TWO-ZERO-ONE-THREE

I feel like I should be writing something like an homage to 2012, it's the last day of this year.  Something doesn't feel quite festive, yet it's a festive ass day.  I don't want it to be New Year's Eve yet..not at all.  I'm not in the mood for it and I feel like it should've been different.  Anyways, I guess if I had to say something to the end of 2012, it would sound like this:



  2012...you kicked my ass; thanks. Every new years gets trickier, incorporating something from the past and mixing into the present with some new aspect.  It'll probably continue to happen to me for the rest of my existence, so challenge ACCEPTED. (yes I did just watch HIMYM)
        
                                I love you then I hate you then I love you again,
                                          Bianca Arielle Pierre-Louis

New year, same blog.  Stick wit da trio into 2013 (:



Welp,
     bye :*

MUUUUUR CHRI'MASSS

I kind of have been avoiding the baby (our blog). Sorry?  I can't help but to want to enjoy my wonderful time I have on vacation rather than talk about it while I'm having oodles of fun.  Anyways, I've had the best vacayyy so far, I've pretty much seen everyone I wanted to and I went to a party and a dinner the first day I was down.  I sort of feel like I'm invincible, like nothing bad can ever happen because I'm having such a great time.  Yes, PPC has reunited as the OG threesome for the first time in MONTHS!  last time we all hung out?  I think that was in June... so almost 7 months since it was the very beginning of June. It's always great to be together...talking to each other in person and not webcamming or some other sad shit :/  We don't have any pics of us 3 yet, but we will and we'll post it!  I have some other great news (: IT'S MY 6 MONTH MARK FOR MY NATURAL HAIR JOURNEY !!! I'll eventually create some sort of photo montage to celebrate the festivities that is my hair, I just don't know if I'd rather create a 1 year collage or a 6 month collage.  Probably 1 year since I seem to be suffering from a severe case of laziness.  I'll show y'all my 6 month fro doeeeee :*  I'm still feeling pretty chill and semi-lazy so this is gona be the end of this post. lol



Oh! How asshole-ish of me; MERRY CHRISTMAS (;

6 crazy months that just so happened to fly by. lol . I promise these must've been the quickest 6 months of my life!

                     Love,
                           Sista Sweet Tooth

Balance

Yesterday night was one of  the best nights I had in a long ass time.
It started off horribly and ended amazingly.
Tonight was supposed to be an amazing night but by the grace of God it ended with me ready to just say fuck it and never go home.
It's like God overdid it yesterday and restored balance to the world by taking any remnants of joy out of this day.
I never wanted to go home in the first place but now that it's time to go I'm possibly stuck in Daytona.
I hope the rest of break isnt as bad as my could be last night in Daytona.


hashtag fuck it

Not a Fan

I won't and haven't seen the light of day for a while and it can be narrowed down to 1 word; FINALS.  I'll see the world and my friends later after the storm.  Sorry in advance


                      Give me strength,
                                    Honey Bee

truth is...

From my previous posts you can already see that I'm either the most dramactic one of this group or the easiest one. I dont care which one you choose because in my mind everything in this world including myself is fucked up.

As the year comes to an end I begin to think about everything thats happened in the past months; the good, the bad, the sexual. Everything that could've lead me to this moment; sitting here in a plush aqua chair, listening to Janelle Monae while the clock ticks down until its time for my first final exam.

I truly believe myself to be a good person. I enjoy caring for people. Making others happy is what makes me happy. But as I get older the smile that used to spread across my face at the sight of a friend gets smaller and smaller and hurts more and more. I find beauty in the simple things in life, like breezes and full moons but I cant seem to find happiness and other things like spending what most would consider to be a great night with a friend. Maybe I've become to simplistic, maybe I am so used to relying on myself for happiness that just the idea of someone else making me happy upsets me. I dont want to be that hipster kid who hates frozen yogurt just because its too main stream.

I WANT TO BE HAPPY with others.

I love smoking and drinking as much as the next wiz kid but sometimes I think that it messed me up just a little. Maybe the high that I get from not being sober has destroyed the part of me that gets high from a good movie or that enjoys being around others and laughing until I get a six pack.

I dont even think I know what I'm saying anymore. Maybe if I fuck around some more with the rest of me I'll find my answer somewhere in a dark room with memories that were meant to be forgotten.

hash tag wont see my bestfriend for one to four years. if then...

Make-My-Wishes-Come-True Foundation

The broker and more responsibility I receive, the more I want.  It's like a disease...gnawing at my heartstrings...crying for me to  buy everything that I want.  I want Celine and I want Dr Martens and Minnetonka's and GOLD and leather and nail polish and lipstick :(  I know these are sooo 1st world of me to cry about wanting these things, but I want them and places to adventure around with them.  Santa, beautiful Goddess of Gifts, Buddha, if you've decided to listen to my vain desires, please grant me them and I will do good in them in the name of love and happiness and peace (:  I feel like I don't demand much ... I also feel like Kristen Stewart is a horrendous actress.  With that said, I will introduce you to my sweet, sweet fantasy:

 

 

Sometimes, or a lot of the time, I feel like I could love these things so much more than a man and at this point in my life, a man can never replace the learning and liberating experiences I will experience in these years of my life.  What kind of travels will I have if they aren't paired with fabulously dreamy pieces such as these?  Yeaaaa, why don't you rethink EVERYTHING while you're at it honeyboo :*

        I still got it for ya,

                     Honey Bee

She Ratchett!

If you are a fan of the web series The Misadventure of Awkward Black Girl  like we are then you should check out her web series Ratchet Piece Theatre where she talks about her favorite ratchet songs of the moment. I died lol so watch it!




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgdvl6Fvo80




<3 always,

Deebayyy

El Break

OMG.  Did the world realize how necessary that past Thanksgiving break was?  I needed to be away from this freaking frozen land that is Orlando and my "circumstances" and school and work.  I missed mi familia and many other lovely people.  I just had the best time ever and I can't wait til Christmas break.  I took some pictures, so take a look after the jump. (by the way, these are Everglades pics and us going to a farmer's market/nursery)

Au revoir y'all,
       xx Honey Love

You Can Watch Me On Your Video Phone

Wassup wassup wassup.  I recorded this video because I wanted to show my booskies new things about me because we aren't finding much time to chat all at once.  It's a bit outdated because uploading took too much time; sorry. Anyways, huuuur it is:

Yes, it's terribly long, but watch it.  I had a lot of nothing to say.  Uhhhh yea, watch it y'all!!!
oh, I also realized that it's so long because I speak waaay too slowly, sorry guys, it's like a disease.

     Toodlydoo,
            Honey Honey

Wash Day

 

 

Washed my hair today. Made a video documenting it.

 

hashtag making a video on imovie is wayy easier than making a movie on windows live 

Modern Day Horror Story

So I'm trying to edit this video to post, but I'm having so much trouble :( While I wait I guess I'll tell my recent nose horror story. BUENO ? So it was a Friday night and I was home relaxing because I'm too sick and tired to do much.  Sitting up in my bed, I believe I was entertaining myself in some internet pleasure (no porno for this pussy guys, kthanks) and then I sneezed -.-  I then went for a tissue to blow my nose when I PULLED MY NOSE RING RIGHT OUT !!!!  Tragic, but yes, it happened to me because the universe is fighting the hole in my face.  So for over an hour I'm in front of the mirror frustrated trying to put it back in :( NO BUENO.  So I find a temporary solution:

Dangerous you may ask...I think the real question is "dangerous while sleeping?" lol.  Yes, I also fell asleep with this just like that accidentally :((  The good times just keep on coming right?!  Well I was desperate so that was looking pretty good to me!  No worries my friend, later on that day my mom took me to a tattoo shop and I replaced my fab sewing needle with a real nose ring, a horse shoe ring to be exact.

Not too shabby now (;  Hope you enjoyed my story and sorry there's still no video up :(  I swear I'm still working on it.  I go to school tomorrow so I'll see if I can solve it there.

           Love y'all !
                      Honey Bunny xx

Brocade Inspired Nails

So I found this nail tutorial on this really cool blog and thought I'd try it out!  I say brocade inspired because I like brocade and it would inspire me to do that kind of nails design.  It was fairly easy, I'd say on a scale of Easy to Masta Painta, it's Easy. lol
Here are some pics:

These are the materials I used^^ The item that really created the effect was the makeup sponge.  The thing I did that I see not too many people do is use the most out of the makeup sponge.  I definitely cut that sponge up into SEVERAL pieces and I only used one for both hands.

These are the names of the colors, Essie's 'STYLENOMICS' and Orly's 'RAGE'.

 I usually start with the clear nail strengthener and then I started with the first layer, 'stylenomics'.

I don't have a picture of the sponging part, but i applied a bit of 'rage' on a portion of sponge and lightly dabbed it onto my nail, but not all the way up so that some of the 'stylenomics' could be seen.

And that's it! Oh, I also applied a topcoat to seal everything in blah blah blah, you know (;


                                 ciao!
                                      Honey Honey Honeyyyyyyyyyy

I Am Black and I Am Proud.

I really needed this. 

The people around me tend to question if I am proud to be black. 

I am! I love my history, my culture and the people who share it with me. 

I go to an HBCU for heavens sake. 

Just because I don't talk like you, walk like you or dress like you doesn't mean I'm not black; it means i'm educated. Those stereotypes who walk around should be the ones being questioned. If you were really proud to be black- proud to be from the same motherland of Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks and Muhammad Ali- then why wouldn't you want to showcase the best of your talents. 

When people think of me I want to think of an educated, well-mannered, well spoken, worldly young woman who can carry her own. 

I am happy that BET actually used their power to showcase the amazing black women and the handsome black men who believe in us and crave the best for us. 

Because when the day is done, I want to go home to an Idris Elba not a Weezy F. Baby. 

I want my kids to look up to mommy & daddy and not think that they cant do anything because of their skin color or their hair texture. I want them to shoot for the stars and never feel like they have to be something other than themselves because that's what people are expecting of them. 

Just because the people around me are not the people I want them to be, doesn't mean there are not people like me hiding somewhere. 

hashtag dark & lovely

hashtag black & educated

Black Girls Rock! 2012 | Black Girls Rock! | Shows | BET:
'via Blog this'

Should I Stay, Or Should I Go?

My mom and I were talking earlier and she asked me if I thought about coming home (Miami) and going to school there because she doesn't feel like I'm happy here. It really got me thinking because I have thought about transferring schools because I think deep down I'm truly not happy here (Tallahassee). But I don't want to go home because then Ill feel like Ive given up. And then there are my friends that I have here, I really don't want to leave them. But I do have to focus on me and whats going to make me happy, I definitely have to sit and reevaluate my life.

Bianca Logic

As much as I really want November to end, I really want November to end.  That pretty much sums up a sentence of the paragraph of thoughts rushing throughout my mind right now, preventing me from falling asleep so that I won't wake up as Madame Cranky Bitch...rather Honey Bee.  Not much left to say seeing as though I have to force my eyelids open in a few hours, 5 a.m. to be exact.  Oh! I will try to post my recent mini haul from my 1st Orlando shopping trip since I've been here, but I'm still trying to figure out if a video is best or a series of photos.  Maybe both. Toodleloo y'all.




                                                      Be easy,
                                                              Honey Bee

ITS NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY!

I will be 19 in 5 days. Thats great and all, but whats so good about being 19? That has to be the most awkward age there is. Turning 17 was pretty awkward also but at least at 17 you're able to watch rated R movies alone. What do you get to do at 19 that you weren't able to do at 18? Absolutely nothing. At least we're  a year closer to 20, because then you'e no longer a teen. That's when it REALLY gets real. I just wish I didn't have to spend my birthday up here in boring ass tallanasty, I don't even think Im going to do anything but eat dinner on campus with my friends. Thank god I'm leaving on the tuesday after to come home for thanksgiving break, maybe I can turn up a little with my girls when we all get home.

Donald

Since I tend to associate with guys who I think resemble my personality, I am really beginning to question who I am... because they are all jerks.

hashtag still time
hashtag it really isnt even that serious

It's Time to Blame Ourselves...sometimes

I tell ya, there's no perfect man, but a woman can surely create that perfect dream.  Influenced by my fellow friend's post, are we as a gender (and I suppose men too) at fault because it is, in fact, US who have given birth to our perfect partner?  It makes sense for us to be disappointed in others that we've given false hopes to in our heads and these wonderful qualities they'll never possess.  This is also the reason why I NEVER EVER EVER want to meet Drake, I'm sure to be disappointed.  He seems like this wonderful man, but what I fail to forget is that he isn't always going to be the man in his mind...if he does truly bear his soul to the world.  I'm not the woman in my head....I'd be quite offensive and irrational.  Not much more to say and I also got really distracted, just wana wrap it up by saying I love you Windelerella.







                           Ciao Bloggas,
                                           xx Honaaaaay

Kai

you're shit.
you're lower then shit. if shit could speak, shit would confront me about comparing itself to you.
today someone asked me if i hate you.
and i looked at you. i thought to myself, how could i ever hate you. after all the mean things you said about me, after all the dirty looks you gave me, the messages you never replied to that i spent so much time mustering up the courage to send you; still not in a million years could i hate you.
even now as i right these angry words about how horrible of a person you are and how you make me feel like cap whenever you walk into a room, i still dont hate you.
i hate myself for not being what you want, for not being able to mesmerize you and keep you the way i had envisioned.
no matter how many angry looks you give me or how many times you call me ugly, it will always be my fault. i will always try to imagine a world where things did workout. a world where we were best friends, and i got to tell you about my day and how crappy it was. a world where nothing but caring gentle words came out of your mouth and i was never anything less than a princess in your eyes.
but now i'm stuck with this shadow of a broken promise. everyone thinks you re so great and that everything you touch is sure to become gold. BUT YOU'RE NOT. you're fake. everything you do just seems like an act. your whole existence can be argued into becoming a flaw. you know what kind of power you hold over people, that's why you talk so little. you don't want your flaws to come out, you don't want that ego of yours to be shown in public.
but even still... I'M WRITING THIS ABOUT YOU. i still cant manage to tell my brain what i can tell the world.
you are shit.
lower than shit.

hash tag nothing

Bon Voyage

I wait months for this beautiful month and I now will watch it go.  October came beautifully...even though there was a horrible hurricane that ravaged the northeast, I loved October 2012.  May you resurface as gorgeously as you did this year.




                                                    Forever and always,
                                                                        Honey Bee

Etikette

I just realized that I've been a pretty shitty blogger in the lack of labels that I've been using.  See, I noticed that you can put labels on your posts and I thought it was cute until blogger decided to change the "look" of blogger and not putting the label area where I'm used to.  Labels are cute so that people who type things into google can find your blog out of the hits they receive via LABELS.  Will I go back to older blog posts of mine and lebel them? ehhhhh, I'm going to say no.. whether it's because my current little cold has increased my laziness by 35% or because it would ruin history,  doesn't really matter.  From now on I will label my posts, not so much for widespread popularity because that wasn't the original intent of this blog, but because they tend to be funny and because I lack the romantic love option in this "labels or love" battle, I'll label the hell out of our blog.


I'd also like to add that I miss my friends and family very much.  Although it became a tougher drive when I moved to Broward, it didn't feel far, but being in Orlando and everyone being all over the place in Florida feels like I hopped onto a wild roller coaster that I don't know how to excuse myself from.  So shout out my big hommies, Honey bee luhhh y'all :*


xxxxxx Honey bee


(p.s. yes, the title is in German, shout out to my germssss out there too !)

AWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAA (kool-aid jammers man voice)

WADDDDDUP ! So this one is short and simple (:  I have reached a long awaited 4 months since I chippity chopchopped all of the pelo off of my head.  I've reached quite a place in hair growth, but I've gone longer with natural hair! About 4 years to be exact...that's the longest I've been natural, otherwise it's that white whipped goodness hair stylists have been playing in my hair with.  I will beat my personal record because I can.  Also, being natural has taught me that it's the way to go all around for me.  My scalp is at an all-time healthy and I keep my face natural too, but that's mostly because I'd rather those 30 extra minutes of sleep.  I snapped a few pics for ya and happy almost hump day (:


    الحب الكبير ,
          honey bee

My 4 month jubilant ass ! (:

I Like BAD BITCHES That's My Fucking Problem

I'm almost 19.... what do I have to show for 19 years of life?  I suppose a lot to an optimist, but I'm no optimist. I think I fall deeply in the middle, sometimes more pessimistic than optimistic (&vice versa).  I have decided to do something amazing, I'll leave my mark on this Earth, but more for the love of life and less for pride and egotistical reasons.  I don't wana talk about it yet, but I will start and complete this project.  Whether I'm successful or not....I'll blog about that later (;







      xo(almost 19 year old) honeybee



(P.S. my post title is only because I'm listening to 'problems', I can't complain about multiple bad bitches if I only know a couple)

Laugheteria

Sometimes (almost everyday) I feel like my life is one giant comedy.  What do I mean by that ? Well, just about everyday I find about a thousand reasons to laugh my diaphragm out.  I realized that I wouldn't have as much to laugh at if it weren't for me riding the city bus, so somehow I'm thankful for being on comedy tour everyday and somehow I'm still not.  You'd be surprised what there is to laugh at during the hour of 6 am, but the mission has been accomplished several times.  Do I remember what the hell is so funny ? NOPE.  What ends up being the funniest part of my day is not only what I witness, but also how I respond to the sights I see. The way I've described it is me blacking out, going into my avatar mode, and spewing out several texts at a time to my hood rat friends.  If you don't know what I'm referring to, then this is how I can best depict it through piccccctchaaas:

resulting in:

 

Now I know what you're thinking, but I do think I look like Kat Williams when I make my faces during my avatar state, but I don't officially know since it's like blacking out... Anyways, I love how hilarious my life is, thus making life pretty great at the moment !

                                  
الحب الكبير ,
          honey bee

Gingers & Kisses

Anyone who has ever heard me say a single word knows that i am forever stuck on gingers; Shaun White, Bob Soven, Rupert Grint, yeah they all can get a piece of this Caribbean cocoa.
Soooooooo
being that I completely adore all gingers and what i hope to be their fire crotches, i had one of the best nights ever last night. Not only did i look fuhmazing but i got the attention of one older red headed Canadian gentlemen with my awesome bod and crazy natural curls.
I'm not going to write much because i don't want this post to come back and haunt me when im older and trying to explain to my children why good guys take good girls on dates and the importance of saving your lips (top and bottom) for the guy you want to marry, but i will say yesterdaynightoutsideofthisniceclubitotallywentcrazywiththisgingernamedphillipfromcanadawhosoooooolovesmycutebum.
But that's all that you'll get from me. For i am a lady.
If you want more details you'll have to find me another ginger so that i can demonstrate ;)

hashtag oh yeah i went there
hashtag who's next
hastag leftover makeup never felt so good
hashtag KE$HA 101

Everyday Is Not Promised

I received some bad news yesterday afternoon, my friend Chris had died. He was a senior this year at my school and he some how contracted bacterial meningitis. What the fuck was all I could think when I heard that. Usually when you hear about kids dying, its different because you might not know them and they dont go to your school. I never thought something like this would happen to my school. I've had this mindset that all of my friends are going to live forever and nothing bad will ever happen to them. Chris was the kind of kid that everything he did would make you laugh, he could just walk into the class and he had this dumb look on his face. He would get in trouble so much in class for being a dumb ass but it was hilarious. I always thought he kinda looked like a young Taylor Lautner and he would always get mad when I told him that but it was true so I didn't care. I was talking to him about a month ago about hanging out when I came down from school on thanksgiving break. He's in a better place now and I'm going to have to accept that. Cherish everyone around you because you never know when it could be your last day with them.

<3 always,

   Deebayyy

Reward the Murderer

Along with childish things I was fortunate enough to leave behind in high school, I left my dear old friend procrastination.  Not gonna lie, we were inseperable !  He was comfortable, reliable, and helped me yield my very best work.  Over the few weeks that we've been separated, I see why our friendship damaged me more than helped me.  SURE it was amazing work and it blew everyone else's shit out of the water, including the early birds, but I see what a back stabber he really was to me.  He made me tired, he let me do useless things with my time, he sold my immune system to the devil, thus shitty health, always rushing, Rushing, RUSHING, and my biggest frenemy; BEING LATE.  Some friends are going to drag you down with them and you end up doing things you said you'd "never do" and it's probably those same friends that'll continue to convince you about how life works best when they're around, but I've discovered differently.  I feel like a success story, I killed my friend procrastination.  Will he ever reincarnate and come back to haunt the fuck out of me you may ask .... well, maybe (this past Tuesday morning -.-), but life has an interesting way of repaying those who make good decisions like killing off bad friends.  The question I ask you before I end is, DO YOU HAVE ANY FRIENDS WORTH KILLING?



 
الحب الكبير ,
          honey bee

Please Excuse Our Lives

What a busy month September has been to us ! I feel like this blog is something like an obligation and my fellow lovies and I have been doing horribly at nurturing it this month.  Adjustment definitely takes a while, but it's best to remember that it shouldn't take up ALL of your time.  Our sincerest apologies go out to everyone who reads our sisterhood documentations, "my b(r)izzle".
               Salute to the Party,
                                    Bianca (author of tonight's post), Windel, Deanna, and Hercules xx

It's Been A Long Time Coming

Its been a while since anyone has posted on here, but hey thats what college does to you. I saw this on a this girls blog the other day and I liked it, so I wanted to share it.

If ever there was a time to dare to make a difference,

to embark on something worth doing, it is now.

Not for any grand cause necessarily -

but for something that tugs at your heart,

something that’s your aspiration,

something that’s your dream.

You owe it to yourself to make your days count.

Have fun. Dig deep. Stretch. Dream big.

Know though, that things worth doing seldom come easily.

There will be good days. And there will be bad days.

There will be times when you want to turn around,

pack it up, and call it quits.

Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself,

that you are not afraid to learn by trying.

Persist.

Because with an idea, determination.

And the right tools, you can do great things.

Let your instincts, your intellect,

and your heart guide you.

Trust.

Believe in the incredible power of the human mind.

Of doing something that makes a difference.

Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping.

Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends.

Of all the things that cross your path this year.

The start of something new

brings the hope of something great.

Anything is possible.

There is only one you.

And you will pass this way only once.

Do it right. Just do it!

– Author Unknown

enjoy.

<3 always,

Deebayyy

The other 4-letter word people ignore...

I think one of the best things about having a best friend is the fact that you DO NOT live with them.  What do I mean exactly ?? WELL (: I think what bonds people together so well is the fact that there's time in between the talks, gossip, and bitchy college students for development of such a tighter bond.  Laymen terms ?  I'm so fond of Dee and Winbrizzle because I don't live with them.  There isn't any mystery or something to miss if we're always up in each other's faces.  I don't need to be reminded about their gross habits 24/7 and they don't mine.  Moral of the story... GIVE EACH OTHER SOME DAMN BREATHING ROOM !  I'd hate to lose a friend because we don't let one another live outside of our friendship, suffocation is easy to do :/  I just love my cute posse way too much, especially when we have moments that we remember extremely detailed, whether they happened a year ago or 2 nights ago <3

I'm done now! So more of this >>>> and less of ... well ... Squiddy and psycho Spongebob.

الحب الكبير ,
          honey bee

_ _ _ _

Dear Bianca's pride,
       shove all of your feelings up someone else's asshole and let's move on.
                                           xohoneybee

The College Struggle Is REAL!

So it wasn't until these past couple of days that I noticed how hard it is not having money in college. Classes just started on Monday and I've been on campus since Friday. For the past 6 days just to eat has been a struggle. My mom bought me frozen meals before she left back to Miami, but those just weren't enough! And the dorm that I'm in requires us to have a meal plan, which the lowest one only costs $1900 PLUS a $350 down payment. What the ef, how is anyone supposed to afford that when they 1. barely get financial aid and 2. don't have that kind of money sitting in their bank accounts? You aren't. It wasn't until today that I went over to the dining office and spoke to these people about not being able to afford this. That's when the cute little gay guy told me he liked my earrings and said "Don't worry honey, we'll get this all worked out for you." I've never been happier to eat in the dining hall then I was tonight.

SN: I need to find a job because this whole college thing is no joke


Love always,

Deebayyy

When I feel like giving up

From my Freshman Seminar course work

What are your top six reasons for attending college?
If you are tempted to give up on your college education, read this list.

1. To acquire knowledge
2. To make my parents happy
3. To meet interesting people
4. To get a degree
5. To make a difference in othe people's lives
6. For my own personal satisfaction

Even though somehow I have managed to make enemies and no friends this list shows me that I'm not here to interfere with these six reasons above. As long as I graduate and do what makes me happy, who care how many twitter follows I gained in the process.

hashtag you wish i cared
hashtag my future

I guess this is me

For my freshman seminar class my teacher had us introduce ourselves to our peers via blackboard. I think mine was basically me in a really awesome nutshell. 

 Hi! My name legal name is Wideleine (Wid-a-lynn) Desir (Da-zeer) but everyone calls me Windel. I'm an international studies major and planning on minoring in French. I come from Homestead (25 miles from Miami) but hail from Haiti. I am a equipment manager for our amazing football team. (Whenever you see them say hi. They are really nice guys.) I like culture. Currently I speak fluently two languages (English and Creole) but I technically know four (English, Creole, Spanish & French). I hope to become fluent in French and Spanish and learn Japanese, Chinese, Hebrew, German and Portuguese. At one point in my life I may want to work at an embassy as translator before moving up to an adviser's position. I like talking to my friends a lot and watching TV and reading. I think reading is kind of the bomb. After college I plan on joining the Peace Corps while getting my graduate degree. I want to continue to learn. I want to heart of Gandhi, the innovative thinking of Steve Jobs and the passion of Mother Teresa. As you will soon learn I am a huge fanatic of volunteering and an even bigger fanatic of donating body parts. By the time I'm gone I want to be missing a couple organs. And  oh, before I go, Rock the Vote!! Find out more about the key issues because now we are adults and we get to decide who we want and where we want them. So register to vote then actually go out and vote.

Bye!

Hashtag just checked everyone else's and I'm starting to thinking I didn't answer the invisible question
Hashtag look at that long hashtag

I kind of LOVE the '70's ?

The '70's is so inspiring for me.  I love the clothing, the music, and the "free to be you and me" motto's people swung around like crack rock.  I think I enjoy the men and their swooning styles the most... I mean GOSHHHH !  Have you ever heard what men in the '70's sang about ? Especially those African-American men <3 never took such a liking to them until my infatuation developed.  Smooth music that wasn't near erotic or made you feel like the words were undressing you, just refreshing sounds that you could float away with and sing out loud without looking like a sexual predator or a nympho (;  Men like Al Green simply sang about things like staying together and you're a wonderful woman.  I don't care if he was thinking dirtier things, he  doesn't come right out with it and I'm definitely a woman of mystery.  So am I paying homage to the 1970's or Al Green? BOTH.  but I think I'm also heading into the direction of other beautiful song writers that are making tonight perfect for me, so thanks Norah Jones, Sade, Al Green, and Nelly Furtado circa 2000.  That was a huge jumpspan of 30 years though, I still love the 70's!  The best parts?

Dearest Al Green, I love your smoove mofo ways

BELL BOTTOMS <3

ROUND GLASSES :D

SHIFT DRESSES <33333

  My addition to all of this fun?  My take on "free to be you and me"; hang gliding with my mother(; So that's my ode to the '70's and the year 2000...taste the rainbow.

higher than a mofo

الحب الكبير,
           honey bee

Fraternities & Sororities

Tonight my school hosted a pajama dance/party type thing in the gym.Or so i thought... Actually it was a showcase of the amazing stomping, barking, screeching and whistling of the the fraternities and sororities. The party started at nine and ended at midnight; from nine thirty until eleven fourty-five everyone (or maybe just me) was being pushed and shoved in every direction to give- sometimes one but usually two- groups of "dancers" the floor so they can create a stomping conga line. It was amazing the first couple of times; I was so excites. "Wow. A real fraternity. OMG! They're so good." But then instead of letting the freshmen- who apparently this whole event was dedicated to dance- the greeks decided to involve themselves in every song. If it wasn't the guys it was the girls, both equally annoying but the girls more pushy. I spent my first kind of real college party being fondled by strangers- who this party was supposed to help me meet- because the Greeks thought this would be the perfect chance to attack us with their stomps.
And the worst part is that they don't even believe in apologizing. Not just the Greeks, everyone!!!
Even if it wasn't my fault I still apologized to the people that I shoved. But noooo, a group a guys fell and on me and gave me faces when I gave them stank faces because I thought 400 pounds of negro was cause for a simply "Excuse me", "Sorry", "My bad" would've sufficed.
Oh and by the way a female mixture of Lamar Odom and Shaq attacked shoved me a couple people the length of a football field so that Your Royal "Thickness" had space to destroy the gym floor with her purposely heavy foot. She gave me the most sarcastic "Excuse me" when I informed her that excuse me is the word that everyone was looking for tonight.

But it wasn't that bad, my friend told me that the ginger that we had met earlier was getting down with some girls. AND one of the Greek boys was rather attractive, plus none of his brothers pushed me. So he's good.

BUT...
hashtag i want your letters taken away
hashtag inconsiderate
hashtag ruined college experience

Perfect.

I moved into my dorm room Wednesday morning and I have basically been bored since then.
But this video... IT'S PERFECTION.
My favorite parts are when the guys realize it's a dude. It's too funny.

hashtag killing me softly
hashtag cute guys

It all comes to an end

This is my last week here in Summer C at The Florida State University. Ive never been happier. It's not that I haven't enjoyed my time here, I'm just ready to get back to the 305 and see my family and friends. I'm also tired of this inclement weather; sun in the morning and rain in the afternoon wtf can i get a break? I thought Miami was bipolar but Tally definitely takes the cake. All I can say now is Tally, its been real but on thursday I'll being saying sayonara for 2 weeks and hello to M.I.A (:

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Deebayyy

Let's Count to 2

So I was falling in almost love with this one guy's tumblr and it made me think... the numbers 1 and 2 are powerful, but in pictures. The number 1 is haunting and beautiful in its involuntary solidarity, standing alone and being proud to be one of one. It could be a piece of art with one subject, a piece of a person, the remaining parts of someone, or a body part. The number 1 is truly unappreciated and overlooked, is one lonely or too difficult to understand?

The number 1 is far from being a "lonely" number, it seems like it's art, it's beauty, sometimes handsome, majestic, and even a legend... but the number 2...
Two is nothing near romantic, it's the number one on another level. Things this statemented speak for themselves.. so I'll let it speak.

Two just seems to make the world wonderful, with the truth in 2 eyes, deliciously consequential, fashionable, and friendly. Whoever said one is the loneliest number and that two is only a romantic rendez-vouz can shove it.

الحب الكبير,
honey bee

Pilot Jones

My life is finally accelerating, but I feel like it's been the most stagnant thing before this period... (EVEN NOW). It's kind of the worst. I need something amazing to happen to me, well... I WOULD LIKE for something amazing to happen to me besides being alive and school and fam/friendsies. I think I'm finally ready for something great to happen to me, before I wasn't in the position, but I was in the midst of amazing. I'm finally in the position to appreciate it and nothing's here yet and I'm (to say the least) annoyed because I'm more than bored. I would like to be wooed, that is exactly what I need, but I'm not saying it should be from a person... I wouldn't mind being wooed by nature or an opportunity or even happiness (if that could ever come together and make sense). #woomeworld


الحب الكبير,
honey bee

Mary Kate, Ashley & Windel

I have always agreed with the statement that I dress pretty much like Mary Kate & Ashley; they are my fashion mentors. I love everything about their wardrobe. Everything is so effortlessly oversized.
But being that my wardrobe has always been dictated by what my parents would buy for me and what I could afford I never really got a chance to explore and find out what my style is. Yes, I still love the whole hobo-boho vibe that the Olsen twins pull off. But while living alone for a bit I realized that the way I dress myself in my mind is not the way I dress myself in real life.
First of all I don't wear the appropriate colors to pull off the boho thing. My go to colors are: black, every shade of gray, olive green and brown. I guess those are the earth tones or something. (I should probably do a quiz to figure out what goes with my skin tone.) I'm also kind of obsessed with shiny things. Not shiny shirts but shiny accessories on them,like studs and glitter.
Secondly, I realized that I don't really like to wear baggy on baggy on saggy clothes. If I'm wearing skinny jeans I'll throw on a baggy Bill Cosby sweater and if I'm wearing a bottom that's not skin tight then I will wear my most fitting top. I don't want to walk around looking like a blob with arms.
I think it's going to take time for me to figure out how I would classify my style. I think it's mostly based off of the music I'm listening to at the moment. Adele is flowy and Drake is tight.

Hashtag I shop for myself!!!

I Got that ILLNANA (;

What if everyone was blind to beauty? Too much to handle? That's what I guessed. I wanna know what life would be like if we couldn't recognize a person's physical beauty. Guys who are handsome wouldn't be obsessed with their every reflection as for girls which almost makes the "game" of courting leveled on a fair playing field (unless you have money to blow). Wealth will never get old, so I know we can never live perfectly, but vanity is such a huge contribution to a twisted society and it's absence could change the world ... or just make life bearable for preteens, teens, young adults, and even grown ass adults. That's an obvious life changer for me because all I've ever wanted was a guy to approach me because I look INTERESTING and he wants to know who that girl is, not "oh man she's bad! I gotta get that!" because I'm pretty... sometimes I damn my beauty... and then I don't because I see me and then other people and like my face better (not being rude, just honest). It matters to me because I'm the type of girl who puts intelligence, inner radiance, and maturity over looks. Don't get me wrong though! I was raised in a brainwashed society so no matter how wrong I think romantic movies are because they falsely advertise love and how easy it is to find it in such a big ass world, some of me still feels some joy for the hopes of finding "easy love". I suppose if it's too easy or too cheap ... it's a NO-NO. And to end this lovely piece, I say FUCK THE MAN.

الحب الكبير,
honey bee

Lady Windel

I want to be courted. I want a guy to fall madly in love with all the things that others don't see. Like how my eyes are darker than the night itself. Or how I have a retarded dimple on my right cheek. Or how my lisp makes all my S's sound funny. Not because I give him that good poonani or because I put the magic in his magic stick. I want a guy who doesn't mind talking about stupid stuff because he knows that life itself is stupid. Someone who I can watch the clouds float by with and ponder what it must feel like to be water. Water that can fly. I want to fill my message box up with modern day letters explaining how crazy it makes me that he isn't next to me or how crazy it makes me when he looks at me. I want someone who makes me crazy! Crazy about everything! Crazy about smiles and little twinkles in his eyes. Crazy about moons because possibly he's staring at it too. I want first base to be him holding my hands. And second to be a kiss goodnight.
But unless I can find a way to go back in time and be white and from a wealthy family I can only dream.

Hashtag get over it

Never even called it home.

After spending about a month away from my parents I have moved back in for about three weeks. Three extremely long weeks. I thought moving back in wouldn't be that bad, except I forgot that I can't stand my family and all my friends are still away at college. I have spent the last five days laying on my bed and browsing the Internet looking for a way out of the house.
But the worst part about being home is that I don't know how to act around my family anymore. The clothes that I would usually wear while lounging around or going out are a complete no no now. I'm afraid to even wear my ear cuff because I'm trying to get in and out of this hell mouth as easily as possible.
Now that I'm back I regret ever telling my parents when classes ended.
I was alone back in Daytona but here it's worst; I'm living in a hornets nest.

Hashtag I miss being alone.
Hashtag this is where drugs and alcohol comes in.
Hashtag listening to country music.
Hashtag sad...

Living Space

So I visited my school yesterday and went apartment hunting ! :D I loved it, it was so exciting to be there my mom kept telling me that she wants to go back to school because it feels so cool to be in a college again. lol . I really learned the expenses of LIFE ... uhhhh apartments are expensive as sin ! I was looking for apartments with $100 a month for rent and everything included, I had the mindset of a crack house I guess ! I didn't know so please excuse my idiot mindset (:  I saw some b-e-a-u-tiful places that were pet friendly(yeee!) and so perffff <3  There was one place where the closet in one of the bedrooms was like Carrie's closet in the first Sex and the City movie (minus the clothes, shoes, and shelves...so just the size). 

my eternal jealousy will live on for this closet ...

My only issue with this type of closet space is that it tempts me to continue to fill it to beautiful potential when I should be on my broke girl college life tip, right?  I apparently have things to worry about like rent, my dog's needs, and my needs to survive and continue proper hygiene so people can still tolerate being next to me.  I know you didn't forget what it was like to stand or sit next to that smelly one or the one who clearly didn't brush their teeth and you see or smell the damage.  My point to this?  I'm excited and .... I'm gona be living in an apartment with one of my closest friends WITHOUT my mother or father... I will get used to this !  So that's kind of it and I'll post pictures soon ! Au revoir :*

 

 

 

          الحب الكبير,
        honey bee

So today marked the second day of my college experience. I'm officially on my own with schooling. No more having my mom stay up late with me to finish those projects that I procrastinated on; No more having her help me brainstorm ideas for research papers. I had 2 of my 3 classes today, and they actually weren't that bad. They were shorter than high school classes for sure! Even though it was only 45 min shorter, it felt like a whole hour. My history teacher has to be the most intimidating teacher I've ever encountered in my life. I was scared she'd see me falling asleep and use her spider arms to shake me awake! Thank God I dropped that class and changed to sociology. My teacher is this little old British guy, he actually sounds like the guy that was Batman’s butler in the dark knight lol. Don’t get me started on my math teacher, he's so old and the class is super easy. I still don’t know how I got stuck in this intermediate math class. I'm not a good test taker. Yep that's what it is. Besides all of that negativity, I'm finished with my classes early (12:15 MWF & 1:45 TR) thank god! If I had these super late classes like everyone else, I think I’d die. Well here’s my schedule, let’s see how long I can deal with it before I go crazy.

College

I survived! Last week was my first week as a born again freshman. I actually enjoyed it. Besides almost having a stroke everyday because of this 97 + degree weather, all of these hills, and the three days of rain at the beginning of the week. I definitely have to invest in some rainboots and a poncho! I thought miami had bipolar weather, apparently not. The people are really nice here, that's a plus. And don't get me started on the guys, they are so fine! Hahaha and the white boys here in the clubs here really love black girls, it's like we're so exotic! They come up behind my friends and I and just start dancing. I'm just like ayyyyy! Cause we all know how I feel about my white boys lol. But it really is nice up here when it isnt raining or extremly hot. I've also met alot of nice people. A friend of mine told me that friends in college really are a dime a dozen here. Something can happen with your old friend, but it'll be okay since you have a bunch more. Don't you agree? Food for thought.

Love always,

Deebayyy

S.E.B.

S.E.B. .... three words that sum up a portion of my life at its current stage.  There's one thing that's pretty mutual among everyone around my age ... a crappy budget due to unwanted financial obligations. This brings me to what S.E.B. is an acronym for, it's real, it's unfortunate, but it's the truth.  S.E.B. stands for Sad Educational Budget, no ladies and gentlemen it's the nightmare that grew so much to the point that it haunts me -.-  I am now forced to live on a S.E.B. due to my recent scholastic endeavors at Valencia College and my growing affinity for fashion and all things surrounding.  Something's gotta give!  I don't enjoy budgets, but they do keep people grounded, responsible (fiscally and beyond), and not as stressed.  Life constantly throws new challenges at your feet for you to trip over and be caught off guard, but I think it's our duty to remember that and stay prepared with things like "EMERGENCY MONEY" and a "PHONE CHARGER" or a "BACKUP OUTFIT" because you may get asked out on a date at the last minute or even a "HYGIENE KIT" to satisfy all of your hygienic needs when you aren't home (:  SO what have we learned in 5 minutes?  1. There's no such thing as "easy" money because if it was easy, everyone would do it and then it'd become hard and then .... yeea, no more easy.  2. Students have crappy budgets because someone decided that a budget should go from great (or a satisfying cash flow, pretty decent, ok, moderate, surviving, barely there) to crappy because adulthood should start with some sort of financial challenge and 3. Everyone should have to go through some sort of S.E.B. whether it's your education or whoever you decide to fund in your future.  Have a lovely day/night !


الحب الكبير,
        honey bee

the fashion world comes up with some weird stuff these days

So I know the popular trend now is color blocking; it’s cute and I all if you’re wearing a shirt with a bunch of colors that go together because that’s cute. But if you’re wearing a yellow shirt, pink shorts, and blue shoes, then something is obviously wrong with you. THAT ISN’T CUTE! If you happen to like doing this, I’m sorry that’s your choice. You will never catch me wearing something like a purple shirt, green pants, and pink shoes. That’ll never happen, ever. I just became friends with a girl on Facebook who in her profile pic happened to be wearing the yellow top, pink shorts, and blue shoes. And she continued to dress like this in several other photos; using different colors of course. Where did this whole trend start? I don’t care because it needs to end, now.

          <3 always,

                       Deebayyy

This is a yes

This is a hell to the no