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Evading Responsibility

I’ve been doing a great job of shirking my responsibilities in this period of time since school ended last Wednesday.  I’ve found ways to start new art projects and hobbies (Michael’s has become my new favorite hangout), read books, watched movies, taken naps, and hang out with friends.  However, I’ve only had limited time to pack my apartment.

Sigh.

It’s really that I hate packing.  And it’s not that I haven’t done ANY packing.  I’ve packed my living room, and half of my closet.  That just leaves the kitchen, pantry, bathroom, and the other half of my closet.  And the movers aren’t coming until Saturday.  That means I have plenty of time, right?

You can consider this blog entry as a sufficient way for me to yet again, evade the responsbility of packing.  Today’s goal includes packing the pantry, the bathroom, and the other half of my closet.  That will just leave me with having to do the kitchen, and get those clothes out of my dresser into their respective suitcases.

I am proud to announce that it’s very likely that this will happen.  Partially because I don’t really have anything else planned today to prevent it, and partially because it’s entirely too hot outside to venture out to do anything else.

But, I really do need some help.  If you know some people who are able and willing to help, please send them my way.  I think your recommendations are safer than that of my BFF, who recommended that I go to Home Depot early in the morning and secure some day laborers to help me pack for $50.  I guess that’s what friends are for?

Anyhow, enough of this evading responsibility.  I’m off to try and make some things happen.  Until next time…


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So Proud…

I normally wouldn’t do this, but some things are worth recognizing.

Big shout out to Quinton Sawyer on his new position as Head Athletic Trainer at Campbell University.  You can check out the awesome press release on Quinton here.

So…this should help to further dispute the idea that there aren’t any good black males out there.  There are, and you know it.  And while I know it’s tempting, don’t run out and try to holla at Quinton.  I don’t think his girlfriend would like that too much.

Congrats Q!