53. Might Be My Last

It's time for me to grow up a little bit and appreciate other ways to grow. My way of growth is shown by a whole new URL address and template design.

Farewell, BlogSpot, I'm moving on...

Aka..Mr. Envy Me

In comparison to the 22 years of my life, I would have to say 23 was the most challenging year of my existence. Although, I may not recall the other 20 something years, these 365 days are the ones I don't think I'll be able to forget. I lost so much, but gained a massive amount of appreciation and perspective on the things that at some point in my life never mattered or were defined in small words and little expression. I may not want to relive each experience through writing, but let's just say that I am NOT the same person that I thought I was at this exact time this year or even yesterday.

I would truly have to say that I have finally buried myself in infinite cliches that proclaims life lessons within every mistake, in my case, my very own mix-tape.

I was never a Jordan fan, maybe that's why 23 shoved me down a rabbit hole. Maybe I'm about to find out that 24 will always be better.

(Hehe... Pun shmun)

51. For the Grown and Now Sexy

Scary... Two years ago I wrote this dedicated to "the little ones." Now, they're both IN college! Gross. Prom came and went in a red BCBG gown and the Debutante spun circles to "Superhuman", and here I am thinking of what to say before one moves out and the other runs away.

Goodbye Teen Angst. Welcome, Rebellion.

Don't think I was never the type to think of ways to get out of the house or visualize how it's going to be when I'm far from home (which means being countless miles away from Mom and Dad, also known as momentary freedom). I don't think you should underestimate me and my age and dispute our measly age difference with the generic, "Ate, it's different now..." or one of my favorites, "You don't understand." Come on.. And I can easily respond with another cliche, "Been there, done that," but you'll just roll your eyes and contrive multiple strategies to lure yourself out of this uncomfortable conversation, just so you can text your boyfriend, who to you is "Babe" and probably "The One," where to me, he's just "Him."

You see, between your age and mine, including everyone else after me, it's the time to delve and explore LIFE! Trust me,your best friends aren't always going to your favorite people, your soul mate can end up being the one you can live without, and you will constantly change. One day, you can wake up and realize, "that the major you majored in make no money" and you'll feel like you're stuck on a road leading to label yourself as a College Dropout. That's never the case. Be optimistic. Dream BIGGER. Do more for yourself to make you happier. All of these things, bad and good, will keep you healthy. You might lose your sanity, but all the best people are mad.

I know that you had found "love." The feeling has finally sunk in that he could be it(And now I'm rolling my eyes). I don't have to clarify my story, simply put, it could end. I need you to be strong. I want you to embrace who you are without him, because it will be you who graduates, you who will get your first internship with the biggest corporation, you who will get yourself out of bed every morning to be on time, you will be the one who will decide whether or not you're going to take a hit, you'll be the one to define you, because with your intelligence, I'm certain you won't let him clarify your existence to anyone.

I do know how important he is, but you're much more important at this point of your growing life. Comprehend that things can change and you and him have the power to hurt each other.

I love you guys very much, but it's your life and all I can do is preach and write hoping that you'll tattoo, not all, but some of my rant on your arm so that every time you reach out for something, you won't be afraid.

Now, let's hug it out.

And then Feffer Screamed "50!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

49. Nu-Nu Shit

I've been really antsy about my new projects approaching and I've already started my investment plans and everything on them.

I'm going to start a new blog based on one thing. I'll figure it out as the time passes. I'm not sure if I'm bored or am on a social media/blog kind of sporadic rush.

Allow me to breathe a little bit with this playing in the back....

48. EGG-SITED

Deep down inside I look like Rus because I am THIS excited...




New project vastly approaching...

47. Poutine Please?

Dude, I'm warning you, America...

Canada is taking over everything, except the NBA.

46. Mack 'n Me

I rarely take pictures of food or brag about a meal I've had, but this time will be my first. This meal has the credibility to take an entry from my safari of pointless rambling.

I wish I can share with you my findings, but I'd respect the fact that I know where this gem is and you can rummage your way around the Internet, the county and even 411 to find THE BEST mac 'n cheese I've ever had.



**Take note that it's so good that I would request this meal to be my last meal on my death bed.**

45. "I'm Sippin' that Bub."

All of a sudden B just became Gaga's Yin to her Wang.


Dooooope.

44. Like R.L and Deborah Cox

I've been going back and forth with this FB love/hate relationship that I've constructed and I came up with the ultimate list of why I don't need to blend in the Facebook hype.

Ready?

I hold accounts to the following social media outlets that allows me to participate in the same functions as FB would, but in different outlets to different crowds:

(1.) Twitter: I'm able to view people's statuses of my choice, not by force, instead of being bombarded with status updates that refer to one's significant other, an intoxicated moment, moans and groans about what day of the week it is, a bitching hungover broad, and hopes and desires that people explicitly post. Oh..and I'd be waaaaay too embarrassed to show people that I'd be Facebook friends with the Kardashians, so instead I can stalk them on Twitter.

(2.) Yelp: a forum dedicated to semi-justified reviews of places and things from individuals that I cannot judge from what I know about their character and my personal rating scale of how relevant their intelligence is regarding uh... everything.

(3.) Shutterfly: I have the capability to reveal my non-skilled photographs privately or share them with selected family members and friends AND in return I don't have to see any solo angled mirror shots of some fatty.

(4.) Evite, Emails, BBm and Text: Invitations and such can be corresponded and spread through the following. No need to utilize the FB feature, but I shall continue to use it...when I feel like it.

(5.) The real homies know where I work, how I currently look like, what life changing moments I'm surpassing, the foods I eat for breakfast, the melodramatic instances of the night before, what socks I'm wearing, my every day discoveries and so on and so forth. I don't need to share them with people that I have yet to speak to or refuse to speak to.

I've tossed and turned, flipped and slipped with Facebook, but now we've parted with a possible return for event or lurking purposes (hehe).

Other than that, I'm displaying a course of action as I ban FB, but delve into the delectable treats of other social nets that I devour my hours and sweet time into, instead of simply being a member where all of these occur. I enjoy piling my desktop with bookmarks and such. Ah yes... I am truly a work of art.

Signed,
The Hypocrite

43. Time to Make it Eternal

"Take me to another place.
Take me to another land.
Make me forget all that hurts me.
Let me understand your plan."

42. The Daily

"It's not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future. It's about the ride, for Christ's sake. There is no point in going through all this crap, if your are not going to enjoy the ride. And you know what... when you least expect something great might come along. Something better then you even planned for."

41. "I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger on the trigger..."

Yes...

It's about that time to advertise my goods.

It will be updated as much as I blog. Ha!

Ps. Me and FB are no longer lovers. He was more of a summer fling. It's me and a FB-less life.

Keep it 100!