Life of the College Girl

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December 31, 2009. The end of the year, the end of a decade. A decade I lived through, laughed through, cried through. A decade that made me a better me. I learned so much about myself, but I’m still confused about a few things.

The decade started with my father getting married to the lady I now know as my step mother. I lived in 2 different worlds during this time. One being the conservative, typical Christian family. Church every sunday, waking up early for Sunday school, church functions, etc. When I wasn’t in church I was spending most my time with my Grandparents, who were more like my actual parents. I was closed off from the world and stayed in that little house in Cavalier Manor, until I was like 14 or 15 when I got my bike and started riding it around the neighborhood. My first boyfriend lived across the street from Waters Middle School, but my first love lived down the street from me. He was 18, and I was 15. My dad met him and never let me leave the house again, but he worked near my cousin’s hair salon, where I was a receptionist, so I saw him on my lunch break every Saturday. I was so in love with him until I got a text message from another girl saying the she was pregnant with his baby.

My other life was filled with partying. Actually from the age of 8 until 14 my life was literally a never-ending party. My mom and her boyfriend, who I refer to as my stepdad because he basically raised me, partied every night. I remember walking downstairs to go to school and seeing about a dozen people pasted out in my family room. The regulars were like family to me,and most of them were the same age as my sisters so my mom was like a mother to them. This is the reason why I have so many “brothers”. None of them are blood related, but they call my mother “mom”. I also have tons of “uncles”, “aunts”, and “cousins”  because of these parties. Literally Monday through Sunday you would hear Go go music blasting from my house starting as early as 3pm. My 13th birthday party lasted 3 days and I was only there for one! I learned how to play spades during that time, and my mom was known for her “Pink Panties” , a drink she used to make with frozen pink lemonade, gin, and whipped cream. Other than beer, that was the first alcoholic beverage I ever tasted, and I couldn’t even taste the gin.

 Also shout out my pets. All the dogs I’ve had over the past 10 years. Diamond, Gogo, Madison,Noble, the rest of Diamond’s puppies. Especially Jigga who got his name from the line in “Hard Knock Life” where Jay said “Scratch his name out, put Jigga on top…” . I think of that puppy whenever I hear that song. He was the only black puppy in the bunch. Also I cannot forget Lucky, the celebrity of the bunch. He was on the morning news one morning. He was known for running away. Well known around the pound. However, the last time he ran away he didn’t come back. I still miss him. He was a Beagle/Basset Hound mix; the closest I had to a lap dog. Lastly, the last dog standing, my baby girl, Ginger. I love her to death.

This decade I also went through this little thing called puberty. I started growing my famous breast in 5th grade. While my classmates where still in training bras, I was wearing cup sizes. 34A specifically. By 6th grade I was a B, 7th grade a C, 8th a D, and by the time I hit high school I was in the doubles going in the triples. I never really had a problem with my breast, but everyone else did. I mean, I never had back problems, maybe I had to buy my shirts a little bigger but other than that it wasn’t that serious to me.  When I cheered I was the Brittani with the big boobs. In college I was “Double D’s”.  Those names didn’t bother me even though many thought that it should. I loved getting that type of attention. Earlier this year I did contemplate getting a breast reduction for fashion, but after thinking long and hard about it, I decided not to. My F’s are what make me who I am. That’s one of the things I’m known for. Plus I’ve been working great with them this long, might as well keep them.

During this time I started liking boys, more than usual. It started in 7th grade when I had my first sexual experience with this guy I had a major crush on. Like I wrote poetry about this dude. I had poetry books dedicated to him. It was in his cousin’s house. I thought it was sex, but I wasn’t penetrated. Also it wasn’t even vaginal, but I still ran around telling everyone I lost my virginity to this dude and that is why till this day a lot of people I went to school with don’t know I’m a virgin. I was a great liar back then(still am), and the fact that he didn’t deny it make it even more believable.

He was one of 3 big crushes I had growing up. The second was this guy who played basketball for my high school, star player, and I didn’t even like him at first.  The reason was that every other girl on the cheerleading squad liked him. For some reason that turned me off, but then I got a good look at the man and realized why these girls were drooling. He was tall, with yellow skin, cornrows, and grey eyes. Nice smile, dressed nice, smart, and sweet; it’s hard to resist someone like that. Til this day, I still have a crush on him. He’s my friend on Facebook, I follow him on Twitter, and the last time I saw him I melted when he gave me a hug. I doubt he would ever give me the time of day, plus it would be hard since he goes to school in Kentucky now, but one day I hope to go out with him and just talk. So, Mr. Basketball Player, if you are reading this hit me up!

Guy number 3 you all know as my “Favorite Football Player”, or “That guy who plays for the Vikings”, or “That nigga who use to be at Florida”, did I refer to him as anything else? Anyway, I will reveal who he is for my slow readers and those who don’t watch sports. Percy Harvin. At first I didn’t know who this dude was. I just heard everyone talking about him, and I was just like “Who or what the fuck is a Percy, and why should I take time out of my life to know who he is?”  Then, one day I was waking up from a nap(this is back when I use to watch Oprah) and the news was on and they were talking to this cute guy from Landstown in a tan jacket. Let’s just say there were 2 wet spots on my bed; one from drooling and the other from dripping. After that I was hooked. I became a fan and he became one of my biggest crushes since the guy who “took my virginity”.  However, I never met him though I knew all his friends and there were times when we were in the same room, feet from each other. I wish I could have though. Hopefully one day I will. So again, Percy, if you’re reading this(I doubt it) holla at me! I will look so good on your arm. Ok, let me stop.

I graduated high school and headed off to college. You would think I would hate Morgan State University, but I don’t. I’m a bear for life, even if I don’t graduate. Claudette Jameson would not exist if it wasn’t for that one depressed day in room 638 when I just wanted to be someone else, and created an account on Second Life. The software wasn’t compatible with my iBook, but I kept the name. I love that school, I met so many great friends there, so many talented people. I’m actually planning on moving back to Baltimore, because I just loved being there. For some reason that city was just so inspiring.

I know I’m leaving a lot of stuff out, but most of what is being left out I’ve written on here before. (i.e.,Brett Farve). Plus I didn’t want to make this too depressing. I’m done feeling sorry for myself, and letting my past hold me back. 2010 is a new year and the start of a new decade. I want to be happy for a change; I’m tired of being depressed. I want to reach my goals. For those who follow me on Twitter, you know that I am now writing for the site Capital Noise (which launches tomorrow by the way), and I’m getting my body together so I can do some modeling under my alter ego’s alter ego BriMyChelle. I want to do big things and I have big dreams for myself. Dreams I got to make come true, so I can’t just sit around doing nothing and feeling bad about myself.

With all that being said, I want to be one of the first to wish you all a Happy New Year. I just got my new netbook, so look forward to a lot of new entries. I plan to do big things in 2010 and beyond so stay tuned!

Luv Ya!!!

So yeah, I’m back. Its not because I’ve been too  busy to come up here, it’s because I have to borrow a laptop in order to get on the Internet now. I am BORED TO TEARS HEAR!!! It’s like there is nothing to do and I can’t wait till Wednesday when I start my job. They only have me working two days this week to start for training, but I wouldn’t mind working a 40 hour week. Anything to get out of the house for a couple of hours, and to make some money so I can stay out of the house. But this is a seasonal job though, so I don’t know if I will be able to get a job to part my rent after the summer if I do end up getting an apartment.

It’s just that I thought being here was going to be relaxing. Now I remember why I wanted to be so far away from home in the first place. The nagging, the yelling, the “whoa is me” talking whenever I even think of bringing up money. It’s just annoying. If I don’t get an apartment, I thinking about just moving with my dad, or getting a room at an extended stay or something, because to be completely honest with you, and I hate to say this, I really can’t tolerate living with my mother anymore. I mean her priorities are completely out of order, and she doesn’t want to listen when you tell her so because she always thinks she’s right. I mean she says she doesn’t have money to pay the bills,and she can’t even lend me $10 to fill up my tank half way, yet we’ve eaten out at least 3 times this week. We don’t have money to buy groceries, yet she has money to go to the beach and eat out. It’s just mixed up. You can’t lend your daughter $20 dollars for gas, but you will give your boyfriend, husband, whoever the hell he is $200 dollars for only God knows what,and then complain about it. I can’t take it anymore, it’s getting completely out of hand and that’s one of the reasons why I’m so annoyed.

I’ve just been so stressed here. Like it’s just so tense and that’s why I hate being in this house. I wonder if there’s an extended stay on the beach? There has to be somewhere that they house the foreign students who come here to work, I mean it may not be comfortable but it beats living at home.