Keegan's journals

How is it that my results came back (fri) negative when I went to the ob/gyn, yet I was rushed to the ER last night for severe abdominal pain?

I think they missed something.

I am really loosing hope in Western medicine. Even my dad talked about seeing a holistic doctor if our insurance covered it.

Nine months, no clue what keeps making me sick. I'm trying to hang in there.

:-D

Yesterday was the first day of my summer classes. Woooo! yay!

Who was in my SPAN 1001 class?
The...broad that bullied me in high school. You know, one of those chicks that is very dissatisfied with herslef? She criticizes everyone and looooooves to hear herself talk. I saw her and I was like, "You've GOT to be kidding me." She still gave me that, "I'm still better than you look", lol. Some people never change

I went to out to eat with my sister at Moes SW Grill and who do I see? The my first boyfriend, whom I lost it too and his new gf, lol. I was like, "Ok, what the f***. Seriously? Is this a trip down bad memory lane" lolz

Seems like it. I guess the exciting part about life is not knowing what's going to happen next.

On a happier note, I GOT FINAL DRAFT 7!!!! It's the software the pros use for screenwriting. I also got a book called The Field, by Lynn McTaggart! I'm soooooo excited!

yay! happy Tuesday (i hope, lol)

Mmmmm... so remember the Bananacock? Apparently it violated the photobucket terms of service. So all the bananacock pictures got removed. It's a set back in food porn history

I colored my hair red and it turned out too bright.

Too bright. But I got it twisted again.

Don't ask.

I went to the doctor and went for a colcoscopy. Having vinegar poured in your crotch, then have your cervix pinched sucks. Things aren't looking good, but God's behind me.

Two of my friends got arrested yesterday :-(

My DIY "cyber reflections" is going live not this tuesday, but the next tuesday. I'm excited because it took me a good minute to shoot and my laptop crashed before I could edit :-(. At least I had the photos saved on my pc.

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When my African-American studies teacher posed the question, "How can black women get mad at white women for taking they styles, yet black women got relaxers in their hair to make their hair straight". That got me thinking. He's right. So after 4 months of keeping my hair pressed during HOTLANTA heat, I took the plunge and cut my relaxer out.

My mom yelled at my saying how I wasn't going to get a job. I fired back tell her that people will find more reasons than just my hair to not hire me. I've been not hired because of my race before. I've been not hired because of my real name before. (btw, if you believe racism doesn't exist anymore, take your head out from under bedrock and live my life for a day or pm me, thanks)

My is not naturally straight and it will never be. My mom permed my hair because it would be easier for me to do and kids are cruel (when i was younger), I felt fake. God made me with tightly curled thick hair, who am I to change it? Who are people to tell me my hair is "nappy" because they don't have the skills to comb through it or it's "ugly" because it grows up instead of down? Too "nappy" and "ugly" for God? He gave it to me. Why are people so fixated on telling others how to live? It's my head, it's my life, fuck off, as far as I'm concerned.

Whoopi Goldberg hasn't had a perm since she's been in Hollywood and had a long standing career that spans what....2, 3 decades? She's got dreads and she's in the public eye. I'll be screenwriting, behind the scenes.

As for modeling, I'm going to assume I'll wear wigs and straighten my hair. It's playing make believe anyways. I didn't handicap my hair, I just styled it and cut if different. Hey, maybe I'll be liked better for it who knows.

But as of right now, my beautician and myself is my only support. I have self respect. I've always done my own thing no matter how much shit I get, I've never changed for anyone and I don't intend to start now.

Nor do I pretend to be.

So I think this time I fucked up royally of all ways that I could fuck up royally. What doesn't help is friends reminding you how much you've fucked up and rubbing it in your face. If I wanted a lecture, I'd go to my parents.

This really, truly sucks.

i'm still here

just redoing my profile

yeah, I thought it couldn't get any worse with the dances or names

"Rape Dance"

I'm sure it's the latest dance craze that's hit this lovely openminded society. I'm sure it will sweep the nation and take it by storm.

I wonder: if for every person that saw our photos (GGs) counted as a males penetrative sexual partner, what would our "number" be? think about it.

I'm not talking about members, or photographers, but anyone who's ever seen a GG photo of you that has your crotch showing? could you even begin to guess?