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The name's Yvonne, how do you do? Just a 20-something trying to get through life. Started with the intent of artistic endeavors but got sidetracked with reblogs. Lover of creative things, equality, Doctor Who and A:TLA. She'd love to hear from you!

knewdrew:

nothing used to hurt my heart more than being called an african booty scratcher in elementary school

don’t matter how good my day was going

once someone pulled the african booty scratcher card out on me, that was it

fuck recess. call my mom. i want to go home. i’m an african booty scratcher.

I was craving chocolate, so I made chocolate “pudding”, using avocado and almond milk. It’s really good, actually; tastes like the Snack Pack stuff. Okay, food blogging over.

I’ve reblogged a lot of stuff today…

…I need a life…

So I’m looking for a good picture of myself to submit to Pencil Tribe and realized I actually have none…

I’M WATCHING FAIRLY ODD PARENTS AND MR. CROCKER JUST SAID “I WAS BORN ON MAY 13TH”

WHICH IS TODAY

GUYS

THIS IS MY MOM’S BIRTHDAY

O_O

So it’s hitting me that now that I’m out of school, I still have a buttload of things to do.

  • Start updating both my side tumblrs
  • Refine my resume/portfolio
  • find a job/internship
  • get in shape
  • hone my skills in everything
  • Somehow help the community
  • stuff i’m forgetting somewhere

Gah. not sure how I’m gonna handle all this.

Sometimes I go to graphic design and print inspiration sites and suck my teeth at how amazing they are and how not-amazing I feel.

prablata:

distance is sort of a bitch

prablata:

distance is sort of a bitch

Maybe I should do a project a day to strengthen my graphic design stuff…

So today is my first full day back home. After wearing the cap and gown, walking down an aisle, and getting a case for the degree that’ll be coming in the mail in a couple of weeks, college is over and, for the foreseeable future, I am not going back. And you know, despite the seemingly thousands of people that have asked, I don’t know how I feel about it yet. But when I woke up this morning in the room and bed I grew up in, it was like I woke up from a long dream and that I was back where I started all those years ago. So now that I’m out of Wonderland, what do I do now?

Of course, I’m going to start looking for a job, but I also want to do so much more. I wanna get into sewing and back into my crafts and the blogs I’ve been neglecting to update, maybe start up an etsy store and arrange the songs I’ve wanted to since forever. But how would I even start? And would I be able to do everything that I want to? I mean, job, church, life, etc.

Meh, thinking about things still, to be continued.

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