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Day 5: A Picture of Something You Really Hate

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 01:56:40 -0500

So I didnt do DAY 4 because everyone already knows my family means the WORLD to ME!! So now on to DAY 5….

Now if you know anything about ME you already know what this will be a picture of, but for those of you who don’t here goes (by the way its going to make me sick to my stomach when I post this pic).

Day 3: About your friends.

Tue, 24 May 2011 02:08:02 -0500

Ask anybody who has known me any length of time, whether its a day or 22 years, and they will tell you that friendship is VERY important to ME. I believe that a TRUE friend is one who is so loyal that their alliance becomes as intertwined as if they were family. My friends are few and true and thats how I like to keep them.

My Suga Mama: Over the years my god sister Marquita and I have become the perfect pair. When we first began to get close we were extremely alot alike, but as time progress and life threw its curves ball we have grown to be two completely different women, however our love fo each other has stayed the same. Now she is the perfect ying to my yang, the peanut buter to my jelly, and we balance each other out to form the perfect friendship.

My Man: My boyfriend, since day one has been my best friend. Okay, we did not automatically become bestfriends when we met but we developed a strong friendship before ever dating and it was this friendship that can be FULLY accredited with forming our relationship back together. I confide in him alot, and we also have opposite personallities, ad I am able to come to him as a friend at times when I am not able to as a girl friend.

My HighSchool Crew: My highschool crew is comprised off a group of girls who have all in their special way helped me to grow as a person. Tasha, my longest friend, and I have been knowning each other before we knew ourselves. We are 11 days apart and our mothers grew up in the same church and we followed in their footsteps. I often say that Tasha is MY responisbility, and ever since I could remember whatever she needed I was there. Denisha, my 2nd longest friend, and I have been knowing each other since 1st grade. Now we were not always close, but highschool developed and grew our friendship to new heights. Every educational level we have gone to Denisha and I ironically did it together. Freeman (1st thru 8th), highschool (Overton), and college (both in Missouri). She is one of the most sound individuals I know, and being that I am always the person others lean on, she is the one behind the scenes letting me lean on her. Lastly, Ty whom I had the blessing of meeting through Tasha. Although Ty and I have been friends the shortest amount of time through the group, we automatically bonded on a level that seemed unreal for me. I do not like people often nor too quickly and both of those rules went out the window when Ty and I developed our relationship.

My SLU crew: I had the pleasure of going to school 300 plus miles from home in StL and there I had the opportunity to meet some of my closest friends. Mouse, Ashley, Keiondra, and Diamond, were the people who made STL my home away from home and I am grateful for their friendship and I miss them daily.

Nate and Tan: This couple has impacted my life in ways that I never imagined. I met both of them through my boy friend when I moved home and through them I am continuously amazed at what God can do and the people he put in your life. Tan an I are close in how we approach relationships and friendship and because of that it has allowed us to become great friends. My loyality to both of them is infinite.

Day 2: The Meaning Behind Your Name

Sat, 21 May 2011 18:36:25 -0500

Larissa Eboni Redmond, where does ther name come from, and does it have ANYTHING to do with the woman I have turned out to be? We shall see….

Larissa… Wel I did not have to search for the meaning of Larissa because it was something I have previously done. Larissa is of Greece origin and means cheerful. Although I do not believer my mother intentionally named me Larissa b/c it means cheerful, its ironic because she is ALWAYS cheerful. It does not matter what time of the day, for the most part she is happy go lucky. Now myself on the other hand is a different story! LOL. Thats not to say I am never cheerful I just have a more serious side to myself, however if I am comfortable with you, you see my cheerful side more often.

Eboni… When searching my middle name I thought it was extremely funny its meaning. Eboni comes from England origin and means the color black. Now if you didn’t know me this probably wouldn’t seem as funny, but for those who do, they know why. I am the most pro black female you will ever meet. Now I don’t mean pro Black like Afro, dasheque (spelling), etc I just mean that I believe that the white man is ALWAYS trying to bring us down. Why are you laughing….I am SO serious. I don’t hate white people, but because of life experience I don’t like them either.

Redmond… Now I have mixed emotions about this one. Anyone who knows ME knows that I would prefer my mothers last name Mack anyday of the week, however Redmond is what I have, and after researching that might just be for a specific reason. Redmond is usually associated with Irish or English origin. In most cases it means protector or councel. These two descriptions fit me extremely well. I am a natural nuturer, and protecting and giving councel to my love ones is something that comes naturally.

I never really thought about researching my childrens names when I have them, but that might just be something I do now.

Day 1: 5 interesting facts about yourself.

Fri, 20 May 2011 00:20:24 -0500

1. I HATE feet!!! Plain an simple, my own feet are no exclusion.

2. I am an oxymoron.

3. I love any kind of greeting card (birthday, anniversary, thank you, etc) and I have kept everyone I have EVER gotton since I was a toddler.

4. Im a ride-or-die person….seriously

5. I can write a paper on ANY subject

UNtitled poem written in an UNinteresting class...

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 10:23:24 -0600

I was in my 1st class of the day, Monster’s Studies, which I take from the most egostical, arrogant, racist, boring man here on Earth. Needless to say I DO NOT like the class. I mean, what is Monster’s Studies anyway?! Well in my attempt to not care to find the answer, I began to write. I am sure the the tone of my poem will express to you the lack of interest I have in this class and the teacher. Here goes nothing, Enjoy!

Untitled

Bored.

1^st class.

Rambling.

Not ME.

But him.

The beast without the beauty.

Monster of lecture.

Mouth of the south.

Yet, I listen.

Why?

I pay.

I listen.

He rambles.

So I write.

About nothing.

About everything.

Just write.

Moving left to right.

Ink flowing.

Airborne.

Killing ignorance.

The antidote.

A found cure.

Pure, yet raw.

1^st draft.

Hour time.

Virgin thoughts.

Aimless rhymes.

Hearing.

Not listening.

Still rambling.

Not ME.

But him.

Not learning.

So I write.

And like him,

My pen rambles.

Aint Nothing Like the First Time....

Sat, 05 Feb 2011 01:44:05 -0600

Soooooo…I bet initially, when my followers read the title, the first thought that came to mind was something freaky. And seeing as I only have 1 follower, YES I’m talking about you! Now that we have addressed all the gutter minded people in the house….

My first post!!! Ummm…what should I discuss? I think the fun in doing one’s first post is the pure entertainment the audience gets from reading the blogger ramble on and on about what to write; in essence not actually writing about anything. Yes, kind of like I’m doing now. But unlike most, I will find something to talk about, even if I have to keep you all here reading my random rambling ALL day… and you’re going to sit down, shut up, and listen too! Ok ok I’m sorry, let’s talk about you then. In the real world, I probably don’t like you (this is futuristic speaking seeing as at the time this is being written the only follower I have I actually love very much). Hey now, do not take it personal, I’m just not a people person. Well let me change that, I do not like to be, but somehow I can grasp the attention of any room with my peculiar charm. Hey! I told you in the bio I’m an oxymoron; and this would be one example of it. It’s not that I particularly don’t like to dislike people, it’s just people tend to cause massive headaches for no reason. You already are forced to go through these same headaches with people you love, but with them you have no choice, but with Randoms (yes that’s what I like to call them), you do not have to take it. Tell the truth, you know random people can frustrate you to the fourth degree, yet and still we try to be around them. Well not ME! I refuse to be coerced into being around Randoms just because. It’s truly not necessary. Yes, there is always this chance that you could meet someone who could turn out to be a great friend, love of your life, or a sponsor (shout out to the gold diggers); but you probably already have someone in your life who fits that category so why add another? All I am simply saying is why be around a new group of Randoms when the ones in your life are already a hand full. Just doesn’t make sense to ME.

Well…don’t believe my first post was too bad. And look, I only rambled for about 5 sentences, so KUDOS to ME. I know you (the reader) are probably already thinking…this chick is mean. But if this did cross your mind then you obviously cannot read very well because the url CLEARLY states blunt _NOT _MEan. I simply say what you can’t. And…SCENE!