You, Plies, Are The Motivation For My Education.

While getting my daily dose of irrelevant celeb info on Crunk & Disorderly, I stumbled across THIS.

** WARNING: Explicit Content **



Y'all when I saw this I almost CRIED. Even with the unthinkable being aired on television nowadays, I still can't comprehend the possibility of a show like this being produced. What kind of world are we living in when women are beckoned to show their thongs and give explicit oral sex techniques for the opportunity to be crowned a "Bust It Baby?" What got me the most was that there were BLACK WOMEN on a panel telling other black women to pull down their trousers and reveal their undergarments. Damn, I don't mean to sound cliche but whatever happened to uplifting one another and reiterating the fact that ALL women are queens? Images such as these are becoming too commonplace and it is for this reason that I am going to finish school just so I can be a presence that counteracts what is unfortunately becoming the status quo... is this what they are expecting of us? Is this all that we are... butt-shakin' cocksuckers?! I THINK NOT. It is my prayer that I can help at least one woman realize the value that she has. Women (especially Black women) are historically strong beings... we've been graced to overcome the seemingly impossible! So WHY are we acting like THIS. Man, I swear I'm so heated right now that I can't even compose my thoughts... instead of judgment, they need prayer. Lord, Have Mercy On Us All.

PEACE.

And Again... E-Thuggin'

Another waste of time. If you can't say something nice over the internet, conceal your e-gangsta for a more appropriate time... like when you have the opportunity to discuss your issues in person. Will Hatcher makes some funny videos... like this one where he portrays the classic Internet Thug (you know the type: loud as a motorbike, but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight). Funny ish mayne!



"Don't make me send you a virus, punk!" PEACE

The 'No Homo' Phenomenon...

...is stupid. If you wanna compliment somebody of the same sex, just do it; nobody's gonna question your sexuality. Unless you're like the dude in this video...




No what's "homo" is sayin' "no homo" all the dang time... oh and Gangstalicious...



Let it marinate. PEACE

On That Independent Ish... Trade It All For A Husband And Some Kids...

The other day I was listening to Kanye's "I Wonder" and that song struck me in more ways than one. I SO hope that 'Ye performs this on his tour. This track is quite possibly one of my fave tracks ever just because of this one line:




"On that independent [ish]... trade it all for a husband and some kids/ you ever wonder what it all really mean/ you wonder if you'll ever find your dreams..."

And that's just how I've been feeling as of lately. I've been wondering if I'll ever find my dreams. My worst fear is that I'll never actualize them because I devoted all of my time and energy to what other people feel is the certified path to success: years and years of school. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to graduate school, but I would hate to think that's the only way to make money in something that I actually ENJOY doing. I plan on attending school for social work, but my passion lies in journalism and graphic design and I would love to capitalize on that. So yeah. I'll just keep praying that it's in God's Will for me to do what I love and that whatever "that" is pleases Him. I am also finding that my views on marriage and motherhood are shifting... I can remember when I was so preoccupied with being a wife and mother that I felt that if those things didn't happen for me, I was a failure. Now I'm trying to avoid those things like the plague. I now realize that once I acquire "dependents", it stops being about me and what I wanna do and all about them and what they need me to be. WOW that sounds selfish. But hey, that's just how I'm feeling. I think that when love is near, God will allow my heart to be receptive to it, ya dig? But until then, steady on the griiind...

And another thing...

1) Shame on you, Hillary... how fair is it that you attack Barack on every little thing, in addition to making the serious allegation that the brotha plagiarizes ("It's not change you can believe in, it's change you can Xerox"? C'mon now), and then have the nerve to get an attitude when he returns the favor?



You could've earned back some of the 153 cool points you lost by doing the Yung Joc and rapping, "Meet me in Ohio... It's going down."

2) Bruce Lee... take that HAHA!



3) Another case of lyrical tomfoolery.



4) I love her voice.



5) I'm out... PEACE

Et Tu, Chipotle?

So after a weekend of vomiting, I'm feeling much better. I spent a little extra time at the J.O. yesterday so I decided to grab a bite to eat from what was once my favorite restaurant on the face of the planet: Chipotle.



Now, you would think that since Chipotle had a reputation for food poisoning I would steer clear of it, but no. They must lace those things with crack because I faithfully pay my $6.06 for a chicken fajita burrito regularly. WELL. It was all good until later that night when my stomach staged a revolt and everything that went down came right back up. I had to call in sick to work because I had a stomach virus! I'm just thankful that I decided against staying the night at my friend's house because I would've acted out all night trying not to make a scene in her bathroom. TMI? Well, you read it... I still love you though...

I also took it upon myself to check out the nutritional information for a regular Chipotle burrito and THIS is what I found...




Dag! How Chipotle gon' make me sick, broke AND fat? Aww HECK naw... I can't fool with that n'mo.

More later...for real this time. PEACE

I Like SO Want Janelle Monae To Be My New Best Friend.

I love diversified eclectic music and this is exactly what she is... SO dope. When I heard about her song "Violet Stars, Happy Hunting" I was kinda like,

"Cyborgs and Outer Space? Uh..."

But it's actually live, it's creative and I can always appreciate originality. Her songs "Sincerely, Jane" and "You" are the business. Word on the curb is that she just signed to Bad Boy...yeah... I still don't know how I feel about that but she's got star quality! And plus she has natural hair so she automatically earns 10 cool points.

More later... PEACE

No, I Don't Know What I'll Be Doing After Graduation. Please Stop Asking.

I can understand that everyone is excited about my graduation in May. But, for the sake of my mental health, PLEASE STOP ASKING WHAT I'LL BE DOING AFTER I GRADUATE. With college degrees counting for nothing more than a high school diploma these days, your guess as to where I'll be is as good as mine. So... as I prepare myself for what awaits me after I cross the stage, just be thankful that I didn't drop out a long time ago and move into the basement of my momma house.




"I'm 52!" yep... that's just how I'm feeling. In other news...


The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak!

Today I was receiving my usual Sunday afternoon dose of America's Next Top Model on MTV. Little did I know that I was about to be TEMPTED. During one of the breaks aired a commercial that featured a man and woman flirting in some sort of Casablanca type bar. I was oblivious to what was happening until I noticed that the guy looked kinda familiar. I actually didn't put 2 & 2 together until I saw that the woman had tattoos on her chest and glowing green eyes...

"Oh no! It's Lupe! Change it change it change it!" pleaded my mind.

As you probably already know, I'm fasting sweets and all things Lupe Fiasco for Lent this year. So when I stayed and watched how the commercial played out, I was reminded how weak the flesh is. It extends beyond watching a Lupe Fiasco commercial when I shouldn't have, but it is more or less a reminder that we are weak mortals dependent upon the grace of God to save us. Fasting is an appeal to God for intervention and revelation as opposed to a bet that we can abstain from our favorite things for 40 days and nights. Hmm... cool for thought (dag!).

And this past week surely was one of those weeks where I needed to blast "The Coolest" while eating a slice of warm homemade apple pie with a scoop of buttered pecan ice cream on the top. But nevertheless, God brought me through it and now it's time for round 36 of the incessant school and work grind. But just remember...

April 30...




It's goin' DAHN... PEACE

Round 2... Happy Singles Awareness Day!

Yes ladies and gents, Valentine's Day is among us... please enjoy my favorite ode to this day of love and loneliness. If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with :-]



Oh and check out Janelle Monae -- She's dope.



Besos... PEACE

What The Hell Is A Dougie

So while listening to the radio yesterday I stumbled upon another instance of musical tomfoolery: "My Dougie." Being from Texas, you're liable to hear just about anything that may be remotely catchy with a matching dance. Usually I'm supportive of a little 2step, but I had to draw the line at this one right here. This reminds me of the dance that the BORED girls do at the club when they're song comes on.




Man... the ish that comes out of Dallas... I apologize to the guys in this video. I don't mean to blast y'all, but you did put it on the internet...

Remember when you needed STAMINA to dance?




*sigh*... Is a Change Evah Go' Come?

By now you've probably figured out that I'm a YouTube junkie. Stop judging me and enjoy this hilarious commentary on the ills of society... oh I was DYING when I heard this one. Until next time...

Dread That Nappy Ish Up, Throw A Shell In It...

So... I have this Natural hair... and it's really thick right... so last night I took some locking gel, my fingers, and about 3.5 hours of my precious time and installed a head full of starter dreads. DOOD when I looked in the mirror I was thoroughly impressed, they are so friggin' cute. BUT there is a potential dealbreaker: I miss my 'fro. It's not only taken a while for it to get to its present length but also for me to accept it. Granted, there are still people who assume that I'm militant or making some sort of political statement by wearing my hair in its natural state, but in all honesty I stopped perming my hair because after 20 years of chemicals, hair dye, pressing irons and constant combing it just couldn't take it anymore. I also felt that I was trying to hide something (namely my roots) everytime I rushed to the beauty supply to purchase a relaxer. I do have that appreciation for what God gave me, though, and I truly feel that this is how I am supposed to rock my hair... it's pretty dope. But back to the dreads. So far they're being held in positive regard by people I come in contact with. But ultimately...it's my head...and my image... so I just might listen to the still, small voice which screams, "Locs?! RIIIIIGHT..."

In other news, I'M GOING TO GRADUATE. I'm not saying this out of arrogance, but determination. This semester's particularly tough and I don't think it's a coincidence that it just so happens to be my last semester in college. So yeah... despite what financial aid and all these professors who insist on administering lethal amounts of homework, projects and exams say...I'm gon' get my degree! HAHA! And out of respect for those who had to fight for African Americans to have an equal opportunity at a decent and fair education, back to studying I go boi...

And, oh, one more thing. Nikki Jean has some really dope music. Kinda makes me wanna go bike riding on a warm sunny day. Check it out... PEACE

What A World For The Lonely Girl.

Man I wanna go on a date. It's been A MINUTE since my last boyfriend. I miss the whole "love" feeling... y'know the long talks on the phone, having someone call you "baby" or "sweetie", having that same person look at you and smile in that special flirtacious way. I think it all has something to do with the fact that I'm really not interested in being a wife and mother anytime soon, or maybe it's because I'm something of a commitment phobe (not out of infidelity but independence). I just want a boyfriend at this point in life. D'oh well, I've waited 22 years for Mr. Right to come along, I suppose I can wait longer if that's in God's Will, ya dig. And oh yeah, love doesn't really suck... it's actually kinda wonderful; it only sucks when there's nobody to be in love with. Lily Allen knows how it is.

But yeah, just a late night rant. I'll holla... PEACE

Riding the Wave of Change, Mayne...

So this morning I woke up, all bright eyed and bushy tailed and whatnot, and discovered that despite my efforts to break the stereotype that Black kids don't go to class, I slept through my first class of the morning. DANG. BUT do you think that got me down? Of course not... after the expletives quieted in my mind I hopped out of bed EAGER to cast my ballot for the one and only Barack Hussein Obama as the 44th president of the grand(iose) United States of America...

[insert cheers and wild applause here.]

IMAGINE MY DISAPPOINTMENT as I approached the would-be voting facilities with my registration card in hand and learned that Texas wasn't included in Super Tuesday... we have to wait a whole month until March 4th. WHAT. Dag, and I was amped to ride the wave of change, dood... but still sí se puede ya dig? I can only pray that Bushie Baby doesn't decide to push the button in his attempts to "go out with a bang"...

And another thing.



I kinda miss my childhood. You know, before the days of debt, obscene amounts of homework and studying, and reality TV. In May I'm scheduled to receive this splenderifous degree from a fairly reputable university, but I have no clue what I'ma do with it... when I think about being in the workforce next year, I get depressed! Man, I pray everynight that I won't be led into a job that I only do for a paycheck; I wanna enjoy my life! There are days that I just wanna be lazy y'know... just go fly a kite or somethin' w/ pedal-pushers on ya dig. Now if I could get paid for just doin' me, that would be some of the most ballinest ish to ever happen on the face of tha planet, mang...

Until next time... PEACE

Cool For Thought: Lent Starts Wednesday

Now ain't Lent for them Catholics? Well, I'm not Catholic anymore but in Christianity fasting is fasting so I'm participating. I figure if Jesus could sacrifice his comfort on a cross I can sacrifice sweets and Lupe Fiasco, ya dig? This year I might fast during Ramadan... complete with the five daily prayers and all. Why? 'Cos I think that a lot of people who claim to practice one of the three larger monotheistic faiths have a tendency to judge one another without learning about what makes us so "different." Of course I'll be praying to Jesus but hey... how are you gonna understand a culture without immersing yourself in it (even if it's just a wee bit). But we'll see how that goes. On a lighter note...

...I'm really feelin' this song.

Man, She Sick Wit It... Literally.

I have a head cold and I'm kinda miserable. Nonetheless, this is the inaugural post of this fantabulously unnecessary impetus of my boredom! Will it be visited by the masses? Will it help change the world? DO YOU EVEN CARE? All this and more revealed on the next episode of 'Uhm, Yeah Whateva' !!!