Mobile Meandering: WTF?

So Im in Borders reading about the Slave Trade and shit and this Professor comes and sits next to me. Long story short, we had this candid ass dialogue about slaves and how they were always around. Sooner than later i told him i needed to get back to the book. He said that was mutual. So about 20 mins has passed and this motherfucker has been lookin at a damn PORNO MAGAZINE THE WHOLE TIME!!!! lmao

Ive been bamboozled lol...he has been over there moaning and shit as if he is getting heavy epiphanies from what he is reading. Not the case at all lol...his ass is having heavy orgasmic scenes from his perverse phantasms lol.....GET A LIFE PRICK!!

"Controversial Topic"

**Controversial Topic**

Vick has won the Ed Block Courage Award. This award is given to one player from every NFL team that has show amazing courage such as coming back from an injury and playing well or doing outstanding community service. Vick received the award because him teammates felt that it was courageous of him to attempt to redeem his hero status in the face of such adversity from the paparazzi , select fans, and even past teammates. It seemed as if the ridicule towards Vick was endless. Now he is with a new team and having success as well as the support. Now people are saying that maybe is teammates are either silly or sarcastic; that Micheal Vick doesnt deserve it.

I dont see the problem. These critics are focusing on Vick's past and not his progress. Vick is a hard worker and I personally think the case was blown out of hand. He's a good guy and was one of the few players inside my football locker. Its not cool how they are trying to keep Vick down. Progress starts slow and once a year or two pasts and Vick reproves himself worthy of respect, those same people will bite their tongues. Leave Vick alone and let him continue to make his mark in history.

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This Christmas. . .

Christmas Time!! Ring a ling! [NOT] I am so not in the Christmas spirit...we don't even have a fuckin tree up in my house. No lights in the whole neighborhood and we have not been to one Christmas event...Santa can come have a threesome with me and my pillow because this Christmas is gonna be shitty. I think in an attempt to run away from this bullshit on tomorrow morning as well as calibrate my disposition with some happiness, I'm gonna do some community service. I love doing community service, esp. when I'm feeding the homeless. They smile so hard and show the sincerest, most genuine appreciation. Seeing their pearly whites will illuminate my holiday season and make me feel like my Christmas has been worth it. It will radiate my presences and boost my pride for for my deed so much that I will feel like I am surfing the rays of the sun while I hang 10 on my nimbus....yeah....Christmas will be great. =)

Letter to My Hero

Dear Booker,

It perturbs me to understand why you chose Washington. I understand it was one of the spur of the moment, give me artificial importance type of thing. Before that moment however you sought to define your importance by tracing your ancestry. With that, it’s hard for me to understand why Washington, a name that has no significance to you, was chosen as your last name. You lived a life in opposition to complacency and ignorance. You withstood the most daring obstacles in route to your preponderance. It’s no wonder that you believe success is not measured so much by the position that one has reached in life but rather the obstacles in which one has overcame to get there.

Booker you’re such an inspiration. I honor everything you’ve accomplished. You have exemplified my ideal future. You stood intransigent on opposition to complacency and embracing upward mobility. What perplexes me is why you grew complacent with such a fictitious name. Malcom X, a Black equality martyr to come after your passing, changed his name because the premise of it because the meaning of it didn’t align with who he was (or trying to be for that matter). His discontent charged him to change his last name to “X”. Booker why didn’t you ever change your name to; I’ give you the name of Booker P; for P could stand for a plethora of words that fit you perfectly. How does Booker Pretentious, Perfect, Persevering, Powerful, Possible, Prideful, Prepared, Prospered, Preponderant, and Prudent sound to you?

Up from Slavery

While I usually like to give summaries of books or more so reflections of book I think are noteworthy, but to refer to Up from Slavery as such is degrading. From Booker T. Washington’ s upbringing as a slave, to his self imposed erudition, to the journey to Hampton, to his journey of distinction—Booker T. Washington composed a book that was far more than a much needed read. It’s a book that I finished in two days because it’s impossible to put down. It’s almost blasphemous for one to perjure that their attention won’t become entangled in Booker T. Washington’s inextricable lines of wisdom, motivation and anecdotes. It influenced the work of many great intellectuals to come after him by challenging many to reconsider the optical dichotomy people viewed race through.

Stephen Covey's 7 Habits of highly effective people

I wrapped this book up in about a week. It offers such valuable insight and fundamental skill to attaining success. It teaches fundamental skills from thinking proactively, to becoming value centered, to enhancing your organizational skills and even touching a bit on your interpersonal skills. I have adopted some of his suggestions in my life I must say that It was already made a dramatic difference in my intrapersonal and interpersonal skills.

Once Upon a Time. . .

Once upon a time their laid a boy. Insecure of his intelligence he kept a secret journal. This journal embodied the dissecting of many speeches, the expression of many theses and the preparation for many arguments. Though there wasn’t anything that needed to be confidential about that journal, this boy protected it with his all. He kept it in a fire-safe, black safe and hid the key in the cassette compartment of his father’s black vintage radio. Before he had cut enough grasses to work up forty dollars to buy this safe, he kept it in the storage bin with all his mother’s shoes she had planned to give away for an ongoing 7 years. This journal was this boy’s heart and his mind, If anyone was granted accessibility to this journal, they contained the key to his heart and the code to the chambers of his mind. However, the boy took a chance to promulgate this journal. He decided that all his future journal entries should be transmitted into posts on a blog. He hoped that no one would find his works but he had an innate desire to share them; he’d just never acknowledge it. As time passed the boy gained enough courage to release the sentiment of the security of his posts and decided to share but only with strangers. The feedback he was gaining from the strangers was very supportive. It built his pride and courage enough to serve as an encouragement to invite people he knew to enjoy it. And so he did….

That boy was me. I find that I have influenced many other people close to me to create blogs. That’s fine and I’m overly supportive, but I don’t think they take blogging to be as sacremental as it is to me. They commit to conversing on cyberspace creatively for a range of three to seven posts and quit. The problem with that is the type of quitting. Strategic quitting is permissible but reactive quitting is disdained. Reasons for quitting varies but most times it is in response to a stimulus that blogging has created. I don’t think that how lightly blogging is taken with people who rape the system is fair to people who actually have a passion for it. So please, If you don’t plan to commit to it, just leave it be.

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Pretty Girls...

Look at me ....nervous and pathetic.

Earlier today I publicized a deep confession via facebook. I came out that pretty girls intimidate me. There has not been a time when I’ve encountered a pretty girl that I struggle to comfortable look her in her face. I always feel like I don’t meet her standards and I notice the smallest shortcomings about myself. My nails have dead cuticle skin surrounding them. The angle of the left side of my hairline is too high. The hue of my shirt is a little deeper than my shoes. Any- and everything becomes a concern. I know I am first judged by my outer appearance before I can regain some confidence with my inner appearance. I attempt to make my outer match my inner but that never works. In fact, I don’t even have enough clothes to dress how I would like to. So I constantly critique myself without consideration for what I do have. This only brings my esteem down more and results in me still not being able to get over it. I need some help with this….do you guys have any methods you use to get over this?

I'm on An Island...and I'm Removing Your Anchor

I just want to fall off the face of the earth right now. I envision me alone on a hypothetical island surrounded by my brainy phantasms. I have my trusty rod, string and gum to selectively reel in those thoughts to harvest for myself. I have no wish to be rescued from this place, for it keeps me distant from the immediate world. I used to love being the guy that everybody hated but now I hate being the guy that everybody loves. I’m on Christmas break and I must say I am enjoying it so far because it’s going exactly how I wanted it to. I have planned to use this time wisely since September of this year. My goal is to enlighten myself on the subjects I have sought to understand for some time. However every time I begin exegesis, I am unpleasantly interrupted. Everyone texts me requesting to spend some time with me, but they haven’t considered the time I’d like to spend with myself?

I love having a social life, but I don’t have an intellectual life. The only chance I get to sharpen my intellect is through schooling and blogging. Schooling limits my knowledge to my intended profession and core curriculum; it doesn’t talk about the intricacies of my cultural historical progression, understanding others or other weird topics that capture my interest. Blogging only serves as an instrument for me to express myself. With that, reading, surveying and excogitation are things that I contemporarily prize. Of course this is nothing but a mere zeitgeist, but while it is in duration I ask that everyone please respect my time to myself until further notice.

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Never Force Belief on Others

Well. . .all my life I have been in church. I can honestly say that out of 18 years of my life, I may have only misses 6 Sundays of service. I never had a choice of whether or not I would like to attend church. I would be told “BOY! You goin’ to church and you gone worship him while you there”. Growing up I’d abide by that, but now it has dramatically tarnished my faith. I feel like I need a break from church. Church seems so cliché to me. In fact every time I share this with someone, their response goes in one ear and out the other because I’ve heard it all before. They usually quote scriptures to support their argument when most times that isn’t even what it originally meant. I’ve gotten to the point that if I see religious text I something I’m reading, I’ll just skim or skip it. The more I am forced to go to church the more I notice what I don’t like about it. I just need to escape religion for a while to regain my passion for acknowledging the higher being.

Thanks Nandi

So last night I was on the phone with a good friend of mine: Nandi Spencer. Homie is a creative conversationalist and BANGING BLOGGER. We talked about my problem then we talked a little about her cultural capital. I was intrigued by how she was raised to be family centered and how her family centered their being on their ancestral family …cool right? I asked how her family planned to spend Christmas together and she said “we don’t celebrate Christmas. We Celebrate Kwanza”. Got damn that’s cool!!!

I asked her to excuse my ignorance and to enlighten me about it. It sounded very good and I wanted to try it …bad! So I asked if it was wrong if I could..she said yes. So this year I will be celebrating Christmas and Kwanzaa. Wish me luck!

Dear Santa, . . .

Dear Santa,

I don’t want much for Christmas this year. Matter fact I don’t want anything palpable. All I want is wisdom and her. My intention was to use my money I was going to get to buy a few books: Stolen Legacy (Khalfani put me on), Up from Slavery, Souls of Black Folks, and Open Mike. However if I could find wisdom in her Id have everything I need. See Santa this girl is vocalist; for her voice gives me inverted acupunctured. It seems as if my Goosebumps are attempting to grasp her to bring her closer to me. This girl is a poet; for her wordplay is ridiculous. Never have I met a girl who could convey her creativity inside the linguistic penitentiary. The English language has so many rules that it’s hard to abide by them and still say what your hearts is screaming to the world. This girl is a model; for her beauty is unmatched. Her dark complexion radiates like the sun and my eyes are constantly orbiting around her presence; Santa this girl is the center of my universe. Her smile brings light to my day. Her hair blows me away; for my love is natural!! She no longer compares herself to the imagery that the American standards has proposed but she is confirmed. She shows confirmation that she is consistent and intransigent with who she is and who ought to be. Did I mention her body Santa? . . . She doesn’t have a bangin butt or brobdingnagian boobs but she has form. Form enough for me to me match. Just enough for me to hold but more than enough for me to appreciate.

Santa. . . All I want for Christmas is to cuddle with Lauryn Hill.

A+

Just got my grades...and I must say, I'm ecstatic!! The week before I moved into Sameul T. Graves Hall (Morehouse College), I wrote out my goals. The most significant one was to maintain a GPA of 3.7 or higher. I took the standpoint of the classroom being a war zone. Me vs. the teachers. I was definitely outnumbered. The first couple of weeks I was losing the war. Frequent failure is all I encountered. There was many times I went back to my room crying, boo hoo crying. There was too much pressure on me to fail. I grinded harder and harder. I pulled my grades up significantly, but I needed As; it all came down to finals. I felt like I did okay on my finals: High Bs if not Low As, but I know I wasnt gonna get the GPA I was shootin for. No too long ago I took a peak at my grades and I hit 4.0 shawty!! I can honestly say I feel like somebody right about now!! =)

Dont call me...text me.

Sooooooooooooooo Im on facebook expressing my aversion towards Twitter and I get a legit comment on my status by Shapel Laborde. Dont know her too well yet but she seems pretty damn cool (Check her blog out). She agreed that twitter is too much but addded that all the social networks kinda need to slow down. That they take away our human conversational skills.

I agree.The other night my buddy of the year and I came to the conclusion that we would much rather text than talk on the phone. Reason being that texting leaves you room for mistakes, time to compensate for messups and grants you the ability to politely ignore/discontinue conversations with some people. Although it is a big plus now...how will affect us in the future. We're neglecting our chance to cultivate our interpersonal skills through frequent communication. If given chance to converse with some one of higher status, we would need to be quick witted and quick to respond...no time to think right. Why shouldnt we add the same concept to our personal lives of communication?

. . .I got to do better---> eventually! lol

Bullshit.

Dear Twitter,



I hate your freakin guts. You are the scum between my toes. You make me vomit.



~Love Alfalfa



. . . maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan twitter is nothing. All this hype about it on 106 and park and amongst my social group for what???? Its the most pointless, confusing, and frustrating thing ever. The way you guys talked about it I thought it was gonna put an end to facebook.....not! Whats the point in reading a bunch of statuses all day?? I might as well pick up a book or something. If all you guys were complaining about all this massive reading we had to do during the semester, why the hell would you sit in front of ur cpu doing the same thing--> only pointless this time. I guess I just may not be like everyone else cause this is a trend I dont plan to follow right now. Ill just keep my account active in case they add better features or something.





I'll tell you what is cool though...Google Wave...when it actually comes out yall will find it very useful =)

Rest in Peace Chris

**Guaranteed Touchdown**: In Madden if you've ever played with the bengals you know the one play the guarantees a touchdown no matter what is when you put Chris Henry at Wide out and Chad Ocho Cinco in slot to the wide side of the feild, send Chad on a deep post, send Chris on a fade and throw it to whoever the safety doesn't bite on. NOW I CANT DO THAT!!! Sorry Madden Lovers but Chris Henry has died.

He was on the back on a yellow Ford F-150 pick up truck when he and his fiance were arguing. Sources say that he told his wife that if she didn't stop, he was going to jump off and kill himself. and so he did...its a sad thing what love can do huh. Chris has 3 kids with this woman and was only 26 years old. he had much more life to live and he was just getting the respect he deserved in the NFL. He had been clean and out of trouble for 2 yrs. According to his teamates, his turn around showed that he was really trying to make something out of himself. He was really trying to better himself, but i guess the pressures of doing well caved in when the only thing he really cared for threatened to leave him.

Chris, you my dog bruh. I idolized you as a high school athlete. Continue to make the crowd roar in heaven...stay up homie!

Could Tupac be the Black Jesus?

Now before you go all ballistic and label this post as blasphemous, note I wasn't the first to inquire such parallelism. I am in my fav store , Barnes and Noble, (Shout out to Brooke!) and picked up a book of essays by one of my favorite authors: Micheal Eric Dyson. In Open Mike he has a chapter called "Searching for Black Jesus". It starts with a letter from a zealous reader asking him his position of Tupac being dead and alive at the same time. I stopped there. I want to hypotheticaly rant for a bit to see if my thougths aligns with my idol's.

Jesus died as an advocate. He taught what he believed was the best way to live life. Others opposed, and killed him. Three days later he rose and continued to make an impact on his followers millenia later. In the paintings they depict Jesus as this long haired, humble possession-ed, zealous white male. Many blacks in the Christian audience refute this imagery. They say the painters have no proof of Jesus's race and often color their own Jesus as black. They call him "Black Jesus". But take a minute to consider other advocates. Could Tupac or MLK be the black Jesus?

Tupac said take me how I am, Im gonna say what I feel my people need and if you dont like it-fuck you and the police. He continued to do such until (POP) he was shot to death. Long after his death he still is "alive" to some people and ironically continues to make influential and impacting works. It seems as if Hip Hop acknowledges him (or Biggie) as the higher being. Its like if they weren't alive and did what they did, Hip Hop would not be where it is now. As if Tupac was sent from a higher being to bring such an impact on the Hip Hop community.



Martin Luther King was, as everybody knows, a very important proprietor in the African American Community. He died fighting for a cause and after his death his impact reigned long after. The African American community also pays tributes to him acknowledging his greatness for if he hadn't done what he had done- African Americans would not be where they are. Its as if he is also seen as God sent.


Seeing that Tupac and MLK both have profound impacts on their audience long after their death, that they both died fighting and serving as advocates for what they believed -- just as Jesus did on the Christian community--can we make the assumption that these two serve as Jesuses to their audiences?




. . P.S. --> MLK went to Morehouse =)

Female Please. . .Your Ridicule Awaits You

I feel like I have been picking on my fellas for the past two months or so. . .but now I need to express my aversion towards these females.

First off, "all niggas are the same" is a myth that your mother has instilled into your beliefs. I think that what she was trying to say was "All niggas that she attracts are the same". Seeing that you and your mother probably have alot of things in common, you probably get a rush off no-good niggas as well. So. . .what does that result in?...you repetitively getting hurt by the dudes you attract and are attracted to.

Believe it or not, there are a butt load of good dudes out there, you just cant see them because they arent what you depict as cool. But lets take a second to properly assess what is cool. Cool is what the dominant culture has agreed upon to be the social norms. So my assumption is that dude who is really good for you is a tad bit different from what your used to. Your dominant culture is popularity centered while his subculture is value centered (this book is really gettin to me).

So before you go off and generalize all males as no good, remember that all males in your culture are no good. bell hooks once asserted that the problem with most cultures is they refuse to "replace the notion of community with communion" meaning that if your culture embraced diversity and being interdependent rather than accepting idea of monotonous independence, that maybe you'll find what you cant see.

[deep breath]--->I'm not done.

[something like this, but not precisely]

What the hell is the pose when yall pucker your lips, toot ya butt, imitate a bowlegged girl, and throw a peace sign supposed to mean? It looks fuckin ridiculous.Taking pictures of yourself in the mirror translates to boredom and loneliness, not to mention you want to fake bowlegs to convey the implication that you have a fat pussy.Shameful. . . .I don't feel the need to elaborate any more, just examine yourself. You look that bad.

Why the hell do yall keep wearing leggings like they jeans!!! That's disgusting and even worse for the outta shape, jiggly butt, enormous ass females!!! STOP THAT SHIT!! You look like a thirsty seal just waitin for the right dude to throw you fish. The only thing that swims that will be thrown at your mouth is sperm. Catch that slut. Have some fuckin class next time you walk out the house. I dont give a fuck if it is for a party...most of yall jump in the middle of the dance floor, dance by yourself and when a dude tries to dance with you- you become suddenly tired. STFU!! And for the ones that do dance: that nice soft ass feels good in a dude's lap. Why the hell do you have the nerve to get mad at oh boy becuase he got hard???. . .Just remember this "You dress how you would like to be addressed". . .SLUT!!!

. . Barnes and Nobles closes in a few and im on their WIFI so I have to wrap this up...but im not done...expect part two very soon.

Family Bonding . . .where's its importance?

Christmas is nine days away and I haven't even brainstormed a list. I find that the significance of Christmas and New Years has slowly diluted. I used to be the kid to prep for Xmas two months before it came...even when I found out Santa was a myth. Now it seems that Xmas is just another way to help families bond. Question: Hasn't the significance of family bonding lost its high value as well.

Due to technology, demanding jobs, and numerous other factors, very few people still really get important family bonding. When I was growing up, My mother ad my father spent important quality time with me. As a latent function, I gained values, inspiration, and encouragement. I was one tough cookie on the block.

It seems as if now my little brother and cousins don't really get that important family bonding. My mom works tirelessly to just provide for them. My grandfather comes and goes. My grandmother is superwoman in church and tends to everyone else's needs and it falls in my lap to produce a tightly knit bond between all of us. Only one hinderance though...COLLEGE!! Through that family bonding I experienced when I was younger, I gained a lot of values. I value academic excellence almost,if not more than anything. This is a problem but its a problem I am willing to deal with.

This missing ingredient to unified families is lost due to one thing: our centers. Right now I am reading 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey, and in the second habits he explains the importance of being centered around the right things. He gives examples of how people are centered around money, careers, schools, pleasure, popularity and etc.. He proves that all people are centered around something and it affects their daily decisions and living heavily. The problem is that very few people are value centered. Being centered around values allows one to shape all the other areas of their life accordingly to their values. This way a persons integrity will be heightened because they are living based on values they have set and not what they want.

I feel this same value centered lifestyle needs to be placed amongst the families in America. If the values are established, bonding will arrive. The need for bonding is dire but its centered around the awareness of ones values. If family is in their values and the values of the family are established, bonding will regain its importance.

[. . .maybe if everyone knew the values of a family bonding will even come unnecessary. After all isn't that what bonding does?]

Bitter Twitter

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Buddy Awards!!

So I want to do this series of awards. I don't think I let my friends know how much I appreciate them. So this is the start of the Buddy Awards!!

This months award was difficult but . . . .The winner for the First Duodenary-Annual Buddy Award goes to. . . . . . . . . . . .

Brooke Bowman

Brooke is the fuckin best. If its anyone that I can have a conversation for 24 hours with, its Brooke. If your looking for a girl that is smart, funny and just good company--its my homie! Its kinda creepy how much we have in common but whats even more creepy is how much we think alike. I swear we were separated at birth. Love ya Brooke!!

Get off my ass!!

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan--What the fuck is wrong with sagging? Although I don’t do it often, I don’t see why chronic saggers should be frowned upon by people as well as the legislative system. People are focusing on the origin of the trend rather than its primitive meaning now. Although it came from homosexual males in jail as an indication to other dudes know he was available, now it means nothing of the sort. It’s just a hip thing to do now.

My assumption is it exuded into the media through Hip Hop rappers that were previously incarcerated. Once that image hit the consumers, young pupils who knew no better emulated these images to be cool. The purpose of sagging is not to exploit homosexuality (And what if it was??? So fuckin what) in this case, yet it is a medium used to enhance the look of a wardrobe. It makes one get a false sense of conformity to the Hip Hop imagery…making them a little more like the artist.

This is not the first time that the meaning of something negative has been turned into good. Think about the term nigger. First it was used to belittle blacks; now it is used as a term of endearment. Think about the term bitch. First used to label a female dog, then used to degrade a female, and now it’s used as a term of endearment amongst some females. Think about littering. First it was perceived to trash up the streets but now it is used to heat up the winter months (asshole move lol). I’m just saying…shit happens and shit changes….that don’t mean you have the right to say shit.

On a another note...some girls find it attractive. I asked a couple of my female friends what they thought about it. They said its okay if dudes just don't over do it. In fact, they prefer a dude that slightly sags......So blogspot. . .talk to me??

Strangers, you make me comfortable

I have always noticed that I’m more comfortable in environments with people do not know me versus an environment with people who are aware of who I am and where I derive. Those environments where the people know me often form expectations based on my past instead of focusing on what I can do. If I am in an environment with people who are unfamiliar with who I am (and my past), often expectations aren’t formed; they just wait to see what I can do. I have always wondered why but recent brainstorming has brought me to the recognizance that I am most comfortable in environments with people don’t focus on my progress but primarily my potential.

Just Quit It!!

Cultural Capital has always taught me that quitting is a punk’s way out. Recently I’ve found a book that discredits this notion. It’s called The Dip by Seth Codin (Great Author).

The Dip is the long slog between igniting a craft and mastering a craft. Often times we find ourselves starting something and it’s exiting and beneficial, but after some time it gets banal and desiccated. This is the dip, when you find yourself having a slower production rate than when you first start off.. However, the Dip is not to be avoided because it produces value by engendering scarcity. Very few people make it out the dip because many lack the heart to persevere….most will quit in the dip.

Seth Codin says one shouldn’t quit in the dip…but rather quit before starting the task that has the dip, jumping into a “Cliff”, or cruising a “Cul-de-sac”. (those are hard to explain). He says there is a difference between strategic quitting and reactive quitting. Strategic is permissible. Strategic quitting is being able foresee the opportunity cost of a venture and deciding that it’s not worth the time and effort before getting too deep into the venture. Reactive Quitting is deciding that you don’t want to indulge yourself in the venture anymore because its beginning to take its toll on you. Reactive quitting is the one that will never be respected or accepted.

I think If I would have caught on to this bit of advice sooner, I would be a much happier person today. I was always told “Never Quit”…but if I were told “Never quit something with great long-term potential just because you cant deal with the stress of the moment” maybe I would be a much better decision maker. I hope I helped you guys out with a summary of the book…If not GO GET IT!! (It’s only 80 pages)

Dangerous Negro. . .My type of ish

Many times I have sat in the barbershop and old folks are arguing about how the youth right now are useless. How we are ruining everything they have worked hard to accomplish and to an extent, I agree. However I must always play the devil's advocate and ask whos fault is it that we are this way. I bring up so many points that its impossible for them to refute...but I do blame hip hop and the missuse of its power for the way Black Youth is. The Black Youth looks towards the media ,specifically HIp Hop,for direction and to see what cool is. Since they value social aceptance so much, they emulate these fictional lifestyles. I often times argue that if Hip Hop made positivity cool, the black youth would be where it is.

I recently found an amazing clothing line that supports my thesis; Its called Dangerous Negro. =)

Thanks to Ms. Dimples (Dope Blogger). . .I have a new fashion trend =)

The WORST day of my life

SO yesterday was by far the worsxt fucking day of my life. It started off at the party. I have never been to a party and gotten rejected so many times (lol). It was horrible!! My dances to rejection ratio had to have been 1:3. So I got bored after a while and decided to try something new: drinking. The cops came to the party and told the party throwers they had 30 minutes to wrap up the party. With that, the bar was free until they ran out. I grabbed a drink of green Hawaiian punch and some other shit and started sipping. NOTE: I DONT FUCKING DRINK!! As soon as I got about 20% into the cup the cops shut it down.

So everybody was discussing where the after party was going to be; once it was established, I decided I was going to go and promulgated my mission for the night. Everybody was trying to ride with me at this point. I counted 17 people at my car attempting to get in...my car is a 4 seater. So i began to delegate who was going to ride with me with the drink in my hand still. As soon as I finalized who was riding and who wsnt the cops approached me and said "sir you need to get these people out of here." I replied "yes sir. Im getting in my car now." It was then that this mother fucker took my cup, smelled it, threw the drink on the ground and put cuffs on me.

It was at this point everyone went crazy. Two of my brothers were yelling and about to fight the cop. It was like 30 against that 3...we could have could have pulled that shit off (lol). The cops were getting mad as shit and began to rough me up. So I was screaming and telling everybody to just go! Just leave, I could handle it myself. . . .and thats what I did. I talked the cop down and told him it wasnt normal for me to drink and that I knew better. He said "yea you look like a good guy...you don't look to dangerous" (I started to say FUCK YOU!!) and then he let me go.

It was then point I left and met up with my friends...come to find out our stroll coaches wanted us to meet up at our location. I rushed over there and experienced dumb ass painful ass waste of time to make us bond more...bullshit. Once we wrapped that up a couple of us bullshitted around and finally decided to go waffle house. We piled in my car. It was 8 of us.

We were flying down the highway...Im talking 81 listening to Gucci Mane. They were cracking jokes on my selection of music so I decided be an asshole and blast it (lol). AS continued to blast my music and the speed of my car . . .I pass blue sirens,....that were chasing me. He pulled me over and gave me hell for a while but at the end of the incident he just gave me a ticket for speeding.

Now that im feeling like a dick, I proceed to waffle house to ool off. Once we arrive...we all crowd around one booth and this asshole ass waitress is talking shit to ME!! WTF DID I DO TO YOU!! "Why ya'll have to sit at this table", "Ya'll need to move to that one", "I'm not serving them...Trusee you come serve em".. . .CHICK SHUT THE FUCK UP!! . . .I finally got my meal and decided to share it with the girls that were with us. These chicks wanna be ungrateful and shit. So . . .I was selfish over my waffle (lol).

As we continued to eat, we watched this lady get harased by the cops (lol). She was drunk as fuck!! She passed the line walking test...but then the cops started making her do dance moves . LMAO!! She was spinning, moonwalking and I think someone said she did a kartwheel (lol). It got out of hand. The cops stayed for a while so it lengthened our stay cause my car was overpopulated.

We finally left there and got back to the school. Me and my girlfriend were going through some turmoil at the time so I decided to talk to her and relish in her presence to make my day end right at least. Not th case, although me and her were good after talking. We tried sex. . .and I nutted so fucking fast. This is not the case for me at all!! This never happens!! It was an unintended quickie...and probably left her feeling used. [Epic Fail] We decided to cuddle to calibrate our emotions from that useless ass attempt with our emotions we usually gain from cuddling. The only thing is...it was sooooo fucking cold!! So I wasn't thinking bout her ass (lol); I was trying to get comfortable and warm. We ended up falling asleep where we were for 2 ours because I had something to do....when I woke up...I declared Thursday, December 11, 2009 as the wort day of my life.