Zoe State of Mind

This is about knowing the line of being friendly..or realizing that it's time to put a limit on the amount of time I socialize with people I just met. Today would be a perfect example of that. It's been a few days without my significant other, but I've managed to hang out with most of my closest friends and other colleagues. Tacos were devoured, relaxed after a test, and I took it upon myself to venture to the postal station to retrieve and redeem the notices for my new shoes. (A girl needs them ya know.) As my boxes were coming to me, I was introduced to guy who just got a mailbox: Mark. He and one of the postal workers loved my Deadpool shirt and from there we talked. Mark is an interesting fellow with a kind personality that mimicked my own. Kinda cool, really. We discussed my buttons, our hobbies, and guitars. Once I received my boxes, I realized I was gonna have a struggle. He decided to help me. So from the UC all the way to my dorm, we talked. Dropped off my sh...

Cupid and I really haven’t been on speaking terms for several months. He had a blast directing my previous relationship- that ended abruptly after a year- and he still had fun draining the happiness from me on an emotional basis. From crazy incidents with my ex to being around guys who instantly fell for me, I got exhausted of blindly being a part of his love game. But alas, that accursed mythical being had one last trick up his sleeve. And that last resort was none other than Ian Alexander. It was one fateful Thursday in late July when I got the call. I was so ecstatic to see the boy who was one grade my junior. (Soon to be college freshman excited over a senior in high school. I can already hear everyone I know calling yours truly a cougar.) With hours before his arrival, my inner girl took the reigns and prepared the sacred ritual. (Taming the mane, that’s all it is.) Afterwards I emerged into the hellish mess I called my be...

You would think from seeing me that I am somewhat of a "normal" person. I'm courteous, friendly, funny, unique- whatever. But, once you KNOW me...that's where everything seems to come to life. For those of you who do NOT know me I highly suggest you sit back, relax, and enjoy the humor that soon unfolds. Friday the 13th. I hung out with all kinds of people at Starbucks. Talked/laughed everyone out of that place. I was told that I was so hilarious I should be on YouTube. After all that was done, my boyfriend visited and we took a nap. What could get better than that?  I fell out of bed hollering: "TACO LIBRE!" New holiday. Every Friday the 13th, everyone goes on a quest for tacos. (Seriously, quest. That means walk for it like in Lord of the Rings.) Saturday was nothing more than baking cookies and babysitting. Sunday was even more hectic. I returned to the dorm after blueberry pancakes, ate lunch with the boyfriend and his family, dog park, ice cream...

So here we go, plunging into the depths of a world not most many people know. Some tease by saying "It's a dangerous place to go." It could be, but all in all... It's something unique to its own accord. My life is as what some say "inspirational" through all the things that occurred in my eighteen years of living. I can see how people be amazed by the fact that I am one of ten children. (All of which I'm half-related, but I claim each and every one of them fully.) Often at times I see the sorrow flash in the eyes of all whom I tell when I say my biological father died when I was young. Or better yet, I sense the sympathy when I admit to being in foster care for a week, dragged between sunny central California and Memphis, so poor that I could have been homeless or when I say that I've had family cars stolen and burned. If you think it's not enough, try having the house shot at with everyone inside. But that's nothing for me to be ...