Boys (My first official memory-post)

2009-05-03T15:57:00.000-07:00

Quashawn. Haha, I actually remember his entire name, Quashawn Franklin. He is, or at least was, short and tough. If you have ever seen Moesha he reminds you of Q. He was so cute.One of my best friends of the time, Alexis, used to mess with him. One second they would be dating, next they would be arguing, next they would be just "talkin to each other." Johanna used to mess with him too , my foster sister. He loved him some skinny spanish chick (lol). He also talked to Angela, a good friend. She was tough and pretty (she had a honey combs mouth though lol, just like Moesha--->mayB that is y they were perfect together) The point is he was a handsome lil hoe. He bagged who he wanted, he disrespected everyone and it was poppin.
One day my mother had finally let me just hang outside with Alexis. It was one of the few times I was allowed to be outside (but I was always outside anyways) and the rare occasion where I was hangin out in the projects. It was me, Alexis, Quashawn and idk, probably his best friend Miguel. We were having fun, and Quashawn pulled me to the side and asked me to have sex with him. I laughed it off and said no. It wasnt a big deal bc that was the way boys acted, they were nasty and wanted to be mature so badly. I remember i was sitting on the bench and Qua came over with a razor and held it to my face and said, " Your going to have sex with me." I was shocked and didnt say anything...just looked at him. Alexis, like a hero, told her boo to chill out. She was jealous of the attention, but she helped me out. I left, I didnt feel comfortable AT ALL. Alexis walked me home, and she was honest about how she felt (good friend) and I just told her that she could have all of Quashawn's attention I DONT WANT IT. ~*something i remeber*

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2009-05-03T15:18:00.000-07:00

<----hey! My name is Shenise.Thats a picture of me w/ my hair all NAT-Chu-Raaal,eyes closed and blowing a kiss.(hair= one of my favorite looks)My family calls me Nise, or Chilli (lol dont ask y)...somethin about cold feet and my stroller..who knows. ANYWAYS, im writing this blog so i can get my ideas together. I am able to have something like an outer body experience, analyzing myself as if I were a different person. Doing this is bitter sweet because I always know if and when Im doing something horrible while im doing it. A diary is probably one of the greatest inventions ever. On account of things much like diaries, we are able to track history and blah blah. I kind of wish I would have kept journals when I was younger, to revisit emotions and situations. I am 16 now and Im still not going to keep a diary. What will I do? I am going to keep a blog recalling events. I might get over my laziness and keep a whole seperate diary...MAYBE (lol). so here I go...umm yea

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Boys (My first official memory-post)

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