it seems that my every last
Everything is going as right, as it can....
On my quest for independence, Im about a cell phone, and insurance payment away. Im getting there. I pay for school, but its cool with a new job, A nice car, a few girls, living in a new spot in the hottest part of town, with sundays devoted to Chaiwalla Basketball. The Lakers play the Celtics as I get off from my accounting job, it will be half time. I would usually change my clothes before i hit the bar, but im feeling really good about the shirt and tie. I know im getting way ahead of myself, and on Friday at 5pm im granted another All American weekend, but i need to stop myself before I even start. This blog is to get whatever invincibility im feeling out of my system. I feel incredible right now, about life, about everything. About my family, too many friends and the free time ive gained this year which i attribute to prison, I spent getting to know some wonderful and not so wonderful females. I will get more into detail on that as Valentines day hits, but damn in this economy diddnt allow many of my friends 2 opportunities that im about to seize.
They tryna shoot down my flight...before it land.
It must land. I cant show excitement, at this proverbial high point. Im actually scared of this excitement, I trained myself for this and i really should not celebrate this weekend. I feel like my future is set, but i cant let myself think that. I'm not going in for an interview, but i sure as hell need to pretend it is. I know my stregths and I need it right now. This feeling of being unstoppable has to cease before I sleep and has to stay at home. I might turn into somebody that I said i would never become. I love myself, and I promise that's why i love you so much. Dont Get comfortable Neil. Thats what happened in 2004, thats what happened last summer.
But you can miss me with all that..diss me than crawl back..
I been doing food service since i can even remember, to just yesterday when I wrapped the last sandwich at Togo's. I will always keep these memories, and remember that its probably what made me. Not having a job for a month was hell for me. I would hate talking to girls, I couldn't even look myself in the mirror. I would rather make sandwiches than do nothing, and thats what i did. Thank God my old Manager loved me. Other than that i applied pretty much everywhere, knowing i would have my original internship in the summer. I really hope I never look down on another man. It happens so often I couldnt put it past myself. I just have a certain appreciation for those who have to struggle. Its like i want to hold them. Its incredible, how just being genuinely friendly to a waiter, what it could do for you. I get hooked up with free fries at Carls Jr, and Arianna at sonic burger even gave me her number. John at the Flamebroiler remembers my Name and always hooks me up with a drink, I pray for his success. Vero at Starbucks has hooked me up with at least 20 dollars worth of free coffee, and a wink. She is cute and I told her she was my Favorite Barista ever. I wonder what is going to happen when I see her again. I mean she remembers my name amongst a Sea of Starbucks Regulars. She is wearing the nametag. Thats customer service right there, I love it. I had a rule that i would always mention their name if they wear a nametag, and if they dont i would ask for their name. I really love to humanize somebody who looks like they need it, and the compensation is unlimited. I guess you cant put a number on somebody, I believe everybody has a soul, everybody has a fire about them in form of passion. Its not hard to see, but I guess its so easy to forget.
I really wish y'all would fall back, but getting rich sposed to solve that.
They want me to call this the real world, cuz i wear a tie. But i believe the real world started a long time ago. I refuse to take it easy. I refuse to be in a circle bitching about an economy. I wont ever make an excuse. Ever. I'm Reppin NoDaysOff and im going to find ways to push myself past what i was doing in years past. im 21 years old, and that was an adult in the 1970s. I dont know what people call it today, but let me tell you why the 1970s are important, because the ones handing out the paychecks are from the 1970's and beyond. I wanted to take over Cal State Fullerton a few years ago, I wanted to be captain of this, president of that, and yeah that was my name on the Bhangra Team Sign ups. I figured out that there is more than the College Expirience. I have experienced it, and almost every concievable angle of it. Im happy i made it to where i am, and that BMW stuck in the dessert couldnt have been any later than it was. I found an algorithm within myself that i need to reach again. I need to connect with my boss, and learn everything I can. I'm being so genuine, cuz i refuse to kiss an ass. I told you i would never do it, and i bagged 2 internships going into fall.
My dream was to be the VP of Finance of CSUF, but its funny that it may not even be good enough with what is going on. I swear things are going so good right now, but am I prepared for the worst? I have a stack of books i need to read, but im beggining to push them away like im too busy. I got options now, so i must use my brain. I have been granted weekends, which i have to proliferate with activities, or schedual solid studying time, as i could be working upwards of 30 hours on mon-fri.
And these days women make offers, and who the hell am I to say noo, noo, noo..
I'm going shopping for new ties and shirts, and girl wants to come with me. I told her we would go to the mall together this weekend and she was going to concurrntly buy a dress. i guess that's kinda cute, but its def. cutting too close to valentines day tho. Things are insane. More about that later.Sundays are basketball days, and i need to take it seriously as the Chaiwalla Team Captain. I swear I love my life. I dont need a vacation. If you love your life, do you need a vacation? seriously. I dont mind tho, i need to see this world. I had a few days off this year, and they havent done much for me. When im told to have a great weekend, i will nodd my head with the civilian and wish them the same, but you know what im reppin. and i feel like i need to be held to these things. Im going to set some hard goals by way of fitness and school. I need to cut hair, i need to rap. I gotta help my little brothers and Even the Poor. There is so much i was given in which i dont deserve. I dont deserve the treatment, but i take it.
I will go hard forever though. Believe that i have some revenge to serve a short list of people. Believe i have to shake off stereotypes that Im a Chef. I want to study law, and find a way to make alot of people smile in a short period of time. Im really happy, but i could be really vulnerable. I start a new chapter in my life very soon, and im ready to move. Stop calling me a college student, i just swag it out like one. Yeah that's a backpack, but remember it was my decision to even be here. This the real world (i Guess), school finished. Im trying to be independent, im getting close to it. I dont ever want to be considered a chump again, no not by basketball coaches, older women or even worse in front of a mirror. Im about as hungry as a plastic hippopotamus. Good Night. Thank you Jesus.
#Nodaysoff ever.
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