Black Thought II
The trials and tribulations of a 23-year-old college student who in his head thinks he's already a star in the journalism world. Ok, ok, maybe not a star...
Five classes in one day actually wasn't that bad...
I had two breaks of over 90 minutes which helped but I think I can manage this for the rest of the semester.
After class I went to a spoken word event on campus. I initally ended up going first to support Desiree who is one of the sickest poets I have ever heard.
But as I was sitting there listening to Desiree massage my brain with her words, I was suddenly filled with the urge to start writing poetry myself.
Don't ask where it came from. Maybe Desiree was that good that she somehow convinced me to start writing myself.
But all I know is this weekend I am going to buy a journal, a pen, and get to working on my inner thoughts.
Poetry is one of those things that I always thought was difficult but never really put any effort in it.
But writing is in my soul, it's who I am and I'm excited to see what I come up with on my first go around.
And I already have a nickname...
Nice Flow.
I had two breaks of over 90 minutes which helped but I think I can manage this for the rest of the semester.
After class I went to a spoken word event on campus. I initally ended up going first to support Desiree who is one of the sickest poets I have ever heard.
But as I was sitting there listening to Desiree massage my brain with her words, I was suddenly filled with the urge to start writing poetry myself.
Don't ask where it came from. Maybe Desiree was that good that she somehow convinced me to start writing myself.
But all I know is this weekend I am going to buy a journal, a pen, and get to working on my inner thoughts.
Poetry is one of those things that I always thought was difficult but never really put any effort in it.
But writing is in my soul, it's who I am and I'm excited to see what I come up with on my first go around.
And I already have a nickname...
Nice Flow.
The first day of the new semester is always kind of exciting. But more importantly, I am always curious as to who's in my classes.
So I'm sitting in Envrionmental Science this morning and I play the game that's sweeping the nation called "Count the Black folks"
And to my shock, there are more than I thought. Almost enough to count on two hands. But I was the only black male ... or so I thought.
I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I feel like in my classes I am sometimes carrying the weight of all black males at Hofstra because usually there is only one per class.
So needless to say I hung my head in shame when 45 minutes after class, another black male came in the class, cell phone ringing, and sat in the back of the room.
And to the jackass who kept asking questions the first day ... the class hates you already.
4 classes to go today...
So I'm sitting in Envrionmental Science this morning and I play the game that's sweeping the nation called "Count the Black folks"
And to my shock, there are more than I thought. Almost enough to count on two hands. But I was the only black male ... or so I thought.
I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I feel like in my classes I am sometimes carrying the weight of all black males at Hofstra because usually there is only one per class.
So needless to say I hung my head in shame when 45 minutes after class, another black male came in the class, cell phone ringing, and sat in the back of the room.
And to the jackass who kept asking questions the first day ... the class hates you already.
4 classes to go today...
I can't get this Jew out of my head...Listen to Matisyahu.
Saul Williams does.
So should you.
You know the start of the school semester is right around the corner when you find yourself cursing at Hofstra.
I went to the little on campus store this afternoon and I as go to check out, the woman informs me that I have no meal points on my card.
I told her to swipe again because I had $100 bucks left over from the previous semester.
She swiped again, nothing.
"Damnit!" as I start to put my items back on the shelves.
Of course I storm over to card services and I'm told because I haven't paid for the semester that my card was cut off.
I can't remember exactly how I got my card turned on the first two times because my money has never been on time but I guess I should try to remember considering I have no meal plan for the time being.
Today was the first day of check in for housing and no new roomates so far. I just have to get through tomorrow and I can move into the empty room and have a single.
There are only 5 people scheduled to move in between the two buildings so I like my odds...of the 5 people, I am assuming all 5 aren't guys.
The other room is a bit of a...umm...mess. But I held off on cleaning it until I made sure I was moving. No sense in cleaning up a room for a person who I don't even want in the apartment.
I am keeping my fingers crossed...
I went to the little on campus store this afternoon and I as go to check out, the woman informs me that I have no meal points on my card.
I told her to swipe again because I had $100 bucks left over from the previous semester.
She swiped again, nothing.
"Damnit!" as I start to put my items back on the shelves.
Of course I storm over to card services and I'm told because I haven't paid for the semester that my card was cut off.
I can't remember exactly how I got my card turned on the first two times because my money has never been on time but I guess I should try to remember considering I have no meal plan for the time being.
Today was the first day of check in for housing and no new roomates so far. I just have to get through tomorrow and I can move into the empty room and have a single.
There are only 5 people scheduled to move in between the two buildings so I like my odds...of the 5 people, I am assuming all 5 aren't guys.
The other room is a bit of a...umm...mess. But I held off on cleaning it until I made sure I was moving. No sense in cleaning up a room for a person who I don't even want in the apartment.
I am keeping my fingers crossed...
And now, the starting 11 for your Houston ... 1836?
Major League Soccer's newest franchise, Houston, announced their team nam and colors today.
That's not a typo.
They are called Houston 1836.
What is their mascot going to be, a calendar?
The name is in honor of the year Houston became a city. Nice honor and all but really, Houston 1836?
H-Town, you just lost some cool points for that one.
Major League Soccer's newest franchise, Houston, announced their team nam and colors today.
That's not a typo.
They are called Houston 1836.
What is their mascot going to be, a calendar?
The name is in honor of the year Houston became a city. Nice honor and all but really, Houston 1836?
H-Town, you just lost some cool points for that one.
An update on the I hate Negros scandal from yesterday.
Still no word from Scoop but I thought it was funny that two of the other interns IM'ed me today out of the blue. This was after I removed myself from their listserv this morning. Too little, too late...
My interview with Saul Williams was today and went well. He's a guy that I could probably sit and talk to
for hours just about random topics because he's that intersting of a person.
We have something in common, we both agree on who our favorite girlfriend is from the show "Girlfriends"
All about Joan Carroll Clayton, aka Tracee Ellis Ross. I jumped on the Bubble Butt bandwagon late because I was stuck on Persia White for a while but one glance of the junk in her trunk and I was a believer.
Let's hope she finds a new home on the new WB/UPN station.
I got a brand new bitch, corporate America
She showing me a lot of action right now
And I know you put me on my feet and all, but
I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go
I was listening to "Dear Summer" on the train this morning and this line made some sense to me. Corporate America is showing me a lot of action right now with this internship and all and at this rate, it's the only bitch (for lack of a better word) in my life right now.
With that said, it's time to let The Belizean go, for good this time. I gotta let myself grow and spending my time chasing her around won't allow room for growth. I'm starting fresh...starting new...with no time to really look to see what's out there between work and school. Until then, corporate america is the only woman I'm dating.
5 Questions For Nancy Wilson
Yes, Nancy Wilson. Had to change it up a bit...can't be Ludacris and Common every week. Next week in honor of the Super Bowl being in Detroit is Slum Village...
Why am I this excited about school starting on Monday?
I then realized I haven't had been enrolled as a full time student in Spring semester since my original freshman year fours ago at CSUN. This might be one of the reasons why I'm still a junior and still in college.
Spring 2002 - @ CSUN
Spring 2003 @ Sports Illustrated interning
Spring 2004 @ SMC but was feeling the effects of Crohn's so ended up dropping
Spring 2005 @ Semester off from Hofstra due to Crohn's
Spring 2006 @ Enrolled!
And this is how you graduate college in six years boys and girls.
Still no word from Scoop but I thought it was funny that two of the other interns IM'ed me today out of the blue. This was after I removed myself from their listserv this morning. Too little, too late...
My interview with Saul Williams was today and went well. He's a guy that I could probably sit and talk to
for hours just about random topics because he's that intersting of a person.We have something in common, we both agree on who our favorite girlfriend is from the show "Girlfriends"
All about Joan Carroll Clayton, aka Tracee Ellis Ross. I jumped on the Bubble Butt bandwagon late because I was stuck on Persia White for a while but one glance of the junk in her trunk and I was a believer.
Let's hope she finds a new home on the new WB/UPN station.
I got a brand new bitch, corporate America
She showing me a lot of action right now
And I know you put me on my feet and all, but
I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go
I was listening to "Dear Summer" on the train this morning and this line made some sense to me. Corporate America is showing me a lot of action right now with this internship and all and at this rate, it's the only bitch (for lack of a better word) in my life right now.
With that said, it's time to let The Belizean go, for good this time. I gotta let myself grow and spending my time chasing her around won't allow room for growth. I'm starting fresh...starting new...with no time to really look to see what's out there between work and school. Until then, corporate america is the only woman I'm dating.
5 Questions For Nancy Wilson
Yes, Nancy Wilson. Had to change it up a bit...can't be Ludacris and Common every week. Next week in honor of the Super Bowl being in Detroit is Slum Village...
Why am I this excited about school starting on Monday?
I then realized I haven't had been enrolled as a full time student in Spring semester since my original freshman year fours ago at CSUN. This might be one of the reasons why I'm still a junior and still in college.
Spring 2002 - @ CSUN
Spring 2003 @ Sports Illustrated interning
Spring 2004 @ SMC but was feeling the effects of Crohn's so ended up dropping
Spring 2005 @ Semester off from Hofstra due to Crohn's
Spring 2006 @ Enrolled!
And this is how you graduate college in six years boys and girls.
It takes a lot for stuff to get to me. I'm a pretty laid back, easy going person. So needless to say I was shocked this morning to see a discussion on a listserve that involved my name and some pretty bold statements.
But before I get to that, let me fill you in on the background so know what's going on.
Probably touched on this on a blog post from last year but in 2004 I interned at ESPN in Bristol, CT. The apartment building housed roughly 20 interns including seven black interns including myself. Naturally, we all hung out after work since a majority of us lived on the same floor.
Of the seven black interns, I was the only one who didn't attend a HBCU. You had Morehouse, FAMU, Hampton, Spelman, Xavier ... and then good ol Hofstra University, the "others" school in New York.
During our 10 weeks, the topic of HBCUs came up more than often and naturally I had different views than the other six students. Part of my reasoning I explained to them was being from Los Angeles compared to the other six who all grew up in the South where a vast majority of HBCUs are located.
While in Bristol, I felt like the odd man out at times. The other interns probably thought I was cooning because this was my 3rd internship with ESPN, I knew a majority of the people that we came across at the campus from working there before and just knew the ins and outs about the internship program.
After the summer, we created a listserve where the seven of us have kept in touch over the past18 months. Since I felt so different than the rest, I hardly responded to the messages on the listserve and would drop the monthly "Hey, how are you, I'm still alive" note and keep it moving.
That was until today.
I get an e-mail and it goes like this:
I miss my roomies...we had the livest room! Me, my two Hispanic homies and my mixed-up Black friend Marcus.
I ignore the mixed up black friend comment because I was too busy laughing at the fact that he points out he knows four people from the AUC from my high school alone. That, and along with the fact that Nia Long and Cuba Gooding Jr. went to an HBCU at the end of a "west coast" movie, I was suppose to be well informed about HBCUs.
I said fine, not going to respond because I'm not trying to get in a pissing match which I know I'll lose. To my shock, one of the other HBCU students even came to my defense and said you really don't know unless you grew up in the West Coast.
And then I get this beauty this morning.
Really?
I didn't consider going to a HBCU not because I don't like black people. The West Coast is the West Coast and the South is the South. My exposure to college life in high school was spending time at USC, going to football games, hanging out on campus, etc...
Naturally, where did I want to go to college. USC.
If I grew up going to Grambling vs. Southern every November or spent time in the AUC, then I would have probably applied to a Morehouse or Southern University.
We all know I didn't end up at USC for my own reasons (grades) but instead ended up at Hofstra because it was in New York.
I didn't know that I didn't like my own race though. Pretty bold statement to make to a group of people. If the e-mail was directed personally to me, that's one thing. But to accuse me of not like my own race to a group of folks is another.
Which goes back to I think how people define blackness.
What is blackness?
For some, blackness is the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you walk.
For others, there is no defintion of blackness.
If you are black, you are black, end of story.
But for some, blackness or defining one's blackness is an issue.
Is Kyle "Scoop" Yeldell blacker than me?
Is it because he refers and calls himself "Scoop" instead of his real name?
Is it because he went to Morehouse College while I attend my "others" university?
Is it beacuse Omega Psi Phi while I'm not active in Black greek life?
I often wonder why we as a race aren't doing more in this country. And I think the problem starts with our own race.
There's too much looking down upon by our own people, let alone other races.
And every black person who has heard the Oreo jokes or the comments about "You're not black enough" will agree with me.
I don't hear my white friends saying "Billy is not white enough, I'm whiter than Billy." So why are black people?
Why do we feel the need to express how much blacker than your fellow brother or sister?
But before I get to that, let me fill you in on the background so know what's going on.
Probably touched on this on a blog post from last year but in 2004 I interned at ESPN in Bristol, CT. The apartment building housed roughly 20 interns including seven black interns including myself. Naturally, we all hung out after work since a majority of us lived on the same floor.
Of the seven black interns, I was the only one who didn't attend a HBCU. You had Morehouse, FAMU, Hampton, Spelman, Xavier ... and then good ol Hofstra University, the "others" school in New York.
During our 10 weeks, the topic of HBCUs came up more than often and naturally I had different views than the other six students. Part of my reasoning I explained to them was being from Los Angeles compared to the other six who all grew up in the South where a vast majority of HBCUs are located.
While in Bristol, I felt like the odd man out at times. The other interns probably thought I was cooning because this was my 3rd internship with ESPN, I knew a majority of the people that we came across at the campus from working there before and just knew the ins and outs about the internship program.
After the summer, we created a listserve where the seven of us have kept in touch over the past18 months. Since I felt so different than the rest, I hardly responded to the messages on the listserve and would drop the monthly "Hey, how are you, I'm still alive" note and keep it moving.
That was until today.
I get an e-mail and it goes like this:
I miss my roomies...we had the livest room! Me, my two Hispanic homies and my mixed-up Black friend Marcus.
Although I dont want to spark a true discussion, my roommate is from LA and being around him I've learned a lot about LA. I'm still wondering how "LA people don't know about HBCUs", b/c I know A LOT of LA people in the AUC. Cuba Gooding, Jr. and Nia Long went to Morehouse and Spelman at the end of Boyz 'N The Hood. There was an HBCU Fair over Christmas break in LA and an HBCU basketball tournament that was BIG! I know at least 4 people from your HS in the AUC alone...Lenecia Dorsey, Ronda Daniels, Thomas Horne and Michael Moss. Maybe you just didn't grow up around it, but it is there, especially with LA, having the only HBCU on the West Coast (King-Drew Medical School).
I ignore the mixed up black friend comment because I was too busy laughing at the fact that he points out he knows four people from the AUC from my high school alone. That, and along with the fact that Nia Long and Cuba Gooding Jr. went to an HBCU at the end of a "west coast" movie, I was suppose to be well informed about HBCUs.
I said fine, not going to respond because I'm not trying to get in a pissing match which I know I'll lose. To my shock, one of the other HBCU students even came to my defense and said you really don't know unless you grew up in the West Coast.
And then I get this beauty this morning.
King Drew is an HBCU...it is a medical school...it wouldn't be on the list, because it is a graduate school. The other three medical schools are Howard, Morehouse School of Medicine and Meharry.
LA specifically is very interesting in its makeup. The "black elite" is very small and go to a handful of private high schools, or L.A.C.E.S. or King-Drew HS (the "prep" for King-Drew Medical School). My roommate grew up on Arlington and Exposition, in South Central LA, right by USC. He went to Brentwood School most of his life, where he went to school with the kids of Oliver Stone, Arnold Schwarzenegger and a bunch of "celebrities". His parents couldn't afford private school if it wasn't for his scholarship, which was offered to his two younger brothers, one who is at Stanford and the other in 9th grade at Brentwood. His mom is from DC and his dad is from Oklahoma, neither of which went to an HBCU. He applied to various schools, but he decided on Morehouse, which was the only HBCU on his list. He knew about Morehouse growing up, but he looked at college as a business opportunity and he got a full-ride, so he attended.
My argument was that LA kids know about HBCUs...not that they are enthralled in that state of mind. I'm from DC, where everyone goes to an HBCU pretty much, or Temple or Maryland. My mindset isn't skewed due to my upbringing; I see how a person may not know. However, people from LA know...the culture is just different. People in LA aspire to live lavish, to be extrinsically successful. Most times it doesn't matter where they go, as long as they become successful. You are what you drive in LA. All I'm saying is that there are opportunities readily accessible, especially for Marcus at his HS, that allowed for African-Americans to be aware of HBCUs. For his outlook to be so negative is self-fulfilling, not based solely on his background. He doesn't like Black people...so a school of all Black people was blocked out of his head.
He doesn't like black people?Really?
I didn't consider going to a HBCU not because I don't like black people. The West Coast is the West Coast and the South is the South. My exposure to college life in high school was spending time at USC, going to football games, hanging out on campus, etc...
Naturally, where did I want to go to college. USC.
If I grew up going to Grambling vs. Southern every November or spent time in the AUC, then I would have probably applied to a Morehouse or Southern University.
We all know I didn't end up at USC for my own reasons (grades) but instead ended up at Hofstra because it was in New York.
I didn't know that I didn't like my own race though. Pretty bold statement to make to a group of people. If the e-mail was directed personally to me, that's one thing. But to accuse me of not like my own race to a group of folks is another.
Which goes back to I think how people define blackness.
What is blackness?
For some, blackness is the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you walk.
For others, there is no defintion of blackness.
If you are black, you are black, end of story.
But for some, blackness or defining one's blackness is an issue.
Is Kyle "Scoop" Yeldell blacker than me?
Is it because he refers and calls himself "Scoop" instead of his real name?
Is it because he went to Morehouse College while I attend my "others" university?
Is it beacuse Omega Psi Phi while I'm not active in Black greek life?
I often wonder why we as a race aren't doing more in this country. And I think the problem starts with our own race.
There's too much looking down upon by our own people, let alone other races.
And every black person who has heard the Oreo jokes or the comments about "You're not black enough" will agree with me.
I don't hear my white friends saying "Billy is not white enough, I'm whiter than Billy." So why are black people?
Why do we feel the need to express how much blacker than your fellow brother or sister?
81. 81. 81 damn points!
*shakes head*
Love him, hate him, 81 points is still 81 points.
I had a long list of things to blog about this evening but now I can't focus after this performance. I will have to try to fill in the blanks tomorrow.
81...
Reading is Fundamental.
So I have done the Entertainment thing for a minute now with Black Voices and I'm ready to take my writing over to our new Books section.
I needed a good excuse to start reading again and this is the perfect one. I have three books in my bag that I am in the process of reading and that I suggest to folks.
This book, "Out of Bounds" caught my attention after reading something in the New York Times. Roy Simmons is a former NFL player who came out of the closet after he retired from the New York Giants. Now, he also has HIV and his life has fallen way downhill from his football days.
I just started reading it yesterday because I wanted to write something on it. A warning ... it's a little graphic. A little too graphic for my straight heterosexual ears at times but it's real talk. Dude had a messed up childhood and just a messed up life in general.
The Dead Emcee Scrolls I am reading this weekend as well to prepare for my Saul Williams interview on Tuesday. If you don't know who Saul Williams is, then you can kindly exit my blog. Thanks.
It's a book of his unrelesed rhymes and poems over the year and included a short story which explains how he became and discovered poetry.
Uncle Tom or New Negro is a book that I wanted to read just to get a better understanding about Booker T. Washington. Of the three books, this is the one that will take me the longest by far and make me think.
The second half of the book is Washington's Up From Slavery so its basically two books in one. Kicking off Black History Month a little early this year...
I finally enrolled for school for the Spring. And somehow, I got five classes that I actually need to get the hell up on out of here. As follows:
Spanish 2
Computer Science
Caribbean Lit
Envrionmental Science
Philosophy
Boooooring to say the least but it is what it is. The only class that really scares me is Spanish because of the layoff since I took Spanish 1. It's been a full year since I took that class.
I got stuck on a Monday-Wed-Fri schedule somehow which cuts down on my planned 4 day getaways to LA and other locations across the US. My last class on Friday ends at 3PM and my first class on Monday is at 9AM. Really kills that idea and I can't afford to miss Monday where I have all 5 classes in one day.
Basically, don't expect to hear from me on Monday's...
So I have done the Entertainment thing for a minute now with Black Voices and I'm ready to take my writing over to our new Books section.
I needed a good excuse to start reading again and this is the perfect one. I have three books in my bag that I am in the process of reading and that I suggest to folks.
This book, "Out of Bounds" caught my attention after reading something in the New York Times. Roy Simmons is a former NFL player who came out of the closet after he retired from the New York Giants. Now, he also has HIV and his life has fallen way downhill from his football days.I just started reading it yesterday because I wanted to write something on it. A warning ... it's a little graphic. A little too graphic for my straight heterosexual ears at times but it's real talk. Dude had a messed up childhood and just a messed up life in general.
The Dead Emcee Scrolls I am reading this weekend as well to prepare for my Saul Williams interview on Tuesday. If you don't know who Saul Williams is, then you can kindly exit my blog. Thanks.
It's a book of his unrelesed rhymes and poems over the year and included a short story which explains how he became and discovered poetry.
Uncle Tom or New Negro is a book that I wanted to read just to get a better understanding about Booker T. Washington. Of the three books, this is the one that will take me the longest by far and make me think.The second half of the book is Washington's Up From Slavery so its basically two books in one. Kicking off Black History Month a little early this year...
I finally enrolled for school for the Spring. And somehow, I got five classes that I actually need to get the hell up on out of here. As follows:
Spanish 2
Computer Science
Caribbean Lit
Envrionmental Science
Philosophy
Boooooring to say the least but it is what it is. The only class that really scares me is Spanish because of the layoff since I took Spanish 1. It's been a full year since I took that class.
I got stuck on a Monday-Wed-Fri schedule somehow which cuts down on my planned 4 day getaways to LA and other locations across the US. My last class on Friday ends at 3PM and my first class on Monday is at 9AM. Really kills that idea and I can't afford to miss Monday where I have all 5 classes in one day.
Basically, don't expect to hear from me on Monday's...
This working full time stuff is for the birds. When does school start again?
The extra cash is nice and all but man. And it's not even like I'm not used to working 40 hours a week - I have worked full time every summer since I graduated high school. Just knowing that I leave the house at 8AM and don't get home until 8PM is down right depressing.
Speaking of school, this time tomorrow, I should have classes. Let me rephrase that. I should be able to register, whether or not there are classes left is a different story.
I had the urge for a good burrito this evening. You ever get that urge where you can just taste it in your mouth yet you realize you live in Long Freakin Island and their version of Mexican Food is Taco Bell.
But daydreaming about my burrito made me remember what I have refered to as the Burrito Race. In my younger, athletic and healthier days, I was in a program called Students Run Los Angeles. The concept was simple: Train for the LA Marathon.
But leading up to the Marathon, you would have a series of races on the weekends which was part of the training process.
I took SRLA pretty seriously - I was good about trying to follow the same eating routine before each race. But one morning before a half marathon in Irvine, I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast.
I'm at LACES waiting for the bus when I slip and mention to my mom that I didn't eat breakfast. Being the good mother she is, she decided to leave me in front of school and she would search for something to eat for me.
Mind you, it was 5:30AM on a Sunday so my eating options were slim to none. My mom comes back and she had brought me a burrito from Campos Tacos which was 24 hours.
I know she really meant well, trust me, I do, but I made mistake #2 and said something on the fact why she was bringing me a burrito before a race. Big mistake on my part. Now I felt bad after getting chewed out, so I take the burrito, hop on my bus and head to my race.
A piece of advice to anyone who ever plans on running in a race. Eating a burrito at 6AM before you have to run 13 miles ... not a good idea.
Around mile 5 or 6, my stomach started bubbling. I knew it was the burrito talking to me and it wanted to be set free, now.
I don't think I have ever run so fast in my laugh as I darted to a porta potty. I remember making good time the rest of the race.
After the race, I told my coach what happened and she just shook her head.
Hey, at least I finsihed, right?
The extra cash is nice and all but man. And it's not even like I'm not used to working 40 hours a week - I have worked full time every summer since I graduated high school. Just knowing that I leave the house at 8AM and don't get home until 8PM is down right depressing.
Speaking of school, this time tomorrow, I should have classes. Let me rephrase that. I should be able to register, whether or not there are classes left is a different story.
I had the urge for a good burrito this evening. You ever get that urge where you can just taste it in your mouth yet you realize you live in Long Freakin Island and their version of Mexican Food is Taco Bell.
But daydreaming about my burrito made me remember what I have refered to as the Burrito Race. In my younger, athletic and healthier days, I was in a program called Students Run Los Angeles. The concept was simple: Train for the LA Marathon.
But leading up to the Marathon, you would have a series of races on the weekends which was part of the training process.
I took SRLA pretty seriously - I was good about trying to follow the same eating routine before each race. But one morning before a half marathon in Irvine, I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast.
I'm at LACES waiting for the bus when I slip and mention to my mom that I didn't eat breakfast. Being the good mother she is, she decided to leave me in front of school and she would search for something to eat for me.
Mind you, it was 5:30AM on a Sunday so my eating options were slim to none. My mom comes back and she had brought me a burrito from Campos Tacos which was 24 hours.
I know she really meant well, trust me, I do, but I made mistake #2 and said something on the fact why she was bringing me a burrito before a race. Big mistake on my part. Now I felt bad after getting chewed out, so I take the burrito, hop on my bus and head to my race.
A piece of advice to anyone who ever plans on running in a race. Eating a burrito at 6AM before you have to run 13 miles ... not a good idea.
Around mile 5 or 6, my stomach started bubbling. I knew it was the burrito talking to me and it wanted to be set free, now.
I don't think I have ever run so fast in my laugh as I darted to a porta potty. I remember making good time the rest of the race.
After the race, I told my coach what happened and she just shook her head.
Hey, at least I finsihed, right?
My plan to sleep the weekend away has been a bust.
Saturday morning, it was the sound of Thunderstroms that woke me up at 7:30AM. While I managed to fall back asleep, it wasn't for long as the rain started to pour.
I'm thinking "Fine, I always have Sunday."
This morning rolls around and you would think we were in the middle of a tropical storm. Those days of 50+ degree weather are gone as a snow storm blew through here last night. But it wasn't the wind that woke me up.
No, no, it was the lack of heat. I can't control the heat in my dorm and my thinking is beacuse the weather had been so warm for so long that Hofstra had turned back on the heat.
But at around 6AM, I woke up and couldn't stop shaking. I had a serious case of the chills as I threw on some pants and a hoodie which finally got me back to sleep.
But alas, I finally became too hot and that's when I just gave up and started watching Ocean's 12, again.
I would say that I have tomorrow to sleep in but nooooooo, I have to work on MLK day. The black man working for the black company working on the birthday of the ultimate black man.
After watching Hustle and Flow last night, I am glad I didn't pay to see it in the movies. Terrence Howard was cool as DJay but the plot of the movie was just dumb.
You know it's hard out here for a pimp...that song was almost retarded enough to get actual radio playtime.
I'm off to plot a way to get back to sleep...
Saturday morning, it was the sound of Thunderstroms that woke me up at 7:30AM. While I managed to fall back asleep, it wasn't for long as the rain started to pour.
I'm thinking "Fine, I always have Sunday."
This morning rolls around and you would think we were in the middle of a tropical storm. Those days of 50+ degree weather are gone as a snow storm blew through here last night. But it wasn't the wind that woke me up.
No, no, it was the lack of heat. I can't control the heat in my dorm and my thinking is beacuse the weather had been so warm for so long that Hofstra had turned back on the heat.
But at around 6AM, I woke up and couldn't stop shaking. I had a serious case of the chills as I threw on some pants and a hoodie which finally got me back to sleep.
But alas, I finally became too hot and that's when I just gave up and started watching Ocean's 12, again.
I would say that I have tomorrow to sleep in but nooooooo, I have to work on MLK day. The black man working for the black company working on the birthday of the ultimate black man.
After watching Hustle and Flow last night, I am glad I didn't pay to see it in the movies. Terrence Howard was cool as DJay but the plot of the movie was just dumb.
You know it's hard out here for a pimp...that song was almost retarded enough to get actual radio playtime.
I'm off to plot a way to get back to sleep...
Praise the lord, this week is over.
This has easily been the longest week in quite some time as I was working 10-7 everyday while still trying to get adjusted to east coast time.
This weekend, you can catch me at club B.E.D where it's happy hour all weekend because my ass will be sleep. If I'm not sleep, I will be watching DVDs. I signed up for Blockbuster Online becuase I am determined to watch more movies this year. The other night I watched Wedding Crashers (eh) and yet to watch I have Hustle and Flow, Four Brothers and Star Wars Episode III.
Today I had two more interviews. But one of them was special, even for this young hip-hop head. I had a chance to meet and speak to jazz great Nancy Wilson. I knew a little bit about her growing up in an elecetic music household but tried to read up on my jazz just in case Ms. Wilson threw me a curveball during the interview.
She had a video interview prior to me so I sat in the back room of the President Suite at the Hilton as I went over my notes. At the same time I was trying to ease drop on the interview - not to see what questions were being asked but just to hear her speak.
Finally, the interview is over and she starts to unhook the microphone from her blouse. Next thing you know, the topic of breasts came up.
"Someone told me today that it was good to see that my twins were still there," Wilson said as she looks down to her ... dare I say, breasts.
"I dont know where men think they go," she said as she then proceeds to grab her breasts and give them a good shake.
In my head I'm going did I just witness this.
The interview went well even though I only had a limited amount of time with her. It is running on V-Day which I think is funny in a way. A kiss and a hug later and I was on my way back to the office. I think she bumps 50 Cent from the top of the list in terms of my favorite interview.
This has easily been the longest week in quite some time as I was working 10-7 everyday while still trying to get adjusted to east coast time.
This weekend, you can catch me at club B.E.D where it's happy hour all weekend because my ass will be sleep. If I'm not sleep, I will be watching DVDs. I signed up for Blockbuster Online becuase I am determined to watch more movies this year. The other night I watched Wedding Crashers (eh) and yet to watch I have Hustle and Flow, Four Brothers and Star Wars Episode III.
Today I had two more interviews. But one of them was special, even for this young hip-hop head. I had a chance to meet and speak to jazz great Nancy Wilson. I knew a little bit about her growing up in an elecetic music household but tried to read up on my jazz just in case Ms. Wilson threw me a curveball during the interview.
She had a video interview prior to me so I sat in the back room of the President Suite at the Hilton as I went over my notes. At the same time I was trying to ease drop on the interview - not to see what questions were being asked but just to hear her speak.
Finally, the interview is over and she starts to unhook the microphone from her blouse. Next thing you know, the topic of breasts came up.
"Someone told me today that it was good to see that my twins were still there," Wilson said as she looks down to her ... dare I say, breasts.
"I dont know where men think they go," she said as she then proceeds to grab her breasts and give them a good shake.
In my head I'm going did I just witness this.
The interview went well even though I only had a limited amount of time with her. It is running on V-Day which I think is funny in a way. A kiss and a hug later and I was on my way back to the office. I think she bumps 50 Cent from the top of the list in terms of my favorite interview.
Oooh I think they like me, Oooh I think they like me.
Dem Franchize Boyz stopped by the office yesterday for an interview. I had my red plastic cup all ready because I thought they would be bringing some brown juice but instead they left the alcohol at home and just reeked of the green stuff.
The interview overall went well. It was one of the better ones I have done so far. But this is where the story gets funny.
After I'm done, I forgot one question that I needed to ask for a co-worker so I run downstairs and catch them as they are loading in their van.
Once I heard the question, What's your favorite and worst V-Day gift, I knew whatever answer they give us, we wouldn't be able to use it in a story.
I hop in the van, turn my recorder on and ask the question. After a brief pause, a huge smile is on two of the members faces.
"Oh no, here we go."
"The best gift a female could give me for V-Day is some head."
I knew where this one was going.
"With some whipped cream, and a cherry."
They went on and on with some southern slang for head which I had never heard before. They finish answering the question, I turn off the recorder and as I'm in the middle of saying "Thanks"
"Wait, wait, wait, turn that recorder back on. It's your turn to answer the question for us."
Great. Either I give them a PC bitch ass answer like a foot massage or I roll with my gut and give them the answer that was in my head as well.
"Well, it's hard to disagree with head..." I stumbled.
"You are an offically a Franchize Boyz playa."
Hey, whatever it takes to please the artist, no? Well, let me not say that because I draw the line somewhere...
This week has been filled with interviews it seems like. Just this week alone I have talked to Warren G, Dem Franchize Boyz, Darius Rucker, and then on Friday I have Slum Village and Nancy Wilson (yes, of the jazz fame).
I am starting to find my niche when it comes to them. As for the rest of work, its been stressful but I tend to stay away from blogging about the j-o-b. Let's just say I'm looking forward to sleeping this weekend.
On Monday the Belizean and I went out after work to a movie screening and dinner. Everything went smooth...no complaints. I still can't put my finger on where we stand with everything but that question will be brought up at the proper time.
Also means I have to worry about V-Day this year. Just 32 shopping days to go, playas. Last year took creativity because I decided to spend the little money I had on dinner. This year, I have a little bit of cash to play with but don't want to go overboard and have her think I'm some weirdo.
Any suggestions?
Dem Franchize Boyz stopped by the office yesterday for an interview. I had my red plastic cup all ready because I thought they would be bringing some brown juice but instead they left the alcohol at home and just reeked of the green stuff.
The interview overall went well. It was one of the better ones I have done so far. But this is where the story gets funny.
After I'm done, I forgot one question that I needed to ask for a co-worker so I run downstairs and catch them as they are loading in their van.
Once I heard the question, What's your favorite and worst V-Day gift, I knew whatever answer they give us, we wouldn't be able to use it in a story.
I hop in the van, turn my recorder on and ask the question. After a brief pause, a huge smile is on two of the members faces.
"Oh no, here we go."
"The best gift a female could give me for V-Day is some head."
I knew where this one was going.
"With some whipped cream, and a cherry."
They went on and on with some southern slang for head which I had never heard before. They finish answering the question, I turn off the recorder and as I'm in the middle of saying "Thanks"
"Wait, wait, wait, turn that recorder back on. It's your turn to answer the question for us."
Great. Either I give them a PC bitch ass answer like a foot massage or I roll with my gut and give them the answer that was in my head as well.
"Well, it's hard to disagree with head..." I stumbled.
"You are an offically a Franchize Boyz playa."
Hey, whatever it takes to please the artist, no? Well, let me not say that because I draw the line somewhere...
This week has been filled with interviews it seems like. Just this week alone I have talked to Warren G, Dem Franchize Boyz, Darius Rucker, and then on Friday I have Slum Village and Nancy Wilson (yes, of the jazz fame).
I am starting to find my niche when it comes to them. As for the rest of work, its been stressful but I tend to stay away from blogging about the j-o-b. Let's just say I'm looking forward to sleeping this weekend.
On Monday the Belizean and I went out after work to a movie screening and dinner. Everything went smooth...no complaints. I still can't put my finger on where we stand with everything but that question will be brought up at the proper time.
Also means I have to worry about V-Day this year. Just 32 shopping days to go, playas. Last year took creativity because I decided to spend the little money I had on dinner. This year, I have a little bit of cash to play with but don't want to go overboard and have her think I'm some weirdo.
Any suggestions?
5 Questions for Ne-Yo
If I wasn't on the verge of falling asleep I would blog about my afternoon with Dem Franchize Boyz...it's well worth the wait though.
If I wasn't on the verge of falling asleep I would blog about my afternoon with Dem Franchize Boyz...it's well worth the wait though.
Home sweet home.
Back at Hofstra and the dorm is actually in decent shape. Still has a weird smell which I'm going to knock out in the next three weeks and the bathroom is filthy, but besides that, its decent. We lost another suitemate so now there is an open room with my name on it. I'm just waiting for school to start before I make the move to make sure the school doesn't put anyone in there. In the meantime though my roomate is gone so I have a room to myself.
This is going to be a long week - I can already feel it. Between the lack of sleep the past two days along with the time difference and having to work 40 hours a week, I can't wait till Friday to get here. 3 day weekend! (Big up, MLK)
Yesterday I went to Disneyland with two of my friends from the Magic Johnson Foundation. Even at 22, I still can't get enough of that place for some odd reason.
As a child though, I was...how would you say...a bitch. I was scared of my own shadow. I was also scared of most rides - even at Disneyland. It took many years to tackle this fear but the one ride that spooked me the most was probably Space Mountain.
It had the combination of two things I hated - fast things and the dark. It was 90 seconds of torture every time I got on the ride. And by got on the ride, I mean forced on by my parents.
I was reminded by all of this when we got on our first ride of the day - Indiana Jones. In line, we came across these two kids who had to be 10 and 5 in age. Who knows where there parents were but it was just them and we noticed the 5 year old was a little scared of what he was about to be facing. He was bouncing off the walls in line asking his cousin about the ride. Finally, he asks someone who was exiting the ride how it was and the jackass goes "It was terrifying, your going to be so scared."
Of course this spooks the kid even more so we told them that they could sit in front of us. Get on the ride and the kid is holding his own for the first 15 seconds and then he just starts balling. Covered his ears, closed his eyes and was just crying the whole ride. Indiana Jones is hardly considered scary but I felt his pain. I was once in his shoes.
The ride is over, he wipes the tears away, and then he starts talking about how he could take Splash Mountain because there were no "monsters"
As for Space Mountain which Disneyland closed, its 10 times faster than I remember it as a kid. It was the ride with the longest wait - about an hour and well worth it. Every car that was coming back to the station, folks were clapping. That's how good it was.
And of course I can't go anywhere without running into someone I know. This time I ran into someone I wanted to see - a fellow Hofstra student. Hofstra black students probably run about 4 deep in Los Angeles and I ran into one of them which was funny.
Off to sleep...back to being important tomorrow...
Back at Hofstra and the dorm is actually in decent shape. Still has a weird smell which I'm going to knock out in the next three weeks and the bathroom is filthy, but besides that, its decent. We lost another suitemate so now there is an open room with my name on it. I'm just waiting for school to start before I make the move to make sure the school doesn't put anyone in there. In the meantime though my roomate is gone so I have a room to myself.
This is going to be a long week - I can already feel it. Between the lack of sleep the past two days along with the time difference and having to work 40 hours a week, I can't wait till Friday to get here. 3 day weekend! (Big up, MLK)
Yesterday I went to Disneyland with two of my friends from the Magic Johnson Foundation. Even at 22, I still can't get enough of that place for some odd reason.
As a child though, I was...how would you say...a bitch. I was scared of my own shadow. I was also scared of most rides - even at Disneyland. It took many years to tackle this fear but the one ride that spooked me the most was probably Space Mountain.
It had the combination of two things I hated - fast things and the dark. It was 90 seconds of torture every time I got on the ride. And by got on the ride, I mean forced on by my parents.
I was reminded by all of this when we got on our first ride of the day - Indiana Jones. In line, we came across these two kids who had to be 10 and 5 in age. Who knows where there parents were but it was just them and we noticed the 5 year old was a little scared of what he was about to be facing. He was bouncing off the walls in line asking his cousin about the ride. Finally, he asks someone who was exiting the ride how it was and the jackass goes "It was terrifying, your going to be so scared."
Of course this spooks the kid even more so we told them that they could sit in front of us. Get on the ride and the kid is holding his own for the first 15 seconds and then he just starts balling. Covered his ears, closed his eyes and was just crying the whole ride. Indiana Jones is hardly considered scary but I felt his pain. I was once in his shoes.
The ride is over, he wipes the tears away, and then he starts talking about how he could take Splash Mountain because there were no "monsters"
As for Space Mountain which Disneyland closed, its 10 times faster than I remember it as a kid. It was the ride with the longest wait - about an hour and well worth it. Every car that was coming back to the station, folks were clapping. That's how good it was.
And of course I can't go anywhere without running into someone I know. This time I ran into someone I wanted to see - a fellow Hofstra student. Hofstra black students probably run about 4 deep in Los Angeles and I ran into one of them which was funny.
Off to sleep...back to being important tomorrow...
Never too old for Disneyland...P.S. I need a tan.
More later from the airport tomorrow...
Remote Control: Dancing With The Stars
Yes, I actually sat and watched the entire show Thursday.
More later this weekend...
Yes, I actually sat and watched the entire show Thursday.
More later this weekend...
This look on USC head coach Pete Carroll's face says it all.What the fuck, Pete?
Seriously.
I let the Vince Young phantom "Touchdown" slide because maybe you didn't get a chance to see his knee was actually down.
And the fact that you burned all of the team's timeouts in the second half.
But going for it on 4th and 2 instead of punting when everyone knew it was a draw play to Lendale White ... that I can't excuse.
With all that said, the better team won.
I am not jumping on the Vince Young bandwagon just quite yet but he showed me a lot out there. I still don't think he can take his style of game (run first, pass second) to the NFL and actually become sucessful (ie: Mike Vick) but he's a helluva of a college QB.
I remember where I was way back in 2003 the last time USC lost. For some reason, that game hurt more right afterwards. Maybe because it was in triple OT or because it was a Cal team that USC really had no business losing to.
34 games and 2.5 years later, USC is on the wrong end of a contest. And yeah, it hurts. But by Sunday, I'll be over it. And I only say Sunday because I'm in LA and I have a feeling the media will milk this one the rest of the week.
Now the question is will Reggie Bush and Lendale White stay after losing. That's not exactly how I would want to end my college career. But then again, both have $10 million+ reasons why to leave.
I'm off to sob quietly to myself ... at least for one night.
They said the best classes go to the fastest
Sorry Mr. West there's no good classes, and that's what yo ass get
Not even electives? Not even prerequites?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop class or the basket weavin
With all the rest of the muh'fuckers underachevin
Man this is an insult
Kanye West - Late
Kanye was speaking to me in that song as I have yet to register for the spring. There was an issue with the check but hopefully I should be able to register by Friday at the latest.
Which bares the question, what classes are still open? This is just another curveball in my attempt to gradute college sometime before I turn 30.
I can't see to catch a break when it comes to school. I was going to have to bend over backwards as it is to graduate by Spring of 07. Depending on what classes are left, if any, this might get pushed back again.
Hello Saturday morning classes and 8AM or *shivers* 6:30AM classes. I already have no life when school is in session with the job and all so lets just spend my Saturday in the classroom.
My vacation is starting to wind down with a quickness as I only have 4 days left in Los Angeles. One of my many pointless agendas was to try to eat at all the local food places that I am not blessed with out in New York. The list is as follows:
In and Out (So nice, I had to do it twice)
Jack In the Box (Check)
El Pollo Loco (Check, twice)
Denny's (Our New Year's Eve trip was a bust)
Wienerscnitzel (Check)
Golden Bird
Fatburger
A Taco Truck
You would think with all the fast food I consume I would weigh more than 135lbs.
I have two more interviews lined up for work. Warren G and Ralph Tresvant. It must be Throwback week at BV because we are taking it back to the 80s and 90s with this one. I used to know all the words to "Regulate" as a kid ... and then Warren G just disappeared.
There is only one person that I really want to interview that stands out in my mind.
Jay-Z.
That's all.
50 was cool because he's 50. And the fact that he can string together actual sentences and thoughts made it even cooler.
But 50 is not Jay-Z by any means.
I haven't come up with a plan or angle to interview him since he's "retired."
Ok, two people. Kanye West as well. I have a better shot at Kanye than Jay-Z at this point.
OK, OK, 3 people actually.
I can't leave Bjork off the list but the day you see Bjork grace the BV page is the day when you know that I'm in charge.
USC 45, Texas 21.
Sorry Mr. West there's no good classes, and that's what yo ass get
Not even electives? Not even prerequites?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop class or the basket weavin
With all the rest of the muh'fuckers underachevin
Man this is an insult
Kanye West - Late
Kanye was speaking to me in that song as I have yet to register for the spring. There was an issue with the check but hopefully I should be able to register by Friday at the latest.
Which bares the question, what classes are still open? This is just another curveball in my attempt to gradute college sometime before I turn 30.
I can't see to catch a break when it comes to school. I was going to have to bend over backwards as it is to graduate by Spring of 07. Depending on what classes are left, if any, this might get pushed back again.
Hello Saturday morning classes and 8AM or *shivers* 6:30AM classes. I already have no life when school is in session with the job and all so lets just spend my Saturday in the classroom.
My vacation is starting to wind down with a quickness as I only have 4 days left in Los Angeles. One of my many pointless agendas was to try to eat at all the local food places that I am not blessed with out in New York. The list is as follows:
In and Out (So nice, I had to do it twice)
Jack In the Box (Check)
El Pollo Loco (Check, twice)
Denny's (Our New Year's Eve trip was a bust)
Wienerscnitzel (Check)
Golden Bird
Fatburger
A Taco Truck
You would think with all the fast food I consume I would weigh more than 135lbs.
I have two more interviews lined up for work. Warren G and Ralph Tresvant. It must be Throwback week at BV because we are taking it back to the 80s and 90s with this one. I used to know all the words to "Regulate" as a kid ... and then Warren G just disappeared.
There is only one person that I really want to interview that stands out in my mind.
Jay-Z.
That's all.
50 was cool because he's 50. And the fact that he can string together actual sentences and thoughts made it even cooler.
But 50 is not Jay-Z by any means.
I haven't come up with a plan or angle to interview him since he's "retired."
Ok, two people. Kanye West as well. I have a better shot at Kanye than Jay-Z at this point.
OK, OK, 3 people actually.
I can't leave Bjork off the list but the day you see Bjork grace the BV page is the day when you know that I'm in charge.
USC 45, Texas 21.
The hype machine known as the press has been buzzing about the Rose Bowl Wednesday evening.
USC vs. Texas is the matchup everyone had their fingers crossed for.
#1 vs #2.
34 game win streak against a 19 game win streak.
Not to mention Matt Leinart vs. Vince Young.
And 48 hours from kickoff and I'm sick of the hype.
Maybe its because I'm in Los Angeles. But even as a huge USC fan, I'm sick of hearing about the Trojans on TV.
ESPN is to blame for all of this. As much as I love my former employer (guys, I graduate in 1.5 years, remember that) they can hype up a story like no other. I should just be at least happy that they aren't talking about the Red Sox and the Yankees because Spring Training will be here before you know it.
As for the game itself, I try to stick to my rule and not discuss sports on my blog beacuse
a.) I know girls read the blog
b.) I don't want to come off as the sports geek (see reason a)
But the Trojans should win the 3rd straight national championship come Wednesday night. Say goodbye to Matt Leinart, Reggie Bush, Lendale White, Steve Smith and Darnell Bing - they will all be gone after Wednesday.
Say hello to John David Booty come Fall 2006. I want Busy to stay his senior year just because I think the frat students over at USC could come up with a wity "Booty/Bush" t-shirt of some sort.
USC vs. Texas is the matchup everyone had their fingers crossed for.
#1 vs #2.
34 game win streak against a 19 game win streak.
Not to mention Matt Leinart vs. Vince Young.
And 48 hours from kickoff and I'm sick of the hype.
Maybe its because I'm in Los Angeles. But even as a huge USC fan, I'm sick of hearing about the Trojans on TV.
ESPN is to blame for all of this. As much as I love my former employer (guys, I graduate in 1.5 years, remember that) they can hype up a story like no other. I should just be at least happy that they aren't talking about the Red Sox and the Yankees because Spring Training will be here before you know it.
As for the game itself, I try to stick to my rule and not discuss sports on my blog beacuse
a.) I know girls read the blog
b.) I don't want to come off as the sports geek (see reason a)
But the Trojans should win the 3rd straight national championship come Wednesday night. Say goodbye to Matt Leinart, Reggie Bush, Lendale White, Steve Smith and Darnell Bing - they will all be gone after Wednesday.
Say hello to John David Booty come Fall 2006. I want Busy to stay his senior year just because I think the frat students over at USC could come up with a wity "Booty/Bush" t-shirt of some sort.
I found this gem when I went through my pictures from the party. For the record, the dog had no alcohol. The dog needed no alcohol. This has to be the saddest dog I have ever seen in my life.
On our way to the party, we were warned about Shaggy's dog. It was described as the "dog that pees and shits everywhere" The terms "has it been put to sleep" was even tossed around in the car.
We get to the party and out of the bedroom comes this white dog. At first, everything looks normal about him. I go over to pet him, he jumps back. OK, so maybe the dog is a little shy I think.
A minute later I look over at the dog and its walking in a circle. Now I'm thinking the dog is cool, its doing tricks. Except the dogs keeps walking in circles. Now I'm thinking the dog is truly fucked up.
Shaggy, what is up with your dog?
"It's blind."
Not only is it blind, its 13 years old which is 68 years old in doggie years. And it can't control its bladder. After a while, the apartment reeked of piss.
Shags, put the dog to sleep.
Please.
For the dog's sake.
1) Was 2005 a good year for you?
2005 was pretty awful for about 11 months I have to say. It didn't finally start to get good until the end of the year (new job, tuition resolved, etc...)
2) What was your favorite moment of the year?
The one thing that stands out in my mind is driving cross country this summer. Boring, yes, but it was still 3 pretty cool days. Just so I can say that I drove cross country in an 88 Honda Civic.
3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?
January-May when I was out of school doing nothing...
4) Where were you when 2005 began?
I was at a party in Fullerton.
5) Who were you with?
I was with Hassan, Matt and The Belizean
6) Where were when 2005 ended?
I was at a party in Brentwood
7) Who were you with when 2005 ended?
I was with the same folks I brought in 2005 with...
8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?
I forgot them.
9) Do you have a new year’s resolution for 2006?
What's the point? Who really keeps their resolutions after two weeks? Honestly.
10) Did you fall in love in 2005?
That's up for review
11) Did you breakup with anyone in 2005?
Nope, single the whole year...
12) Did you make any new friends in 2005?
I made lots of new friends and rediscovered old friends
13) Who are your favorite new friends?
Robert and Charlene. They make Hofstra somewhat enjoyable.
14) What was your favorite month of 2005?
December
15) Did you travel outside of the US in 2005?
No, does Jamaica, Queens count though?
16) How many different states have you traveled in 2005?
California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Virgina, Wyoming.
17) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?
My uncle who passed away in May.
18) Did you miss anybody in the past year?
One or two people.
19) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?
Crash
20) How many people did you sleep with in 2005?
Good quesiton...
21) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?
Of course
22) What was the biggest lie you told in 2005?
I don't know off the top of my head...
23) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?
People know not to lie to me...
24) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?
Anyone who says no here is a liar...of course you did to someone.
25) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?
Yeah
2005 was pretty awful for about 11 months I have to say. It didn't finally start to get good until the end of the year (new job, tuition resolved, etc...)
2) What was your favorite moment of the year?
The one thing that stands out in my mind is driving cross country this summer. Boring, yes, but it was still 3 pretty cool days. Just so I can say that I drove cross country in an 88 Honda Civic.
3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?
January-May when I was out of school doing nothing...
4) Where were you when 2005 began?
I was at a party in Fullerton.
5) Who were you with?
I was with Hassan, Matt and The Belizean
6) Where were when 2005 ended?
I was at a party in Brentwood
7) Who were you with when 2005 ended?
I was with the same folks I brought in 2005 with...
8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?
I forgot them.
9) Do you have a new year’s resolution for 2006?
What's the point? Who really keeps their resolutions after two weeks? Honestly.
10) Did you fall in love in 2005?
That's up for review
11) Did you breakup with anyone in 2005?
Nope, single the whole year...
12) Did you make any new friends in 2005?
I made lots of new friends and rediscovered old friends
13) Who are your favorite new friends?
Robert and Charlene. They make Hofstra somewhat enjoyable.
14) What was your favorite month of 2005?
December
15) Did you travel outside of the US in 2005?
No, does Jamaica, Queens count though?
16) How many different states have you traveled in 2005?
California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Virgina, Wyoming.
17) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?
My uncle who passed away in May.
18) Did you miss anybody in the past year?
One or two people.
19) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?
Crash
20) How many people did you sleep with in 2005?
Good quesiton...
21) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?
Of course
22) What was the biggest lie you told in 2005?
I don't know off the top of my head...
23) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?
People know not to lie to me...
24) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?
Anyone who says no here is a liar...of course you did to someone.
25) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?
Yeah
Happy New Year's.
I brought in 2006 with the same people I brought in 2005 with last night. But instead of crashing some random party at a mansion in Fullerton, we decided to throw our own this year thanks to Shaggy.
The regular cast of characters were there (Matt, Hassan) along with myself and The Belizean. And with any Shaggy party, there is alcohol involved. Lots of it. But this is where being the DD comes in handy is because I remember everything that happened last night because I was sober. While everyone else...I'm not so sure.
At around 1:30, the maanger of the apartment building came down and told us to keep the noise down. Why he was trying to argue with drunk people - I still don't know but of course people were running off at the mouth at him.
And of course, considering this was Brentwood, he went straight upstairs and two minutes later, LA's finest were knocking on the door. Next thing you know, you hear 10 drunk people trying to hide and going "Shhh" while Shaggy had to deal with the cops. A $200 ticket later, they left and it was pretty much the end of that.
The Belizean was a little drunk at this point and she wanted to go home. I didn't realize she turns into a mean drunk if provoked the wrong way. So I told her I would take her home and then come back to pick up Matt and Hassan.
I drop her off in Ladera Heights, then drive back to Brentwood to pick up Matt and Hassan. Only problem being they had fell asleep and I had no way to get back inside the apartment building. After five minutes of throwing stuff at their window, I drove back home, realzing I could have gone straight home.
Ah well...
The photos are all up on Facebook. Enjoy.
I brought in 2006 with the same people I brought in 2005 with last night. But instead of crashing some random party at a mansion in Fullerton, we decided to throw our own this year thanks to Shaggy.
The regular cast of characters were there (Matt, Hassan) along with myself and The Belizean. And with any Shaggy party, there is alcohol involved. Lots of it. But this is where being the DD comes in handy is because I remember everything that happened last night because I was sober. While everyone else...I'm not so sure.
At around 1:30, the maanger of the apartment building came down and told us to keep the noise down. Why he was trying to argue with drunk people - I still don't know but of course people were running off at the mouth at him.
And of course, considering this was Brentwood, he went straight upstairs and two minutes later, LA's finest were knocking on the door. Next thing you know, you hear 10 drunk people trying to hide and going "Shhh" while Shaggy had to deal with the cops. A $200 ticket later, they left and it was pretty much the end of that.
The Belizean was a little drunk at this point and she wanted to go home. I didn't realize she turns into a mean drunk if provoked the wrong way. So I told her I would take her home and then come back to pick up Matt and Hassan.
I drop her off in Ladera Heights, then drive back to Brentwood to pick up Matt and Hassan. Only problem being they had fell asleep and I had no way to get back inside the apartment building. After five minutes of throwing stuff at their window, I drove back home, realzing I could have gone straight home.
Ah well...
The photos are all up on Facebook. Enjoy.
