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I'm blogging live from the Burgh for the first time. I have one word to say "IKEA." Love it. We really need one in Arkansas. It is the Walmart of the home furnishing industry. Everything is super chic. The only downer is that everything is do-it-yourself. So after all of the shopping and color matching, etc. You have to pick up the items from the warehouse yourself, you have to lug it to and from your car yourself, and you have to put it together yourself. You don't think of any of this as your perusing the showroom floor for the perfect desk to match your perfect bed. Needless to say after 4 days of putting tables and chairs together I was dog tired. I was so glad that we arranged to have some of the items delivered to my apartment. And right now I have to give a shout out to my mother for being such a trooper throughout all of this. She carried boxes, chauffered me around, and helped me clean from the moment we got off the plane, until the moment she left. Thanks to my Dad too for helping me on the financial end. Love you Daddy!. Pittsburgh is definitley a working class city. Everyone here is so blue collar. It reminds me of Brazil in a way. All of the neighborhoods have names and different identities. It's nothing like Little Rock at all. It is a little redneck of course. West Virginia is right around the corner. I'm meeting my cohorts for the first time today. We are supposed to meet up at someone's house for pizza and beer. Sorry Curtis, but I'm going to have some pizza, but I'll skip on the beer. I've got to stay ontop of my fitness. Pitt cannot be another Wellesley. I refuse to gain needless pounds. I've been running everyday and when that gym opens guess what I'll be doing::working out of course. Hung out with Tim and Natalie last night. I predict that they will be engaged within the next year. I need to go to a black wedding. I need to reaffirm my belief that some dark knight is waiting for me around the next bend. Anyway that's all for now. I'll update you when classes start. Paz.

Moving to the Burgh!

So tomorrow is the day. I'm finally breaking free from Little Rock. I'm moving to the Burgh to start a new journey in life. My father just had a talk with me, or rather he was talking at me. "Are you sure you want to spend 6 years of your life working in Pittsburgh? That's a lot of time. And you're going to be stuck doing one thing. And...blah blah blah." I tried to tune him out. He's just mad that he's not coming to help me unpack. Parents. I dont' understand mine. They want you to go out and be successful in life, but they don't want to help you get there or they try to discourage you from everything. They want me to stay here in Little Rock and go to law school and be a lawyer and live that lawyer lifestyle. I don't mind the law, but I do mind them being overly involved in my life. He can't help me find a man in Little Rock. He can't help me get my dream job. He can't help me get the education that I want to get. So why on earth does he think that I should stay in Little Rock, a city who's tagline should be "Where dreams come to die." Because that's what's been happening my whole year here. My dreams have seemed to have disappeared. Stiffled under the choking heat of racism, sexism, and the fucking sun, cause it's hot as hell in LR in August. I can't deal. I've been here a year. And hell yeah! I dont' want to come back. Not until I have my shit together. Not until I know exactly what I want to do and how I want to do it. Maki was right, once your parents see that they no longer control every aspect of your life, they try to find ways to insert themselves into whatever tiny crevice exists in your life. Then they want to rip it wide open and tell you how your life isn't shit. How you could do better. How Little Rock can help you...no it can't not right now. I need to be where people appreciate me and my abilities and Pittsburgh does so that's where I'm going. End of fucking story.