Whip My Hair

So for the past month or so I have been rocking the natural look. At first I was scared but after my first day out with natural hair I grew more and more comfortable. Almost too comfortable.

My laziness and lack of maintenance turned my:

FAB FRO

into a...

HELL NO

But alas, all is right with the world. I have put my hair into braids (never-before-tried twists I might add which I absolutely love love love) and now look like the tame, well-mannered Ciku I've grown to know and love instead of some hooligan gallivanting 'round Riverside. Oh what my lack of caring does to me...

Conversations

//listening to brother's music

Her: "So what are you gonna do if your brother becomes a famous musician?"
Me: "Hmm, what am I gonna do when my brother becomes a famous musician?..."


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LessonLearned

When the school trolley arrived at my stop it parked a little far from the curb. I could have stepped down and then up onto the curb but decided against it and instead leaped from the last step to the sidewalk. Bad idea.

Not only did I cut someone off when I landed on the sidewalk but a blind person at that. I landed about an inch or so away from her walking cane. She jumped, I quickly said sorry and fled the scene.

From now on, no more Superman leaps.