Copilots & Homies

I have been AWOL since Princess Riri dropped her newest album, ANTI. I'm still recovering from it, but despite my faint heart, I've been cleared to continue doing the good lord's work on re-tweeting and sharing and converting other non-believers to Riri-ism. I mean, honestly, how do you escape the infectious island tune of "Work"? Or the sexy track of "Kiss it Better" (if I could dance, I would make a banging choreography to this jam; but alas, I am dance-impaired). So just to keep it short, get your groove on to ANTI. Find a pole and go wild. Make some babies, Because that's in essence what it is, a baby making album, Oh, shit! There's Drizzy!

Wallowing in self-pity. My third year at college will soon close to an end and then I have one last year before the deadline I've set for myself since freshman in high school follows suit. And I am freaking. The fuck. Out. I haven't taken that semester abroad in Germany that I had always envisioned. I have yet to make a lasting impact on campus thus far. I see my friends less and less, it seems. And I have just changed my major from something that I really detested, to something I don't hate as much. I have no confidence in my future, and I want a change. But all this uncertainty has really made a girl critically evaluate her life and the war path she's on. Because as much as I hate being decisive about anything concerning a time other than, well, right now, I hate not having a somewhat solid plan even more. I'm trying to juggle a demanding and exhausting job with the already demanding and exhausting workload for school. It's only the second week! And I know I...