gucci bandana, gucci gucci bandana
Monday, May 25, 2009 by jasmine
i am entirely too old to be enjoying soulja boy songs. but, "turn on my swag" and "gucci bandana" are two of my jams. regression. my 19 year old self had the sense to at least be ashamed of occasionally cranking that soulja boy, but 21 year old jasmine is all shamelessly "gucci bandana, gucci gucci bandana."
anyway.
i am in college park, maryland. collipark, bubba sparxx. no, jk. i had the longest day. airports are too stressful. the whole atmosphere is tense and uncomfortable. while i love to be in new and different places, the process of getting there is atrocious. it tends to bring out the worst in people. i must say, though, i'm really proud of myself for being able to maintain my composure while my father was in complete wanker mode. god, he was so unpleasant, but i've reached a place of zen where i no longer take it personally. when we finally got to d.c., we got mad lost looking for his hotel. that hotel, by the way, is tripping. 10 dollars a day for wi-fi? trifeeee. my friend s met us there, and she took us to the abode where i will be residing for at least the next three months. it is too cute. it's a really quaint, cozy but spacious house, in a nice neighborhood. i'm excited to decorate my room, and hopefully will quickly be able to upgrade from this air mattress to a cute little trundle bed.
there is this little diner nearby that has really great food. however, the service sucks so hardcore. not gonna lie, the staff is really black, and god, not to say that flakiness/inefficiency is relegated to black people (please, i've lived in too many vanilla burbs to believe that). nevertheless, there is something about when a lot of black people are concentrated in one place that often leads to an increased probability of ish not getting done. seriously, the second time my friend and i went there to get ice cream before midnight, it took HALF AN HOUR to get our ish. and it was far from busy. it does not take that long to make a sundae and a root beer float. not cute.
oh, i also experienced the metro. a tad overwhelming. i have to keep reminding myself that millions of people navigate subways daily, so it is not impossible to conquer. but it will definitely be a couple of weeks before i start doing any legit exploring.
i saw where i work though. i am, like, a mile away from the white house! obeezy and i are going to be besties in no time. and i'm pretty close to, like, some branch of the fbi, the department of justice, the federal reserve, and other things that only a total political nerd would find exciting. squee! so stoked. so so stoked.
can't wait until i can take hecka, hecka photos.
anyway.
i am in college park, maryland. collipark, bubba sparxx. no, jk. i had the longest day. airports are too stressful. the whole atmosphere is tense and uncomfortable. while i love to be in new and different places, the process of getting there is atrocious. it tends to bring out the worst in people. i must say, though, i'm really proud of myself for being able to maintain my composure while my father was in complete wanker mode. god, he was so unpleasant, but i've reached a place of zen where i no longer take it personally. when we finally got to d.c., we got mad lost looking for his hotel. that hotel, by the way, is tripping. 10 dollars a day for wi-fi? trifeeee. my friend s met us there, and she took us to the abode where i will be residing for at least the next three months. it is too cute. it's a really quaint, cozy but spacious house, in a nice neighborhood. i'm excited to decorate my room, and hopefully will quickly be able to upgrade from this air mattress to a cute little trundle bed.
there is this little diner nearby that has really great food. however, the service sucks so hardcore. not gonna lie, the staff is really black, and god, not to say that flakiness/inefficiency is relegated to black people (please, i've lived in too many vanilla burbs to believe that). nevertheless, there is something about when a lot of black people are concentrated in one place that often leads to an increased probability of ish not getting done. seriously, the second time my friend and i went there to get ice cream before midnight, it took HALF AN HOUR to get our ish. and it was far from busy. it does not take that long to make a sundae and a root beer float. not cute.
oh, i also experienced the metro. a tad overwhelming. i have to keep reminding myself that millions of people navigate subways daily, so it is not impossible to conquer. but it will definitely be a couple of weeks before i start doing any legit exploring.
i saw where i work though. i am, like, a mile away from the white house! obeezy and i are going to be besties in no time. and i'm pretty close to, like, some branch of the fbi, the department of justice, the federal reserve, and other things that only a total political nerd would find exciting. squee! so stoked. so so stoked.
can't wait until i can take hecka, hecka photos.
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Um so when you and O.B. are all besties and such, tell him to tell michelle to work on her smile. Also we both know when black folks congregate nothing gets done until the very last minute of someone's agitation.