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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.