Dear Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS!

Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS!, I've been attempting to ignore your lil punk ass but I can't do it any longer. I don't know why I act surprised when you visit. You are about as predictable as my menstrual cycle. The longer the string of good news, the more I need to get the guest bedroom ready for you to move in and stay a while. Usually I am deeply emotionally effected by your visits, but each of your visits is becoming less and less effective.

This week:

1. I managed to FINALLY win my three year battle with Clark Atlanta University for my scholarship.
   
2. A random stranger paid for my groceries.
3. I cut ties with all energy consuming individuals in my life.
   
4. I executed a plan to get the hell away from Sister Paterson's lair.
   
5. I had a wonderful hair appointment.
6. I recieved the images for the front/back covers of both of my books.
7. I was placed in a training position at my job, ensuring job security and approval of my supervisor.
8. My car insurance policy was finally sorted out by an excellent company.
9. I spent valuable time with a very special person in my life.
10. I realized everything has come full circle and felt extremely blessed.

This was just to much for you wasn't it? Yea, I know.

When you attack, you attack big. You have to. You know I go hard n the paint, so you go hard too. I count my blessings so you know you have to take one huge shot at me to knock me on my ass. Fuck you.

U aint shit.

For this particular list of 10 you decided to gut punch that ass when Sister Paterson refused to put her tax information into the FAFSA so I could get government financial aid. You played against my strengths. I'm young and independent with no kids. According to the government, still a Dependent. You went through the person who pisses me off the most, and waited until you could attack the area in my life that means the most to me. You fucked with my Education & Money. Too-Shay my nig.

Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS! I've learned to deal with you over the years. Just as you know me, I know you too. I know what you're capable of and I know your limitations. Any mess you do can be undone. It may take some hard work and creative thinking, but every wrong will be made right. You know this. That's why I call you: Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS! All you can truly hurt are my feelings.

You figure I'll get in my feelings about something and make a rash decision. You think I'll merely react instead of stopping to think. Unfortunately, you aren't God. You aren't omnipotent. You don't truly understand my innerworkings. You smile at the fact that your attacks piss me off and cause tears. You fail to realize that I count that as motivation to fuel my determination.

Your the dumbass in the fight that gets their opponent to the ground, don't have the know how to finish the ass whoopin', walk away and get hit in the back of your peanut ass head with a fuckin brick. DAAAAAAAAAYYYYYMN!!!! YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!!!

Sound familiar?

Guess what, Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS!...the majority of my list this week was because of you. You cause me to reach higher heights and truly realize my potential. You knock me on my ass, but in the process you build me up.

In closing, I'll repost that list of 10 so you can see what all I've accomplished because of you.

1. You took away my scholarhsip. I got angry and fought for 3 years. I got it back, got a book out of the deal, and value everything more.
   
2. Not Applicable
   
3. You attacked my two closest male relationships. Two individuals in my inner circle decided to show their asses. I got anoyed. I cut ties with both, got my own damn phone plan, and have had the most drama free week in recent history!
4. You set me up. The house I was scammed/pressured into buying was foreclosed on so I ended up living with Sister Paterson. I got a job and worked long hours. I'm moving back into my favorite house in the whole wide world....the most peaceful place on earth...where it all began....my first house: in two weeks. I can now ease the anxiety of having my own shit while living in a controled and peacefull environment.
   
5. You attacked my hair. My old loctition broke appointments, used my expensive shampoo up on other clients, and tried to charge me for a style she messed up. I became riled up and found a new loctitian who is prompt, professional, and has excellent customer service skills with an excellent location and great prices.
6. You used my personal relationship with my first graphic designer to damage our business relationship. I became hurt and found a new graphic designer who designed two amazing front covers and an excellent back cover, showed me love on t-shirts...a logo...AND worked with a sistah's tight budget. I have a budding long term business relationship.
7. You got me fired. A 300 pound bitch claimed she felt her life was in danger because of me and I got fired so I got angry. I had a better paying job within a week. I love my job and I am earning the approval of my superiors through hard work not ass kissing.
   
8. You attacked all kinda random shit through my car insurance. An idiot company fucked up my insurance policy. I spent countless hours on the phone trying to get it corrected. I got angry. As a result, I got a new policy written by another company. I am extremely pleased.
9. You kept me away from a very special person. You killed two birds with one stone on this one. Took an angel home that affected the special person in my life & used my biggest pet peeves against me. We spent time together and it was great. I really value.
10. You keep trying to turn my circle into a damn square! The mintue I smooth out the rough edges in my life you throw me for another loop. Everything in my life HAS come full circle even if it has a few kinks. Your tactics are wack

Mr. FuKyAfEeLiNgS!....FUCK YOU!!!

Hell of A Ride!

I'm determined to ride this mothafucka til the wheels fall off! Of course i'm speaking about life. I couldn't be happier, and swear my art is suffering. I got whatever the hell Mary J. Blige got infected with. Her ass got so happy about life her art suffered. Sorry MJB, but I miss you when u were strung out on drugs....damn the music was good!!

I know I've been truly M.I.A this month, but I been grinding! Finally they created a Blogger application for the Android. Now I'm back in action like Jerry Curl Freetress Weave by Milky Way.

I'm excited ya'll!! The book is almost out and I have a fantastic man in my life (not a boyfriend...yet....just a damn good man). The bullshit with Clark can't even bring me down. For the record, those bastards yanked my scholarship back (AGAIN). I called to check on my paperwork and the man who reinstated the scholarship no longer works there. Guess what! He left no record. Now aint that some colored shit??? U wanna know what i did? I forwarded the stupid 2 line email from him to the woman over scholarships, started looking for a lawyer, and prepared a huge mail campaign to everybody from the board of trustees to professors.

Good ol CAU has til February 1st, 2009 before i seek legal action.

Life is a roller coaster with ups and downs. the ups creep up on you really slow, but the downs happen extremely quickly. You tend to remember the downs because you feel the effects more than the ups, but there's something about that ride up that makes you reflect on what the hell juss happened when u were down & what's about to happen when u peak. This Clark thing is just a minor dip in my life's ride. It's a hell of a ride and I'm stayin on it til the damn wheels fall off!!!

The Story, My Testimony, This is Me.

Busy Busy Busy!

Good lord I've been busy with this book and my company. There's so much to do and so little time. I think of all types of wonderfully deep and enlightening blog posts to put up, but every time I open my computer...I work!! I've never been happier or felt more fulfilled. I know that I am doing exactly what God intended me to do and it feels great.

This book began as some crazy idea. Hell, I don't even know what I was thinking when I grabbed my 5 Star Lil' Fat Notebook and furiously scribbled random topics having to do with college. I managed to save that notebook for two years until I finally decided to do something with it. Initially, I figured it'd be my hustle. I'd have bragging rights as an author and make some money on the side. It soon turned into a personal mission and is now the final step in my healing.

Once I officially make the book available for sale, my healing will be complete. I will be able to close that chapter of my life and move onto the next. I'm not overwhelmed, but I'm too excited to dedicate my time to just one thing. It's like reading your favorite novel then trying to read as fast as you can once you get to the end. You just want to finish, and you want to see what happens next.

I've been designing a flash website for my company (Noteworthy by Jaz), editing/formatting & promoting the book, and getting ready for my big move back to Atlanta. People tell me they wish they had my drive. I ask them why they feel they don't already have it? I am nothing but a big ol ball of pure passion. My struggle means nothing if I don't pull from it to grow.

I'm going to end this with a short paragraph/story I had to put together durring a training class at my job. I had to use the words: persevere, optimstic, opportunity, curiosity, challenge

"I've been faced wth many life challenges I've had to persevere through. My faith in God keeps me optimistic as I turn setbacks into opportunities. My curiosity keeps m wondering and exploring options of things to come. I am oh so very Flyy!"
-Jaz

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And the Rapper Says Thank You...

I'm not the one to cry. I'm not even the one to really get choked up over anything. At times I even think it takes an onion just to remind me that my tear ducts actually work. Don't ask me how it happened, but ya girl actually got a bit choked up on my way to work this morning.

While listening to Jazmine Sullivan sing about falling in love with another man, everything just hit me at once. I could suddenly hear Darwin telling me that I needed to get ready to write my autobiography because I was gonna be somebody important. I suddenly felt a sense that I was on the edge overlooking something big that I was about to walk into with all the confidence in the world.

I stated it first in my Dear Hater letter. I am motivated by haters. They are my fuel. The hater fueling my writing career is the very first hater I ever had. It was the asshole at The Call Newspaper who misquoted me when I almost had a children's book published in elementary school. He flipped my words and quoted me as saying that the writing part was hard but the illustrations were fun and easy. Hell, the illustrations were the hard part! I couldn't draw for shit so I used various types of paper and cut out little shapes to piece my drawings together. It took forever!!!!!

Making matters worse, he said that my early success would most likely not lead to anything. Who the hell was he to announce to the world that there was a slim to none chance I'd actually get anywhere where this writing thing?! If I wasn't so upset at being misquoted, I really could have gotten discouraged by his remark. I still have the newspaper clipping and am hell bent on stalking him and sending him a copy of the article along with other articles I've had published writing BY me in a newspaper 100x bigger than the one he wrote for. I also plan to send it with a copy of the book, and an article about my book.

He popped my Hater Cherry!

The feeling I felt in the car was so much deeper than the satisfaction of showing somebody up that worked against me in life. I felt a sense of purpose. Like everything in my life had built up to this very moment. To this book. If I would have never gone through the things I had gone through....If I had never met the people I had met.....If I had never made the decisions I made (good and bad)....this book would have never come to be.

I just really took time to thank God for everything. I finally understood why so many rappers thank God despite their often unruly lyrics. God truly takes you as you are. The more messed up you are, the more he can do with you. God changes you, but he does not change who YOU are. Those rappers realize that they got where they are because of Him even if the general public doesn't know their full story. The same applies with me. I look back over my life, and realized it was nothing but God.

I feel like I'm sitting on a best seller. I stand behind my book 100% and am fully prepared to throw every resource I have into this to see it through. I know if I put in the hard work, God will carry it to where it needs to be. He's gonna open the doors and I just have to have enough stamina to walk through them. I feel like I am beginning to fulfill the prophecy a man told me after praying for me. I just feel it in the very depths of my soul that I am somebody important at this very moment...

....Even if the world doesn't know it yet.

Disappearing Act

Call me Carmen Sandiego, cuz unless you are a super sleuth, you won't find me! I'm somewhere between Kansas or Missouri taking care of business. Don't bother sending me Facebook event invites. Don't ask me to come visit. Don't expect me to sit on the phone with you. I have shit to do! My book, "The Miseducation of an Urban Nerd" is almost complete. Everything is coming down to the wire, and I'm FOCUSED MAN!! I'm making the announcements in this blog before I pass them on to the rest of the world.

December 23rd & 27th - Photoshoot for the book
January 31st - Book will be available for sale on www.lulu.com in both Paperback & Ebook
March 15th - www.noteworthybyjaz.com will be live!
March 31st - Book will be availbe for sale on:

• Amazon.com
• BarnesAndNoble.com
• Bookstores can purchase from Ingram
• Listed in Bawkers Books in Print
• NoteworthyByJaz.com

I will also be starting an additional blog! I will be attempting to keep this wonderfly juicy, opinionated, and sexily writen piece of art under wraps for a while. I'm not ashamed of it by any means. Hell, it wouldn't be on the Internet if I was. It's just that the website will be extremely business oriented, and this blog isn't. The second blog will be hosted on WordPress and will be accessable from my website. It will be more motivationally oriented, PG, and will mostly give updates on what's going on with the business and the book.

Make sure and follow that one too, but keep it locked here for all the good stuff! We'll see how long this lasts. Sooner or later, the two blogs will be linked, but I'm not ready for all of that. That blog is work, this blog is play.

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A Hustler's Ambition

It's another one of those nights where my brain won't shut off. One idea gives way to the next, which leads to another, until I get no rest. I have A Hustler's Ambition. The nerdy part of me advocates sleep. Sleep is my body's way of resting and resetting. The hustler in me says, "Hell No!" In a state of temporary unconscious rest, I won't be able to brainstorm. I loose 8 hours of thoughts. Who knows what great thoughts I coulda thunk up.

Is my fear unnatural? Possibly. When I told the docs how my brain works, they put me on meds for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I really thought I was messed up til I got to see Diddy in action. If little sleep will turn me into a mogul, I'm with it. I'm down for the cause. I'm creating imaginary picket signs and directing supporters to man the lines surrounding my pillow.

Picket signs may be a tad too extreme, but you get the point.

A true Hustler's Ambition is to be at the top of your game at all times. For me that means being well rested so I can have a successful day at my 9-5. A successful day there gives me the resources to fund my hustle ("The Miseducation of an Urban Nerd").

In actuality, sleep is my hustle. It's nothing to fear. Usually I say, "I can sleep when I'm dead. If a lack of sleep shortens my life, at least you'll know I lived every minute of it!"

I'm still shoutin it, but my employed ass needs to keep it that way. Time to count sheep. I'm sleep.

The Biggest Snitch of Them All

The issue of 'Snitching' is a curious phenomenon. It's like a buncha people took what their mama's told them about Tattle Tellin' and ran with it. See Tattle Tellin' meant you don't go run and tell that your little bro is doing backflips off the bed. It means you don't run and tell your boss that your coworker was on MySpace during company time. Tattle Tellin' is divulging some unnecessary info that doesn't have shit to do with your lil nosy ass! Snitchin' shoulda been the same thing.

Over time, words start to sound dated and get replaced.

• Solid = I Feel You
• Groovy = Cool
• Loose = Hoe
• Sike! = Gotcha Bitch!

The act of Snitchin' should have been one of these terms. A Tattler Tells, a Snitch Snitches. This should have been an easy transition. I just don't see what went wrong. All of a sudden, telling the police you witnessed a murder is Snitchin'. Family members who saw first hand the death of their loved one are labeled as Snitches if they go to the authorities. That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard of. This whole "Stop Snitchin" movement needs to stop. Hell, this isn't even what I meant to write this post about.

...Now To Expose the Real Snitch!...

Now that I've clearly defined what Snitchin' is...let me inform you of the biggest snitch of them all. Ringtones. Yes, I said it...RINGTONES.

Today at work, I forgot to silence my phone. "Brown Eyes" by Destiny's Child began to play. My business was suddenly all out in the street. My phone snitched on me. Not only was it clear that a man was calling, but also a man who I had some strong feelings for. Slowly my mind drifted onto the other ringtones that could possibly put me on blast. I have reasons for each one, but the world doesn't know the story behind them. Half the time, I don't even want the person to know the meaning.

The list grows weekly, but here's a list of what I have right now & the meanings a stranger could pull from them:

1. "Brown Eyes" by Destiny's Child - This person loves me
2. "Cater To You" by Beyonce (ft. Destiny's Child lol) - I want to cater to this person
3. "Caught Out There" by Kelis - I strongly dislike this person
4. "Coldest Winter" by Kanye - I'm heartbroken
5. "Daddy" by Beyonce - I love my daddy
6. "Hi Hater" by Maino - This person is a hater
7. "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry - I'm a lesbian/bisexual and have kissed a woman
8. "Pimp Like Me" by Twista - I feel like a pimp or I am pimpin' this person
9. "So What" by Pink - Hell if I know....
10. "Still I Rise" by Nicki Minaj - Hell if I know...

Some of these meanings are true, but others are waaaaay off!!! Not only do ringtones Snitch on you, but they can possibly Snitch and tell the wrong stuff. Nothing is worse than a lyin' Snitch. Fuck it tho...I like to Jam! For now I'll let the biggest Snitch keep Snitchin'. I'm just trying to get the word out.

Ringtones: The Biggest Snitch of Them All

Ayo Technology

For over a year I've been putting up with this Cingular 3125 that Nielsen Media Research provided free phone service for as a thank you for participating in one of their panels. The panel ended and it's time for Her Royal Flyyness to get back on her ding! Thanks to my BFF, I was able to get the new T-Mobile G1. So far: I love it.

Yea it's ugly, bulky, and heavy. The Android software fully makes up for it. Besides its appearance, flat keys, and quickness to time out when you are on a call, it's a hit!

I'm not sure what I love most about it. Maybe it's the touch screen that makes me curious as to how I ever lived without it. Perhaps it's the loud speaker system that blasts the streaming radio, my songs, and my ring tones. I must say, this phone has knock. I'm not sure if it's the wonderfully clear camera, the free applications, or the incorporation of Google. Whatever it is, I'm in love.

This phone will not only come in handy during times of boredom where I can play games, watch youtube videos, IM, listen to music, or just surf the net. This phone is also going to save me time. The biggest advantage is the fact that I can use google maps and get directions. If my phone ever gets lost/stolen I can use the GPS to locate it. Best of all, I can finally find my car in a parking lot after a day of shopping!

I anticipate big things from the G1. The Android operating system is a true game changer. I put this in the category of the Sidekick Color. This is a great start that I fully expect T-mobile to improve upon in years coming. I'm looking forward to seeing the applications that developers are going to add to the Marketplace.

My iPod Touch comes in the mail next week so I'll be able to compare the two seeing as the iPod Touch and iPhone are very similar. I already know the iPhone is slimmer, sexier, and the touch screen does more. We'll see what the other differences are. I have the strange feeling that it's going to be like comparing apples to oranges. I also don't know how good of a comparison it will be seing as I am fully in love with Apple products. Only time will tell..

Down Goes Frazier!

"Kick Rocks Lil' Dude, It's Nuttin'"

So I won my second great victory in the war which is my education. The first victory was getting word that I could get my full ride back to Clark Atlanta University. The second battle began when I tried to get my transcript from The University of Missouri Kansas City but was told I had a hold on my account due to some unpaid fees. Apparently, they charged me three semesters instead of just one. It was emotional, but I fought the fees. I made an appeal which got turned down. I didn't give up though. I filed another one with a higher committee and just got word today that all charges were removed.

Thank God!

This was truly God showing his favor on me. That committee could have very easily demanded that UMKC get their money. The weak proof I provided paired with some divine intervention was enough to make this happen. When you have a strong willpower and a strong spiritual backing, road blocks in your life look as small as the kangaroo does in that picture. Coincidentally, the Kangaroo is UMKC's mascot (thank goodness I'm a PANTHER).

Today I went and paid off my campus parking tickets to get all holds removed from my account and got my transcript sent to CAU. I'm not gonna lie, it almost didn't happen. The ATM wouldn't give me my money but still debited the amount from my account. There goes God lookin out again. I had cashed a check from a client (I'm a freelance writer - digital portfolio available) and had enough cash to cover it.

Through this whole process, I have learned that problems may seem big at the time. They aren't. I just have to have faith and keep believing in my dreams. I know I can achieve my goals. Roadblocks are nuttin'. If David could knock Goliath the hell out with a rock, I can have victory over my obsticles. Perhaps Howard Cosell said it best during the Joe Frazier v. George Foreman fight:

Down Goes Frazier! Down Goes Frazier! Down Goes Frazier!

Why I'm More Confident than Many & Flyyer than Most

While watching tonight's episode of "Real Chance at Love," I really internalized the meaning of 'branding.' Suddenly I saw all the teachings of Kevin Liles & Diddy in a small scale, real world example. Real, Chance & their younger brother are working hard to create a brand for themselves. Besides their interesting clothing choices, any normal person automatically focuses on their hair. Chance can't exactly pick a style. In the first episode he had a mohawk with several parts and what seems to be an S-Curl. Real rocks his trademark gorgeous long flowy hair. Their youngest brother wears his hair cut in a style that makes you do a double take. At first I thought he was wearing a short woman's wig. Upon closer examination, I realized it was growing straight out of his scalp and had been cut and styled into some sort of traditional black woman's hairstyle. Strange...

Although the way these men choose to wear their hair may raise some eyebrows, I can respect them. They are achieving a brand. They are just fuckin doin them. That's what bein Jaz is all about.

I'm known for dressing straight up corporate. A nice pair of slacks makes me feel like I'm on top of the world. Tennis shoes only slow me down. By the time I finish tying those heavy things, I could have slipped my feet into a nice pair of pointy toed shoes and started handling my business! I'm also known for being corporate. I'll write a contract up for any and everything just to say that I dotted all i's & crossed all t's. I want to be ready to take your ass to court at a moment's notice haha.

I also love the hints of "alternative culture" in my style. I love my dreadlocks in all their multi-colored glory. I love the industrial bar through my ear that always makes people take a second look. Nothing brings me more joy than to look at my favorite tattoo on my wrist written in Arabic. People are really going to flip when they see the surface piercing on the back of my neck I plan to get. I like my little interesting mix of alternative choices juxtaposed with corporate America.

My writing style, as you have seen, is pretty raw. Not as cruel as Miss. W. Williams, but just as blunt and off the chain. As a journalist, I take pride in watching people squirm. I like asking the questions that cause others to punk out. I guess I just have big balls like that. I take pride in taking on challenging writing assignments and writing about content that's often ignored. I'm proud of my business, Noteworthy by Jaz. Despite people fucking me over, it's growing/expanding like crazy! These past few weeks have been simply amazing. Hit me up for my supaflyy portfolio!

As for names go, I only go by Jaz. I'll look at you dumb if you call me by my government. Hell, I hardly even respond to it. Everything about my style is Jazzy baby! The most recent alias I've FINALLY chosen to embrace is "The Urban Nerd." I fought it for so long only because my moms called me that, but hell.....it's me. I truly am The Urban Nerd. Soon I'll have a book out to prove it.

When it's all said and done, I am my own brand. Knowing who I am and embracing myself (flaws n all) makes me confident. Even in my errors I achieve perfection. That may seem pompas and arrogant, but it's really not. Unlike most people, I study from my errors and learn. When this guy spoke out of the side of his mouth about my refusal to do a business plan for a measly $200 and stiffed me on payment for past projects, I got my shit together. I drafted a 30 page portfolio that is flawless. It contains everything from services, price lists, payment options & writing samples. I created invoices, payment policies, and a strategy of sending PDF files to make people work hard if they want to rip me off. I achieve perfection by constantly stepping my game up.

Aside from the way I dress, my confidence makes me flyy. I'll never look like one of those BET Video Vixens. I can't even stay in heels long enough to master the supermodel strut. I choose classic items over trendy ones and when I do finally decide to embrace a trend, It's when its finally been turned into a classic. I'm flyy because I don't apologize for being myself and I don't care to change myself just to please you. I am Jaz. Fuck whatever you're talking, I'm simply Jaz. I'm not conceited, I'm just knowingly flyy. I'm flyy because I believe in my brand. I'm flyyer than most because most don't even have a brand.

When people hear me say "Get Like Me!" I don't mean that literally. I mean step ya damn game up and figure out what the hell your brand is because ya ass is generic!

I don't give a fuck what you think about me, I know the truth:

I'm More Confident than Many & Flyyer than Most!

-Jaz, Jazzy, The Urban Nerd & Her Royal Flyyness

Ps: Yes ya'll, I'm still in love with Smiley Faces and have a secret infatuation with the color Yellow.

Nerds Rule!

I was feeling creative this afternoon.

The Miseducation of an Urban Nerd

Those "Nerd Nightmares" really inspired me to get my unemployed ass up and be productive. I'm currently writing a book. I plan to drop it by the end of September. It's called:

The Miseducation of an Urban Nerd:
Every Student's Guide to College

I figure, I'm an expert on this whole college thing so why not write a guide? I've been to 4 different schools in 4yrs, gotten tons of scholarship money, and am still pushing for a degree. Who better than me! Plus I want to become a motivational speaker at some point in my life. This is about the only thing I'm an expert in, so why not now? Every good motivational speaker sells a book. I'm trying to give back to the community, but no use in not using this as an opportunity to make a small profit while I'm at it. I'm about half done writing it and the cover is being designed as we speak. The above image can be found on the inside cover. I'm self-publishing...the internet, what a beautiful resource! The book will also be available for purchase both online and out of my trunk. Cop that, Cop that! I'll keep you updated with the progress. Right now, I'm about to lay it down so I can start fresh in the morn'n. Much Love!

Nerd Nightmares

When I'm called an "Urban Nerd," I embrace it. Nerds make the money and though often teased, we always seem to end up on top. What could possibly strike fear into the heart of an Urban Nerd such as myself? Having to compete with even bigger braniacs and not being prepared. Last night was filled with what I like to call...
Nerd Nightmares:

The Cause: You all know I got my full tuition/fess scholarship reinstated (AFTER TWO YEARS) and plan to go back to Clark Atlanta University fall 2009. I have a bit of normal anxiety concerning my workload. I'll be a junior, an honors program student, have to maintain my GPA, and will be living off campus. Each of these factors stresses me out in a different way. The biggest thing that freaks me out, is not being prepared.

The Nightmares: I dreamed I was in an Ivy League environment. All the geniuses from high school were present along with a hard up British teacher. To kick things off, I was late to class after discovering my car, Imani, was stolen. I had to explain the situation to the teacher and tell her I may be leaving class to take phone calls from my father as he tried to track down the car. The nightmare continues....

Un-characteristic of me, I searched for a seat in the back of the class. The teacher redirected me to the front row. We started taking notes. I couldn't see the board, I didn't have the right pen (I only write with Pilot G-2), I couldn't even read her handwriting. It was a class teaching us how to Research, but for some reason she was talking about the configurings of the human hand. As the other braniacs fought to answer questions, I was completely lost. Had there been assigned reading for the first day that I missed?
The nightmare continues...

I went to the cafe' where I saw the guy who stole my car. I don't know how I knew it was him, but I knew. His name was Sunny, he was a white man with surfer type blonde hair. In true "Urban Nerd" fashion, I hit him with the butt of my gun in the back of the head. Got my damn car back and stressed over the cash to get the steering column fixed (it had been hot wired).
The nightmare continues...

I went to the bookstore to buy the four required books for that British lady's class. That's when I remembered my refund check hadn't come yet. How the hell was I gonna afford them? Somehow I raised cash, stuffed the books in my backpack and headed back to my dorm room to study only to realize that I had no dorm room. I woke up wondering if I needed to buy a study room from the library (Club Woody), and weither or not I was truly ready to live off campus.
The nightmare ends.