"so how bout them dolphines??"

today the Miami Dolphines have lost to Sandiego Chargers. my father sunday night has officially been a waste of life. along with a well deserved twelve pack, my father has given me the i-work-8-hour-shifts-and-i-would-really-appritiate-if-for-once-the-dolphines-would'nt-make-me-angry-on-my-day-off speech. after manny howls of stumbles and false starts from our home team, before the third quater, my father gave up on the hope he had at the begining of today to have a wining game. throughout all the screams i did manage to keep up on the games status and finish my memoir novel succesfully seeing that i have a 400 page book that i still havn't started and must finish in a month for another class i am taking this semester. i have replied to my peer's post on the topic of body art for my 1101 class and have randomly begun the search of my future tattoo. today was a good day. we can only hope for tomorrow.

nine-one-one

On the day of september 11, 2001 , twelve year old solange was sitting down third row from the right, fifth seat back, concentrating really hard on remembering the spelling of the word "complicated". as i heard the bang from some one rapidly pushing the door open to enter the room, i looked up with a confused glare. the teacher from next door had made the disturbance. she didnt adress the class, nor the teacher, she made her way straight to the television and turned on channel 7. the news was on. the reporter was live in new york reporting how a plane had hit one of the twin towers. they called it, " a terrorist attack". me not knowing what it meant just glared through the tears of pain the images on t.v caused; you could literally see people jumping off what seemed to me like the 587,263,897 floor. besides what i have just recalled for you , the reader, i cannot remember any other actions on my part the rest of that day. even though that day marked everyones history, we will all remember exactly when, where and how we saw the tragedy of the twin towers.

today in the life of solange

The weather today was not as good as i hoped. then again, i dont think anybody really likes it when it rains. i hav'nt quite finished all my homework yet i know some time later on today i'll finish the task. i just finished jumping out of the showeer and as i wait for my hair iron to heat up i decided i would express my thoughts to my blog of the dream i had last night. its was a weird dream. i dont think dreams are meant to have meaning behind them though. the mind is a complicated thing. maybe this is why my dream began in a spiral staircase. the walls were pale pink and it had a dim lighting to it. as i took the steps downward, i realized that i was inside my head. literally inside my brain. and then i woke up. maybe im searching for the meaning of what comes out of this complex mind. but i'll never know, will i?

college life

i sit at my computer, if my feet could speak they would scream out in cry's. i just got out of work and i still have so many things to do. i am a full time student at broward college. i take 4 classes at a time. to most that may be alot as to others it might be easy. to me, this schedual is hectic. i awake at 6 o'clock to darkness in these early morning hours, as i run to make it on time, i rush out the door. me and my grandma carpool every day seeing that i can't afford my own car yet. i abandon her with great joy at her job by 8 o'clock, take a long drive back down to pines from university drive to arrive at school at 8:40. seeing that my classes start at 9:30, i loose alot of sleep. i leave school at 12:15 in the afternoon and make it to work by 1 o'clock. stand up and deal with rude people for eight hours. get home at 9 o'clock at night and manage to finish homework, study, clean, fix my room , catch up with facebook, do laundry, dedicate time to my best friend, my boyfriend, my family and i manage to shower. im exhausted.