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.