Okay, so I just viewed the photos from Pajama Jam 2010 and may I just say that I thought the festivities from Freaknik were enough; nope the hoes have truly outdone themselves this time. I honestly forgot that I attended an institution of higher education. Then again, I often do forget that fact.
All the ratchetness occurring in and around Georgia Southern remind me of why I did not go to a HBCU, it would be worse! Any of who, people people people! Please carry yourselves as respectable citizens! The world is looking for USSEN to act like niggas. The man looks for the common folk to do ridiculously barbaric and primal things! The saddest part about all this is that the man no longer has to keep US down we do it to ourselves.
I can't tell you how many surburban thugs walk around the union communicating in goon with a thick ignorant accent! lol (but not really) GSU's Office of Admissions Atlanta recruiter (yes I know her) works hard and hosts her College Fairs at the Cobb County Galleria. Thus, none of you are thugs or gangstas! And with the current avg high school GPA and SAT scores, you had to work to get into this school!
So PLEASE stop wasting our time with these grills, colored dreads, sagging jeans (God forbid women's colored skinny legged) and better yourself. Stop trying to be a rapper and become a Writing/Linguistics major to perfect your craft. Major in something related to whatever you want to be "as see on TV" at least!
Females get off these dicks and get in your books! No one wants to END UP with the hoe, ppl run through you for the time being! Put on your clothes. No one expects your attire to be studious 24/7, however it is an expectation for you to conduct yourselves as post secondary matriculates.
I curse all the time but my communication is sensible and intelligible. I am a product of the EASTSIDE but I am no one's statistic. Seize this opportunity to get ya family out da hood, get yo white collar stacks up and have a legitimate hustle (sorry I had to turn it on and speak with the "eloquent" vernacular of the Layman) Stop being a cul de sac shawty and represent the lifestyle that your parent(s) or guardian worked hard to afford you! The BMW, Benz or recently manufactured vehicle is an indication of your background. And in case you thought no one would notice, GA state tags include the residential county where the tag is mailed. You're not fooling anyone. Let us say no to the ratchetness. I'm speaking to the college students because I am sure that the club was not fully comprised of locals!
We as the minority have got to do better. Help Obama help you; since Obama seems to be the only motivation for the National Advancement of Colored People (lol)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Family Ties
My brother just called me today. I haven't talked to him in a while! No particular reason, I just don't have time to really talk to anyone on the phone! I will text anyone ALL DAY but for me there are just not enough hours in the day.
I love my brother. He is 10 years older than me and was like a father when we were growing up. We have been through A WHOLE BUNCH OF BULL together. That's my brother for life. But talking to him for any short period of time sets me back for whatever reason. I start acting hella masculine and my mindset goes back to fuck you pay me mode! Growing up we hustled! I saw alot before my time which is partially why I have always been mature for my age. I WAS a player because of my brother and his friends because the whole premise of talking to anyone is to milk them dry for whatever benefit they bring to your life. When they no longer have your interest or anything to offer, you move on. Our issues are money, respect and women (me not so much, but I am a flirt who thanks God everyday that I am not sexually attracted to women. Can you imagine a world with me as a Man or attracted to women? Can we say Apocalyptic?? But its all in fun)
Because of all the negativity in my past and personality people plead with me to leave my brother alone. But I love him sooooooo friggin much. It is hard to give up on him because my newest circle of friends push me so hard to be a better person. I owe so much of my success to him and all the lessons he taught me and all the things about him that I don't want to embody.
My grind, work ethic, respect for others, loyalty, speaking my mind, not taking shit from anyone, standing up for the weak??? I owe that to my big bro!
What I am no longer obligated to do is enable. I know that I can't keep fucking with people's lives, I can't always throw money at my problems. WE BOTH have to stop burying our bullshit in addictions. But at the end of the day no one really taught him how to be a man, and no one taught me how to exist in this world.
We will forever bond on that foundation: Us against the world. I will never be able to cut family ties, but I have learned to take responsibility for my bullshit and thus refuse to get tangled in up in our connection!
I love my brother. He is 10 years older than me and was like a father when we were growing up. We have been through A WHOLE BUNCH OF BULL together. That's my brother for life. But talking to him for any short period of time sets me back for whatever reason. I start acting hella masculine and my mindset goes back to fuck you pay me mode! Growing up we hustled! I saw alot before my time which is partially why I have always been mature for my age. I WAS a player because of my brother and his friends because the whole premise of talking to anyone is to milk them dry for whatever benefit they bring to your life. When they no longer have your interest or anything to offer, you move on. Our issues are money, respect and women (me not so much, but I am a flirt who thanks God everyday that I am not sexually attracted to women. Can you imagine a world with me as a Man or attracted to women? Can we say Apocalyptic?? But its all in fun)
Because of all the negativity in my past and personality people plead with me to leave my brother alone. But I love him sooooooo friggin much. It is hard to give up on him because my newest circle of friends push me so hard to be a better person. I owe so much of my success to him and all the lessons he taught me and all the things about him that I don't want to embody.
My grind, work ethic, respect for others, loyalty, speaking my mind, not taking shit from anyone, standing up for the weak??? I owe that to my big bro!
What I am no longer obligated to do is enable. I know that I can't keep fucking with people's lives, I can't always throw money at my problems. WE BOTH have to stop burying our bullshit in addictions. But at the end of the day no one really taught him how to be a man, and no one taught me how to exist in this world.
We will forever bond on that foundation: Us against the world. I will never be able to cut family ties, but I have learned to take responsibility for my bullshit and thus refuse to get tangled in up in our connection!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wall Flower
It's another great day coming to a close and I am preparing for one of the biggest weekends to hit Georgia Southern University. Alpha Phi Alpha's Gorilla Thrilla/Pajama Jam weekend. Da Boro will now be swamped with regionals, alumni and "others".
I'm not much of a partyer, in fact I can probably still use my appendages (fingers and toes) to count how many times I have gone out since I have been in college. The scene just isn't for me.. I fail to understand it. You mean to tell me that I am going to pay you to induce claustrophobia, sweat profusely and be groped by strange men or participate in stare-downs with ratchet hating ass females?? Uhm, so yeah it's a no brainer... I keep my happy, secure ass at the crib or in small circles of individuals.
I am not knocking the club, I just relish in the contradictions on my timeline. I can't tell you how many tweets I have seen that let's me know the club (for Statesboro anyway) is not where the fun is at! I'll save my hard earned dollas for the weekly trips to El Som & Manny's. A good time will always be remembered with great people... but memories get lost when you can hide who you are in the crowd under the influence.
At the end of the day this is just an opinion written from an observative vantage point. I ain't gone knock what makes you happy because in the end that's what matter. Moreover, I am sooooo extra good in this drama free bubble cuz there is nothing in this world but the fingers of sweet baby Jesus that can burst it! LOL
Have fun at the club or pretend to.... my timeline will be waiting next weekend when we return to the regularly schedule Statesboro, Ga.
Girl w the afro wearing redchucks
I'm not much of a partyer, in fact I can probably still use my appendages (fingers and toes) to count how many times I have gone out since I have been in college. The scene just isn't for me.. I fail to understand it. You mean to tell me that I am going to pay you to induce claustrophobia, sweat profusely and be groped by strange men or participate in stare-downs with ratchet hating ass females?? Uhm, so yeah it's a no brainer... I keep my happy, secure ass at the crib or in small circles of individuals.
I am not knocking the club, I just relish in the contradictions on my timeline. I can't tell you how many tweets I have seen that let's me know the club (for Statesboro anyway) is not where the fun is at! I'll save my hard earned dollas for the weekly trips to El Som & Manny's. A good time will always be remembered with great people... but memories get lost when you can hide who you are in the crowd under the influence.
At the end of the day this is just an opinion written from an observative vantage point. I ain't gone knock what makes you happy because in the end that's what matter. Moreover, I am sooooo extra good in this drama free bubble cuz there is nothing in this world but the fingers of sweet baby Jesus that can burst it! LOL
Have fun at the club or pretend to.... my timeline will be waiting next weekend when we return to the regularly schedule Statesboro, Ga.
Girl w the afro wearing redchucks
Inconvenienced
I tweeted last night about the things that I would allow myself to be inconvenienced for. The running list consist of "FUN", Love, Friends/Fam and money.
Well this morning I ate my words and was inconvenienced something serious by 3 of those 4 factors. I had lots of "fun" last night woke up to love only to rush off to make some money. I only work early mornings once a week, every Thursday AT my second job FOR 3.5 hours TO MAINTAIN my benefits! lmao The things I do to provide for my family and support my habits. This is especially crazy because I got my stipend from my internship. ADP combined all 3 checks and of course UNCLE SAM ol' moochin ass TOOK $150 of my fuckin money... I made way less and there was the week of Spring Break included. So essentially they took my school check! WHAT THE FOOSBALL bruh! (random side note my FAFSA MONEY & INCOME TAX CHECK BETTER LOOK AMAZING)
Anyway back to the real reason I'm blogging. I was inconvenienced out of love! It felt so good to wake up on 1/4 of the bed with you encroaching all over my half of the bed! lol Your warmth, your little baby cub snore and your I love you murmur! It absolutely killed me to leave you this morning as it does every Thursday! I hope you understand why I do everything I do!
I always miss you Wednesday when I go to sleep because I know that I will have to leave you in those few hours following.. its a terrible feeling! But one day I know that this work ethic will pay off, I hope that you will always respect my grind. One day we will be introduced to the good life yet remain simple people.... work hard play later!
I don't like being inconvenienced, however I know one day everything will all makes sense and I will only have to be apart when I'm in the studio but we won't have to hold down 9-5. One day life will be flexible and my only commitment will be to you my love and my purpose as a musician!
You still down to ride?
Well this morning I ate my words and was inconvenienced something serious by 3 of those 4 factors. I had lots of "fun" last night woke up to love only to rush off to make some money. I only work early mornings once a week, every Thursday AT my second job FOR 3.5 hours TO MAINTAIN my benefits! lmao The things I do to provide for my family and support my habits. This is especially crazy because I got my stipend from my internship. ADP combined all 3 checks and of course UNCLE SAM ol' moochin ass TOOK $150 of my fuckin money... I made way less and there was the week of Spring Break included. So essentially they took my school check! WHAT THE FOOSBALL bruh! (random side note my FAFSA MONEY & INCOME TAX CHECK BETTER LOOK AMAZING)
Anyway back to the real reason I'm blogging. I was inconvenienced out of love! It felt so good to wake up on 1/4 of the bed with you encroaching all over my half of the bed! lol Your warmth, your little baby cub snore and your I love you murmur! It absolutely killed me to leave you this morning as it does every Thursday! I hope you understand why I do everything I do!
I always miss you Wednesday when I go to sleep because I know that I will have to leave you in those few hours following.. its a terrible feeling! But one day I know that this work ethic will pay off, I hope that you will always respect my grind. One day we will be introduced to the good life yet remain simple people.... work hard play later!
I don't like being inconvenienced, however I know one day everything will all makes sense and I will only have to be apart when I'm in the studio but we won't have to hold down 9-5. One day life will be flexible and my only commitment will be to you my love and my purpose as a musician!
You still down to ride?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
The Day the Earth Stood Still
The shopaholic in me recently has become terminally ill and is in need of a transplant. Am I the only one who goes on a shopping trip with money to blow, only to ride home unfulfilled? What is going on with the world of fashion and its once burgeoning trickle down affect. There was a time when you could have the fashion of the celebs for a fraction of the price. But even our stars of today look a HOT HAWAIIN MISSION TRIP TO THE SUB-SAHARAN DESERT mess! I won't even begin to run down the running list, but I am quite sure that you all know who they are!
I am frustrated, mainly on the basis that I always stress: I AM A GOT_DAMN INDIVIDUAL. I don't want to look like everyone else! Just make quality pieces. And that is a shot to whoever is design or purchasing for the middle class retail stores!
I was once told that the lack of creativity in one area stunts the growth of all other industries... I guess the music world and these bogus Hollywood screenwriters need to get it together! I need FASHION, it was once my life.. but I have reclused to vintage tees and skinny jeans... I'm fly but I need to be flyer than I have ever been! Give me FASHION or GIVE ME DEATH...
So the Earth is standing still. ALOT of people are well dressed but you all look alike! I need a change up cuz we are looking at the death of innovation! The fabrics of our lives are unraveling with uninspired, poor quality pieces! As long as there is a God in the heavens something inspirational can become! Pray to God for some sort of creativity because I am touching and agreeing, hoping that I can shop til I drop again: yes even in a recession! I works hard for my monties! lol
So I am waiting on this transplant, this intervention of the fashion dieties! Send us a revival... and let it begin with me!
Girl w/ the RedChucks
I am frustrated, mainly on the basis that I always stress: I AM A GOT_DAMN INDIVIDUAL. I don't want to look like everyone else! Just make quality pieces. And that is a shot to whoever is design or purchasing for the middle class retail stores!
I was once told that the lack of creativity in one area stunts the growth of all other industries... I guess the music world and these bogus Hollywood screenwriters need to get it together! I need FASHION, it was once my life.. but I have reclused to vintage tees and skinny jeans... I'm fly but I need to be flyer than I have ever been! Give me FASHION or GIVE ME DEATH...
So the Earth is standing still. ALOT of people are well dressed but you all look alike! I need a change up cuz we are looking at the death of innovation! The fabrics of our lives are unraveling with uninspired, poor quality pieces! As long as there is a God in the heavens something inspirational can become! Pray to God for some sort of creativity because I am touching and agreeing, hoping that I can shop til I drop again: yes even in a recession! I works hard for my monties! lol
So I am waiting on this transplant, this intervention of the fashion dieties! Send us a revival... and let it begin with me!
Girl w/ the RedChucks
Taking Notes
I'm currently sitting in class going in and out of listening to a substitute lecturer in my Sensations and Perceptions class. I am currently wondering why I am here... and that thought expands across the board.
Over the pass few semesters, I have come to realize that the college experience in the classroom is moving towards the sadness that is our K-12 education. I am no longer being actively engaged for the sake of learning, but rather jam packed with useless information with the expectation of comprehension on exams.
What is to become of the American education system? If we only teach what will be on tests, how can one realistically expect common sense to be a unifying commodity we exchange towards effective real-life application?? I believe the inability to think generally, yet critically, is a skill that keeps Americans average, stagnant and ill-equipped for playing time on the global field.
Random Side Note: I need to blog about the new Health Care Reform bill recently passed. Remind me later.
Anyway, I have always internally warred against the academy of central thought, finding myself a frequent student of real world alley ways, corridors of the unconventional and the courtyard lectures of thinking outside the box. I can not stress the point of using organized education as the foundation for self-education. READ A BOOK READ A BOOK, READ A MUFUGGIN BOOK!!
Seriously, I believe that true knowledge takes place outside of the school house. Which brings me to a extended visit to Books-A-Million. Don't be a nigga (used as an adjective as opposed to the common racial slur; I shall blog about it later. Note to self) and furthermore don't be a ethnocentric American.
Knowledge is power, but don't be deceived into thinking intelligence will be nurtured in a classroom. Cultivate and harvest the fruits of your inner genius or you will waste away brain cells just taking notes.
Over the pass few semesters, I have come to realize that the college experience in the classroom is moving towards the sadness that is our K-12 education. I am no longer being actively engaged for the sake of learning, but rather jam packed with useless information with the expectation of comprehension on exams.
What is to become of the American education system? If we only teach what will be on tests, how can one realistically expect common sense to be a unifying commodity we exchange towards effective real-life application?? I believe the inability to think generally, yet critically, is a skill that keeps Americans average, stagnant and ill-equipped for playing time on the global field.
Random Side Note: I need to blog about the new Health Care Reform bill recently passed. Remind me later.
Anyway, I have always internally warred against the academy of central thought, finding myself a frequent student of real world alley ways, corridors of the unconventional and the courtyard lectures of thinking outside the box. I can not stress the point of using organized education as the foundation for self-education. READ A BOOK READ A BOOK, READ A MUFUGGIN BOOK!!
Seriously, I believe that true knowledge takes place outside of the school house. Which brings me to a extended visit to Books-A-Million. Don't be a nigga (used as an adjective as opposed to the common racial slur; I shall blog about it later. Note to self) and furthermore don't be a ethnocentric American.
Knowledge is power, but don't be deceived into thinking intelligence will be nurtured in a classroom. Cultivate and harvest the fruits of your inner genius or you will waste away brain cells just taking notes.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Barren Land: unproductivity
Okay, so this blogging thing has its appeal. Hopped on the keys momentarily, and got bored again. Which brings me to the importance of Spring Break. I recently completed my Leadershape internship; it was successful *pats self on the back*. However, all of the adrenaline and positive interactions with my LEADS and PC, have faded. The true exertion on my body has hit me like a brick wall. I am exhausted and mentally checked out. This place is unfamiliar to me, and I am trying to navigate myself through this barren land of unproductivity.
My first recital is next week, but there is no excitement in it at the current moment. I am hoping that the day will fly by with moderate success. I can get through the piece but there are parts of me that want to make it my own. I think, subconsciously, my defiance is hurting me more than it is helping. But again, that is typical me... asshole first! You know priorities, to thine own self be true.. moreover: I think therefore I am.
Moving back to the main road, I need to kick something into high gear without overheating the engine. I am sleep deprived and unmotivated, yet serenely focused... I know that makes absolutely no sense at all but what can I say: I am quite the contradiction.
In case you are wondering, the recital is this Sunday in the Foy Recital Hall... the time not exactly sure but I will be there fashionably present and ready to share Schumann's Kinderszennen, Op 15, XII Kind im Einschlummern
check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I89804v2Rw&feature=related
My first recital is next week, but there is no excitement in it at the current moment. I am hoping that the day will fly by with moderate success. I can get through the piece but there are parts of me that want to make it my own. I think, subconsciously, my defiance is hurting me more than it is helping. But again, that is typical me... asshole first! You know priorities, to thine own self be true.. moreover: I think therefore I am.
Moving back to the main road, I need to kick something into high gear without overheating the engine. I am sleep deprived and unmotivated, yet serenely focused... I know that makes absolutely no sense at all but what can I say: I am quite the contradiction.
In case you are wondering, the recital is this Sunday in the Foy Recital Hall... the time not exactly sure but I will be there fashionably present and ready to share Schumann's Kinderszennen, Op 15, XII Kind im Einschlummern
check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I89804v2Rw&feature=related
The Road Ahead
I decided to start a blog, because I am always thinking about something when I should be productive. So, why not chronicle my journey, clear the air and make room for all that life has to offer?
Today, of all days I find myself in a practice room unfocused, unmotivated and dreaming. I can't seem to stop having these visions. If I was to ever experience what I dream of, life would truly be incredible. I have always been a dreamer and I would not have it any other way. Dreams aren't illegal and imagination is the greatest hallucinogen.
It's funny because I would like to consider myself a weary traveler on the road less traveled. A trailblazer in a time when people take all the express routes, I am one of those assholes that drives solo in an HOV.... I'm not looking to have a movement but road trips are always better served with travel companions.
All I ask of you is to fasten your seat belt and provide gas money. Don't ask me where we are going or where I have been. Just sit back and enjoy this rather bumpy ride. As I look over to my passenger side, I would love to see the sparkle in your eyes, are you ready? because I am ready, if you are down to ride....
Today, of all days I find myself in a practice room unfocused, unmotivated and dreaming. I can't seem to stop having these visions. If I was to ever experience what I dream of, life would truly be incredible. I have always been a dreamer and I would not have it any other way. Dreams aren't illegal and imagination is the greatest hallucinogen.
It's funny because I would like to consider myself a weary traveler on the road less traveled. A trailblazer in a time when people take all the express routes, I am one of those assholes that drives solo in an HOV.... I'm not looking to have a movement but road trips are always better served with travel companions.
All I ask of you is to fasten your seat belt and provide gas money. Don't ask me where we are going or where I have been. Just sit back and enjoy this rather bumpy ride. As I look over to my passenger side, I would love to see the sparkle in your eyes, are you ready? because I am ready, if you are down to ride....
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