(Self)Motivated Early

Yesterday I called my mom’s house to have a not-so-brief chat and catch up. The person who answered the phone was one of my little sisters, age 14, who entered her freshman year of high school 6 weeks ago.

We had some small talk and then she said, “[my nickname redacted], can I ask you something? I have a few questions for you.”

“Sure.”

“Can you send me the books you used to study for the SATs?”

Me, shocked at how ahead of the curve she is, didn’t know what to say. “Um, sure. Except…the books I used are outdated because the SAT has changed since I was in high school.”

“Oh.”

“But I’ll tell you what I can do. I will go on Amazon and poke around for some good study guides and order some and have them sent to you. That okay?”

“Yep!”

“Good. Now tell me where you’re thinking of going to college…”

From there, she gave me her list of schools she wants to get into (“I am thinking Yale, Stanford or Princeton, but I will apply to Harvard and probably MIT as well.”) and then I tried to strategize with her about how to make herself a more well-rounded college applicant. The oldest of my younger sisters is super motivated. Quiet. Loves to read. Straight A student. Natural leader. I think the beauty of it all is that no one in my family has pressured her to be this way. She just…is.

My sisters are growing up so fast. When I was in high school they were just babies and toddlers. Now we have full on conversations about life planning. It trips me out.

A Tale of Two Cities

Today is my last day in LA, and I must admit I’m a bit sad about it. Since I have been here (since November!) I accumulated a little life. I first came here just for the holiday season, that rolled into going to the GRAMMYs, which rolled into seeing my doctor, going upstate to see my college BFF, and that finally rolled into going to SXSW. And here we are. I have to pack up all my things, ship some things back to NYC (finally, I’m able to pull my Wii from the hard cold hands of my little brother!) and get going.

It’s tough.

I thought I was mentally and emotionally prepared to go until it came time to pack up my things. Now it’s like that time I moved to NYC last year: I know I’ll be coming back to LA, but I don’t know when?

It’s not as if I’m not looking forward to living in NYC. I miss my friends, I miss the City, I miss my roommate, I miss my bed. But I know when I get to NYC I’ll look back at LA and I’ll miss my car, I’ll miss my family, I’ll miss the beach weather, I’ll miss all the clean and orderly Target stores.

I just feel a bit torn, and I guess living bicoastally has me feeling torn, constantly. Cue Natalie Imbruglia.

No sense in dwelling on it though. Just gotta do it and see what happens next!

I've Got My Angel Now

I’m back, two days in a row and blogging! It’s as if it’s 2003 all over again, and I’m blogging everyday.

Ha, not really.

I came by to drop off a video, Beyonce’s “Halo.”

I can’t explain why, but this is my jam of the moment. Yes, I have had her album since it leaked. Yes, I’ve seen the video before. For some reason, this week is the WEEK me and ‘Halo’ fall in love. Perhaps I am liking love songs again. I’m a lover of love songs, but for some reason, in the past 8 months or so I haven’t been my usual love song loving self. ‘Halo’ isn’t even the bomb love song, but it works for now.

Enjoy the video starring Bey and Michael Ealy:

Did I mention the time I saw Michael Ealy in public? I was at one of my dad’s favorite breakfast spots in LA, on La Brea near Pico (whatchoo know ’bout LaBrea and Pico?) and somehow someway my dad nodded over my shoulder pointing out Michael. I peeked through the bushes…and gasped. Outloud. My dad quickly warned me NOT to embarrass him. I didn’t, but the gasp really was uncontrollable, even I surprised myself. I didn’t say anything to him, but just admired how absolutely NORMAL he looked (in the debonair Hollywood actor kind of way). Yeah, I was 23 and it was my first week in LA at the time. Once I saw Tootie from “The Facts of Life” shopping with me in Target, I got over the star struck action of LA.

P.S. As I went searching for this video on YouTube, I noticed Beyonce has disabled embedding of her YouTube videos. What kind of wack social media strategy is this about? Sounds like some lawyers brokered that deal or something.

Whoa, Where have YOU Been?

It has been almost two months since I last blogged. I almost thought about putting up a hiatus post…but I was too busy to think about that.

My life in the past two months:

1. Went to SXSW. Spoke on the panel moderated by the fabulous Denise Jacobs. Did a lot of napping and working while at SXSW. Probably experienced about 30% of what I set out to do at SXSW, but had fun none the less. I got to see lots of friends and coworkers from my old jobs as well as grad school, and got to meet a lot of super cool fabulous friends I have only known (or read up on) in the digital space for years. I even met a few new people as well. In the end, that’s what I really wanted, and I can’t wait to go back next year!

2. I cut my hair off. I thought I would cry about it. I have had long hair my entire life. Every female in my family has had long thick hair our entire lives. It’s what we half black/half navajo chicks do: we have lots of long hair, ad nauseum. I thought I was so attached to my hair that I would feel remorseful about chopping it off. I wasn’t. It’s just hair!! My disdain for my damaged and unhealthy hair probably helped coping with the cut. It’s growing back pretty fast though. I’m not entirely sure my haircut is actually cute. Some days I feel like I’m rockin Salt N Pepa’s hairdo from the Push It days. Other days, I swear I am bringing back the Jheri Curl. These days, I believe I have a long shag, a la Kanye West. At this point, I don’t exactly care. The idea is to cut off all the damage and start all over. I need to go in for one more chop to finish off the damage removal and then I am in regrowth mode. I like my hair short, but I also like how it grows back pretty fast. I’ll be in good shape in about 9 months.
 
3. I freaking launched a big project. Who knew I had it in me, hmm? (Pfft, I did!). I think it deserves it’s own separate post, and probably gives me a million other things to write about on my journey as new media consultant. Either way, I have a pretty big milestone under my belt, AND BOY AM I HAPPY. I am also writing for said project, check out my first piece here.
 
4. Me and my partner in crime are up to some shenanigans. E-shenanigans, to be exact. Beware.

5. I discovered I love being single. As much as me and my single but cute/smart/accomplished girlfriends complain about there being no good men out there, etc etc., I think I am realizing I like to be left alone. Dare I say I am too selfish to have a boyfriend? Hopefully my desire to overcome my selfishness (or lack thereof) is what will seperate the men from the boys. I’m just happy to know I am past that whole “woe is me/all men suck” phase. No time for that, there’s money to be made, friendships to be nurtured. Everything else will fall into place.

6. My dad came to New York for an entire week. My biological father, that is. I haven’t spent an entire week with him since I was 11 years old. I admit, it was a bit….different. Him not really being around much has created a situation where I feel like I am talking to a stranger.  I don’t have any beef with my dad, really. It is what it is, it be what it bees. Hopefully his trip means we will both be a little more proactive about maintaining our relationship with one another. I was excited he had some baby  pictures of me to show off. Boy was I cutie pie when I was a kid. I might scan them and show them off. Maybe. 

Other than that I have been getting to know Manhattan (I super duper love walking around my neighborhood, especially now that it is springtime), hanging with my buds, missing California (need to go visit soon), worrying about the economy and the pork SARS (i.e. checking my bank account balance and washing my hands every 10 minutes), and growing up. It’s tough being a grown up. Word life.

Still kicking.