature. We all do that. But opening the book to see if your judgement was correct is a different story. Not many people take the time to do so. They will stay on the outside and not seek the truth. But I do. No matter what, I give people, places and things the benefit of the doubt. But people don't reciprocate the favor. From the outside, I supposedly look like a "stuck up", "cocky", "materialistic", "mean" and "high-sadity" individual. I walk with a certain confidence which looks like cockiness to those who don't know me. I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I WALK! Would you rather see me with a bowed head and lowered eyes? I don't get it. I can't walk normally with my head held high to showcase the integrity and confidence that I have? I truly don't get it. People call me the aforementioned names because of the clothes/shoes that I wear and the posture that I keep. Which makes absolutely no sense to me. I'm not a label whore. I don't wear expensive clothes/shoes. I don't need to. I can't! I wear affordable clothes and make it work. I guess I make it look expensive idk? But it bothers me that some don't take the time to get to know me and then judge me. If they feel the same way after getting to know me, than so be it. I can't change their opinion, but to say all these things without having at least three valid conversations with me, is extremely asinine. 

This year I need to work on brushing people off. On not caring so much. It's going to be hard because I was kind of raised to care how society views me. I need to understand that people are ALWAYS going to talk about and misunderstand me. I don't even know if I want everybody to understand me. That wouldn't be any fun, now would it? I can't waste my time and energy explaining myself to people who will always have their mind set on negating everything I say. Some of the most irrelevant people are committed to misunderstanding me. I don't want to fancy myself and say they're hating, but damn, can I live?

I've realized people will throw character assassinations your way when they are insecure about themselves.  Or when they don't have enough balls to admit the truth, so they rather pin your flaws against you to keep from being completely honest. The truth hurts for some, but not me. I am the last person that you have to lie to. I don't think it's necessary at all. If I can keep it real, and give people the honest truth, I can swallow it too. The same pill that I give, I can swallow. Trust me. But then again, you don't have to. You can continue lying, being in denial, and throwing jabs. I'll just keep it moving.

It's one o clock in the morning. And Twitter just got boring. 

Do you know that in my absence I've become a Tweep?

I've Tweeted my life away unnecessarily. 

It's kind of scary how much I Tweet.

I realized this and knew I had to come back to blogging man.

Twitter is full of judgmental twatchers, subbers, and vein individuals accusing you of subbing them.

:sings: you're so vein, you probably think this tweet is about you, you're sooo vein!

I need to go to sleep so I can wake up at a decent hour, read my book (Tanning of America), eat breakfast, start my day and be productive.

That's what this break should be about right?

Before I go back, I need to finish at least a book and a half, apply to three summer internships and apply for study abroad Spain.

Yep!

I'm hungry. Give me some food for thought.

I like when things are put into perspective for me. Because sometimes I can't see for myself. Often times, for many of us, it takes a third party to intervene in order for one to see clearly. It allows one to sit back and think, and see it from another point of view. If ever I'm in an argument with somebody and that person isn't giving me enough to understand their argument, I seek the guidance of somebody intelligent, whom I trust. It's usually one of three people. I explain to them the situation, and they have to be unbiased and tell me the truth. Whether the truth is that I'm right and the other person wrong, or vice versa, is not what I care about. Instead, I want to honestly see it from another point of view. It being the point/argument, of course.
Someone once told me I was emotionally detached. Another said I have intimacy issues. And a third said I was cold. Damn. That's crazy. I had to really sit back and consider my thoughts, words and actions to conclude whether or not these accusations were false. While these people had amo to conclude these things, they aren't at all true. I would consider myself a very emotional person. However, I'm emotional when the situation merits me to be. I'm dramatic. Indeed I am. My facial expressions, my speech, my body language etc. all prove that. I can't show emotion or move unless I deem the situation worthy of such action. If someone who I don't know, who is not important to my friends/family dies, I cannot be affected much by it, because quite frankly me, my friends and my family did not know that person. Does that make me heartless? I don't know? Some would argue so. But such is life.
When the children died at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newton Connecticut, it was indeed a sad situation. Beyond a reasonable doubt, that merited discussion and tears. However, I couldn't cry or talk too much about it, because that wasn't going to bring them back. I didn't know anybody affected by that incident, and thus I proceeded with my daily routines. I watched the news, I read the articles and I listened to audio as an aspiring public relations representative/attorney should. But I didn't think that doing the aforementioned things was completely necessary.
Am I emotionally detached because you don't get the reaction you want when you tell me something? Or am I legitimately emotionally detached? Do I have intimacy issues because I can't get intimate with somebody I'm not close to/have serious relations with or  do I truly have intimacy issues? Am I cold because I tell it like it is without sugar coating anything or am I physically and mentally cold? Hmm food for thought

Yum.

Before I go back to school on the 18th, to fulfill my residential life duties, I need to visit a few eateries that I've heard nothing but great things about. 

For 1.
The Door
Located in Rochdale
"The best Jamaican food in Queens"

Secondly.
Serendipity 3
Manhattan, 60th street between 2nd&3rd avenues

After.
Max Brenner
Better known as "Chocolate by the Bald Man."
Union Square.

Finally.
Negril
The Village
This is nothing new to me though.
Been there. Ate that. Loves it!

What's trending?

Leather on cotton, leather on silk, leather on nylon, leather on polyester. Leather on everything. 

I have to admit, this is a trend that I do love. I love leather done well, not in excess. Blazers with leather sleeves,jackets/coats with leather panels, leather snap backs, the works! It's Murielle approved.

I don't do well with character assassinations. Constructive criticism translates way easier to me.

Tis the season.

To be "cuffed"? Or maybe Snuffed?

"The irony when you get what you want, you don't always want it." I say I want surprises, I want chivalry, I want consistency, and all that good stuff, but when I got the former, I wanted the opposite. I need to make my mind up man. I need to figure out what I want.But that's the beauty of being young and single. I get to figure out what I like/dislike, and apply it to future and current relationships.

In the past month, myself and a couple of my friends have experienced the same things. Idk if there's something in the water, orrrrrr.....yea? Idk. We experienced consistency for some time. It was lovely. We also experienced being wined and dined. That too was lovely. But, poof, out of the blue, the tides turned. The game was switched up, and the tables were turned.

While back at the ranch, we were keeping all our eggs in separate baskets. We were having our cake and eating it too. We were appreciated. But then, the other party in our situations all did something similar. Either they let down a big bomb, switched it up, started being completely honest or simply stopped caring. I was confused. Like legitimately confused. I am always in a state of perplexity, so don't mind me. But my friends were confused too. I guess that made my confusion more valid. But yea, all of us, were taken aback, but didn't fret. Because at the end of the day, there were plenty more where our situations came from. Like I said, we dispersed our eggs into different baskets. One person's loss is another person's gain. I know it's not something we were doing wrong. Oh God no! I just think that switching the game up is the "in" thing to do. Of course unstable and questionable people are going to do whats "in". But that's our fault I guess? At the end of the day, one got snuffed, two got cuffed, one was left with a mark, and one is still trying to get in where he can fit in. We need to make wiser decisions. These are all learning experiences that I wouldn't trade for the world. If I would have known better, I still would have proceeded as I did. If not, I wouldn't learn to appreciate those who can do it properly.

Spoil me with consistency.

OLUBWALE FOLARIN.

Better known as Wale, dropped a mixtape on Christmas Eve. I'm a fan of Wale. Always have been since The Mixtape about Nothing. Since then, Wale has gained much recognition, dropped two albums  joined Maybach Music Group, switched up his flow and most recently has been nominated for a Grammy.

I'm a fan of Wale because of his poetic flow and consciousness. However, since his joining of MMG, I feel like his music isn't the same. Don't get me wrong, he still has it. He still speaks to me, but not as he did before. I feel current day Wale is one who has crossed the indie/underground rapper threshold and is now more commercialized. I hate when that happens to the best of them. It happened to Kanye, Pusha T, and I feel like it's about to happen to Kendrick Lamar. The likes of Common and Childish Gambino are still underrated so they haven't fed into the hype, which I love. 

Folarin the mixtape was good. It wasn't great. I don't know why I thought I was going to get old Wale with this one. While there were hints and teases of old Wale, it wasn't enough for me. My favorite tracks are: Cool of feat. Jhene Aiko, Money Changes feat. Chrisette Michelle and Get Me Doe feat. 2 Chainz. Ironically, my favorites are all featuring somebody. I feel like he had too many features on this one. I wanted Wale with minimal features. But I got Wale with mostly features. 

Fiscal this, fiscal cliff.

Courtesy of cbs.com

At midnight, not only did the year change, but the anticipated fiscal cliff was supposed to implemented.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term "fiscal cliff", its the 2011 Budget Control Act going into effect. Which means,

"The end of 2011's temporary payroll tax cuts (resulting in a 2% tax increase for workers), the end of certain tax breaks for businesses, shifts in the alternative minimum tax that would take a larger bite, a rollback of the "Bush tax cuts" from 2001-2003, and the beginning of taxes related to President Obama’s health care law. At the same time, the spending cuts agreed upon as part of the debt ceiling deal of 2011 will begin to go into effect. "

However, according to the New York Times, three hours before the midnight deadline, The Senate conjured up "a deal" that would turn away the fiscal cliff. What does this mean? For more information, visit Article, for an article courtesy of The New York Times.

329.

Well, well, well. How nice of me to finally come out of hiding eh?

It has been almost an entire year since I last posted. That is entirely unacceptable and too long. After I was required to post assignments for one of my journalism classes, I lost the drive to post about the things that I liked. You know, fashion, style, current events, books, my life, spoken etc; for all of my loyal followers. It's new years day, and I felt like it was only right to start this back up again. Since I've last posted, so much as happened in my life. You know, 329 days is a lot of time. Of course I'ved laughed, cried, laughed, smiled, screamed, argued and all that good stuff.

More significantly, I cut a majority of my hair off back in August. Since then, it has grown a great deal, but that was a major point that occurred in my absence that I had to share. I'm now a second semester junior, with 3 semesters remaining of my undergraduate career. This past fall was one of my toughest semesters. I just had a lot going on. At first it was hard to juggle and balance, but I eventually got the hang of it. I'm glad that's over with. But I can also say I'm a proud brother of Phi Alpha Delta Pre Law Fraternity. I rushed a frat. Who would have thought?

As for catching my dreams? I'm slowly but surely doing so. One step at a time, my dreams are coming to fruition. I had big plans for Versatility at its Finest. And honestly, they too were coming to fruition but all of a sudden I became bored and asked myself what was the point of all this? The shirts? The models? The brand? The blog? I began to question everything. It was overwhelming. People at school referred to me as the girl with the dream catcher shirts. Idk if I liked that. I was new to the university, as I transferred from John Jay last fall, so I needed to cultivate my own and get comfortable with the changed before I just hopped into promoting the blog.

People who I mistakenly thought I could trust tried to take advantage. They saw something with potential such as the shirts that I created to promote this here blog, and they wanted in. While I was blinded by their initial motives, I kept it cordial, and kept it moving.  I had plenty of support and was given plenty of advice, but it took me this long to fully comprehend and value that advice.

Now? I'm honestly just focusing on finishing school. This blog is supposed to be a stress reliever, but it was creating unnecessary stress which is why I stopped blogging for so long. I hope to keep my eye on the prize and blog again.