i watched my first superbowl game.

It was an experience.

Also, this was the best commercial of the night:

And that's how you represent my city! I got a little misty-eyed.

guys.

I've been having trouble coming up with posts for this blog because:

one.

All I can think about is how fierce I am right now and how I want to go shopping still.

two.

I'm always exhausted when I get home. Two jobs (that involve standing for HOURS) plus school plus homework plus rehearsal plus extra life stuff is tiring.

three.

I always have these great topics to talk about but once I type them they sound dumb. Or people tweet, blog, say things that I probably shouldn't try to comment on here on this blog. Yet.

four.

Tumblr (link sometimes NSFW) is taking up my time.

five.

I don't want to bore you with body acceptance/ fat acceptance/ heavy society junk talk on the daily.

six.

Just love this number.

By the way, I have three pending posts and I'm just tweaking them. Also I plan to post more pics.

a boring recap of my life in recent times.

The past few weeks have been extremely hectic, but good at the same time. I have yet to take down my Christmas tree. Do not judge.

one:

I left one of my jobs and got a new one, so for two weeks I worked three jobs. Plus school. Plus sorority. Plus rehearsal.

two.

Speaking of rehearsal, I am doing Vagina Monologues in February! It's exciting, though there are some things a bit unnerving that I couldn't put my finger on until reading another woman-of-color's blog post about being in the Monologues. So many thoughts on race and empowe

rment and feminism running through my mind right now.

three.

I got a sew-in. A weave. Extensions. Whatever you want to call it, I got it. It's extra long and I feel really DIVA in it. The thing is, this is my first one, and I wassuper nervous about it. I'm not that kind of girl. I kept my hair the same most from middle school until I graduated college (with the exception of braids here and there.) The past year has brought some changes. I cut it last October or November, got kinky twists and stopped relaxing in July and now I have a weave. Super long. I love it. I think I might blog about my thoughts on hair another time. It's full of politics, and morals and feelings and stereotypes for Black women, at least.

four.

I've been eating crazy. And not that I want to diet (another post), but I do feel a lot better when I'm feeding myself things that aren't processed too much, full of salt or something like that. With that, I finally bought a few groceries. Because eating out these past weeks has been expensive and kind of icky feeling, even when I wasn't (which was most times) choosing fast food.

five.

I took an out-of-towner on a Detroit adventure. Finally. Love.

six.

Speaking of adventures, I got a new camera, but I fail at taking pictures while I'm out. I want to post more pics on this blog, so I need to get to it.

why i blog.

Blogging, for me, is an exercise in exhibitionism. I get to show off my brains. I can let my thoughts hang all out for people who want them, or even those who are simply passing through. I don't have to cover up or censor, and it makes me feel good to know that people are looking, reading, and maybe even thinking.

I want people to know what's in my head. I love that people can get that chance. I blog because I like to, not because I want to get a lot of readers or I want to use this to move up in the ranks of my profession or whatever. I just like to blog. I like writing. It's a release. It's a way to ask questions and find personal truths. It's where I can work out my feelings on this and that, and if someone is feeling brave enough to comment, I can also get and outside perspective, or validation, or just an Amen.

That brings me to this:

I'd love to categorize this blog as a fashion blog, or lifestyle blog, or relationship blog, or a music and culture blog, or an activism blog. But it's all of those and it's none of those. It's about my personal growth. And if I have readers who grow alongside me, fine. And if I have ZERO readers, fine.

Welcome back to

. . . and i drink cups of tea.

i drink cups of tea is coming BACK!

Guess who is coming back?
Me! With a revamp and everything.
Just let me finish this semester. . .

IRL || ranty mcrant-rant on online dating.

Whenever the topic of dating and/or relationships comes up, there's this hidden thing about using online dating sites -- that there's something inherently wrong with doing it. I've sat in on conversations where friends (those who are usually in relationships or something close to it) tell other friends to STOP considering even making a profile on one of these dating sites. I guess people look at it as a sign of desperation or failure or something like that.

I'll let you in on a secret: I've made profiles and/or talked to and even gone out with people from online dating sites. I want to date and if my circles don't include men (which often times they don't), and none of my friends can or want to introduce me to their male friends, and when I go out I'm only talked to to let guys know who my friend is, or I'm just not the type of woman the people I meet even care to ask out, WHERE THE HELL DO I FIND A DATE?

I don't think it's desperation or a bad look. I don't beg men in real life to date me, nor do I beg people online to. Most people get ignored, laughed at, or put in their place and guys still have to meet my criteria or a date is a no-go. Hell, an email address is a no-go.

I've known people who have met dates and even life partners from FACEBOOK, so how is online dating so different?

Anyway, that's my opinion. Judge all you want. Comment if you'd like.

LIFE || little brown girls: [y]our hair is beautiful. it's GOOD.

I am posting this everywhere, so if you've seen it other places from me. . . well, I don't apologize. This video made me smile:

I spent my whole life watching TV where the little brown girls (daughters) had to have long curls or straight hair (they were also usually very, very light-skinned no matter what the parents or brothers looked like). I like that the puppet's main look is a tightly coiled mop that doesn't blow in the wind. Now that I'm starting to discover my hair all over again, it's really speaking to me as well.