Hair, hair over here!

Right now I am currently texturized, and what that means  is  that I no longer get relaxers. I have been using texture softners to tame my new growth. Clearly my hair is still chemically altered, but in my sick mind I think texture softners are a lot less harmful.

Being texturized is no walk in the park. My hair is sooooooo coarse, and  the magic of the texture softner only works for 3 weeks after its applied. I had my first texture softener in October, and my second one in January. Prior to my first texture softner I was relaxed. To be honest with you, if I could go back in time and remain relaxed I would. I hate my texturized hair because its outrageously unmanageable, and it also requires so much attention. As a relaxed sister I could a night or two without moisturizing and sealing,  but nowwwww?!? Ugh!

Now im at  a crossroads of figuring out what can keep my two textures moisturized. I also would like to gradually cut off my relaxed ends. Maybe the more hair I cut off, the easier it will be to tolerate my mane. Anywayz I want to document my hair journey here. I'll be posting protective styles, progress I've made, products I love, and hair related articles. Anywho I included a picture of my updo created by putting bantu knots in my hair, think it came out cute. Lol...toodles yall.

If Only For One Night

So, I'm sitting here listening to the tunes of Luther Vandross. The song "If Only For One Night" is my jam!!! As I listen to this song I can't help but to wonder, what if tomorrow night was my last night on Earth? What if tomorrow was the last day I would see the blue skies, chirping birds, receive a hug, give a kiss to someone I love? What if tomorrow night was the last night I got to hold my honey in my arms, and fall asleep while watching him sleep. Sheesh. If tomorrow was my last day alive where would I go, what would I do? Can I truly say that I've lived my life to the fullest? In 2013 I would like to challenge myself to live like this is my last year to live. What if it is my last year alive? If this were my final year on Earth that'd be kinda sad. I'd hate to die, and say that I hardly lived. So yes....operation live it up in 2013 is in effect! (As soon as I get a stable job...lol....let's be realistic here).

All jokes aside though, there are a few things that I would like to be MANDATORY before 2013 makes its exit such as:

• Go to the beach and walk on a boardwalk as the sun is setting (cheesy I know, but hey I gotta do it)
• Ride a horse ( I wanted to do this for so many years now...but as usual I put it off)
• Kiss in the rain (maybe a little more) like in those romantic movies ( Haaaaaaaa haaaaaaa see what Luther is doing to me. Black girls are not usually down with their hair getting wet, but I'd like to make the exception just once.)
• Go on vacation with cash in my pockets (I've gone on vacations with my mom far too many times with my pockets being far too empty. After all, I was a struggling college student.)
• Get a belly button piercing----> Obviously that means the body has to get into tip top shape

Ehh I guess that's it so far for my 2013 bucket list. I promise you all that these things will happen before 2014......tired of living like I'm guaranteed 60 more years of life. Dang Nabbit, I have to start living. Nothing is promised to anybody. 

President Obama's Inauguration

So pretty much for the majority of the day I was posted up at home. As much of you already know today was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but that's not alllllllllll! It was also the Inauguration day of Barack Hussein Obama, the 44th president. Today, similar to 4 years ago when he was elected to office the first time, I was moved. Today was a historical day because not only do we have a black president in office, but today he took office for a second term. January 21, 2013 is extremely special to me, and let's not forget to mention this is the 50th anniversary of Dr. King's I have a dream speech. I know a lot of people might be sick of the whole "oh they keep praising Obama because he is a black president" but to me him being in office is more than that. To me, him being in office means that Dr. King's dream has come to light. The thing that strikes me is that fact that we can live among each other with peace and love.

Equality wasn't something far fetched and because we turned the other cheek like Dr. King instructed us to, look at how far we have come. There is a black man in office, gays are no longer taboo, everyone can vote, women can participate in government, and my future son knows that he can be somebody.

During my last semester of school I remember doing a paper on Dr. King and getting so emotional. I  read his autobiography written/edited by Clayton Clairborne, and I tell you that is the most I have cried while reading any piece of literature. I connected with Dr. Kings letters, the stories of how blacks were tormented, humiliated, and made to feel inferior. After I finished his autobiography I thanked the lord for the people (women, children, college students) who put their lives at stake in order to really and truly obtain FREEDOM. I then thought of Obama who didn't use this accomplishment of being "the first black president" as something to divide us, instead he used it as something to bring us TOGETHER.

So here is to you Barack Obama.....And here is to you Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Thank You For Paving The Way.

America, The Land of The Free.

  Oh.... And Here Is Beyonce During The 2008 Inaugural Ball....This Moment Will Be In My Head For The Rest of My Life.  Black Love <3 p="p">

Try, Try Again?

If you try hard enough, something good will come of it eventually.

The situation is temporary.

The knowledge that I gained in college is valuable and I'm better for having gained it.

I copied these three bullets down to use as a daily reminder. I'm seriously down you guys. I've been browsing the net, and I found that it is common for college graduates to suffer from depression. I sleep late into the day, I always make plans to leave my house but never do, I don't want to interact with people outside of my family, and the more I get rejected from jobs the more I want to stay home in bed. If these "symptoms" persist I may have to see a therapist to get out of this zone.