...makes Nickiesha cross, angry, miserable.



So Independence weekend is just around the corner and we all know what that means. Partayyyyyy!!!!. But not for me. I anticipate a hectic work schedule with possibly quite a few hours of overtime.

The buzz on the streets right now is ATI/RTI Weekend in Negril. Growing up through the ATI buzz for years and years, never has it appealed to me. Not my style of partying, not my kind of crowd. I tend not to do all-inclusives because I do not drink, I don't eat when I go out (believe it or not), so I would be spending my J$8500 for a season pass to dress impy skimpy, buss two cute whine and probably see people from yesteryear. I'll surely pass.

Maybe just maybe I will find something local to do over the same weekend. That way I will have stories to tell too. But I think I know what I'll do. I need to find a social male butterfly to hang around and hopefully he will lure me into the idea of taking a night off to party. Yea. A dat mia go do. But do I have enoough time?

My friend Ceta has been trying to set me up on some random male friend of hers much to my annoyance because I hate match-making. Maybe I'll finally give her the permission to divulge my number and see what a little less work and a little more play can do.

Growing up I hated New York and as such I always found a reason to not want to go there. The much anticipated trip away from home has come and gone and it was well spent.But I must extend warm regards to those who made it worthwhile for me.

Has it been two weeks since I left New York? Almost!

I had tons of fun. Had lots to do and so little time to have done it. Busy as a bee surely described my time there. Going here, going there, being shown around, taken to nice places, getting on the subway (by myself as the days went by), meeting new people, going shopping, even staying home at times seemed to be such a different experience. Now I feel like I should take the time out to get acquainted with the big city.

Back home and it is so overwhelming. From work to home and not much time for leisure sure sucks. Not to mention how my plate will be filled in the upcoming weeks to make final arrangements to be at school "September morning".

So I was informed I am now entitled to 8 more vacation days for the remainder of the year. Who would've thought?...Thinking of going back. Sounds like a plan but maybe by then it will be too cold. I hate the cold unless of course there will be someone to keep me warm....**thinking****thinking****thinking**. I doubt it. Maybe next year!