Her Name Is April Rose

It’s nearly 3 am on Friday morning and my phone is going off. Miguel’s All I Want Is You.. It’s Seven calling. -smile- He asks what I’m up to and I tell him I’m making a PSN ID. Seven chuckles and says, “You’re so boring baby..” Did he.. He just called me boring. I’m not boring.. am I? (more…)

As part of my Day Zero Project list, I’ve decided to partake in answering “50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind”.

Let’s begin (And no, I’m not going to answer them in order).

Question 6: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

First of all, I don’t want to be rich. I’d rather be wealthy. Yes, there’s a difference.

A lot of people who know me would probably think I’d say something like ESPN analyst or sports photographer. Yes, I would love to work for ESPN or make a living from photography. I think there’s one thing that outweighs all of that.

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Note: I debated on whether or not I really wanted to post this. It’s not something that I’m particularly comfortable talking about, but after speaking with Artieka I realized it’s something that I needed to share in order to really cope with some things. (more…)

I don’t even know where to start honestly. There’s so much chaos going on in my life, but I’m trying my best to stay calm under the pressure. I’ve been stressed, yes. Apparently it’s noticeable in my tweets -shrugs-

Found out a lot of things that people were hiding.. Seen friendships fall apart.. It’s crazy out here. Thankfully, I have a few bright spots to look forward to. I would elaborate more, but I’ll save it for a future post.

I just wanted to update you guys. I’m alive. Still breathing. I ain’t going anywhere.

College is the place where you’re supposed to “find yourself” right? Well, I can attest to that.. kind of. When people get to college, they change — some for the better, others.. not so much.

I changed a lot from who I was growing up in Willingboro. Looking back at my 2 and half years on campus, I really hate who I had become. I turned into this girl who was always trying to please other people before doing anything for myself. I started to ignore those who truly cared about me, yet catered to those who would probably forget about me as soon as I was gone.

Now, living at home and going to school out here, I can really reflect on those years. This wasn’t who I was, but I was so caught up living on campus, that I really couldn’t see this transformation happening. Forget finding myself.. I completely lost my identity.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had some great times and I’ve encountered people that I truly do adore on campus. And I’m not saying that college is a horrible black hole that will turn you into some zombie. Living there just wasn’t for me at the time, but I’m grateful for my time there. I don’t regret anything. I’d rather just chalk it up to being a learning experience.

Would I do it all over again? Maybe. I’m getting my associates soon & I need to transfer somewhere to get my bachelors. Sadly, that school’s my best option for my degree. At least I know I won’t be making those same mistakes again if & when I transfer back.