It was white outside.

I woke up around 9 this morning and it was white outside. I thought I would see more students walking to school if the university were open. I looked online and in red letters it stated:  University is OPEN on January 28, 2008. Fan-freaking-tastic. I went only went to my Media Writing class.

I played in the snow with Candysse for ten minutes. We had a pair of gloves and a pair of mittens. I handed one of each to Candysse to put on her hands as I put my miss-matching pair on my cold fingers. She asked why I mixed them and I told her that neither of us would have the advantage except for our snowball throwing skills. You know, equal opportunity. It was awesome. I wish my brothers were there to play with us. We even made a small pile of snowballs to throw at Carlos. As he opened the door for Candysse, it became my chance to sneak in and throw a snowball at him. 

Then we went to school. I could not be there for my Visual Journalism class, so I took sometime reading random news, articles, e!online (:D). I ran across this article that discussed how your friends affected your weight. It reminded me of how I thought about Kelly's visits (no offense, kelly). Whenever Kelly comes in town, I always manage to eat three hundred dollars worth of dine-in, take-out, fast food, or delivered meals. 

So-Ode to Good friends,good food, and good weight.

We only live once....let's get take-out.

buckhuit. the dog.

I found him on my birthday. Or, if I wanted to tell it like a fairy tale, could say he found me.

11/8/08 was my 21st birthday. The last significant birthday of my life until I turn 50. It was also the day my mother opened her restaurant. She thought it would bring good luck because it was my birthday and something about the moon. Who knows. Mother is superstitious like that. I was having a TERRIBLE birthday because all the stinkin' attention was on the stinkin' restaurant and the day was supposed to be ALL ABOUT ME. Don't get me wrong, it was important to me that my mother's opening went well and although it did go well, I was still a big baby because I wanted more attention. 

I'm very meticulous when it comes to things like special events. I have a secret dream to be a wedding planner or event coordinator. (I'd like to thank Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey for being my inspiration in The Wedding Panner. ) I found so many flaws on their first day, but who am I to pick at her place. This is HER dream, anyway. I left the restaurant and went to a park...to sulk and cry and whine. In the midst of my depression due to the lack of "Happy 21st Birthday!"s, I thought about what I could possibly do rid myself of such selfishness. As I wiped my tears, I saw him. This 3 pound, caramel colored, white pawed and chested puppy waddled aimlessly on the park sidewalk. We made eye-contact. Then he pounced toward me. That was when we fell in love.

I knew I couldn't keep him because my really awesome landlord would say "No". Also, the park where I found him is right behind a neighborhood. Therefore chances are high that he just dug his little paws into the ground and dug a little hole for his little body. I printed flyers and drove around looking for a possible puppy search party. 

Two weeks later, still with no response from the neighborhood, he was mine. He would be called Buckhuit. 

  Buckwheat is a character from the movie The Little Rascals. In the movie, this young boy had a love for dreadlocks, pickles, and his close group of friends. On those terms, I find that Buckwheat and I have a lot in common. Buckhuit is spelled differently because "huit" (pronounced: wheat) is French for "eight." It is my favorite and lucky number, not to mention-it is my birthday. The number 8 follows me EVERYWHERE. No need to explain. Just accept it. It's just the way it is.

That is why he is BuckHUIT and not BuckWHEAT. He is SO fantastic. 

I'm proud to introduce Buckhuit Nayan.

he is my friend. he has a dog named charlie, who my dog, buckhuit, has a man-dog-crush on.

jesse and i were in the car discussing the different live shows that come to memphis. as he continued describing one of his experiences at a show, we almost had a car accident. he was not paying attention and almost rear ended a truck in front of us. jesse quickly swerved the car to the left onto on-coming traffic. the car in the far turning lane saw us, therefore the car that would have actually hit us first, slammed on his brakes. 

We were too scared to turn around and see what damage we caused.

thank God for good brakes.

the heat is on.

As the rest of my street sleeps in comfort of warmth and light, the last couple of weeks, my electricity has managed to turn on and off multiple times. The first couple of days, my roommates and I handled it ourselves by simply switching the breakers. In the back of my mind, I knew  that drying my hair in the living room and applying my make up in the kitchen was NOT going to fly.  We told our land lord and it only took him a couple of days to get someone out here to fix it. 

So-I am here at my house pretending to be extremely busy in order to avoid any eye contact with the electrician.  He's cute. He's older. But he's cute. And it's FREEZING out side, and I cannot take the chances of eye contact, which could lead to involuntary "come outside. flip the switch. you stand here. ill move this" sort of work. . . 

Update: So, Gary, the electrician, needed my help. knock once if the heater turns off/ knock twice if the lights turn off.

I didn't have to knock at all. The heat is on.