CHANGE GON' COME.

It's been minute (that's probably how I began my last several post).  But, once again... it has.  The summer has gone quicker than I ever expected. I feel like I took my last final a couple of weeks ago. Low and behold, I have less than a month until I'm back in class (I would of thrown an F bomb before "class" but my mom reads this sometimes. What's good, Ma).  The Hampton routine will be intact sooner than I know it and that is something that I just cannot fade.  So as I continue my usual free-styled post, I am going to tune into this "Girls, Girls, Girls" instrumental and try my best not to think about the peninsula that I live on for most of the year. Let me stop crying though, because some of my Hamptonian brothers have bigger issues to worry about (Tuition, tuition, tuition).  And I pray that they make it back to finish the task at hand: Getting a degree.

MY LIFE IS CHANGING. Things are more confusing as each day goes by.  Maybe confusing is the wrong wording... Let me rephrase.  As my life progresses, I am coming closer and closer to the crucial decisions that will affect my life forever. Decisions this important cannot be taken lightly and you can never be 100% sure of them.  It is all about luck. However, as I try to get back into my religious upbringing (which got me most of the way thus far), I can also say it's about faith.

On the other hand, my eyes are starting to see my last name. Bread. Mugga. Currency.  It's on my mind more than ever.  Levels of wealth are becoming more obvious to me in everyday life.  It might be the environment I am in sometimes (the tennis one).  Whatever it is, it is making me sniff out ways to obtain bread, because I'm not trying to be in my Mom duke's basement all my life.  I find myself networking more with important people (when we say "important people" do we really mean important, or do we actually mean wealthy? It may depend on the situation), discussing my major, finding common grounds and interest, not only to stretch the conversation but to see how they made it.  As devastating as a corporate title may sound, these people were all in the same situation at some point.  Race, prior thought, or whathaveyou are not reasons for me to bite my tongue.  We are all human. The shy kid who would hesitate to speak to people with a crowd around them is no more.  It's game time. I'm young, handsome and in my prime. I always felt mature, but now I see it in my actions; which shows that I actually am maturing.  Instead of browsing clothing to continue the hipsters-ish look that people are use to seeing me in, I find myself trying to blossom my suit collection. Trust me, I don't think I will ever toss my sneaks or street wear, however, I've acquired a taste for skinny ties instead of skinny jeans.  Plus, if I'm really about this dental school life, deep v-necks and jeans with knee creased honey-combs aren't going to look to professional behind a white coat. I'm trying to put together a successful career and not just a job.  I've realized that job money is always available, but career bread is long standing and colossal.  Longstanding money is the easier route to wealthy (unless you hit the lottery... but even most Lotto winners are already packing substantial sums in their wallets). With all of the different skills and hobbies that I want to acquire, long standing bread is (in the words of the throne MC), "SO NECESSARY."

You know, what else represents maturity? A girlfriend. But, I won't get into that in this post.  That's another conversation.

In the meantime, what's a 2011 blog post without pictures?

This.