Naw brother, ya gottsa getcha own!

So I totally agree with Drake and whoever that guy is that he says was on BET late nights,(I never saw it) You gotta get your own!

I feel some kinda way about biters, but then don't they say thats the highest form of flattery? Whatever...

Dear Summer, I know you gonna miss me, I know we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees..

But really, I don't own Nike the first, and if you consider a deep v fresh then maybe I guess I could stop getting so pissed about the flattery.

Im looking at the calendar and have to squint my eyes and tilt my head to understand the numbers. Can't believe that summers over. It doesnt even seem like Ive been out of school for three monthes, let alone that Ive been in NY for the summer. I guess I had envisioned this summer more of a vacation than a hustle, and how wrong of me to do so, especially when I know that NY is the hustling capital of the world. Oh well, its over, and all the Pinkberry with David, B&N with Avery, Sneaker shops with Kirt, or Sushi with Julia aint gonna bring those days back. Again Whatever... Fall is here and with it comes the start of my final semester in fashion school, a kick ass internship at Marc, all my fav tv shows, some fly ass Steve Madden Boots that Im scheming on, and the impetus to try a deep burgundy reddish nail polish on my feet AND hands... I don't know... I think it might look nice. More importantly comes that damn nagging feeling that every senior gets when they begin the final semester of their last year of school. The fending off of real world pressure by class after class just feels too good. I complain but in the end I'd take a Russian lady avoiding a compliment and spewing a "generally good" my way anyday over the perils of job hunting. I feel sick thinking about it.

I know, I know, one minute Im asserting my maturity and the next minute Im held up in my spanish hell, going through crackberry withdrawl, avoiding friends, and enjoying my all black wardrobe as it aids in my wallowing. Gimmie about another two weeks and I should be ok.