::ding:: round one...

(picture: Oklahoma the day we crossed the state lines)

Okay, I'm entering the world of blogging- rather cautiously I might add. I know no one actually reads these things unless they're INCREDIBLY bored, or know someone enough to care. Until I moved 1,500 miles away from my friends and family there was certainly no need to ramble aimlessly to my computer when all of my loved ones were an arm's length away. As it is, I might as well throw some things down in black and white and let people keep up on my ever-changing life at their own pace! We'll start with the pertinent info: if you want the address of my new apartment, email me for it, I'm not posting that shit on the internet. Next, I've already started the financial struggle of living with poverty wages-- on top of my relocation reimbursement not coming in yet. Joy. Moving on, the toilet overflowed the first time I used it (at least I had only peed... definitely too afraid for #2 after that!) It has since been fixed, but I'm sure my scrambling frantically to get towels was entertaining for the fly on the wall at the time. I like my job a lot, the people I'm working with are really great and extremely helpful.

Now, on to the apartment/life outside of work section of this blog! My apartment is cute- in an... interesting complex... but cute none the less! Living in this complex is kind of like living in Clifton. Some average white folk- perhaps toying with the edges of trashy- and the most thugged out thugs Oklahoma can provide. So, needless to say, I feel right at home! haha... it's a little more nerve-wracking since I live alone, but so far- so good. Tonight I got to overhear my first honest-to-goodness domestic dispute. I'm not sure if he smacked his bitch up or gave her the old five-across-the-eyes, but he was definitely steamed up about 800 dollars. Now, before I could find the best eavesdropping location (which happens to be the closet in the dining area that houses my water heater. There is only one piece of drywall separating the apartment behind me and mine so the sound quality is superb; next to no muffling at all!) I fear I missed the prologue to the story. From what I deduce, she either stole 800 bucks from this guy who she lives with- baby daddy? Not sure yet. Or she did something with some other 'nigga' for the 800 dollars. Either case is entirely plausible, so pick whichever one tickles your fancy. He kept yelling 'nigga' and I'm not sure if it was at HER or about someone else. I'm not up on my ebonics, so I'm not sure if it's possible to call a woman a nigga. Well, at any rate, when I finally was in proper position, he was yelling over and over about how he always gives her all of his paychecks, shopping sprees all the time... 'all this for 800 damn dollas?!' ALL WHAT, FINE SIR?!??!? ALL WHAT I ASK YOU?!! It actually took restraint not to knock and ask through the thin drywall. However, I did not want him to 'bust a cap', so I stayed incognito. Furthermore, for those of you who have been privy to hearing me bitch about the overwhelming, wall-shaking bass that sometimes rattles my dishes, I think I have found the source! I guess I'm racial profiling, but if it isn't the 'nigga' behind me then it's the scrawny, hacky-sacking, stoner-looking kid who lives next to me. So, you say racial profiling, I say logical reasoning. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe...

Tomorrow, Saturday, I'm going to my first game(s) with the University of Oklahoma Roses. They said they would use me in the games, but we'll see how it goes. I'm really excited and this week I'll start going to their weekly Tues/Thurs practices! I'm amped!

Alas, that is all I have to say for tonight. I think I've given a fair amount of myself in this first blog so I'll stop now before I exceed the limit of the readers' attention span.

pics of the new apartment before I've done much to it... I'll get up pics of it looking pretty... once it's looking pretty!!