Update…

Two finals left and I can’t wait to get out of here for winter break.

(can yall tell by all the Howard gear that this pic is from my freshman year?)

Did I mention I turn 21 in 7 days? Chaos is bound to ensue.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

Flashing..Lights..Lights..Lights..

I woke up at 8:30 this morning and decided I need 15 more minutes. When I woke up for a second time the clock read 9:22…great. I rolled out of bed and prepared myself for this shower that was about to wake me up. I arrive back to my bed, that is yelling for me to get back in it, and ask myself okay what to wear? This is no biggie, because I haven’t worn my entire summer wardrobe and was waiting for more hot weather. Hmmm…shorts? But jean or linen? Hmmm…I love my BF shirt or that striped halter? Okay the halter…let’s do the Cali thing…red Chucks. I take down my pinned hair and forgot to spray perfume (dang it!) but nonetheless I’m ready!

As I’m walking to see if a shuttle is outside my dorm, I grab The Hilltop (official newspaper for Howard University). I looked at The Hilltop later on and discovered that the ENTIRE paper was dedicated to fashion. Wow. We have nothing better to do with our money? This was the thickest issue I had ever encountered. It had used the most color than any issue ever before, but I’m just guessing. Fashion though?

Fashion is becoming way too important to my generation. I believe that my generation would rather look “fly” than do things to help people. Fashion is destroying my generation. Everyone wants to dress like celebrities and have the same things, but for what? Status? You can’t be serious. You have a Louis bag and now what? Even if it was real there is always going to be that one who says its fake. You have those Louboutin pumps, I do like those red bottoms though, but what else? You’re spending your life away and don’t have a damn thing to show for it.

I always think of it in this light. Say you just bought those knee high Louboutin’s, real deal no knock-offs, and you spilled something on them that completely ruined the shoes. Are you mad because you just got those or because you have to save up more money to get a new pair or both? If you don’t have enough money to buy another pair of some expensive ass shoes then you shouldn’t worry about being fashionable. You should worry about how to accrue enough money to give you this lavish lifestyle you crave. Unless you fake it, til you make it (I‘m just sayin‘)

But this issue really got to me, because with all the information Howard University could have given us they chose fashion advice. Never mind the meetings for organizations around campus, information about what happened yesterday that we may have missed, or job opportunities that used to be in the back of the paper. No, we would much rather have tips on how to properly apply our fragrances. Thanks Howard! Because I was totally wearing my perfume on my ankles, now I know that it goes on my wrists. You have got to be freaking kidding me.

Oh Howard, I find myself saying this more than ever this year. Is that a sign or what? But, life is about choices, and if they choose to wear six inch heels on a school that was built on a plateau…by all means sweetie. But don’t bitch about your feet hurting when you finally make it to class. And if the guys want to spend $250 on jeans, please do you pimpin’. But I want to see these same people staying afloat after they’re parents stop supporting them.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

Oh Howard..

*pic from freshman year*

My first day active on Howard’s campus was eye-opening, as usual. My day consisted of me waking up at 7:30 am, getting dressed, walking (as in not waiting for the shuttle) to the EAC to get my alternate pin number, walking to the back of that long line of other people waiting for the same thing, getting my pin number, registering for classes from my Samsung Moment (my cell phone), adding and dropping courses all day, soaking up too much Vitamin D (it was hot today), catching up with a few people, and coming back to my room to take a nap. All of that and I would not trade it for the world. I love my school. I love my focused peers. I love always having that one more thing to do. I love the yard at about 2 pm, everyone is always out there at 2pm. I love hearing the band practice. I love the outfits, no matter how “out there” they may seem. I love it all. I honestly couldn’t picture myself anywhere else, because anywhere else wouldn’t measure up. I don’t regret anything, and I damn sure wouldn’t trade it. Oh Howard, you have my heart.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle