Early Bird Catches The Worm

I have an obsession with sunlight. I have developed a firm belief that sunlight = happiness. Recently, I have begun sleeping well into the early afternoon even though my alarm is set for 8 am. This particular morning I woke up as my alarm went off and I felt a burst of energy that has been lacking from my usual awakening. Curiosity on my mind, I reached for my Macbook and google things I missed from the last English 101 assignment.

There are a few gentlemen in my class who have taken my mind farther than the 4 walls my class was set in. Hunger for information and food are all I feel. I double check the facts distributed by a particular classmate and he's on my mind as I realize most of my class notes are from his own research as well as the teacher's comments. Satisfied that I confirmed his input, I move onto the assignments due next week with the ambition and eagerness to dig just as deep as he has.

Current Events

So recently, I have been thinking about my late grandmother a lot. Somehow I have managed to incorporate her into almost everything I talk about. I dream about her. I thank her for her influence on me. I miss her. But I refuse to be down about her missing presence.

I have been reading a book my friend mentioned on Facebook. It has to do with raising black boys the proper way and what influences may deter the parents' work. I take on a curious and thoughtful standpoint when it comes to what the psychoanalysis is concerning the black community. I continue to wonder where resentment and double standards come from even though equal treatment is the most deserving thing to be offered.

I Remember (the time...)

I remember my cousins and I eating breakfast at my grandma's house where I lived.
I remember Nintendo games.
I remember falling asleep doing homework and then staying up past my bedtime.
I remember having 13 pets and forgetting to take care of them.
I remember holding my little brother when he was an infant.
I remember girls wanting to play in my hair.
I remember knowing about sex when I was younger than 10 years old.
I remember my mom admitting to me that she was depressed with her life and it affecting me.
I remember Cabbage Patch Kids.
I remember playing tag with about 15 other kids in the Dallas, Texas apartment complex I lived in.
I remember crying to my mom when we found out the tumor I had was cancerous and I didn't understand if that meant I would die.
I remember the first time I was completely stressed and it being due to a relationship.
I remember the first times I smoked.
I remember a friend's girlfriend dying and it meant so much to me that I wanted to go back to being care-free as I had been all my life.
I remember being one of the first people to laugh and smile in many situations.
I remember my mom visiting me at my dad's house for the first time. I grew up with her and moved in with him when I was about 20 years old. This was monumental because she came to tell me in person that my grandmother passed away.
I remember my grandma raising me for a large part of my life.
I remember being way too shy to make friends.
I remember my Easy Bake Oven.