I love house parties.  House parties remind me of fun and excitiment that was back in the day that people use to enjoy.  The fun that the new generation never had.  I love house parties so much that when I was little I had every house party movie.  House Party was a movie about a party at some ones house and the problems they went through.  I always watched that movie when I was little, it made me dance, sing, laugh, and most of all DANCE.  In my opinion “House Party”  is one of the best movie that where ever made.  To this day  I still watch them and I show my little brothers the movies and let them enjoy themsleves the same way I enjoyed myself.  That movie increase my love and passion for dancing.  I didn’t know much about dancing then, but now I have learned a thing or two.  House Party is one of my fravorite movies of all time.  One day I am going to through on of my own house parties like Kid and Play.  Everyone is welcome if they would like.
  

I love when spring time comes, it comes with gifts and cards.  The wonderful thought of my birthday coming around is beautiful and exciting.  The wonderful cards and gifts I  recieve for my birthday.  In addition, I like when my family and friends act really distant.   I always figure out what gifts I and going to recieve form people and when they are going to throw my birthday party.  June is a exciting time for me.  I love the thought that God gave me  an extra year to count my blessings.  A smile creaps on my face everytime the flowers starts to bloosm.  My smile also becomes brighter when I know that I will become even more cuter, sexy, and intelligent the older I become.  The only issue I have is the fact that the older the more bills and the more resposibility.  Sad to know that I am going to have to live on my own and fin for myself.  Happy, Happy birthday now become BG&E payments.

Math is my weakest subject and I feel as if it won’t click in my brain.  Math can be fun only if you know what you are doing.  I still and may never uunderstand why I need so many unecessary levels of math.  Life would be so much easier without certain levels of math.  I am happy with addition, Multipulcation, Subtraction, and Division.  I feel as if that is all I need in order to get by in life.  I can understand if I am going to become a plummer, or an accountant. I am going to become a nurse and I know how to measure medication.  Life without math would be very difficult, but some people do not need all levels.  The main math information that a person really needs is all in elementary school.  There is no way that I can get around math.  I take it every year and I have tried short cuts and everything. In life there are just somethings that won’t come quickly as you may want.  I will always keep trying into I turn blue in the face.  Math is overly done because math has numbers and letters combined and symbols that means different things.  Math is difficult when you need to remember the steps and all of the six hundred rules that are needed.  I like solving problems but not in math.  College math needs to change for the better.  I will not give up on math, I really feel as if math has given up on me.

    Thinking once I graduated from high school that everything will be great with the men.  I knew that they all will be mature and on a higher smarter level.  I felt that the college men would have known what they are doing when approahing a woman.  In addition, they wanting to achieve goals and make something of themselves.  I also, thought that they where polite and well dresses.  Now, here comes the first day of school in August of 2007.

    I felt myself upset and confused.  I thought that the college men was the best men you could find.  Some of them are on the right track and has something going for them.  Others are nothing like I hope they would have been.  The first day of school they were rude and not very well dressed.  They looked as if the only reason they came to school was to talk to the women and go to parties.  The same men where sitting on the same spot from when I walked passed them until I come from out of my class.  They didn’t move at all not even to use the restroom.  They weren’t really smart, because if they went to any class maybe someone would had thought them not to grab a woman when they want their attention.  College life is great so far, but some of the college men need to step there education level up.  Especially with woman. In my mind, men still and always will have a long way to go.  Come on my college men increase your knowledge.

I am already an odd person, but I started to notice something strange going on with myself.  Not to long ago, I went to the doctor with some concerns of strange activities and horrible images I have been having.  Before she verified me with any thought she might have about my problems, she asked me to  take a test.  The test was only about fifteen minutes long.  The test was about things you do and images you might have taken place in you head and etc.  The only thing about the test was that nothing on the test was anything sane.  Everything on the test was for only crazy people.  At the end of the test I found myself having a lot in common with crazy people.  I was afriad to bring back the results to my doctor because I was afraid that she might take me to Sheppred Pratt.  I went to turn in the test results and she said that she has some  concerns about some of the answers that I have choosen.  I stated on my test that I have problems leaving the house after cooking because I still wonder if the appilances are all off.  I will contiunous look in the kitchen over and over again just to be sure.  I can see that it is off, but I still have to check to make sure that I am sure.  Another problem that I stated on the test was that if something feels out of place I have to but in place rather it is mind or not.  Inaddition, I have to touch something right the first time or I keep touching it until I feel better about it.  My doctor said that I have OCD.  OCD is short for Obsessive Complusive Disorder.  I told the doctor that she was phoney and it was no way  in the world that I had such a thing.  She put me on medication and I still don’t take it to this day.  OCD?! Ha Ha Ha!  Now that’s Funny.

I love my boyfriend with all of my heart I would do anything for him.  He goes to school and has a well paying job.  I am so happy to find someone with their mind going in the right path.  I love him and our relationship is almost perfect.  He looks good, always smells good and he can dress nicely.  My type of man.  Since I have never ran into somebody like him before I feel like he is too perfect.  Something has to be wrong, but what? I asked myself that question repeatedly.  I finally found the answer.

One night I was over his house for dinner and just to hang out.  He seemed like he had something wrong with him.  I asked him if he had something on his mind.  He said no and I continued to ask him why.  He said that he wanted to marry me and start a family.  I say, that would be wonderful and and exciting in the future.  He said no, not only if the future is now.  I asked him”do you know that I am still going to school and my job is not going to pay for me and a baby all at the same time.    He said “I have a good job, I can take care of you and a baby”.  I knew that he was joking. Inaddition he said “so now you can get off of birth control”.  I really knew from that point on that it had to be a joke and I could not handle it.  The joke was killing me and it was starting not to be funny at all.  I told him that , that wasn’t an option or a plan in my life so soon.  He said okay but I knew that it was not the end.  Everytime we get into an arugment he always say that I am not a good girlfriend and that I would find no body like him.  Which was pretty much another joke.  I was tired of him saying that because it started to hurt my feelings and now we are no longer together.  I told him that I could not hurt him as long as we are together.  So I broke up with him and then I started to fight him because he made me really upset.  He was a big time jokster, and I was not going for anything because I have my own plans.  I told him “good bye mad jokes.”

My best friend is someone I truly love  a lot and would not trade her in for the world.  She is always their for me and always supportive of my decisions that I make.  I am the same way with her.  She had a son and I am his god mother.  I am so happy to be his god mother.  My best friend is always going in wrong path ever since she had my god son.  She mess with any and all types of men that don’t have nothing and don’t want to work hard for anything.  They bring her down with them.  I hate to see her in the situation that she is in now.  She dropped out of school and ran away from home with her son.  I am glad that she tells me where she is at and how she is going to feed the baby.  I worry so much about her, my god son and there whereabouts.  I just wish that they would go back home, some where I can trust.  She doesn’t work, she has a ninth grade education and a baby father that is not helping out at all.  I try my best to help her and to give her advice.  Sometimes I have to let her see on her own.  She is not an adult,she is still a minor with no education and no street smarts.  I love her but she need to get her act together for her and her son.  Life is not going to be easier exspecially without any education.  My best friend means a lot to me , hopefully she will grow up for her and her son.

Ever since I was in middle school, I have been having migraines.  All of my doctors told me that it was just growing pains that I will soon grow out of.  Not true at all.  Seventh grade comes and the migraines continue, but even worst.  I went back to the doctors and I told them that they headaches haven’t gone away yet.  My doctors told me that it would take a while.  I told my parents that I think something was wrong with me.  They told me that it was all in my head, meaning that I was okay and nothing was wrong with me.  I told my parents that something is wrong and it is in my head “migraines.”  Years went by with me having migraines and with no help.  No pain reliever help my pain. Finally, when I was in the eleventh grade in high school, I became even more sick and I missed a lot of school time.  I couldn’t walk and I could see, I couldn’t even lift my head up.  I finally went to the ears nose and throat doctor to see what was wrong with me.  They told me that they found out the problem on why I have been having so many headaches.  I was relieved and afraid all at once.  They gave me a Kat scan.  My next visit the doctor told me that was much worst than he thought.  He also said the I had too much fliud building up in my sinus cavity and that was pushing on my brain.  He said that I needed to get surgery as soon as possible.  My parents and I went to the surgery room and got me prepared for the surgery.  The wait to be called back to the room was exteremly scary.  The plan was to only take out my tonsils and to break my sinus  wall to help with fluid flow.  After my surgery my parents where told that they also had to take out my adenoids because they were too big and infected.  The after affect of the surgery was really hard because I coulnd’t talk, eat or sleep.  I was in a lot of pain for a entire month.  I cried and I lost too much weight.  I was not in good shape.  A years later I was migraine free.

Fear! I have a fear of looking like a meatball.  I am already short and thick.  I must not gain to much weight or I am in a lot of trouble.  Therefore, children are not an option that I have.  All I have is a flat stomach, and if I lose that then what will I have.  I am very good with diet’s, so I don’t have any problem losing weight.  I just don’t want to get to big because I am only four foot eleven inches.  Not good at all. So Ms. meatball will not become one of my nicknames.  Nice figure Keyana will be the name.

I parents are mix matching because my father is fat and my mother is small.  The only thing I have of my mother is her small stomach and skinny fingers. Everything else is big.  My father is a meatball and I can not get that way.  I shall not be like my father or my mother.  I love the weight I am now but how long will it last.  My bottom is the biggest thing on me and that is one of the reasons why people say that I am not fat.  I am a small in shirts and an xtra large in pants.  I am not complaning now but when that time comes that I am a large in shirts then that when I will have a problem.  Meatball I will not be because I am too short for that.  My father is “daddy meatball”  and I can not be “daughter meatball.” 

I attened Milford Mill Academy, my freshmen year there.  The first day of school I told my mother that I wasn’t looking for a boy friend until my senior year in high school.  Then that’s when everything changed.  That feburary I met my boyfriend.  We met on the eighth of Feburary, eight days before Valentine’s day.  He was so sweet and nice.  He would give me anything and everything I wanted.  I really liked him until we started to get serious.  He started off sweet, caring and lovable,  then he changed into being controlling and stupid.  All four years were full of dramatic situations.  I do not know why I put myself through those situations but I guess I grew a love for him that would let me leave him.  I wish our first year, that I would had left him alone and so that I couldn’t love him.  I really did not know that any type of love could be so powerful and confusing.  Love sucked and hurts.  My boyfriend and I are now ex boyfriend and girlfriend.  Our fourth year in our relationship in 2007 finally came to an end.  I worked up the nerve to let him go. In addition, the main reason was that I couldn’t turst him because he lied so much.  He could not tell me the truth about anything. When he told me he loved me I did not know wether or not he really did or didn’t.  We also use to fuss and fight ever day.  Our relastionship was getting out of control  and therefore some action needed to be taken.  So one day in July of 2007 I took the situation into my own hands and I  told him there could never be a me and you again.  I am going stick to my word and let him go.  I know that it will hurt for me to do it but it is time.  We had our ups and more downs than anything.  I learned a lesson from him, not to date men like him ever again.  My four year high school relationship was long and bumpy.  I made my way through all of the physical and emotional pain.  Now I am a CSU student. CSU!