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Some of my neighbors have beat down classics that could totally look smexified if they fixed them up instead of leaving them as clunkers. Like this. Idk what it is, they debadged it. This one could use an ice cream paint job though.
Anyway, here's to something I've been avoiding for some time. College talk. Last night, I had dinner with my mom, Tita Jackie, Tita Yoli, and Uncle Arnel. My uncle is a decorated military man who knows the in's and out's of American schools and armed forces. He started asking me about my future, and my mom started doing all the talking. About "our" teachers, how "we" stressed out so much over "our" classes last year. I sat there and listened as my mom's and my academic life at Oxford Academy played out, and our future being a doctor was thoroughly planned. Shit. I laughed out loud at one point because I felt like fucking Legion, that collection of demons in one guy in the Bible. No no, worse. I felt like Emily Rose in the Exorcist, being one but many in my own body. Disgusted doesn't even begin to cover how nonchalant I responded to it all. My uncle looked over at me and he knew... everyone was crazy.
So I grabbed my purse and stood. Silence was golden as I walked, high heels and all, away from the debriefing to a one-on-one with one of the most government hooked-up uncles anyone has. I won't give my plan away, but after my first four years of partying my ass off, studying my ass off, and graduating with flying colors, I just might be saying good-bye to California. And hello to uniform. Lord knows I love uniform.
And for now, especially with my ride situation falling into place, I got some other hookups waiting to be exercised. Kuya and I texted back and forth, and I just might be donning some uniform sooner or later. Not that I want to end up in scrubs, but I definitely want to be official as soon as possible. Again, I've missed out on sooo many opportunities because for my parents, I'd be in harm's way if I wasn't in their line sight. Let alone clinging-distance. I'm pretty excited nonetheless.
Whooo I'mma bank!
So I grabbed my purse and stood. Silence was golden as I walked, high heels and all, away from the debriefing to a one-on-one with one of the most government hooked-up uncles anyone has. I won't give my plan away, but after my first four years of partying my ass off, studying my ass off, and graduating with flying colors, I just might be saying good-bye to California. And hello to uniform. Lord knows I love uniform.
And for now, especially with my ride situation falling into place, I got some other hookups waiting to be exercised. Kuya and I texted back and forth, and I just might be donning some uniform sooner or later. Not that I want to end up in scrubs, but I definitely want to be official as soon as possible. Again, I've missed out on sooo many opportunities because for my parents, I'd be in harm's way if I wasn't in their line sight. Let alone clinging-distance. I'm pretty excited nonetheless.
Whooo I'mma bank!
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