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...
Oh my goodness. Barry looks like Serena Williams on Roids. That's just wrong on so many levels.
Dashing and daring, courageous and caring
Faithful and friendly with stories to share
All through the forest they sing out in chorus
Marching along as their song fills the air
Gummi Bears, bouncing here and there and everywhere
High adventure that's beyond compare.
They are the Gummi Bears
Magic and mystery are part of their history
Along with the secret of Gummi Berry Juice
The legend is growing they take part in knowing
They fight for what's right in whatever they do
So it's not everyday I paste the lyrics of the Gummi Bears TV show theme song into my blog.
But yeah.
I met this woman.
And I would have blogged about it sooner but just like high school, folks gossip. So I didn't want to throw her real name out there because it would probably stir up some ish.
So I had to sit and think of a nickname for her, just like I have done for pervious people.
And I came up with Gummi Bear - not on no I'm soft and whipped ish and calling people honey bunny.
She just happens to love Gummi Bears so I put two and two together and came up with that.
So I knew of GB long before she knew of me. She was busy doing newsworthy stuff with her life - I was just a lowly journalist with big dreams of making it one day.
We were informally introduce through a friend and I can't remember who IM'ed the other first (it was probably me).
We talked, she seemed real cool. Had a wity, twisted sense of humor like myself so that was a plus.
And at first, I thought nothing of it. But the IM's became more often and then she asked for my number one day. I didn't ask for hers because I'm not a phone person but I asked for hers in return.
I figured this way if she did ever happen to call, I would know its her and not just some random bill collector looking for their money.
Couple days later, I'm driving through Hofstra's empty campus during Winter Break and I get a phone call from her. I told her if she did call, call after 9PM beacuse of my daytime minutes. It was 6:57. I mumbled to myself "Didn't I tell her after 9..." as I answered the phone.
We talked for a couple minutes before she realized she broke Rule #1 and called before 9. I wasn't trying to rush her off the phone - it's just I wasn't at home yet.
Couple days later, she calls again. Now I'm feeling good because I'm like hmmm, I like a girl who doesn't wait for a guy to call all the time. I remember The Cup Stealer was in my room and she's hella nosy so I was trying to play it cool while I talked to GB on the phone.
Two hours later I realized we were still on the phone, it was 1AM, and The Cup Stealer was still in my room. (and that's just bad)
From then on, the phone calls have been daily, like clockwork. And I HATE the phone, yet, I seem to not mind when I'm talking to her.
I think I realized I liked her when I recieved my treatment a few weeks ago. I'm drugged up, an IV in my arm, and this beeping machine that keeps going on.
And the machine is driving me crazy (and I think her as well) and my ass was content on laying there until the nurse came by the room.
But she wasn't content with me just being content. She kept pushing me into trying to buzz the nurse (I swear, I couldnt find the buzzer), or get out of bed and open the door and look for some help.
And something as little as pushing me and a lil tough love is what sealed the deal for me.
Sight unseen and all.
Because if she will spend the time to push me to do something as trivial as getting the nurse's attention, then I know she would support me in my attempt to be a professional journalist like herself.
(I finally got out of bed, pushed the machine in the hallway and waited until someone showed up)
Faithful and friendly with stories to share
All through the forest they sing out in chorus
Marching along as their song fills the air
Gummi Bears, bouncing here and there and everywhere
High adventure that's beyond compare.
They are the Gummi Bears
Magic and mystery are part of their history
Along with the secret of Gummi Berry Juice
The legend is growing they take part in knowing
They fight for what's right in whatever they do
So it's not everyday I paste the lyrics of the Gummi Bears TV show theme song into my blog.
But yeah.
I met this woman.
And I would have blogged about it sooner but just like high school, folks gossip. So I didn't want to throw her real name out there because it would probably stir up some ish.
So I had to sit and think of a nickname for her, just like I have done for pervious people.
And I came up with Gummi Bear - not on no I'm soft and whipped ish and calling people honey bunny.
She just happens to love Gummi Bears so I put two and two together and came up with that.
So I knew of GB long before she knew of me. She was busy doing newsworthy stuff with her life - I was just a lowly journalist with big dreams of making it one day.
We were informally introduce through a friend and I can't remember who IM'ed the other first (it was probably me).
We talked, she seemed real cool. Had a wity, twisted sense of humor like myself so that was a plus.
And at first, I thought nothing of it. But the IM's became more often and then she asked for my number one day. I didn't ask for hers because I'm not a phone person but I asked for hers in return.
I figured this way if she did ever happen to call, I would know its her and not just some random bill collector looking for their money.
Couple days later, I'm driving through Hofstra's empty campus during Winter Break and I get a phone call from her. I told her if she did call, call after 9PM beacuse of my daytime minutes. It was 6:57. I mumbled to myself "Didn't I tell her after 9..." as I answered the phone.
We talked for a couple minutes before she realized she broke Rule #1 and called before 9. I wasn't trying to rush her off the phone - it's just I wasn't at home yet.
Couple days later, she calls again. Now I'm feeling good because I'm like hmmm, I like a girl who doesn't wait for a guy to call all the time. I remember The Cup Stealer was in my room and she's hella nosy so I was trying to play it cool while I talked to GB on the phone.
Two hours later I realized we were still on the phone, it was 1AM, and The Cup Stealer was still in my room. (and that's just bad)
From then on, the phone calls have been daily, like clockwork. And I HATE the phone, yet, I seem to not mind when I'm talking to her.
I think I realized I liked her when I recieved my treatment a few weeks ago. I'm drugged up, an IV in my arm, and this beeping machine that keeps going on.
And the machine is driving me crazy (and I think her as well) and my ass was content on laying there until the nurse came by the room.
But she wasn't content with me just being content. She kept pushing me into trying to buzz the nurse (I swear, I couldnt find the buzzer), or get out of bed and open the door and look for some help.
And something as little as pushing me and a lil tough love is what sealed the deal for me.
Sight unseen and all.
Because if she will spend the time to push me to do something as trivial as getting the nurse's attention, then I know she would support me in my attempt to be a professional journalist like herself.
(I finally got out of bed, pushed the machine in the hallway and waited until someone showed up)
This is a t-shirt that I came across this morning and if you know my last name, then you know why this shirt is MAGIC.It will be here in a week. Best $20 bucks I have spent in a while.
Another week over, another week closer to summer.
I still haven't managed to get back in the flow of things in terms of shaking this jetlag. I feel like everything is moving in slow motion still and I'm constantly tired.
Maybe because I was up until 5:30 Friday night.
I ventured out of my room Friday night to attend an event on campus. It was a tribute to Carnival (really, just an excuse to party) which included a dinner followed by an after party. I learned my lesson last semester that black events at Hofstra don't EVER start on time. So I was really pissed when I thought the event started at 9:00 when in fact it was suppose to start at 9:30.
And by 9:30, I mean 10:30, when the event actually started. If you are ever at a event at Hofstra run by "us," give yourself an extra hour in getting ready. You won't miss a thing, trust me.
I told myself I wasn't going to stay for the after party because with everything that had gone on this week, I was hardly in the mood to party. It just didn't seem right. But I got sucked in to the party for about an hour before finally sneaking out around 2:30.
It wouldn't be a Hofstra USA party without the following:
1. Dancehall Music. Lots of it.
2. 45 Public Safety Officers
3. A fight
All three of which happened the short time I was there. When you play "Knuck If You Buck," you are asking for trouble.
I'm walking from my car thinking I can't wait to get in my bed and go to sleep. As I walk into the quad, I hear a bunch of noise and I'm telling myself "Please don't be my room."
I run into two of my roomate's friends who were coming downstairs and they informed me that there was a party going on and some girl was throwing up in my bathroom.
Luckily, I didn't have to use the bathroom so I walked in my apartment, went into my room, and closed the door behind me.
She must have been in there a good hour or so - first time she had anything to drink in 3 years. I feel sorry for her - I wouldn't want to be locked in my bathroom on my knees for an hour. It's not exactly the cleanest by any means.
The rest of my weekend, except for a 2 hour break to go to the Hofstra basketball game (22-5 baby!) was spent working on a Philosophy paper.
It was easily the most painful 5 page paper I have wrote in sometime. I read and reread the instructions and just wasn't getting it.
And I learned its hard to BS a Philosophy paper - you actually have to write information that makes sense. Even though Philosophy is BS and doesn't make a lick of sense to me personally...
My weekend ended on a sour note though and I blame Hofstra and DirectTV. Allday I was thinking about how I wanted to watch Grey's Anatomy tonight. I even bought the DVD this weekend because I'm offically hooked.
So at 8PM, I flip through the channels and I notice ABC is blacked out. I figure hmm, that's weird but I still have 2 more hours.
10PM arrives and I turn to ABC and...still blacked out.
10:01PM and I'm getting IM's from people I haven't talked to at Hofstra in weeks talking about is ABC working for you.
If Grey's Anatomy takes a dip in the ratings this week- you now know why.
I still haven't managed to get back in the flow of things in terms of shaking this jetlag. I feel like everything is moving in slow motion still and I'm constantly tired.
Maybe because I was up until 5:30 Friday night.
I ventured out of my room Friday night to attend an event on campus. It was a tribute to Carnival (really, just an excuse to party) which included a dinner followed by an after party. I learned my lesson last semester that black events at Hofstra don't EVER start on time. So I was really pissed when I thought the event started at 9:00 when in fact it was suppose to start at 9:30.
And by 9:30, I mean 10:30, when the event actually started. If you are ever at a event at Hofstra run by "us," give yourself an extra hour in getting ready. You won't miss a thing, trust me.
I told myself I wasn't going to stay for the after party because with everything that had gone on this week, I was hardly in the mood to party. It just didn't seem right. But I got sucked in to the party for about an hour before finally sneaking out around 2:30.
It wouldn't be a Hofstra USA party without the following:
1. Dancehall Music. Lots of it.
2. 45 Public Safety Officers
3. A fight
All three of which happened the short time I was there. When you play "Knuck If You Buck," you are asking for trouble.
I'm walking from my car thinking I can't wait to get in my bed and go to sleep. As I walk into the quad, I hear a bunch of noise and I'm telling myself "Please don't be my room."
I run into two of my roomate's friends who were coming downstairs and they informed me that there was a party going on and some girl was throwing up in my bathroom.
Luckily, I didn't have to use the bathroom so I walked in my apartment, went into my room, and closed the door behind me.
She must have been in there a good hour or so - first time she had anything to drink in 3 years. I feel sorry for her - I wouldn't want to be locked in my bathroom on my knees for an hour. It's not exactly the cleanest by any means.
The rest of my weekend, except for a 2 hour break to go to the Hofstra basketball game (22-5 baby!) was spent working on a Philosophy paper.
It was easily the most painful 5 page paper I have wrote in sometime. I read and reread the instructions and just wasn't getting it.
And I learned its hard to BS a Philosophy paper - you actually have to write information that makes sense. Even though Philosophy is BS and doesn't make a lick of sense to me personally...
My weekend ended on a sour note though and I blame Hofstra and DirectTV. Allday I was thinking about how I wanted to watch Grey's Anatomy tonight. I even bought the DVD this weekend because I'm offically hooked.
So at 8PM, I flip through the channels and I notice ABC is blacked out. I figure hmm, that's weird but I still have 2 more hours.
10PM arrives and I turn to ABC and...still blacked out.
10:01PM and I'm getting IM's from people I haven't talked to at Hofstra in weeks talking about is ABC working for you.
If Grey's Anatomy takes a dip in the ratings this week- you now know why.
I never thought this day would come. Ever. And when I say ever, I mean eveeeeeeeer.
I'm a fan of NASCAR.
There, I said it.
I'm feeling the NASCAR.
I blame it on, what else, HDTV.
I was watching the Daytona 500 last week in HD and my theory that anything in HD is watchable is true once again.
I thought maybe it was a one week phrase and I would get over it.
Except I find myself watching NASCAR for a second straight week, the Auto Club 500, this time, without the HD.
Not only do I know the drivers, I now have a favorite driver, Jimmie Johnson. Mostly because he's from California and he can speak proper English.
I have June 11th circled on my calendar - it's the Poccono 500 in the Pocconos, PA. I am planning on making the two hour drive and attending a race in person.
And #48 just finished 2nd in the Auto Club 500. That's how us Cali folks roll.
Red-eye flights offically suck. I am still trying to recover from my flight two days ago.
But before I got on my flight, I'm sitting at the Delta terminal at LAX. All of a sudden I hear a voice yell "Everyone stop"
Now I'm from Inglewood so when I hear someone yell "Everyone Stop" that's when I start to run.
So I look around and notice a group of TSA agents are yelling and I'm thinking uh oh, Osama is in the house.
For a good 2-3 minutes, people are stopped dead in their tracts as a hush falls over the terminal while TSA is busy talking on their walkie-talkies.
At this point I start creeping myself further away because I, of course, fear for the worst.
Finally we found out the reason why TSA freaked - a gun in a passengers luggage.
And there wasn't an NBA player in sight.
Amazing.
But before I got on my flight, I'm sitting at the Delta terminal at LAX. All of a sudden I hear a voice yell "Everyone stop"
Now I'm from Inglewood so when I hear someone yell "Everyone Stop" that's when I start to run.
So I look around and notice a group of TSA agents are yelling and I'm thinking uh oh, Osama is in the house.
For a good 2-3 minutes, people are stopped dead in their tracts as a hush falls over the terminal while TSA is busy talking on their walkie-talkies.
At this point I start creeping myself further away because I, of course, fear for the worst.
Finally we found out the reason why TSA freaked - a gun in a passengers luggage.
And there wasn't an NBA player in sight.
Amazing.
LAX - Maybe I needed to be a little more specific when I talked about the ex reading the blog. I get an IM today from one of my ex's (I swear, I'm not a whore) and she's like "So you don't want me reading your blog"
Whoops.
I didn't even know she read my blog.
Sorry, Jessica.
You can read away...
Whoops.
I didn't even know she read my blog.
Sorry, Jessica.
You can read away...
LOS ANGELES - No, just because it rained this weekend in Los Angeles doesn't mean I brought the rain with me from New York. This comment got very old, very quick.
I bought some grown up shoes this weekend. I figured its about time I step my shoe game up beacuse you can't wear Timbs everywhere ... well you could in NY at least where there seems to be no dress code when it comes to the club and bar scene.
Steve Madden loafers...and on sale for only 60 bucks at that. Who says it takes a lot of money to be fly?
Barry Bonds is done after this season according to Barroid. Good riddance. Though I have a feeling if he's close enough to break Henry Aaron's record, he will come back in '07.
I couldn't blame him if he did - I just hope he doesn't get a sniff at 755. Even if he did break it, A-Rod is going to hit 800HR's and pass the both of them.
And the bonehead of the week award goes to Ricky Williams who violated the NFL Drug Policy a FOURTH time. Marijuana is a helluva drug. Oh, and Ricky, that's a one-year suspension and probably retirement #2...
Lastly, shout out to the ex-girlfriend who reads the blog daily and often...that little tracker at the bottom does wonders...
I bought some grown up shoes this weekend. I figured its about time I step my shoe game up beacuse you can't wear Timbs everywhere ... well you could in NY at least where there seems to be no dress code when it comes to the club and bar scene.
Steve Madden loafers...and on sale for only 60 bucks at that. Who says it takes a lot of money to be fly?Barry Bonds is done after this season according to Barroid. Good riddance. Though I have a feeling if he's close enough to break Henry Aaron's record, he will come back in '07.
I couldn't blame him if he did - I just hope he doesn't get a sniff at 755. Even if he did break it, A-Rod is going to hit 800HR's and pass the both of them.
And the bonehead of the week award goes to Ricky Williams who violated the NFL Drug Policy a FOURTH time. Marijuana is a helluva drug. Oh, and Ricky, that's a one-year suspension and probably retirement #2...
Lastly, shout out to the ex-girlfriend who reads the blog daily and often...that little tracker at the bottom does wonders...
The only highlight of the Knicks season...
For those who asked which one was Brenna exactly...
And the backlash has offically begun:
And the backlash has offically begun:
Oh. My. God. Brenna Gethers, the reincarnation of Mikahla Gordon, has made it through - despite making an incredible spectacle of herself last evening with her grandstanding, ass slapping and bling blinging, AND being called a "nightmare" by Simon. Oh well, I guess the bright side is that we all know who we vote off in week one. Her last comment was, "Some people don't like me, but it's up to America now." Yes Brenna, it is, and you should be afraid...be very afraid.
Sadly, Brenna's groupmate from last evening, Marcy Smith, gets told No. That's ok - she gets my vote for Most Class when given the opportunity to trash the skankified Brenna. She simply calls her "special", which from what we have all seen, is code for "stark raving, egotistical, arrogant, full of shit ho". Good luck in your career as a diplomat, Marcy, you will do well.
Los Angeles - "Ladies and gentlemen, all the years I have been flying, this is a first. This is probably the longest flight from JFK to LAX I have been on."
Great.
But at least the middle seat next to me was empty.
Total flying time: 6 hours, 2 minutes.
Even with the TV's in the headset, about two hours into the flight I lost interest.
The last four hours were spent tossing and turning as I tried to go to sleep.
Ever since my lightining scare on the flight back from Dulles, I haven't been 100 percent confident when flying.
I get a little nervous in the air which is hard to believe because I have been flying alone since I was a cute little thing.
What started out as a trip to the doctor and then a few days of fun has turned into a downer before I even touched down.
My aunt passed away from cancer on Monday. We knew it was a matter of time but didn't expect it to be this soon. The service is on Tuesday, the day I head back to NY but I am catching a redeye so it works out.
Brenna did offically make it to the Final 24 of American Idol
America, get ready to expereince television magic next week.
I just hope her personality doesn't get her voted off by the viewers...
I want some grape drink baby!
(Don't ask - it's been stuck in my head since I saw Chappelle on Inside the Actors Studio)
Great.
But at least the middle seat next to me was empty.
Total flying time: 6 hours, 2 minutes.
Even with the TV's in the headset, about two hours into the flight I lost interest.
The last four hours were spent tossing and turning as I tried to go to sleep.
Ever since my lightining scare on the flight back from Dulles, I haven't been 100 percent confident when flying.
I get a little nervous in the air which is hard to believe because I have been flying alone since I was a cute little thing.
What started out as a trip to the doctor and then a few days of fun has turned into a downer before I even touched down.
My aunt passed away from cancer on Monday. We knew it was a matter of time but didn't expect it to be this soon. The service is on Tuesday, the day I head back to NY but I am catching a redeye so it works out.
Brenna did offically make it to the Final 24 of American Idol
America, get ready to expereince television magic next week.
I just hope her personality doesn't get her voted off by the viewers...
I want some grape drink baby!
(Don't ask - it's been stuck in my head since I saw Chappelle on Inside the Actors Studio)
I enjoy the random drunk phone call.
Usually they come from Hassan, which I have made a pattern of saving them on my voicemail for when I'm in need of a quick, cheap, laugh.
But I got a phone call this morning at 9AM and I'm thinking who the hell could be calling me on a Sunday morning.
I roll over and see that it's my cousin calling me. And for a quick second I forgot she wasn't in New York so I answered.
Me: "Hello"
Her: "Hey, are you awake"
Let me stop here.
Why do people feel the need to ask me if I'm awake after they know they just woke me up from my sleep. Of course I'm not awake. Why would I be up at 9AM on a Sunday where there is 27 inches of snow outside.
Ok, back to the story.
Me: "Hey, what's going on"
Her: "I need you to tell me if this guy we just dropped off is really a football player or not" "You know all those things."
Me: "Ok, who was it"
Her: "Demeterius McCrary"
For a minute, the sports genius was stumped. I couldn't think of a Demeterius McCray and I was all set to call bullshit on her so called NFL player, even though players were in town for the Pro Bowl.
Me: "What team did he say he played for"
Her: "The Atlanta Falcons, #44"
Me: "You mean Fred McCrary"
Her: "Yeah!"
From here on out, I laughed at her for giving a ride to a veteran fullback, who was married with two kids.
If it were Michael Vick, that's one thing. But Fred McCrary?!?
I then went to find his bio and ran through it with my cousin and found out during his free time, he enjoys bass fishing.
That's all you need to know about Mr. McCrary.
Me: "I'm going back to sleep, call me back when you pickup a household name."
Usually they come from Hassan, which I have made a pattern of saving them on my voicemail for when I'm in need of a quick, cheap, laugh.
But I got a phone call this morning at 9AM and I'm thinking who the hell could be calling me on a Sunday morning.
I roll over and see that it's my cousin calling me. And for a quick second I forgot she wasn't in New York so I answered.
Me: "Hello"
Her: "Hey, are you awake"
Let me stop here.
Why do people feel the need to ask me if I'm awake after they know they just woke me up from my sleep. Of course I'm not awake. Why would I be up at 9AM on a Sunday where there is 27 inches of snow outside.
Ok, back to the story.
Me: "Hey, what's going on"
Her: "I need you to tell me if this guy we just dropped off is really a football player or not" "You know all those things."
Me: "Ok, who was it"
Her: "Demeterius McCrary"
For a minute, the sports genius was stumped. I couldn't think of a Demeterius McCray and I was all set to call bullshit on her so called NFL player, even though players were in town for the Pro Bowl.
Me: "What team did he say he played for"
Her: "The Atlanta Falcons, #44"
Me: "You mean Fred McCrary"
Her: "Yeah!"
From here on out, I laughed at her for giving a ride to a veteran fullback, who was married with two kids.
If it were Michael Vick, that's one thing. But Fred McCrary?!?
I then went to find his bio and ran through it with my cousin and found out during his free time, he enjoys bass fishing.
That's all you need to know about Mr. McCrary.
Me: "I'm going back to sleep, call me back when you pickup a household name."
This is what I woke up to this morning. 23 inches and still going strong...
Look at this gem of a quote:
He says, "I bring up the historical subjects in a way that makes kids want to learn about them. I'm an inspriational speaker."
"I changed the sound of music more than one time ... For all those reasons, I'd be a part of the Bible. I'm definitely in the history books already.
Kanye, please, just stop talking...
He says, "I bring up the historical subjects in a way that makes kids want to learn about them. I'm an inspriational speaker."
"I changed the sound of music more than one time ... For all those reasons, I'd be a part of the Bible. I'm definitely in the history books already.
Kanye, please, just stop talking...
R.I.P. Jay Dee (aka, J-Dilla)
Hip-hop lost a great, great producer and MC...
Things were going great.
No snow.
Mild weather.
Hell, it was even 60 degrees four times in January.
Until this weekend.
Finally, mother nature appears to be catching up to us as Long Island is under a Blizzard Warning.
Blizzard Warning?
Ah, hell no.
The snow is not even due until tomorrow afternoon so I am hoping the weatherman is wrong and that we will just get a dusting instead of 12 inches.
The worst part, besides being forced to do homework on Sunday, is that the parking lot to our dorm is going to be closed tomorrow at 3PM.
And if you don't move your car, the school will move it for you...via a tow truck.
It looks like I will be walking through the snow on Sunday to go to the Vagina Monologues...
This makes this LA trip that much better because I will be escaping the snow for 80 degree weather.
Two weeks into the semester, 12 more to go.
I was doing great about going to class because I have felt great health wise but I missed my afternoon classes today.
I had that nice nap...the one where you feel like you could sleep forever and nothing can disturb you. Not even your alarm that you set on your phone to wake you up so you could get your black ass to class.
As for my classes themselves, they are interesting to say the least.
Philosophy is probably the one class that leaves me scratching my head the most. I think you have to smoke weed to understand philosophy which would explain why I don't get it, yet, most of my classmates do.
Spanish 2 is a doozy but I think I will be fine once I get into the swing of things. I took Spanish 1 almost 2 years ago now so I forgot everything.
The class is small though so there are number of times where I get picked on to answer a question and I'm like shit...why me.
And for the weird story of the week...
Former ABC announcer Al Michaels left the network this week for NBC.
If only it were that easy.
Michaels, under contract still, was traded to NBC.
For the rights to a cartoon character.
Not even a good cartoon charater like Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse.
The rights to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit.
"Oswald is definitely worth more than a fourth-round draft choice," Michaels said, referring to what the Kansas City Chiefs gave the New York Jets as compensation for releasing coach Herm Edwards from his contract. "I'm going to be a trivia answer someday."
I wonder what I could get if I were traded from let's say AOL to ESPN....
Probably a Black and Mild and a bottle of Sunkist Orange soda.
No snow.
Mild weather.
Hell, it was even 60 degrees four times in January.
Until this weekend.
Finally, mother nature appears to be catching up to us as Long Island is under a Blizzard Warning.
Blizzard Warning?
Ah, hell no.
The snow is not even due until tomorrow afternoon so I am hoping the weatherman is wrong and that we will just get a dusting instead of 12 inches.
The worst part, besides being forced to do homework on Sunday, is that the parking lot to our dorm is going to be closed tomorrow at 3PM.
And if you don't move your car, the school will move it for you...via a tow truck.
It looks like I will be walking through the snow on Sunday to go to the Vagina Monologues...
This makes this LA trip that much better because I will be escaping the snow for 80 degree weather.
Two weeks into the semester, 12 more to go.
I was doing great about going to class because I have felt great health wise but I missed my afternoon classes today.
I had that nice nap...the one where you feel like you could sleep forever and nothing can disturb you. Not even your alarm that you set on your phone to wake you up so you could get your black ass to class.
As for my classes themselves, they are interesting to say the least.
Philosophy is probably the one class that leaves me scratching my head the most. I think you have to smoke weed to understand philosophy which would explain why I don't get it, yet, most of my classmates do.
Spanish 2 is a doozy but I think I will be fine once I get into the swing of things. I took Spanish 1 almost 2 years ago now so I forgot everything.
The class is small though so there are number of times where I get picked on to answer a question and I'm like shit...why me.
And for the weird story of the week...
Former ABC announcer Al Michaels left the network this week for NBC.
If only it were that easy.
Michaels, under contract still, was traded to NBC.
For the rights to a cartoon character.
Not even a good cartoon charater like Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse.
The rights to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit.
"Oswald is definitely worth more than a fourth-round draft choice," Michaels said, referring to what the Kansas City Chiefs gave the New York Jets as compensation for releasing coach Herm Edwards from his contract. "I'm going to be a trivia answer someday."
I wonder what I could get if I were traded from let's say AOL to ESPN....
Probably a Black and Mild and a bottle of Sunkist Orange soda.
Kanye West, meet humility.
Humility, meet Kanye West.
Record Of the Year - U2
Album Of The Year - U2
Kanye West = Shutout.
Don't get me wrong, I love Kanye but his mouth my have cost him the Grammy this year.
Rewind back to his outburst towards George Bush.
Yes, he said the right thing and he probably elevated himself to another level in the eyes of blacks...
...but might have lowered himself in the eyes of everyone else.
Plus, if he didn't win for College Dropout, he shouldn't have won for Late Registration. It was good - not great, like College Dropout was.
Four guys who will probably never win a Grammy - Dem Franchize Boyz
Humility, meet Kanye West.
Record Of the Year - U2
Album Of The Year - U2
Kanye West = Shutout.
Don't get me wrong, I love Kanye but his mouth my have cost him the Grammy this year.
Rewind back to his outburst towards George Bush.
Yes, he said the right thing and he probably elevated himself to another level in the eyes of blacks...
...but might have lowered himself in the eyes of everyone else.
Plus, if he didn't win for College Dropout, he shouldn't have won for Late Registration. It was good - not great, like College Dropout was.
Four guys who will probably never win a Grammy - Dem Franchize Boyz
Nothing brings out negro tendencies like free food.
And they were out in full force last night during my small Super Bowl gathering.
I figured "Hey, I got paid on Friday, why not cook for some friends on Sunday."
So I did just that. I made pasta salad and a cake, and then went out and bought some chicken from Popeyes.
Mind you I only had 5 people over but they managed to tear through a 16 piece box of chicken, my entire chocolate cake and a good chunk of my pasta salad.
Folks were going for 2nds, 3rds, even 4ths....
I'm just saying.
Damn.
And one person even had the nerve to take a plate home.
This is the same person who at dinner Friday night stole a cup from the resturant we were eating at. It wasn't even a nice cup at that.
So that should tell you all you need to know about the person if they are stealing a glass from Famous Dave's BBQ.
Negros, man.
And they were out in full force last night during my small Super Bowl gathering.
I figured "Hey, I got paid on Friday, why not cook for some friends on Sunday."
So I did just that. I made pasta salad and a cake, and then went out and bought some chicken from Popeyes.
Mind you I only had 5 people over but they managed to tear through a 16 piece box of chicken, my entire chocolate cake and a good chunk of my pasta salad.
Folks were going for 2nds, 3rds, even 4ths....
I'm just saying.
Damn.
And one person even had the nerve to take a plate home.
This is the same person who at dinner Friday night stole a cup from the resturant we were eating at. It wasn't even a nice cup at that.
So that should tell you all you need to know about the person if they are stealing a glass from Famous Dave's BBQ.
Negros, man.
It's time to confess my love for a certain station on the television dial.I have been wanting to blog about this for a minute but my manhood has stood in the way.
I'm addicted to the Food Network.
And not just Iron Chef because who hasn't seen that show a million times?
It started roughly a year ago when I had to take the semester off from school.
About 23 1/2 hours of my day was spent in the bed in front of a television so I started to venture out to other channels besides the norm (ESPN, MTV, etc...)
My mom used to watch "30 Minutes Meals" and I would be like damn, that Rachael Ray is annoying.
But little by little, she started to grow on me and then I soon began watching on my own.
And it has been all downhill from there.
It's ironic that I got hooked to the network during a span when food was the furthest thing on my mind.
It started with Rachael Ray and "30 Minute Meals" and then "$40 Dollars a Day" also by the lovely Ray. Before I knew it, I was watching "Good Eats" and "Unwrapped" which then led to "Food 911" and "Good Deal"
When I found out that I had to change my diet and take a serious look at what I could and couldn't eat, I started watching not just to stare at Rachael Ray but to get some ideas of other meals that I could eat.
The funny thing is I put none of these newfound skills to use while I was h
ome. It wasn't until this summer in Denver that I bought a bottle of EVOO (That's Extra Virgin Olive Oil) and started to throw down in the kitchen.It came to a point where I had to learn how to cook for myself because my stomach can't handle your typical college food. So it was either be hungry (I'm skinny enough as it is) or break out the pots and pans.
But nobody knew about this. I didn't tell anyone. I figured my boys wouldn't understand and laugh at me. Hell, I would probably laugh myself if someone told me they watched the Food Network.
And then I realized females like guys who can cook.
And females will eat you out of house and home when you cook.
Sharing a room last semester, I would try to watch when I could but I would turn the channel so quick as soon as my roomate walked in.
Now, with this single, I can watch without being paranoid.
You would think I was looking at porn the way I would react when someone walked in the room.
On that note, I am cooking for a few friends for the Super Bowl tomorrow. I don't do it often because food costs money and negros don't chip in for the food but I figured it was a special occassion.
Food Network, I am still waiting for you to have a TV show with a black person by the way...
And just like that, I am headed back home to Los Angeles.
I bought my ticket today to fly back on Feb 15th and coming back on the redeye on the night of the 21st.
And before you assume I'm missing class just to go home and kick it, I have a couple days off school for Presidents Day.
While I know I was just home a month ago, it doesn't feel that way. Maybe because the month of January seemed so long to me from all the work I did.
To my LA people, give me a call...I know I flaked on a couple of you last time I was in town.
I am enjoying my new single bedroom. I have been lucky enough to have two cool roomates since coming to Hofstra but nothing beats a single.
The room is still a little bare because there is nothing on the wall but it is twice as big as my old room and half the people.
As for school itself, school is school. I am enjoying the discussions though in my Philosophy and Caribbean Lit classes. I didn't know how diverse the Caribbean actually is.
Besides from taking the class because I need to take it, I wanted to learn more about the culture since I live out here in NY. Whole different envrionment in terms of black people compared to Los Angeles.
They already got me listening to Soca and eating rice and peas, I'm turning into a hybrid New Yorker slowly but surely.
Budibye Pernimi...
I bought my ticket today to fly back on Feb 15th and coming back on the redeye on the night of the 21st.
And before you assume I'm missing class just to go home and kick it, I have a couple days off school for Presidents Day.
While I know I was just home a month ago, it doesn't feel that way. Maybe because the month of January seemed so long to me from all the work I did.
To my LA people, give me a call...I know I flaked on a couple of you last time I was in town.
I am enjoying my new single bedroom. I have been lucky enough to have two cool roomates since coming to Hofstra but nothing beats a single.
The room is still a little bare because there is nothing on the wall but it is twice as big as my old room and half the people.
As for school itself, school is school. I am enjoying the discussions though in my Philosophy and Caribbean Lit classes. I didn't know how diverse the Caribbean actually is.
Besides from taking the class because I need to take it, I wanted to learn more about the culture since I live out here in NY. Whole different envrionment in terms of black people compared to Los Angeles.
They already got me listening to Soca and eating rice and peas, I'm turning into a hybrid New Yorker slowly but surely.
Budibye Pernimi...
