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Name: Nakeia
Location: Richmond, Virginia
Birthday: 3/14/1984
Gender: Female
Expertise: I love God with every fiber in my being. But sometimes, I find my body needing a nice dose of Metamucil.
Occupation: Interior Designer
Industry: Commercial Architecture
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AIM:  PreciousPreshus
Member Since:
11/24/2004
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| Yes. I have been saying it for a while now and I have finally done it.
We need to talk.
So sorry to disappoint you, but I've moved on.
It's not you, it's me.
God's leading me in a different direction.
This is harder on me than it is on you.
You'll find someone new.
Dear John | | |
| The first time I saw this movie, I was in seventh grade and I learned how to sign "asshole" in ASL. After taking two years of a real ASL class, I emerged with pretty decent conversation skills and five dirty words to add to my vocabulary.
Random, I know.
Anyway, things are going okay. Except that I keep getting my schedule confused for Walgreen's. Today, my manager had to call me to tell me I was supposed to be in at 7, not 10 like I'd orignally thought. It sucks and it's highly unprofessional. I didn't realize it but on Fridays, I work 14 hour days. 9-5 at Hoffmann, and then 5-11 at Walgreen's. It's not that much, but I get really tired from that. One day, I'll get a real job. And then I'll pay off my loans in 5 years. And then I'd buy a condo in some downtown somewhere. And then I'd fill it with awesome artwork and furniture. And then I'll have parties with menus of wine and cheese. And then I'd sell my condo. And then I'd take the money and move to England.
What!? I have all these plans and I can't decide what to do any more. I love being a designer. And I love to travel to other countries. What if I did both? I think I belong in the U.K. I don't know where that came from. I think the only sucky thing is that I would be awkwardly unfamiliar with the metric system. That's why I will learn now.
More random.
I guess I have nothing more of great import to say. I'm just using the free internet while I can. | | |
| It has been so long since I've blogged. For one, I don'y get out as much as I used to and two iChaarli was sick. Very sick. The hard drive got damaged so I had to ship it off to Apple to be fixed. I loved the service. My phone technician guy was really cool (his name was Mark) and DHL came to pick iChaarli up on a Wednesday and I got it back all fixed on Monday. I actually would have gotten it back on Friday but I wasn't there. Anyway, the good news is that I got an upgrade, I got a new keyboard, and a new battery, all things i didn't ask for. The bad news is that my stuff got completely wiped. Everything, pictures, music, everything. So I'm starting over from scratch. It isn't as bad as it seems though. It keeps me less and and less attached to my stuff (more to come about that later). I will, however, get into the habit of backing up my really important documents.
It's been interesting working at Walgreen's. I pretty much work all over the store, but I kind of like working the check out counter. It's pretty mindless work and see some interesting people. Especially when Harding was in session, I found out lots about people. I know who thinks they might be pregnant. I know the alarming number of kids that smoke and/ or chew tobacco. I know who likes "ribbed for her pleasure". There are also alot of Searcians who are Meth users, even though that's common knowledge by now. I probably shouldn't sell them cold medicine when they come in sniffling, but I have no proof other than the fact that they are younger than me with teeth rotted out worse than my great-grandparents'. I'm starting to like it there. Well, kind of. It's not a career change or anything. But as far as part time jobs go, Walgreen's is the best company. And by the way, check writers, it's not spelled Wal-green's.
On Stuff...
I don't want to live a life attahced to my stuff. I grew up in a small house filled to the brim with stuff. What stuff? Bric-a-brac. Dust collectors. Tchotchkes. I'm beginning to hate stuff. But we Americans, we love our stuff. Why else are there so many storage units. Houses are huge with their walk-in closets and pantries. Garages, meant for three cars, are completely overrun with the things we can't bear to part with. Why? Why this attachment. I have collected so many things while in school, projects, thrift store finds, old papers, and trinkets that I can't let go of. I threw away so many things while moving from the dorm to Race St I threw away even more when moving from Race St. to Meadow Lake. And I still have stuff. When I get older and (hopefully) have more money, I want to eliminate clutter from my and family's life. This world is temporal and I think it bad stewardship to be so attached to something that could be gone tomorrow. That will be extremely difficult to do though. I don't quite know how to start.
Hopefully I'll get to write sooner than next month. | | |
| Sometimes oyu just gotta start at the bottom and work your way up. When
I was at work at Walgreens, someone asked me "since you graduated
college, I would have thought you would apply for a management
position." Well, yeah, except that this is not a career move for me. I
consider Walgreen's just a rung on my ladder to success. It's not the
ladder itself. But I am very thankful for that rung.
I have alot of decision making to do in the next year. My lease is up
next March, so I need to figure out if Searcy will be my home, or if
I'm going to head back to the east coast. I gotta take my NCIDQ next
July. I am also thinking about becoming LEED certified, which is
another exam I have to take. Then my name will be Nakeia Monte', ASID,
LEED. How cool is that?
The Quiet Box
I treat my mind like an escape. It's like a drug, of sorts. I use my
imagination to escape my daily troubles. I have imaginary friends with
lives almost as intricate as mine. I talk out my problems this way.
It's like a box where the outside becomes quiet and the inside can
thrive. It's amazing in there. Okay, I've gone on about that too much.
The more I reveal, the less quiet my box becomes.
Okay, back to career moves. I have since abandoned the idea of doing
healthcare design. I think I want to stick within the realms of
historic preservation. Perhaps working for the National Trust or
something.
Tomorrow, I will wear my VA Tech shirt in memory of all those killed.
To me, it seems more difficult to hear about news from home when I'm so
far away. I know there is nothing I can do personally, but Virginia
will always be my home and when something happens like this, I want to
be there. It's just a tragedy. I know tons of people who went to Tech,
who are there now, or who graduated from there. It somehow makes me
feel closer to the tragedy and it also makes me think, what if I had
gone to Tech?
I want to pray for the family of Cho Seung-Hui. From the way the
headlines read, they keep referring to him as "An Immigrant" or a
"South Korean living in America". I think that puts a very negative
spin on him. Yes, he was very troubled and yes he was very wrong, but I
just hope that these headlines don't spark a debate about immigration.
But I can see somebody (particularly like Nancy Grace) doing something
silly like that.
I would like to take the time to write about how much I dislike her and her show, but I don't have the time.
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| Dang, it's been an extremely long time since I've posted. Pretty much all of my concerens have been addressed:
I got a job @ Walgreen's.
I got money from nowhere to pay my bills.
Twice.
My cupboard is stocked and my fridge, comfortably full.
I've made a new friend. She is wonderful. It feels great to talk to someone on a different level.
Oooh, that was elitist of me.
God is good. It's more than just a catchy saying or cliche.
I started reading my Bible again. I often say this and then have a
relapse. But this morning I happened to read about the persistent
widow. I feel like her all the time. God, I need this, God, please give
me that. I'm sure I am the most annoying earthly child ever.
I cannot wait to begin to practice my art. The art of design.
Stuff is happening so fast for me and all at once and I feel like I should be scared, but strangely, I'm not.
I've been missing Mary alot lately. She called a couple of times this
week and I had this strange feeling come over me. I think it was
sadness, but I couldn't be sure. I missed her embraced. Oh no, it was
sadness. I think I'm getting misty eyed.
This wasn't intended to be a stream of conscience.
I'm rather hungry now and I could go for
a nice slice of pizza. Or a nice box. But ever since I gave up pork,
it's just not as fun. Oh yeah, I quit pork. No, I'm not converting to
Islam, but I'm doing it for disciplinary reasons. I'm not sure why I
chose pork, but it gives me something to think about when I shop for
groceries. My life is not my own and it helps remind me of that. I
debated within myself about posting it on here. Often times, my joy for
sharing information gets translated into boasting. That's not my
intent. I figure if I put it in writing, it's more permanent. So, I
quit pork about a month ago.
Hair Score: (I haven't done one in like 6 months) about an 8. I washed
and retwisted the other night so it's all fresh and so clean, clean.
Except, I'm still having difficulty with the straglers in the middle
and the back. But I'm still at an 8 nonetheless.
I miss lots of people. Lots of people who were important to me, but I never told them. I never knew how.
There are also people I don't miss. People who were important to me, but I never told them. I never knew how.
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