Daaamnn O.J.!
O.J., what are we going to do with you? They've been trying to put you in jail for 13 years and you go and do
this? Perhaps all the years ducking and dodging the accusations has addled your brain a bit? That is the only legitimate reason I can come up with to explain your recent behavior. You were actually going to publish a book called
"If I did It". Are you
insane? Are you that hard up for cash? Well, best of luck, my friend. Just remember Johnny can't bail you out this time.
You like how Simpsonized O.J. winks at you, don't you?
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"These young honey buns running around in nothing but press on nails."
Youngblood, an older on air personality said that about going to the "young folks" club on his show Saturday morning. Cracked me up for a good hour. Forgot to share that earlier.
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Conversation of the week
I don't know if I shared this yet, but I work in a little area called Little 5 Points in Atlanta. It's the bohemian/eclectic/hippie/preppy/hip/everything else you ever thought of area. Well, I see and hear a little bit of everything at my job. It being a head shop is probably why and this is the latest disturbing conversation I had.
Him: So, my girl is pregnant. That's cool I guess, but I don't want no white baby.
(This guy is a light skin black man. He is so pale I thought he was white with a weird tan when he came in)
Me: You don't want a white baby?"
Him: Well, she's white. How would I look bringing a white baby to the mosque? They'll
throw me out. So, I'm trying to convince her to...you know.
Me thinking to myself:
You have got to be kidding me.Him: I mean, she's a muslim too, but they never really accept white people there, you know? What they don't know is most of the world's population of Muslims is Asian.
Me: Thats interesting. But I have a question. Why are you with this girl in the first place if you don't want a white baby?
Him: Well, if it was up to me, I'd have a black girl, but black girls don't want me. I have to get what I can.
Me thinking to myself:
And impregnate them then try to convince them to abort the baby because of their skin color.Me: Right...
Him: Black girls just don't go for light skin brothers anymore, you know?
Me: No, I didn't know.
Him: I just get what I can and work with that...
Me: Well, you have fun with that...
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This optimism thing just might work out.
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I jut got my laptop back today. I sent it to the shop in April and I just recently worked up the money to get it out. Oh, how I missed it and already it is interfering with my school work. Not that I was really focused on my school work in the first place. Here I am in my last year of higher education and my drive is damn near empty. What the hell? I should be excited. I'm in the last stretch. I can see the finish line, yet all I can do is drag my way towards it.
I would be depressed about it but I've been feeling depressed for over a month now. Fuck depression. Time to wallow in a different emotion. How about optimism. I haven't been optimistic in a while...
Well, we'll see how that goes. In the meantime, since we are on the subject of feelings, a friend of mine showed me this interesting website.
We Feel Fine. Hours of exploring other peoples emotions ahead of you if you feel like dipping into other people's private thoughts...although it isn't all that private since they published it online in the first place...
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The pursuit of happiness...
Have you ever taken the time to wonder what happiness is? What is true happines? It varies from person to person, of course, and I wondered today, while walking to school how many people out there are really happy and does those who are not know it. I know I'm not happy. I haven't really been happy for a while. I'm not trying to be depressing, that is just reality. I know one day I will find my niche, which is what is keeping me from being happy these days. Not knowing where I belong or where I am going. One day it'll come to me, so I'm not sweating it. I'm more worried about the people who dosen't know they aren't happy. Those who do their day to day activities completely miserable and not having a clue because they are stuck in that monotony that most of us falls in.
Do you know what makes you happy? A really simple question but you'd be surprised how many people have to sit and think about it when that question is posed to them.
Just something I''ve been thinking about. It wouldn't hurt for you to think about it too.
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The Wireless Age
Ah, the age of instant stars. Isn't it amazing how a particularly entertaining video can propel you into stardom? The
Chocolate Rain guy was on Conan...or some late night talk show. Chris Crocker's
tearful outburst on the injustices Britney is facing has been on the radio, numerous web articles and Jimmy Kimmel's show...actually it's not that hard to get on Kimmel's show. Soulja Boy loaded up his
dance and set off a sensation across the country. I can't
believe he has an instuctional DVD by the way. Speaking of Soulja Boy, I can't hate on his success anymore. It was somewhat genius how he did it...I can still hate on his being number 1. How is UGK's Players Anthem not number 1 right now?
We are not in the first stages of this new age, kiddies. It's been in the works for years. We are, however, seeing it begin it's flight into astronomical proportions. Television and radio is being replaced by the internet. It happens every fifty or so years. Radio was replaced by movies which was replaced by television which is being replaced by the internet. I learned that in my film class last semester. See, I
am learning. I know what you're thinking. Everyone doesn't have a computer in their household. Oh, they will. Not everyone had a television set the first decade they were put on the market. Now, there is 2.1 sets per household in America. It is only a matter of time.
What does that mean, America? It means the internet will be the new tool for massive mind control...well, it already is but soon, YouTube will be flooded with advertisments, consumerism will creep into every online community once they figure out that is where most people spend their time. It has already started. MySpace and Buzznet are flooded with ads and giveaways. Marketing agencies are coming up with new ways to sell products to you without you even noticing.
It's a scary thing when you think about it. Oh yeah, and isn't a bit disturbing that they had a journal called
The Wireless Age in 1919? That is a picture of one of the covers up top.
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Just let it go...
Letting go is one of the hardest things I ever have to do. I say it in the present tense because I am doing it now and I know I will have to do it again. I cling on to that which is comfortable not wanting to let go in fear of the unknown. Most times the unknown rips you away from everything you know and tosses you in a pit of darkness leaving you to grope around not knowing what to do or where to go. That was where I was for a month or so. I'm still kind of floating around, not really touching anything or anyone. Nothing seemed real to me, but of course, that feeling couldn't last forever. I'm slowly making my way back to reality and it's about time. Time waits for no one and I fell way behind on nearly everything.
However, there is still the matter of letting go of the past. When you say goodbye to a loved one, I find it helps to remember all the good times you shared with them and hold those memories close to your heart so that when you remember you will never be able to have those good times with them again you just conjure up those good memories to kind of dull the pain. Well, I didn't lose anyone to Death but I suffered quite a few losses just the same this past month. So here is my goodbye to them.
This is what I did in the house on Hillcrest.
Poker, Gears of War, Beat Battles, Random Shuffles, ESPN, Best Damn Sports Show Period, World Series of Poker, Ganja Smoking, Record Playing, Bug Killings, Tekken Tournaments, Chicken Rice and Broccoli, Dutch Masters Vaniila Cigarillos, Music Making, West Forrest Hustling, Arizona Teas, Oz Pizza, Slice Pizza, Madden '06 and '07, Final Fantasy, Dog Barking, Random Singing, Flav's Roast, Chevron Trips, East Point's Top Model, Man vs. Wild, Adult Swim, Futurama, Family Guy, Scrubs, Samurai Champloo, Gorillaz on repeat, "Was he really bumping Gwen Stefani?", Trump, Hot ass Summers, Cold ass Winters, The Studio, "Dipsy Doodle on that Ass!", Creeping Mold, Random Dry Erase Board Messages, "Welcome to our Humble Abode, bitches", bail bondings, break ins, The Perfect Girl Chip Shuffle Analogy, Chip Tricks, Cape Cod Potato Chips, Chair Stealing, Nike Collections, Records in 7 out of 9 Rooms, Constant Visitors, VJC visit, Short Lived T-Shirt Printing, Wireless Internet, Two House Parties, Negro Modello, DeeLow's Patron, JaFar's gallon of Vodka, Sun Drop, Cheerwine, We Played Spades Once, "Deauces!", Bottles of Aspirin, MySpace, The Futon Everyone's Slept on, "They only took the rent money?!", MPC's, XBox 360, PlayStation, Hair Twisting, Cranberry Juice, Peach Plum Pear Juice, "Did you eat your dinner?", 10 7 off suit, J 5 Suited, Push ups, The Beat Up Poker Table, DT's Beats, Mitchell's Comments, DeeLow's Presence, Will's Outbursts, Shawtie's Barking...wow, thats just skimming the surface...2 years of memories. And I cherish every one of them.
I miss you guys so much.
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Are You Serious?
Soulja Boy is
Number 1 on the billboard charts, huh? How the hell did that happen. It's Number 1 in the
country?! Ok, now, I am not trying to hate...well, I guess this is hating, but my goodness, the song SUCKS. How can Soulja Boy be on top when there is so many better songs, better artists, better everything out there? As much as I would love local Atlanta rappers take over the music scene in the country, I would much rather it be Atlanta rappers with talent.
Let me provide you with the lyrics
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Soulja Boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy
Then super man dat hoe
Now watch me yuuuah
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuah
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuah
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
Now watch me yuuuah
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy off in this hoe
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man dat hoe
Then watch me crank dat robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
jocking on them haterz mayn
When I do dat Soulja Boy
I lean to the left and crank dat thang
(now yuuuah)
I'm jocking on yo bitch ass
and if we get the fightin
Then I'm cocking on your bitch ass
you catch me at yo local party
yes I crank it everyday
haterz get mad cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Ape"
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
I'm bouncin on my toe
Watch me super soak dat hoe
I'ma pass it to arab
Then he gon pass it to the low (low)
haterz wanna be me
Soulja Boy, I'm the man
They be lookin at my neck
Sayin its the rubberband man (man)
Watch me do it (watch me do it)
dance (dance)
lets get to it (lets get to it)
Nope, you can't do it like me
hoe, so don't do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that shit was ugly
[Chorus 4X]
Yes, thats number 1 material right there.
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Make it stop already
Will someone stop this man? He has gained too much momentum as it is.
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