Dec 1st. 10:30am
It’s finally December, now I can fully enjoy the christmas festivities. It just didn’t feel right singing christmas songs in November, but now? Bring It! Fa la la la la, la la, la, laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I even watched the remastered Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer, the claymation version, on tv last night. Annnnnnnd I had my egg nog last week. Life is good.
I never knew that my eyesockets and upper eyelid gave off heat! Goodness. If I’m walkin out in the cold and I step into a warm building, then the part of the glasses near my upper eyelid give off heat. Clearly! Ya learn something new erryday.
I saw a crazy man today. I see them everyday but this one was borderline demonic. So much so, that I had send up a prayer for the people who cross his path. It was a black man, in a gold lookin shirt and black pants, wearing a long trenchcoat but he didn’t button it. Instead he was walkin with his arms across his chest and this menacing look on his face. It wasn’t so much his expression, but his eyes. He had crazy eyes. I look people in the eyes all the time and his just weren’t right. I turned my head slightly to see if he was wearing a bookbag b/c somehow knowing he was in a “goth” stage in college makes it a little better but only by thismuch. No bookbag. Praying followed.
Remember when I lost my mind for a lil bit and was talkin bout THE ONE, well I ran into him again today. I actually got an the shuttle and said “hey”. I did find it interesting that as we can up to the school, he leaned forward and peeked toward the back of the bus. I will hold on to the dillusionment that he was lookin at me. Thanks and have a great day. When I got off, we both passed the crazy man at the same time. He, not the crazy man but ‘the one’ knew I was behind him, so he looked back and was like “ooook”. Me *with appropriate WTH expression* “yep, that was kinda weird” *silence as we walk* Me thinking *dang, here’s where we split* Me “so how you doing?” him: “good, just tryin to graduate” Me: I feel ya.*as I veer off toward my destination* Him: “I’ll see you around” Me: “Ok” *walkin away with sense of accomplishment and thinking ‘thou shalt not covet thy neighbors boyfriend* Readers: you are now allowed to scratch out your eyeballs. This is the end of Serenity’s girlie moment. This was brought to you by P.M.S the proud maker of “Don’t mess wit me!*angry face* I love youuuuu*googly eyes* You don’t even know you in danger *eerily calm face*”
Facebook is crack. It’s also dangerous if you’re a stalker. I happen to have a friend who has stalking tendencies and facebook ain’t good for him. *scratches head* why is he my friend…oh that’s right, cause you keep an eye on crazy people. Momma didn’t raise no fool! Clearly!
I swore I had more to blog about *thinking* *jeopardy theme music*
I’m thinkin about locing my hair. I’ve got bout 4-5 inches of hair that I style into an afro or twist out. I’m getting tired of picking it and I think the pickin is damaging my ends. The twist out takes 3hrs if I’m doing it by myself. ALSO I need a trim but I’m too cheap to go to a natural hair stylist and the regular hair stylist I know of would need to straight my hair and then trim it. Clearly not. Some suggest a barber but I’m scared I’ll come out with a dudes fro, ya know, perfectly round, ummm no. Soooooooo since my mom is a loc wearing beautiful black queen *that was a bit much* I’m thinking about walkin down that same path.
You see, my momma gets up, pulls off her satin cap, applies some moisterizer and bounces. I wake up, pull off my satin cap, apply shea butter, pick, pick, pick, ouch ouch ouch, put on head band *that will inevitably get lost in the fro*, throw scarf over fro and pat accordingly, remove scarf and continue to pat into desired shape, and finally, check ya profile to see if you have any lumps. People, this isn’t gonna work much longer cause my hair is growing like weeds. Soooooooo, I know I won’t have the money before Christmas but Lord willing I’ll get this job. Which means after christmas…it’s on and poppin. I will be able to afford starter locs and to keep them maintained. I’m hoping to get it started over the winter b/c I can stand headwraps in the cold b/c my hair WILL look a hot mess, I have no dillusions. I seent my momma head but the end is well worth it. She has the nicest shoulder length locs. 
They say you carry a certain energy in your locs and you should loc on good times. Well, I believe these are good times, I choose to make these good times. It’s time to loc it up!
This just in: In a couple of weeks it will be 1yr since the creamy crack has touched my scalp.
I think I’m done but I may be back..they day is still young.
Serenity
