The Raven

Ok so Poe is a crazy Genius.

I love this poem.

Configuration of a HO

In my dimensions of Racism class today we learned about the Hip Hop the factors beyond the rhymes. One of the topics talked about were black women and how they are being objectified by black men. (And white men for that matter. The white CEO's of the record companies that put out this "gangsta" rap know what sells and (as my teacher says) just like in slave days the black woman's body is her selling point. Always has been and probably always will be) They asked some black men at Spring Bling, a BET celebration of black music, why they felt that certain women were ho's and bitches. They, the men, responded by saying that women, real women, do not dress like the women they were groping in the streets. Those women were bitches and ho's and deserved to be fucked and ducked (sorry for the language but this topic is deep for me and I do not want to block out any language). WOW! Is all I muster out of my mouth. I mean don't get me wrong most of these women were walking out of the hotel with nothing on. LITERALLY! But then there were other women who were actually dressed and expressed to the disrespectful "boys" that they did not want to be touched or groped. They were fondled anyway. Sad.

So here's my question...

What defines a ho and/or a bitch?

The way they dress or their actions?

Can I wear short shorts and still conduct myself in a lady like manner?

Is there any way that a woman could be sexy and not slutty?

Or is a sexy woman a slut?

I don know. You tell me. I'm soOo Confused.

Bit*h A*s English Teacher

So I've been out of commission because of some oral surgery that I had to have done last Monday. Because I was out of commission I was forced to miss a full week of class.

History:

Before my surgery I approached my English professor and explained to her that I was in extreme pain and had an emergency surgery planned for the beginning of the coming week.

To which she replied, "Just make sure I get the doctors note."

Sounds good right?

WRONG!

I take my week off not thinking any thing would be wrong. I e-mailed all of my professors a scanned copy of the doctor's note and not one, except for my English professor, had a problem. Do you know that this Bit*h gon tell me that I have to take zero's for all the days I missed

(note: every day in the beginning of class there is a quiz given pertaining to the readings that were suppose to be done in preparation for that class)

Those days include the doctors visits that I had to attend (please remember that I was in DIRE pain) before the surgery so that they could map out exactly how they were going to go about sawing my mouth open AND the recovery period. BIT*H!! Is all my brain could scream as she explained to me that she was making an exception for me because normally no matter what a student goes through, excused or not, if you miss 4 or more classes you automatically fail the class. I should be happy she says that she didn't just fail me. As I look at her with thoughts of how I'm going to get away with her death and fight thru the pain of opening my mouth to speak... I give her the nastiest look I could muster up and leave.

WHAT ELSE COULD I HAVE DONE? CAN SHE DO THIS?

Not only do I have to be present at all the rest of the classes, God forbid that something else happens, but I have to get a perfect score on the rest of the quizzes, nothing lower than a A- on the midterm and a B+ on the final in order to pass the damn class. I mean I've done great on all the quizzes I've taken before the surgery but

DAMN. CAN A SISTA GET A BREAK?

I've been in pain n hungry for the last 2 weeks and now i have to worry about this

Note: Withdrawing is not a option (2nd time taking the course)

Thanks Dr. Palumbo for you insensitivity and bit*hy I think I'm god attitude.

Go Fu*k Your Self.

Thanks.

"1.2 Trillion Vanishes From Stock Market"

The title says it all.

As the law makers said NAY to the $700 billion dollar Bail-Out the stock market crashed yesterday.

Because the bill did not pass scared investors sold all of everything they had invested in the market. From what I understand Republicans are blaming their very large amount of NAY votes (which was the cause of the bill's failure) on the words of the Democratic House Speaker. Supposedly she said something and they said Eff the Bill and ultimately eff the president. Yes that's right people, the people whom you elected into office gave a big wave and a FU*K YOU. (and then of course a lil giggle). So now Wachovia along with Washington Mutual have been brought out along with a few other banks) by, get this, smaller banks. Of which I've never even heard of. They're like

mom and pop for bankers buying out the 3rd and 4th largest banks in America. WOW!!! The credit market is currently frozen risking the lively hood of many small and large companies. Please be aware that with the credit market closed... loans, especially for homes, are going to be really hard to come by and layoffs are about to commence.

Poor 40,000 Wall St. employees won't be having a job in the very near future

Poor Business majors.

Poor America.

Poor Me.

The expert's are predicting it taking 15 years to get back what was done only yesterday.

Note: Former President Bill Clinton left office in 2001 with a surplus of $127 billion. President George Bush ran a deficit of $319 billion in 2005.That's $319 billion dollars in the hole 3 going on 4 years ago.

Thank you Mr. President.

Some one please kill me.

...

Thanks

being an alocholic

This is my confession post.

I AM A ALCOHOLIC

For some time now I've known this and have avoided it (the truth that is). The fuzzy memory's, hangovers, regrettable decisions, sometimes hilarious mistakes (but mistakes nonetheless), stomach aches, headache's, body numbness, kidney weakening, brain dumbing drinking has to stop! For quite some time now I've been telling myself that it's not that bad and as long as I'm not doing anything illegal it's OK. I like the feeling of being "nice". So hey, why not?!? Last night I drank way to much and for no reason whatsoever. And it has become a everyday thing. For some people it's a weekend thing but, for me a 40 or two a day is normal. Sad, but normal. I've decided that I want to remember these days of my life. College will be the experience that I pass down to my children. I am one of the very few members of my family that have even been in college, let alone facing a pending graduation as closely as I am. And most of these days have been blurred by my drug and alcohol usage. I love myself and my body and I'm SOoO not treating it that way. God help me stay sober. I feel like Neffie, Keysha Cole's sister. How sad. There has been some recent events that has brought about this epiphany. But none like last night. I had a great night (at least what I remember was great) but, I have no idea what I did after the black out occurred. I have no idea how I ended up asleep where I did. And I hate missing my life.

Now just so no one gets mad when they see me with a drink. I will tell you my plan for quitting.

1. Cut the drinking days down from seven to 2-3 days. Either Thursday- Saturday. Friday and Saturday.Or Friday -Sunday. Weekends only.
2. No more hard liquor and beer (malt liquor).
3. Drink in moderation on the days that alcohol is present.
4. Eventually take the 2-3 days down to 1 and then eventually none.

Sad that before I turn 21 I am so distraught and messed up that I have to take these actions. But it's a reality I now have to deal with. Please support this. That plea goes especially to those of you who still won't let me live for quiting smoking Cali.

Thank You

God
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the tings I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Living one day at a time
Enjoying one moment at a time
Taking this world as it is and not as I would have it
Trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to Your will
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life
And supremely happy with You forever in the next
Amen.

Crazy Chemistry

I'm currently in my girl Sahar's chemistry class...

Her teacher clearly doesn't know how to teach.

He sounds like a idiot.

His definition for everything keeps changing and its really sad.

And I feel bad for everybody who is in this class.

Temple Teachers... GET YOUR LIVES TOGETHER!

thanks

Copy CAT!

LMAO... So everyone is doing these back to school blogs. Although, I thought about doing one I hadn't yet and I now see that I'm going to look like a...

COPY CAT.

Whatever, I digress...

I'm not loving my classes. I actually hate them. (I know... such a strong word right) I do not have one class that I'm interested in. VERY VERY SAD. Not only are my classes the f**k boring but my personal school life is frustrating. I've been damn near worry free for the most part of the summer and that portion of the semi-vacation was great! SERIOUSLY... thank you God for releasing that bull crap for me =).... I didn't miss the fakeness, bullshit... fuckery. And then it all comes rolling back.

I guess this copy cat blog is to say...

PLEASE all those who have made it their business to deliberately or think that they might bring any type of fuckery into my life. DON'T. Stay the hell away from me. Don't talk to me in the street. Don't look at me and smile.

Just stay FAR FAR away.

THANK YOU.

This way i can concentrate on MY bullshit and the bullshit classes I've enrolled in.

R.I.P Bernie

Kick IT!!!

Bak 2 Skool

YES!!!!
So i peeped these sneaks a while back and I've been trying to track then down in a size 7 ever since.
I FINALLY HAVE THEM!
THANK YOU UBIQ!
SO totally random that I just happen to spot them in the damn store but yea I bought em. GREAT FEELING.
Sneaker Fetish satisfied for the day.
Thank you, thank you. (bowing at the applauding audience)

Mambo Sauce

So yea I'm really late with this post...
(Eliana your keyboard is the pits)
I digress...
As I was sitting on my very comfortable couch and a very GoGo sounding (at least to me... im so far from an expert on that genre of music) video came on. Chris you were the first person that came to mind.
Name of the song: Welcome to D.C
Name of the group: Mambo Sauce.
All I could think of is how this man lives mambo sauce. Chris I know you've heard the song but it's new for me. So this is me thinkin im puttin up on somethin I know you love. (Just pretend I did... Thanks)

father who art thou

What is the definition of a father? Webster says... a man who has begotten a child. Some say it is a man who has forgotten a child. I will say, without posting my family's business all over the BlogNet, that my father is a certified ass. I have come to the conclusion some time ago that I will not feed this donkey or give it water.

I'd rather it die. Metaphorically not literally... it is still my father.

I hadn't had the opportunity to test out my new found skill of starving my biological Ass until the day before yesterday.

TESTED AND PROVEN TO DO WONDERS FOR THE SOUL!

IT WAS GREAT!

I FELT GOOOOD!

It was like for the first time in my life the bullshit didn't fall on my head. Rather, it fell on the floor next to me and I was able to pick it up with a trash bag, like the animal dung that it was, Tie it up tight, and fling it all the way to TIMBUKTU!

Great release... really.

So... this blog post is dedicated to my biological Ass of a Father. For tho I love you very much, which is the reason why i still call you dad, you are a habitual shitter and I've allowed my house, my place of peace, to wreak of your shitty smell for way too long. Please know that from here on out there will be no 3 day shower recovery period where i try to wash away the stain/pain of being shitted on. I have built a force field to your shit.

This is me confessing to being hurt and vowing to never be hurt by you again.

(normally I would be compelled to put the word tear in parenthesis here. instead I opt for a...)

=)

My boring life as CatLady

Hello All!
I know that I have been promising that I'll get back on my grind with the bloggin thang. But I have come to the realization that that might not be happening any time soon. I haven't really had any inspiration. I haven't been going through anything and I have no insight on any thing in America, or any other country for that matter, right now.
HOW SAD!
I am actually only blogging right now b/c Bonita is in town and I'm at the tech wit her and Marsha and I have nothing else to do. I do however want to say that I have two new men in my life. Their names are Fogul and Bleeker. My kitties! They are my precious' and I love them dearly. They have brought this sort of calm love into my home and Im diggin that for real. Bes believe that there will be pictures posted whenever my bootleg ass camera decides that it wants to turn on and take pictures right side up. LOL.
I'm copacetic with my love life. I'm so good wit my new roomies. Kinda missin my old ones. Lovin the new crib. Hoping that the doctor can help my kittens out (they're sick yall... they got really bad colds) Cant wait for the refund checks to come in. Need to get pampered by some Chinese ladies. Got to go food shopping before I starve. And that's really it!
Sorry if my life is uninteresting I came to that conclusion last blog. But, i have also come to realize that I really shouldn't write unless I have something intellectual or interesting to say so here it is.
God is love, life and happiness.

BORRR-INGGGG!!

Today I realized that I have no life. I'm broke and if someone else doesn't invite me to do something exciting I honestly have nothing to do.

What do you do when your bored?

I have already done the whole, "I'm bored... you're bored... let's be bored together," thang. And to tell you the God's honest truth it's not really working for me.

I NEED A LIFE DAMNIT!!

I know that in about a few months or so my life is going to get really serious and the only thing that I will be doing with it is school and work and I cant believe that I have nothing exciting to do before I can't do anything exciting at all. My God how I have fallen from my interesting cant get enough of me and my funniness "grace." I did more in high school with a curfew than in college. How pathetic. I need to plan a trip. With some friends. Do something on a whim and be exciting. Up and go to VA Beach for no damn reason but to go like I used to. I haven't left Temple's campus in like....... (yea it's been that long)

Please someone shock me with something exciting and get me off my ass.

PLEASE

Decisions, Decisions

I’m always doing something for somebody even when I’m not in the position to do so. When my people’s need help... I’m there and I just can’t help that fact. I have let many a people walk all over me this year especially in the last few months. Yesterday was a very emotional day for me. I decided to withdraw my charity from a special someone. And although I know deep down that it was the right thing to do (for me) I still feel SO bad. I’m still not happy! Most of the time I feel like the feeling will go away and that the emotion is just that an emotion, "it will fade." But, I can’t help but constantly think about how my life has been for the past couple of months and how it has changed me so. I'm going to miss the good things that steamed from the relationship that I lost. And I'm going to have to get used to doing a lot of things by myself. And that is honestly very scary for me. I’m scared of being so far gone that the transition will be long and painful. I miss the relationship already. I wish that I could tell you guy’s the whole scenario but I have a habit of telling all my business through messages on FaceBook and I honestly can’t result to that now. But, if the person whom this Note is about is reading, I just want you to know that like you have told me before all things will come to the light. If we are meant to be (either now or later) it will happen. I look forward to a friendship without the added frustrations. Know that if you ever need anything, regardless of who may say I’m wrong or not, I’m here. Hopefully you don’t keep my baby away from me. Other motha fuckas may say they miss him and want to see him. But that bond that I’ve created with him is deeper than any other female (no reassurances needed)… except maybe his mother. Wow I’ve already given out too much info. I digress. Listen. Keep in touch. Period, I’m going to always care.

Married to the Father

What happens to a woman when a man says he cares but knows deep down he doesnt?

What happens to a woman when a man says he loves but is only tellin that woman lies?

That woman becomes a menace to society.

Her heart freezes and becomes a ice berg.

She begins to no longer care about that man or any other for that matter.

She begins to think, "What if?"

What if she wouldn't have meet that man?

Would she ever have been able to acually love a man again?

"Maybe," she says to herself.

Maybe, just maybe, her heart would be ok. She digresses.

That is not the life she leads and that is not the heart she claims. Her heart is forever lost now. Lies have been told and feelings have been hurt. The man she thought loved God, was delivered from hell. He stole her heart and decided it was his to play with. She housed his supposed love and he pissed on the floors. She cleaned and scrubbed but couldn't erase the stain of his indiscressions. Her heart was broken. She would never again trust another. He said he was unlike any man especially, the men she delt with before.

He was right!

No man had ever broken her this way.

It was love.

She loved him.

She wasn't in love and thank God. If she was, not only would her heart have been broken, her soul would be condemmed into the depths of hell.

So for now, she claims, her heart is God's.

He is her husband and she knows he'll be with her until death...

Except, they will never part.

What to EAT!

I've been through so much and I've realized that I will continue to go through shit. For as long as I shall live motha fu*kas will always have some shit to do, say, write, etc... that is just gonna piss me off. I was on the fu*k it diet for a while and then I just decided that that wasn't the way to go. So I started to binge on givin a fuck and that totally didn't work out. Now I'm in between and I can't help but be totally and completely even more fucked up. I feel like I can't get right. I don't know who is who any more. I'm not even sure if I'm me. Who can I trust? And if it's better to be alone and no one really needs anybody but themselves... why does it feel so bad to be in that situation? Why is it that when people spend time by themselves for to long they begin to go crazy, if its good for you? Because it's not duh!!! So that leads me to my initial question. What type of diet am I really suppose to be on. Am I just suppose to be eatin shit without givin a fuck? Or am I suppose to be so picky I'm half way starvin myself to death? And if I decide to let it flow...who's to say I wont get like a tape worm or something and die...

(sounds of agonizing pain .:death:. )

To Do List

Study for finals
Take Exam on time
Go Grocery Shopping
Get Hair Cut
Clean House
Pack Clothes
Go See Chris and Calvin's New Apt
Say "Fu*k them other Ni**as"
Get Paint/ Furniture
Clean Old & New Apt
Paint Walls in New Apt
Fully move in
Light Some Candles
Crack a Bottle
Light a Black n' Mild
Sip/Inhale
Swallow/Exhale

M.I.A

Sorry that I've been MIA. I have had a lot going on the past week or so. Normally I blog to release stress or to express how happy I am. I've realized lately that I'm in the middle. I am neither extra upset/mad/pissed etc... or happy/ecstatic etc... so I claim that I have nothing to reevaluate. But today I have realized that I miss blogging and that I did blog for no good reason and it felt good when I did. I know that I don't have many readers but I do appreciate those that do read. I am sorry for those who have missed my ramblings and if u didn't miss me then fu*k you. lol. I guess this blog is suppose to sate that I am back. Seriously. Or at least after finals are over. I have been through a lot these past few weeks. I have met people and lost people and found things out about myself and lost things that i thought i knew. That confusion has led me to this blog tonight. That and that alone. Thank you to all of those who actually care about me. For all those who recognize that life is life and things happen and that you can only blame yourself for your transgressions. I thank God for my life and for showing me the true things in it. Fu*"k everything else. If you don't love me... hate me and go to hell. Period. Thanx for reading.

It'll Shut Down

My momma always told me that when your tired your body will just shut down. Forget the NoDoze, F the coffee, if it has to happen it will. I've been sleeping lately but I haven't been feeling like I get enough. 8 hrs or not I'm just tired. I don't know how I'm going to fix this problem because I've been trying a lot of different methods and I really cannot pinpoint what the hell is going on. I realized today as I missed my class because I over slept, that I really need to fix this little problem that I have. I went to class at 1:10pm instead of 1:40pm so I decided that I would sit in front of the door and wait for class to begin. All I remember after that is some really loud boy talking about something very uninteresting waking me up out of my great siesta. Then as I got up to walk into class I realized that it was over. GREAT Right?!? I know! I really need to fix this problem. I look like sh*t and the feeling is mutual and that's enough to make me wanna fix it. Please Help Me Sleep GOD! [as in the god of sleep] Bless me with a REM that lasts so long people think I'm in a coma. PLEASE! Seriously. Help Me.

An Observation

I'm watching him sleep with his son. So peaceful as Christina plays in the background. Am I ready for this? He's been staying here and I'm loving every minute of his presence. Loving every minute of his smile. Loving the way he makes me smile. Not ready to love him though. Conflicting emotions about whats right and whats wrong run through my mind all the time. Actually its more like whats socially acceptable and whats not. Trying to do me and not listen to outside influences but, I can't help but think about others comments on the relationship. But the way he makes me smile... he definitely infatuates me (which is slightly different from being infatuated). I ask again, "Am I ready for this commitment." I've already dug my hole and put one foot in. I'm not saying I regret that decision I'm just a tad bit susceptible about whether or not I can fulfill all of his, mine, our expatiation's. He doesn't seem phased by the uncertainty though. Taking it one day at a time is the motto he seems to follow. Am I wrong for wanting to look towards the future and feeling uncertain? Confusion as I type. Confusion as I watch him and his son sleep in the same position, calm as the Christina plays in the background.

A light that shines Special

This weekend was filled with many ups and downs. I was pissed, happy, upset at petty things and thrilled about the best. A weekend full of mixed emotions. A wise man once told me... let it go. So I did, hopped in the car,C's plugged up the I-Pod, and Common came blastin thru the speakers. Elated was the next emotion that came over me. As I basked in the lyrical glory, all I could think of is, "I can't wait to blog about this experience," allowing all who read to take it back to a more loving, calming place. Enjoy.

"Grated we known each other for some time
it don't take a whole day to recognize Sunshine"

Intellectual Heritage

In Intellectual Heritage.. not really gaining any intellect. There's a girl in my class who is yapping her head off. lol. The professor has been trying ot get a word in and stop her but its SoOo not working. So funny. She is so pouring her guts out about the Islamic faith. Whooo!!

I can't wait to leave and get SAUCY!

Apologize to the other B of BBC this post is definitely not deep and is so one of those posts we mock from time to time. My B.

Artist Maybe

I grew up around a lot of art. My father was a great artist who took his craft for granted and eventually lost it. He always told me as a child that when God gives you a gift you should always express it and thank him everyday for it or he'll take it away. We'll I feel as though that that is not only the case for my pops, who always reminisces on how great he used to draw my mothers face when they first meet at age 19, but for me as well. I kind of inherited the creative art through pictures gene but I never really looked at it as though it was something that I should work on, perfect, and share with the world. (my dad says he saved some of my early art so I could look back and say what if one day... something he should have done) Anywho, I still grew up with an appreciation for some good art. Mind boggling art. Beautiful Art. Abstract art. Art period. My uncle sent me some make ya mind go crazy art yesterday. Check it out. Tell me what ya think. Enjoy, I know I did.

It took me a while to see what i should have been seeing. Do you see it?

Which man is the tallest of the three?

Do you see the 3 faces?

Liar?

Can you see the word? Most girls see it easily... men don't!Last one! Read the directions at the bottom of the pic.

Things he does for me

I've met a MAN ya'll

1. Massages away all my aches and pains. From my hips to the tips, of my collar bone. And please don’t think that the arms and legs, fingers and toes aren’t considered part of home. Those get massaged just as well as the dome.
2. After my full body massage you can be sure that I’ll get a full body massage. Followed with a thorough cleaning of all parts relaxed. Yes ladies he washed my feet and my back.
3. He makes breakfast, lunch, and dinner for me. No I’m not talking your average bowl of cereal. I’m talking toast from France, eggs with cheese that made my stomach dance, and a side of beef. Bacon that is. Don’t think I need to further explain Lunch and Dinner are the same.
4. As he washes dishes I gaze upon the man who… DAMN…is washing my dishes!
5. :sigh:: Tired, as he rubs my head, I rub my eyes to fall fast asleep. Deep slumber im in only to be awakened for a snack by sweet kisses down my back. You’d think I’d be pissed but that smile coupled with that sweet kiss… ladies… ::smh::
6. He pours me drinks when im thirsty
7. Washes my hair when it's dirty
8. Cleans my room just becasue he knows I like it.
9. Kisses me gently on the forehead when I awake from sleep.
10. Shit did I mention he washes and Massages my feet (that has got to go on this list twice)

I have not met a man like this in all the years i've been givng out kisses. He’s sweet, caring, fun, compassionate, affectionate, strong, funny, intelligent, and honest. The things he does for me… ::sigh::

Money in the Bank?

I HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO MANAGE MY MONEY. AND SPEND WISELY. INVEST AND WHATNOT. GOD PLEASE HELP ME SOLVE MY MONEY PROBLEMS. I WAS RICH YESTERDAY AND NOW I'M BROKE!

UGGGGGGG!!

The Countdown

I feel ya sista! My home should be where my heart is but instead I feel like I need to get away. I've been feeling this way for a while. I can never come home to peace and quite there's always a gallizion people in my house. ALWAYS! And it seems as though they don't know how to leave at a reasonable hour. I mean on the weekends its cool but, during the week... ALL THE TIME? I mean... come on! Don't get me wrong I love my friends but, sometimes I just need.. PEACE & QUIET! Maybe throw on some Ne-yo Soul, light some candles, kick back, smoke a mild (or 2), and chill. Mellow out. Be EAZY. But, since my "home is where the BEER is" I'm never alone. Party F'n City!

49 days till the move and a female like me... can't wait!

(Cal, Chris, Uch... I definitely feel ya'll)

Land HO!!!!!

My daddy came to visit me yesterday not only did he bring me Yankee Candles, too much perfume for one woman, DVD, CD's, and jewelery but, we went shopping. King of Prussia is expensive and everything in there is too name brand looking. But, despite all let downs in damn near every store (except PAC SUN) I still was able to find these sneakers/shoes. Sperry's actually. I was walking past the table and they just caught my eye. I had to have em! I've never owned a pair of shoes like this. Style...color... everything included. Check em out tell me what you think...

FLYY?

UHHHH.,....

i have nothing to say... and therefore there is noiting to blog about... sorry... i am just not inspired by anything that is going on in my life right now!!! .......

JerZy EnT.

So. If nobody knows.... Imma JerZy girl. I rep jersey till the day I die. Some of my JerZy Boys on campus have been throwin parties and honestly they're doin their thang. Last party... packed at 10:45pm... doors opened... 10:00pm. Yes it's that serious yall! Lets Get It!

LETS PARTY!!

We've Done It Again. On April 4th, 2008
JERSEY BOYS ENTERTAINMENT PRESENT...LIGHTS OUT PART 2: UNPAID BILLS EDITION 10PM UNTIL

The Lights Come on@ THE GARDEN STATE MANSION1727 MONUMENT AVE (17TH & MONUMENT)
3 FLOORS TO PARTY ON.
SPECIAL VIP ROOM (bottles will be popped all nite long).
Jersey's own DJ MoFo on the 1s & 2s.
Everybody $5 b4 12pm!
***FREE*** JERSEY JUICE TIL 12PM...1ST 50 Ladies in for ***FREE***
Beads Given Out 2 Females at the Door.....Fellaz earn 5 sets of beads from the ladies n get your FREE SHOTS
2$ a shot if you cant get it poppin!!!
Jersey Meet Philly Ticket Giveways!!!!!! Jersey Boy T-Shirt Giveaways!!!!
***Free*** Shots to the Sexiest Ladies
TIGHT SECURITY provided by TOP FLIGHT!!!!
This party will not get shutdown.
It will be packed so get there early!!!!!

JERSEY BOYS... you already KNOW!

David Brown

Ok so maybe some people knew but, I know Damn well I didn't. Young Buck has a clothing line. And its noting like 50's. I actually like the items. I mean it helps that's he's sexy so I decided to Google his ass to see what was new. (totally off topic and has nothing to do with his clothing style) Um.... but, yeah! So take a look I honestly wouldn't mind seeing my dude in any of these articles. Word.

Take a LookSee!

"An Then a Big Brown Shark Came"

Ok. So I have a paper due at 1:10pm and a class at 11:40am. So I shouldn't even really be on here. But I was watchin this with my girls last night and I cant get if off my mind.


I kno, I kno. I cant post that one if I dont post the part everybody knows even if they haven't seen Delirious. So Enjoy!


Ok Gotta Go Now! Wish me luck on my paper!

Runnin'

I was at a friends house watching MTV Jams, which doesn't play nearly enough "Hip-Hop" as they should, and this video came on. It immedately made me think of Cousin Chris and yea so here it is.

Who loves Hip Hop? Brandi Loves Hip Hop! Is it? I do, I do, I doOooO!

The embed thing-a-ma-gig to the original version was disabled so...

Tatted Up!

Sitting in the SAC conversing about tattoo's for a hot min. And I realized how un-original people can be when marking their bodies. Myself included. Every one has a Adinkra Symbol. And its always the Sankofa, or Chinese/Arabic writing. A cross, a butterfly, or stars, it's all the same. Now I have 7 tattoos! All of which are not
original (they were either found on a website or in a book).

I vow from this day forward that whatever tattoo I get, it will be totally original, meaningful, and unique to my style. Maybe something that i'll draw up! Who knows. Be on the look out for some "fire" body art from Me.

GoogleMe

Ran across this on the Web. I was like DAMN this the chick from my Super Sweet 16! And I actually like the song. I tried to look up when her album was going to drop but,no luck! Anywho... check it out. Feed me back. Enjoy or Not.

Teyana Taylor - Google Me

(click here to view video)

More Randomness

Just some randomness... I really slept all day today and so I like have a tad bit more energy than I would like but I'm tired. It's weird, don't ask. Anywho. Check this out.

Try to watch this wothout laughing or grinning. You get no credit unless you watch the whole thing all the way through
Somethimes I wish I had an extremely weird talent I could make money off of.

Ok so this lil boy is so cute. Who thinks he wrote this rhyme? Even if he didn't doesn't it seem like he know exactly what he's talking about?

Haha! I saved the BEST for last. Remember this! "Y lo shalala my Ass!"

Copacetic

Bored. Tired. Procrastinating. Mad. Happy. Unsatisfied with what i fed myself but full nonetheless. Confused. Hurt. Blaming myself. Semi-satisfied with school. Totally unsatisfied with my love life. Alive and well.

Loving the fact that my life is not as bad as it could be.

"I know were he's NOT!"

So last night I just felt like Laughing so I began to think of movies that made me laugh. SHREK just popped into my head. Donkey is crazy! But, he is only one of my favorite characters in the movie. I think that people overlook all of Shrek's other sidekicks. For instance, Pinocchio... now he's a funny dude. I felt compelled to share this with you yesterday but I had to study for a midterm. Then when Ciara (look C's I gave you some credit) and I were hysterically laughing about it today I just had to share it. Who learns who to lie so that its not lying? Funny Ish!

Heres a lil extra

(Ok this is the last one I promise)

OMG! ::crying::

So I'm surfing bloggs and get to Maddie's page. She has this post about the truth being Christianity and Jesus Christ. Honestly, I am writing this blog in tears (or at least I was crying and I'm holding them back now). My heart repeatedly sank while watching the clips that she posted. I don't want to admit that now I am questioning my faith but I would be lying to myself if I said otherwise. Like I said in a comment to the post, I have heard people tryin to denounce God and Christianity before but never have I ever been hit so hard. Maybe because since I have been here at Temple I have been finding my relationship with God to be more and more true and comfortable to handle (A loving friendship with God is everything but easy). I love Jesus and believed hole hearted that he was my savior and to now see this after 19 years of believing I am truly baffled and hurt. All I keep thinking about is how God granted us intellect, common sense, and a coincidence. And all of those things are telling me that I need to rethink this whole Believing in a higher power thing. Not saying that i may come to the conclusion that God and Jesus do not exist. But I do, now, need to do some serious soul searching. I'm always looking up in the middle of the day and thanking God for a plethora of things. Was I just talking to the clouds? When Eve gave that apple to Adam and God was mad because now they would see evil. Was that evil just really the truth that they were insane talking to some unknown figure they created in their minds? Were they Skitzo's? Are miracles just coincidence's? MY GOD! I cant do this. I mean please just watch it. Christian or not. I would really like to know what you think.

God, if you are there show your self to me and stop playing with my emotions!

(just click the title of This blog post and it'll take you directly to it)

Not Just Another 24

Gosh! I missed bloggin... I haven't done it since yesterday and I feel like a fiend needing a fix. I'm currently sittin in my room contemplating studying for this midterm tomorrow (dont worry i'll prob end up doing it at like 1:00 in the morning and bein dead tired tomorrow), realizing how stress free and happy my days have been lately. Like no worries what so ever. Noting but laughs laughs and more laughs. God has truly blessed me lately. I think this is his way of saying, "don't worry about. I got you." I appreciate that. Thanks. The new people in my life have really been a breath of fresh air. You all know who you are. Chris' blog really made me think about who my friends, best friends and acquaintances are. I've realized why I came to college with only two friends and why some of the people I've met here in Philadelphia I've severed ties with. And instead of dwelling on it I have chosen to chuck it up as a loss and move forward with MY life. I LOVE ME, even if nobody else does. And thats what really matters most. I guess this post is just to say thanks to God, my friends and my acquaintances. All of the relationships that I have had and/or still have with you make me who I am today. And is molding who I will be tomorrow. No, I'm not saying that these people make me Brandi but, life experiences make a person who they are. In college all you have is the people that you meet and class. I feel like im rambling... I hope that I'm not though. I'm just grateful for these Sunny Days. For without these experiences the day would be "Just another 24 that passes by."

Habititual Line Steppa

So I have been looking for soemthin to blog about all day. Well not so much looking as logging in and beginning to write and then finding out that, "hey I really dont have anything to say." This is not another one of those moments. I just received a text message from my uncle, who is a police officer in New Jersey, saying that the gang MS-13 is beginning initiation tonight. Get this, this is how it works... they bump the back of your car and when you get out they shoot you. This is serious the FBI has dubbed this gang the most violent gang in America. Most of them are foreign commin from many countries in South America, mainly El Salvador. They can be distinguished by their tattoos. Most of them,like 90%, have MS-13 tatted on their faces. (like in the picture) And they wear blue and white collard shirts. Be on the watch for these "ColdBlooded" MoFo's. Especially for these next couple of weeks while driving. Look out your rear view before exiting your car.

You know how the Bloods and Crips were originally founded for good reasons and those ideologies was just lost at one point or another? Well not this gang! It was found by some Latinos who just liked to kill. So that's what this gang does they KILL.... FOR FUN! Like uggg... what is this world coming to.

Please just be CAREFUL. They aren't heavy in Philly but they are here.

mistakes made

Ok... so I posted this blog thinking that I was logged into mine but to my amazement I was logged into C's blogger. If you really want to read it. (Its worth it believe me) Hit her blog up. It's titled Eye to Eye. Enjoy... or not.

http://elegantindependence.blogspot.com/2008/03/eye-to-eye.html

FINISH HIM!

Stood up, sitting in my room bored as hell as i began to think of the only video game besides Tetris and Crash Bandicoot that I actually played and loved to play as a kid. I was never really into video games I was more of a watcher and instigator than a player. But MORTAL COMBAT was my sh*t. So I just had to YouTube it and watch the fatalities. Son, I so remember why I loved it so. The death scenes were the greatest. And even though the graphics weren't like they are now they were still dope as sh*t! Characters just don't get killed like that any more. All in favor for a Mortal Combat comeback say "I".... I!

.:hand waiving high in air:.

(Scorpion and Sheeva were the Illest... somebody tweaked the graphics at the end. It's kinda funny but it aslo kinda made me mad that they fu*cked with a classic)

Stood Up

How many times do you have to be stood up before you give up?

Why do you stand people u in the first place?

Long time No speak

Saw a old friend today. The visit was brief but nice. A tad bit awkward but, refreshing. Thanks for the nice cool breeze... old friend.

Bi*chAssNess?

Ok so these video's were brought to my attention yesterday. And tho they were both funny I was a tad bit unsure of how to feel about Wayne after seeing both. Wyane exhibits the ill Bi*chassness and Styles is a "G", right? Does anybody understand why Wayne just walked off stage instead of being belligerent? Or because he's Wayne he's suppose to exhibit the same qualities as Styles. It's just impossible for him to think logically? IDK!! Please help.

(Did anybody see that Parker Report on MTV Jams where they talk about this very thing, "You can't have G lyrics if your not a G.")

Ok so Styles gets a gazillion Kudos for this one....


"Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you He the type to break the blade off in you Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency S.P. is back, call the state of emergency" - S.P the Ghost

Ignorant SAC Moment

I'm sitting in the SAC yesterday, a daily routine, and this freshman kid just so happens to be sitting across from me in the adjoining booth. I sit down to eat and this kid just starts belting out Jada Kiss lines. (Nothing worth quoting... something very commercial). I laugh, it was funny, all I kept thinking was, "this kid is animated." Well after 20minutes of singing loudly and waving hands in the air I was kinda annoyed so decided to make conversation to shut him up.

Here's a lil snippet:

Me: Is this what you like to do in tour spare time, be loud?

Kid: Yeah, I want to be a public speaker.

(light bulb) It just so happens that on that very day The Roots, or at least one of the band members, were coming to campus to speak to the students about the importance of voting.

Me: Oh so your going to listen to The Roots speak?

Kid: Fu*k No! For what? I don't know him! And he ain't gon do sh*t but campaign for Obama! Why should I give a fuck? I don't even like their music.

Me: (in shock) Well it was just a question. I figured that since you want to be a public speaker you would like to see another public speaker in action. Oh yea, and he's not talking about Obama the event was jut sponsored by the Obama Campaign.

Kid: Jus cause I wanna be a public speaker doesn't mean I want to listen to some next nigga talk. Especially about Voting. I ain't gonna Vote No way!

Wow! At this point I was livid. Now that was not the whole conversation. But that is all that's needed to understand why a educated black woman like myself and the others I was with became very upset.

WHAT IS GOING ON MY BLACK BROTHER?

Not to mention his man, another young black man, was in total agreement... SAD. We, the ladies at the table, then try to explain to the young men why they should vote. Ancestral Commitment, Make some from of Difference, become less Ignorant etc.....

Kid's excuse:

THE POPULAR VOTE DOESN'T MATTER ANY WAY!

Ok dude... (sarcasm)
His friends excuse:

I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO AMERICA I'M MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY ANY WAY.

Ugggg.... like why I don't understand what it is with black men and not voting. Seriously, every little bit counts because it all effects you. Directly or indirectly. ALL LAWS IN AMERICA EFFECT YOU!! And who passes those laws? Our government officials. Who appoints those officials either directly or indirectly? WE DO! I even said to the men," what if Dr. Martin Luther King thought the same as you, where would we be?" He honestly just said that it didn't matter because it didn't happen that way.

WHAT!! And... Your.... EDUCATED!!

If nobody voted then where would we be? As far from a democracy as we are, we definitely would be farther if voting ceased (yea, its rally dumbed down). It's kids like this ignorant freshy that make the black population as a whole look stupid (simple words people).

My great grandfather fought for my right to vote.

He was hosed down and beaten by the police. Locked up and stripped of his dignity on many occasions. If I didn't take part [in voting that is] its like spitting in his face. Fu*k if the vote doesn't matter. It's the principal of the thing.

History can and will repeat its self if action is not taken people.

DUH!!!

"One Less Vote"

The Fourteenth Amendment, granting black men the right to vote, was ratified in July 1868. Every black vote became a threat to white Southerners' political power. The stone reads, "Negroe Killed, Seymour Ratification, KKK."

Electro-Compulsive Theory

So... this is Brandi (aka: Bonita Applebum)
You were hoping for Ms. Strickland? Too bad.

Seriously though, we're all sitting around.. chilling.. singing the lyrics to songs off key in a major way while Brandi walks around screaming about the hair color she's trying to set in, ranting about how she wants to look like Beyonce [and not end up with my hair color lol].

&& it hits me as I'm listening to Still in Love by 112.
This is therapy.

It's just that simple. The company of those who will make you laugh. The ones who will sit around with you while you have no purpose in life at that moment in time, and still make you feel worth the while. This is the healing process. This is how we recover. Let me speak for myself, this is how I recover. And, it's really not that bad. I can't front. I have moments, but when I'm in good company, I'm reminded that things really aren't that difficult. It's another day, another lesson learned. Back to losing myself in the music and the moment...

The Other One

Hope Brandi plans on telling ya'll about her OD moment in the SAC and on the way to 1300. I'll just call it, "The words of a Black Woman who knows her political stance and the power of her vote."

The Chopping Block

So I am officially on the Fu*k It Diet! (Thanks C's)

U clearly care or you would have minded your business.

If I did or didn't you handled MY business wrong Miss'.

Your not my mommy, and even if you were, you are still not entitled to know all aspects of my life.

That's my PRIVY Information.

Hop off mine. You needed this dick to feed your nosey habit.

A friend is just that, a friend.

Nothing more nothing less. Guess we have different Definitions.

Never have I had a friendship with so many flaws.

I'm was mad and crying because you were sneaky and kniving.

Regardless of what you say. Thats all you have to go on is someone elses personal account.

And on that note. Take my dick out of your mouth and get out.

Of MY life, that is.

(especially if you cant respect the fact that it's mine... and uh this was not suppose to be a poem it just ended up rhyming lol)

Torres Wise

"You have the right to SHUT THE FU*K UP!" - Ms. Wise

My life is just that,

MY LIFE!

You need not know all things about it,

PERIOD.

Nuff said.

(Not my poem but I found it www.funnyjunksite.com found it totally relevant)

I’ve asked myself this question so many times,

I thought I would try and put it to rhyme.

Does God like someone who interferes

In someone else’s business and affairs?

Does he appreciate someone who is always putting their nose where it doesn’t belong?

Someone who has done it for way too long.

Someone who takes it upon themselves

To add their two cents where it doesn’t belong.

Does God like a nosey person who has nothing better to do

Than to put their nose where it doesn’t belong?

I dont think He does,

Do you?

Female Freestyle

I'm sitting in the SAC at the foe-bar tables, watchin people enter and look around to see if somebody's watchin them, talking about spoken word, going back and forth reciting lines from written art that pertain to our lives; and my gurl just up and begins to spit. On some OD randomness (or at least i thought it was at the time until I realised her mind is like a dude trapped in a females body) ... here it is: (remember this is a rhyme... not a poem)

“Bend this
Right leg back
Feel that dick in my appendix
Just like that
Give this sweet pussy a French Kiss
I talk a lot of shit but I can back it up
And when he enters with the dick, you know I backs it up

And if he on some other shit

I’m on that that’s enough…” -My Hy Revealer

(Her delivery is what makes it what it is. As it is for most piece's that are meant to be heard not read)

(Here B. this pic is just for you, Intimate Touch by Girolamo Gjeri)

For the Cuddy C

I have realized that some people who I thought were close to me are not. People who I thought, thought highly of me, do not. And people who I thought I could trust I cannot.

We live in a country where the right to choose your own path of life is supposedly suppose to be highly respected. So respect this, I CHOOSE TO DO ME. Instead of electing officials who will make my decisions about laws that I will have to abide by; I vote to create my own democracy. No middle man. I do not have to and will no longer consult/ imaginarily elect others before making my decisions. I was once a baby bird scared to leave the nest and now I realize that my wings are strong enough to fly high. Over all others and depend on nothing but God’s creation of gravity to keep me there.
A friend of mine just came to this realization. Took him a while to understand that really all he has is himself, and I’m elated that he had that break through. Taking time to reminisce on life is what life is about! Morality grows/forms from the revelations of experiences.

“The unexamined life is not worth living.” – Socrates

Beats me, Revelation I guess...

Sitting here in my towel... I realize how elated I am. I've been kinda pissed for the past day or so. Some things have been brought to my attention that just really pissed me the F off! But, today im good. I don't have a worry. My people's from home is coming to spend the day with me before heading back to school. AND I had great sex last night. I mean im not going to go into detail don't worry. But I just wanted to state that today I realize that Good Sex CAN really make the whole day better. I asked a friend of mine last night, as she was sm0kin a bl*nt of course, what else besides Mary Jane getts you Hy? She responded, "Sex and money." Crazy chick! (thinks like a dude) I didn't understand how havin sex could get you that same feeling that a L could. But I was definitely shown and had to eat my words. I have found my Bud replacement. I quit smokin a while ago. But always seem to relapse here and there. No more! I have officially found a great way to be Hy and stay in shape, releasing those endorphins in a different way. Thank you friend for lettin me in on your Hy secret. Thank you person whom got me Hy.

Gotta do the Best for Me... Go Motha Fu*ka

Dedicated to all the ladies in my life who have lost someone special to them recently.

Why do I pump my OWN gas in Philly again?

I kno its like 4 in the morning but im just getting in the house and I have to post this.

I'm at the gas station in jersey (for those of you who dont know we do not pump our own gas. We have servants .:jk:. for that) and I pull up and see this very small Indian man holding the nozzle to the gas pump, jumping up and down like a mad man! At first im thinking this MFa is pourin Gas all over this Bi*ch an is about to blow this thing up. Then I realize he has on a Shell jacket. Anyway, at the same time a very large SUV is speeding down St. Georges Ave (very main block that the station is on... but is virtually empty at 4 in the morning) and another Indian man (the manager who works inside the mini mart) is screaming obscenities (in his foreign language but I know they're curse words because he throws in a few F's and mother F's) into the air at the the attendant. Me being the nosey body that I am roll down my window... no longer concerned with getting gas b4 the car breaks down... and attentively listen. Get this, supposedly the man in the SUV stole $63.00 and some change worth of gas. How do you ask? Well kiddies he had the man fill his tank up and then just as the attendant was taking the nozzle out (getting ready to come around to the car window to collect his money) the man Pulls Off! GENIUS! And that my friends is how you steal gas! The funny part tho is seeing a very small (no taller than 4'11") Indian man throwing a temper tantrum like a child getting yelled at by another man (whom is not much taller than him). Listening to their interpretation of the F word. Great times. Only in Jersey (sigh). Thats why they make you pay ahead of time in Philly huh?