Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Girls Love Beyonce...and Amanda "loves" Drake! New Drake Track!

New Drake track!!! Girls Love Beyonce feat. James Fauntleroy

Drake drops a new track April 16th. I can smell the track list coming...


                          

5am in Toronto...Started From The Bottom...No New Friends...now Girls Love Beyonce. I am in Drake music heaven! To me, this song is just another example of how talented my boo...I mean Drake is ;) Read more about the song and download it after the jump!!


Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Resurrection Sunday! Happy Easter!



Hello All!

No matter what your personal beliefs, we here at BBG do hope that you are enjoying your Sunday with your family and friends. It's always nice to be surrounded by those who care for us and to be able to carry that truth with us through life. Hope you all had a fantastic day!

xoxo,
Amanda&Lasondra



Thursday, March 28, 2013

My Real Life ABG Moment...Smh


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My Real Life ABG Moment….


That awkward moment he walks in with his wife…yeah, that part! Now before you start judging me,let me explain…
Awkward Girls Club


I’m out with my friends at a nice wine bar in Santa Monica (you       know, that one) a few Fridays back. Happy hour was almost over, so  I ordered both my drinks at the same time (probably the beginning of this awkward memory). I ordered one glass of pinot grigio and a glass of sangria. Now I am a ‘light weight’ by most people’s standards, but I also had not eaten much or drank a lot of water that day, so the stage is set for something spectacularly hilarious to happen at my expense. I was sitting next to the door, but couldn't see the people coming through the door. Once my friends got there, we moved to a more open table...me sitting directly facing the door (second key part to this truly, wonderfully awkward social mishap). As I finish my glass of wine, I am a tad…loopy one could say. As my friends and I chat about our college years and trot down memory lane, we begin to discuss ‘said’ person (the power of the tongue y’all- I must have spoken him into existence…my existence).


Now, let me tell you about ‘said’ man. This guy has truly made a life for himself. He has really become quite successful. And frankly, it’s just not fair! I liked him when he didn’t have nothing! When he was bumming it around campus and rocking braids; when camouflage was the new hot thing. Now someone else is experiencing the life I used to fantasize we would have- house, cars, trips, cash, happiness. He’s wearing designers I have never heard of or know how to pronounce. No one understood why I liked him so much. It’s not like he’s Idris Elba. Nevertheless, he makes my heart race and when friends would see him on campus, they would come up to me later and say, ‘I saw your boo!’. This year will be our ‘ten year anniversary’. 10 years ago this summer we met. Even though I felt this way and I could see he had feelings for me, we never dated…EVER! We have even discussed it ad nauseum. There were so many chances for us to at least see what could have been, but nothing. I know I am one to fall for a guy with potential, and ONLY potential. But with this one, I should have seen it and stuck with it, because it would have paid off in the long run. I can be honest and say I experience a little bit of hateration when I think about it. Secretly hoping I will be second wife material (I know, I know. I need professional help). But after I also that to pass, I really am happy for him…and her…I guess. (He’s still working on me).

So here I am, on my second drink (I should probably have slowed down or ate something by this point) and I see a woman who looks ALL TOO FAMILIAR walking into the establishment I am currently spilling my guts in. My eyes are fixated on the door. I can’t turn away. It can’t be her, because that would be just too weird. A woman walks in behind her (reinforcements just in case I get out of hand I am sure…she heard me talking about her man), then a man, then it happens…I see the outline of ears and glasses that make me automatically weak in the knees. OOOOOHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!!! SERIOUSLY?! FOR REAL?!!?! 
 

I start saying (too loud I might add) “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”. I’m flustered, I’m shocked…I’m now staring at the table and fumbling for my phone so I have something to occupy these emotions I’m feeling. My friends are busting a gut at this point. I feel like I am going to cry (I am almost done with my second drink. I should have stopped while I was ahead). He actually comes over and says hello. I’m startled. I didn’t see him walking over toward us. I was in a fog. They sit in their VIP section and more people started to come. I guess they were having a party. Good for them! (Can you sense the sarcasm? I hope so).

We finish up our night, as I dodge going to the restroom as people from that party go. I’m not trying to have my first fight in a wine bar restroom. We start walking to our cars and he’s outside, talking to someone. No goodbyes are exchanged, no looks. I just leave. I go home and laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. You may ask why it’s so awkward. You ask very great questions. Ever know someone still has feelings for you? Wonder why your wedding invitation never came in the mail when you thought you were so close? Ever wonder why he still makes slick comments about the guys you date or talk to and tells me that he has tenure (you know, because of the whole 10 year thing? He’s cute like that…that sucka!)? 

Yeah…that part.

Oh, and this….the text I got the next morning: “Awkward moments in the theme for this weekend.”

              

              

*Shout out to Issa Rae! She has created a world with her show "The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl" I finally feel like accurately articulates my life's happenings! She has really made my life a more pleasurable, yet still awkward..thing! Haha :)

Thursday, January 17, 2013

My boyfriend named Grad School

So the last 3  and 1/2 years I have been in a relationship with Graduate School. I like to call him Grad School for short. Just like any relationship, he was handsome at first and won me over. He resided on this beautiful campus called Saint Mary's College of California, and as soon as he accepted me, I moved to be with him. The first few months were blissful but a little rocky, as I adjusted to a new environment and the pressures of a new relationship. I didn't have too many friends here in the bay area, and I really missed my family and friends in LA. But I was committed to him. So I thought. As the months went on, things got harder. I had to spend a lot of time reading and researching because he always wanted me to be up on the latest and greatest. I got a job so I could have extra money outside of "financial aid" to support our habits- buying books, gas money to see him, and money for extra meals when  I spent long nights out with him.

Then things started to go sour. Not so much with him, but in my life. I suddenly needed a new place to live. But Grad School couldn't help me. He was sorry and we took a break, about the length of a semester so I could get back on my feet. Next, I was in a car accident; nothing severe, but it made going to see him a complete pain. He was sorry then too, but he sure wasn't as accommodating as I wish he would have been. And of course there were other smaller things that happened to make me feel bitter sweet towards Grad School.

But I realized that I love him, I really do. It's the experience that he brings. I get to learn new things and meet new people. He allowed me experiences so I could learn about myself- and I think I have learned more about myself than about any topic he wanted me to read in a book. And yet he gets on my last nerve. This has been the most taxing almost 4 years ever. So many nights, I wanted to quit him, move home never to see him again, and erase these years from my memory. But for some reason, he was ever present, lingering in the shadows waiting for me to come back. I guess he always knew I would. He knew that beneath my calm, laid back demeanor was a fighter. Last semester Grad School asked me to fight for the chance to be with him. Someone tried to take him away from me. And he knew exactly what I would do; I would own up to not always wanting him, bad talking him, and mistreating him. But he also knew that I would say I still wanted to be with him and that I would see our relationship through.

So today here we are, back together. After all of that, I am so happy to be with him. Not because it is easy, but I missed him. I missed our good times. I missed all the things he could teach me when I left myself open. I missed all of the people he introduced to my life. I only have 3 classes or about a year left before our relationship runs it's course. It will be bittersweet when I finally do have to leave him. And even though many times he has been a pain in my side, he will be the one I can't forget: My boyfriend named Grad School.

If you are thinking about a man named Grad School, I suggest you think long and hard. He really is great, but he makes you work hard to be with him and reap the benefits of the relationship. He is no easy lover, but he rewards you with things you probably cannot think of. I could fill this page with the things Grad School did for me. But you will have to meet with Grad School, and see for yourself. I will tell you, he is one heck of a man.

xoxo,

Lasondra

Here is a picture of where my love Grad School lives, Saint Mary's College of California.