Issa Rae Telling It Like It Is!

Issa Rae Telling It Like It Is!

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so what

so what im addicted to cleaning velcro 

so what i think pickles should be the only vegetable that the human body needs.

so what i lose every chap stick that i buy a week after i buy it

so what i laugh more than i cry

so what i cry

so what i like to go into detail about unimportant things

so what i think reese cups are my therapist 

so what im an egg eatin’ vegetarian 

so what i like to watch ocean documentaries, to make myself more comfortable with the large bodies of water

so what i brush my teeth 3 times a day

so what i dont watch the news as much as i watch reality tv 

so what i think snooki is the coolest girl ever

so what i have a rock and button collection

so what ive seen love jones well over 100 times 

so what…

is there something on my face

as humans we are bound to look at another person. maybe to admire something they’re wearing or even just to admire them. its natural. i do it. what i don’t like is when people look at you like they have a problem with you. i mean they stare for a good while. for example im on the train this morning and there is this man. who’s handsome might i add. so we exchanged a few glances. that’s normal. but a few stops later a lot of people get on. there is a woman, maybe the same age as me. black and carrying a big box in her hand. i noticed from behind her that the way she had her hair styled was really cute. but that’s her hair. it was so many people on the train that she couldn’t have seen me look at her hair. i have looked away and went back to making sure that i don’t miss my stop. but a few seconds later this chick is staring straight in my face. and its not a friendly look either. it was one that could’ve been personal. she actually had a poop face on. maybe she had to poop. i don’t know. but that’s just one of those things about people i just don’t understand. if you’re going to take the time to stare at someone, a stranger at that, try to smile or at least smirk. cause giving a complete stranger the stink eye or poop face is totally uncalled for. but if you’re giving the poop face and you really have to poop, maybe its best that you don’t share that with the entire world. 

just saying.

peace…nikki

Mr. F-Off: Part 2

Monday afternoon 

Guy: Hey 

Me: Hi 

Guy: What are you doing?

Me:Working 

Guy: Where do you work?

Me: Nonprofit in DC. 

Guy: How are you doing today?

(too busy at work to respond)

few hours later

Guy: What are you doing after work?

Me: Im off, at the gym right now. 

Guy: K cool 

Guy: What are you doing after work?

Me:…..

Guy: gym

Me: Home

Guy: k cool

Me:……

Guy: So you want to go out this weekend?

Me: Uhhh sure

Guy: So you want to go out this weekend?

Me: You must be anxious or something?

Guy: No, why?

Me: Because you keep asking a lot of questions and repeating yourself.

Guy: No, that’s just me.

Me: Hmm ok 

Guy: Apologies

Me: That’s cool 

Guy: So we can meet up sometime this weekend?

(thinking to myself, you just did it again!!!) 

Me: Friday is best for me. 

Guy: Ok cool, its a date then. 

Me: So, what you have in mind for Friday?

Guy: Maybe going to get some ice cream or something. 

Me: Oh…ok 

Guy: Is that ok?

Me: I wouldn’t have exactly picked that, but its fine. 

Guy: What else did you have in mind?

I never respond and the conversation is over…I need to consult with Ivory on this one. 

So, after I talk to Ivory (my cousin), we go through the entire situation and I come to the conclusion that I don’t have any interest in going out with him. It has nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to do something that I didn’t. Just the entire situation was crazy form the beginning. Asking me if I was a virgin, repeating everything, asking me to be his girl and then telling me to look somewhere else. I actually lost interest in him a after the virgin question. But after talking to someone about giving second chances I felt that was necessary. I also felt that I couldn’t do to someone what has happened to me more often than not. Reject him. But Ivory had to make me realize that I wasn’t obligated to accept is offer. And that it was ok that I didn’t like him. So then came the time to tell him I didn’t want to go out anymore. Now, I know all too well that how you tell someone you’re not interested is the most important part of telling them. So I made sure that I chose my words wisely. After a couple of ideas came up I finally settled on “Im not interested in going out anymore.” There it was and I quickly pushed the send button before I started to second guess myself. Within a minute I recieved a message that said, “Whatev fuck off.”

I honestly couldn’t do anything but laugh, delete the messages and go in with my night. All the while feeling very happy that I didn’t go out with him. Ah well, we live and we learn.

peace

nikki

I hate walking in the bathroom knowing that the previous person took a poop and I have to suffer for it.

Mr. F-Off: Part 1

Friday Night

Guy: I would really like to take you out.

Me: Ok, that’s cool. 

Guy: Great, so next weekend is fine?

ME: Yeah, that’s perfect.

Guy: So, I can come pick you up for dinner?

Me: I’d rather we meet at the restaurant.

Guy: Ok, that’s fine. 

Guy: Are you a virgin?

Me: (thinking to self…WTF?) Why do you want to know that?

Guy: Jw

Me: What does that mean?

Guy: Just wondering.

Me: Oh…

Guy: Apologies 

Me: Do you ask all the women you meet this question? 

Guy: I already apologized for it, so I don’t want to dwell on it.

Me:……

Guy: So, how many other people are you seeing?

Me: Ummm, Im not seeing anyone at the moment. 

Guy: Ok, can we date?

Me: But we hardly know each other.

Guy: Im not asking you to be my women. I just asking if we can date.

Me: (thinking to myself: thats the same damn thing) Well, we’ll do that next weekend. 

Guy: Ok, what happened to your last relationship?

Me: (thinking to myself: whats with all the damn questions) It was over 3 years ago, long distance didn’t work out. So…yeah. 

Guy: What do you want in a relationship?

Me: I’m not looking for a relationship. Are you?

Guy: Yes, and if you just want to play around and not have anything serious like me then you might as well look somewhere else.

Me: (thinking to myself: you contacted me) 

Deletes number and messages, back to Food Network and enjoying my damn night!

Confirmation that NY is the place for ME!

So last summer I applied to GWU graduate school for Public Admin. This was also around the same time that I applied to Pace University in NYU for Publishing. Anyhow, I applied to both and hadn’t heard back from neither school by October. So in an effort to relieve myself of some stress I called to get an answer.

Let me make something clear that Pace University has been my number one choice since my sophomore year in undergrad. I didn’t develop a liking to public admin until I joined AmeriCorps.

Back to the story, so one day after work I called Pace to find out if I gotten accepted. It had taken so long that I started to dismiss the idea that I would ever get in. I also didn’t think that highly about it because it has one of the best Publishing programs in the country which makes it very competitive. Anyway, so I called and got someone on the phone. I asked when were decision letters going to be sent out and the woman asked for my name and social security number then told me to hold. (I guess at some point I should say that Im in a public library while making this call, huh?)

As I’m on hold so many thoughts are running through my mind. Most of them are the different ways that they are going to say why I didn’t get in. Others are what in the hell am I going to do with my life if I don’t get in. I could go back to being a waitress, or I could become a nanny, I could go back to South Korea and teach. Yeah…that sounds like the better plan. I refuse to be stuck in her not doing things that I want to do. I start to go to far in my random thinking so I bring myself back and concentrate on the crappy music the play while your on hold. (Did I also mention that I hate being on hold for more than 1 minute?)

The woman came back to the phone and said, “Miss Ingram, is looks as if they have just  made a decision and…” (I feel like I am going to piss my pants at this point.) “…you have been accepted to the Masters in Publishing Program for the Fall of 2012.” Out of shock, disbelief and plain ole ignorance I say, “Shut up!” Now, I know that was a bad response but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I was expecting this woman to tell me that I didn’t get in. I was prepared for rejection. I didn’t have a reaction ready if I were to be accepted. My next move was that I just started crying. Haha typical….

After I asked the woman 2 more times if she was sure that I got in I was finally convinced that I wasn’t being lied to. I got off the phone, packed my things and left the library. There was now way I would be able to function with that news. No way! I left the library, made all my important calls and then cried again. I was just left in shock. I couldnt believe that something I felt impossible became undeniably possible.

Now for the past few months I have just been waiting for time to pass by and prepare myself for this new life. Then I realized that I had forgotten that I applied to GWU. At this point I didn’t really care to know if I had been accepted or not. I mean I was accepted into my number pick, nothing else mattered. But in the back of my mind I wanted to know if I got in. Ironically a few days after I was thinking about this I received an email from GWU informing me that a decision was made. So, I log into my account and click on the decision button. Up pops a letter stating that I did not get in. Now, normally I would be bummed about not getting in. But I was elated! When I read that letter it just made me want to be in NY ever more than before. 

This may be difficult for people to understand but for a long time I have wanted to be in this program. I have wanted nothing more than this. To be in NY and work in a field that I am most passionate about. And now that I get to live my dream and start taking the steps to my future and towards my goals, I will let nothing or no one stop me from getting there. I know that in August my life will change and Im ready for it. I just hope its ready for me. 

peace

nikki

A Polite Jackass

Sitting with some friends we were discussing different characteristics of being a jackass. Now this may sound strange but it was really an interesting conversaton. When it comes to me and someone being a jackass, I understand it. People are unhappy with certain areas of their life and out of anger they choose to take it out on others. Whatever….now im not implying that they are like that all the time, just at some point in their life. What I dont like is when the jackass has truly offended someone, aware of the offense and doesnt acknowledge it. Now I know some people wont agree with me on this and say that its never ok to be a jackass but honestly Im not looking for others opinions, this rant is just for me. I do know one thing though…if i was the one being offended by the jackass they would know.

So to all you seldom jackasses out there, try to own up to it sometimes and make an apology for once.

peace

nikki

Ive been away for a week but it feels much longer than that. Work has been slightly busier than normal and I was away in Pittsburg for a conference. But there are so many things I want to talk about. To keep this post from being a bitch rant I will break it up. So enjoy “How to be a polite Jackass” next…

Peace

nikki