This Is It!!!

November 4, 2008...a day of CHANGE. First and foremost, Bush is getting the fuck out of here. I'm taking down names for anyone who wants to help get his shit out the White House tomorrow. Yes I said tomorrow; rather be without a president for 3 months than still have his tail trying to figure out "issues" like what people are waiting on line for today. Second, and almost as highly important as the first, BARACK OBAMA will (hopefully) be the first black president of the United States of America. As the day has gone on I've heard the most ignorant comments ever. 1. This idiot says "I voted for McCain (all good and well, I respect him because he voted but then...) because Obama is everywhere." WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!!!! So you mean to tell me you would've voted for Obama if a fly on the wall told you to. You talking about I wanted to punch that sucker in the back of his head so baaaad. 2. My roommate said some chick in her class said, "I didn't vote. So what? We don't pick the president." So who the hell does then? To that she answered, "the electoral college". And the electoral college generates from the popular vote you freaking derf!! But on to a lighter note because this is making me tight again. In a few more hours we will find out who is to be the next president. If Obama loses, there's going to be a riot. If Obama wins, there's going to be a riot... and I'm going to be scared for his life. But I'd still rather deal with the latter. Someone made a good point today. She said that we live in a bubble; we being Temple University students. Everywhere we go you see Barack Obama T-Shirts and buttons, people telling you to vote for him, Obama/Biden yard signs, etc. But when she went home for the weekend (I believe NJ suburbs), all she saw were McCain/Palin signs. To think that McCain has much more supporters than I thought he did is a scary thought. According to CBS, Barack Obama currently has 50% of the popular vote and 194 electoral, while John McCain has 49% and 124. The race is still really close. If I don't get out of my apartment soon I'm going to cook something, and I don't cook...at all. I'm just that anxious. OH!!! Anybody remember my blog post about the fact that I couldn't vote for the primary when I was under the impression that I was registered to vote in Pennsylvania but wasn't? Well guess what? Mothereffers sent me something yesterday saying that I'm registered to vote in Pennsylvania. Where the freak was this when the primary was coming up?! If I would have known that I wouldn't have done an absentee ballot because Pennsylvania needed the votes more than New York. Suckers are lucky Obama got Pennsylvania. But really, if Barack Obama becomes the next president of the United States (I like saying that) I honestly think I'm going to cry. Then again I might not just because I said I would (lol) but even so I'm going to be overwhelmed and repping Obama HARD tomorrow. Well that's all I have to say tonight. I think I'm going to go to the Student Center for a viewing party. No cooking for me...yesss!!!

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Nobody But Me

Based on the title you can probably tell this post is based on Lloyd's new song, "Nobody But Me". If you haven't heard it it's on the playlist. I haven't really heard any good reviews about it, but at the moment it's my favorite song; possibly because I feel like it's describing the situation I was in...maybe even am in (hope not...). In fact, it's on repeat right now...so listen to it and let me know what you think (...I know that's not going to happen lol). Anyway on to the next subject. So the man that Lloyd is speaking on behalf of has finally decided that he wants to go back to normal on me. I've never spoken about him, at least I don't think, so let me give a quick summary of the past 2 months. Everything was great until we had two problems within the first 3 weeks that could have been over and done with quickly but he unnecessarily takes about a week to think about a minor issue (first negative, especially when the 2nd problem was because of him). But like I said we've had really good times, so we could say last week was in between (we've had better and we've had worse) and this week I feel everything's getting back on track. However, there's another guy in the picture. At first I wasn't even thinking of him like that but now... I always get myself into these situations; I have guys who I just consider to be friends that what to be with me and I know they would be a better choice as a boyfriend or love interest but there's always something that doesn't attract me to them. This time might be a little different...::sighs:: we'll see what happens. I only get one comment per 20 posts lol but I would like to hear what ya'll think I should do. I mean of course nobody but me can make that ultimate decision, but I like suggestions. Thanks a billion in advance!!!

Sidebar: I have no words for this one. Dude is on point too, until about the last minute...ok those are the only words lol ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ifGHUfR5Ks
Second thing: I need some ideas for what to be for Halloween...I'm not getting a costume, so it's need to be someone I can be with the clothes in my closet...thanks a billion again!!!

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

And the Theme of the Day Is...

Recklessness...don't even know if that's a word but it's going to be for today. There have been numerous accounts of recklessness today that were just plain uncalled for. First let's talk about the fact that it was 48 degrees this morning and I could count twice on both hands how many people were out in either a t-shirt, shorts, or a skirt (WITH no type of leggings or tights). The worst one was this chick had a t-shirt on but had a hoodie in her hand...her HAND people. I mean really, what was the point? So you can put it on when it gets cold? NA SON, its freaking cold; put that shit on NOW. Reckless act #2: So cafeteria management decides they want to have a new concept called "the balanced way", which basically consists of a way to get people to eat healthier. Now the concept is all good. The problem is I believe they've changed all the food stations to follow this new method. It's one thing to give me an option but forcing me to do so is unacceptable. For one thing the french toast has nuts in it; mind you there's no type of sign or indication that let's you know this...I feel a lawsuit coming on. Next on the list: accounting class. I was supposed to have a test today but nooo that just wasn't going to happen. Let's say there's 300 people in the class. About 150 people received a test that didn't have enough pages so the TA's had to switch all those tests, leaving me with no test at all. And I was just 1 out of let's say 75 people, hence the postponement of the test. And I stayed up all night for this ish?! I kind of feel bad about this next one but I have to do it so we'll just make it quick. One of my friends had a suit on today and he looked very nice I must say. But you know how the pants rises when you sit? Yeaaa, it was like that when he stood up. Ok reckless act #5: my girl Tiff decides she randomly has a taste for salt. So what does she do? What anybody else would do; grabs not 1 but 3 packets of salt and goes to work. I promise I've never seen such a thing. And last but not least I just noticed today that there is a cupcake that has been on my kitchen counter for the past week. My roommate, who's here pretty much 24 hours out of a week, always leaves some baked good on the counter every week. The rest of my roommates and I don't know if she leaves it for us since she's never here, but she doesn't talk to us so we're clueless. But I mean it's been a week. I could've eaten the cupcake looong time ago. Granted I prefer vanilla frosting to chocolate frosting but I'll live with it. I personally think she's teasing us, which isn't right because I haven't done anything to deserve such treatment...yet. Anywho that's all the reckless acts for the day. I'm off now. Oh, I will admit it was reckless that this is the first time I've written a blog in almost two months. So Sorry. Awwww man I just remembered the most reckless act of THE YEAR. I promise this is the last one. There's this guy that goes to my school, that Tiff an I are friends with on Facebook. Ole dude will not leave us alone. As soon as your behind signs on this negro is already talking about "wat's up"....and I mean AS SOON. First of all I've ignored his tail 'bout fifteen times; you don't get the idea yet sir? He needs to be banned from Facebook Chat. He's basically the "Can I Have Your Number?" guy from MadTV. Dude is a PROBLEM!!! Alright, I'm done.

it's been real peoplez ---> DUECES

R.I.P. Jana Alleyne

I just received the devastating news that Jana Alleyne, a childhood friend, passed away on Wednesday. I believe that I am lucky enough, with all the craziness going on in the world today, to have her be the first friend of mine to leave us on this earth. It makes it harder to digest being that the police believe that she committed suicide. She was found hanging from her ceiling, however the police claim that it would have been impossible for her to do it based on the way she was hanging. As bad as it may sound, I hope she was killed because there is no forgiveness from suicide. I can't imagine how her younger brother feels though; he was the one that found her. As I've already expressed to them, my condolences go out to the family

R.I.P Jana

What the Heeeellll??

Soooo I got my braces off today. Yaaay, yaaay...blah, blah, blah, wateva. You know those suckers weren't even going to take them off. I'm sitting there in the chair, after waiting a freaking hour, and the head orthodontist comes over and tells his assistant some b.s. about doing some adjustments to my rubberbands. I said what the hell?! So I told her quick that I was told that I was getting them off today. She asked me a few more questions and then realized that Dr. Bythewood was a little off his rocker today. Then I had to wait another half hour to finally get done what I should have in the first place. For anybody that wants to know if the process hurts the answer is yes and no. For the most part it doesn't, but they had to scrape off the glue which felt like I was getting my teeth pulled on my bottom middle teeth. That was enough pain to settle for having my braces on forever. It feels weird without them though. If you've ever had gum and stuck it underneath your top lip to act like it was a grill or braces when you were a kid (clearly I have lol), then you know how I'm feeling right now. I haven't felt my gums in almost five years so it's probably going to take me a week or so to get used to it. Now don't even get me started on the positioner. Besides the fact that it tastes like rubber (that can be fixed), I CAN'T FREAKING TALK. The fricking thing is like a mouth guard. Maaan this isn't looking good for me. I'm not supposed to wear it if I know I'm going to be talking alot. Well looks like I won't be wearing it.

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

For the Moment

This entry was supposed to be about my mom and how she pissed me off while I was down in North Carolina, calling me selfish and then turns around acts the same way. But we'll talk about this another day because she just did something really nice for me and I feel bad. Trust me I know there will be plenty of days when she'll make me want to write what I originally wanted again. And my sister says I have no heart or soul...watev.

its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Never Cease to Amaze Myself

Well camp ended the Friday before last. Last year I would be jumping for joy, but this year it was a bittersweet ending. As you know I had rising third grade boys for the most part compared to my second grade girls last year. And I must like boys better or something because surprisingly I miss them...well the ones that I liked. One of my kids, and my favorite, Richie, asked where I was going to be working next year. I told him I didn't know, but it wouldn't be here. When I asked him why he said so that he could come visit me. That actually made me want to come back next year...for a few minutes. And then I snapped backed to reality. Richie's not even coming back next year anyway. But say I was to think about it, let's weigh out the pros and cons. Pros: 1. love some kids 2. you get some really good laughs from kids falling, the crazy ish they say, etc....umm yea so let's do the cons. Cons: 1. get paid under minimum wage 2. tired as hell everyday 3. getting a tan = blacker than black 4. I have like 5 bruises 5. getting paid UNDER MINIMUM WAGE. So yea looks like the cons list wins. But knowing me, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up back there czu I have no type of luck. Guess we have to wait to find out.

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Untitled

This entry isn't particularly an entry. more like an introduction. Since I've been gone for a while I have so much to talk about. So what's more pleasing to the eye? One long ass novel or a few mini ones that you can come back and read later? I'll take a few mini ones for 500 Bob. You know I take a few breaks when I'm getting carpal tunnel...you guys can take some popcorn breaks. It all works out. Soooo I'm taking that first break now...be back in a few luvs.

its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Don't Push Me, Cuz I'm Close to the Edge...

One more week and Hofstra Summer Camp is over...but I think I'm going to lose it before then. Originally I had nine 8-year-old boys in my group, all bad or annoying in their own way. Elliot and Tommy have their little tiny things every once in a while that's not worth mentioning. Anthony is impatient, Robby plays too much and cries for nothing, and Richie fights for no reason...but these are just minor things; them I can tolerate because their faults aren't often. On the next level is Spencer, Julian, Fabrice, and Joshua. Spencer's lil fat behind is just plain nasty. Every five minutes he's talking about doo doo, tryna kiss the guys, just plain annoying the shit out of everybody in the group. Julian's voice alone is enough to make me lose my mind; he sounds like he's whining but that's his regular voice. That and he likes to ignore me, I think he's starting to get the hint that I'm going to punch him in his freaking mouth if he keeps playing with me. Freaking Fabrice is just simply hardheaded...makes no dang sense. Now Joshua, this guy cries at the drop of a freaking hat. He comes crying to me all the time talking about somebody hit him when it turns out it was by mistake and he knew that too. Besides that he tried to tell me what I NEED to do on multiple occasions...actually it might have been just once but that one time was enough to piss me off like no other. I basically asked him " who in the world you think you talking to?" and that was enough to help him fix his face. Compared to this week though, I had it made in the shade. Fabrice left with the end of the last session and a new kid got added on. Well he's new to the group but Robert Peskoff isn't hardly new to the camp. He used to be in my friend Joe's group and he pissed me off then; how do you think I feel now? No lie, it literally took me fifteen minutes to get this kid inside after my group already left. As soon as we get outside this guy drops his bag wherever he freaking wants, kicks off his shoes, and takes off running...never in the direction the group is going though. He's one of those kids that thinks he can do whatever he wants and nobody can tell him any different. I mean I'll see if he still feels the same way after I fracture his jaw ::cheesing::. There's so many things I want to do to this kid it's not even funny. I tried to trip him while he was running but Joe wouldn't let me (jerk). The other day I was going to take the water that dripped into this cup and throw it in his face but I didn't have enough to do it by the time we left. And the other counselors know not to let me have any balls in my possession while I'm near him because I will launch it at the back of his head and laugh in his face when he's trying to get up. But you know what, Robbie is not nearly as bad compared to my new kid Kobe. Kobe is a manipulator and thinks I don't know, but guess what sucka I DO. And he talks to you like you're stupid. His old counselor (who I cannot stand) tells me "Oh you have Kobe? He's a handful, you'll have trouble with him." I told her straight up, "No see I scream on my kids when they act up, you just lollygag." Little muthaf'er don't know that I'll knock the shit outta him...or have Richie do it lol...naa I'll do it; I've been told I need anger management classes anyway, maybe this way I can go for free. If you hear that I got arrested for assault, you know why.

The "Family" Meeting

Had a "family" meeting last night to discuss reasons why my sister and I aren't fans of my father's girlfriend. This so-called family consists of my two younger sisters, Tiffany and Domonique, my dad, my brother (not biological), Sean, and then Gina, the girlfriend. Let's start with some background information. Gina and my dad have been together for the past, mmm I don't know, let's say fifteen years. Basically I don't like her annnd she's dumb. I don't like her because of the way she used to treat Tiff for the majority of the years that we went to my dad's house. She always did things for us but it seemed like everything she did for Tiff was forced. She's even said multiple times, "I do a lot for you girls, for your father," which is basically saying I do things for ya'll to make myself look good in your father's eyes. So even with me I felt like she did things because she really wanted a girl, which she also admitted to. She's dumb for a whole other reason though. My dad has another girlfriend who, contrary to what Tiff and I thought, she knew nothing about up until a few months ago. Even so she thought he was cheating on her since basically forever, doing stakeouts and bugging my dad's car (pure comedy to me). Besides that she talks mad shit, saying that she's going to leave him all the time if she found out that he was cheating, which would be fine by me. Wellll clearly she isn't going anywhere. But anyway about two months ago, out of rage. my dad told her that Tiff and I hate her guts; completely not true, we don't like her, but we don't hate her. Now that almost ruined our relationship with our brother and sister, which was the thing that bothered me. That and the fact that Tiff and I were the bad guys for something that we never even said. According to Sean he knew nothing about this situation, but when we called him and let a message for his birthday Gina calls my dad saying, "That was nice of the girls but Sean doesn't feel like being bothered." And then Domonique goes to the camp I work at and was just giving me attitude for no reason. As far as a relationship with Gina goes, if one doesn't exist I couldn't care less. Well turns out Sean never said that, he didn't even get the message because he didn't have his phone. And Domonique is only nine so she feeds off of how her mother reacts to things, and Gina is very childish. So we had this little stupid meeting at the park and I have to be reeeeaalll honest with you, I almost laughed in Gina's face when I first saw her; she dyed her hair blonde or something so she looks like the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz, just as she did a few days before when I saw her but every time you she it is like the first time. Anyway at the meeting everybody said their peace, well Gina more than anybody else (freaking talked forever). I was extremely proud of myself czu there were many times when I was going to say something, but that would have made the situation worse, so for my dad's sake I kept it to myself. He's not always so lucky though. Anyway the conversation ended on good terms with the exception of Gina's unnecessary comment to my father ("I'll hug the girls but I'm not hugging you"...really though? and in front of Domonique, who copies everything her mother does? and she did, so she wouldn't hug my dad after she already did before her mother's comment...shame) and Domonique's comment to my dad (a simple "calm down" but nobody in their right mind is going to say that to their parents). Domonique's attitude and personality was another issue that was brought up, but that's another topic for another day. As far as I'm concerned I still don't like Gina. Luckily for her I'm nonchalant person most of the time so if she's around it's watev. Just hope she doesn't thing we're friends now....sorry.

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

"If This Is What 2008 Girls Are Like I Want To Go Back To '07"

Woooow...is the only word I can use to sum up the circus that I witnessed yesterday. This story is about the same guy I talked about yesterday, so let's give him a name...we'll call him Eric. Yesterday Eric had a barbecue, which I was debating if I should go since he pissed me off the other day but I was with his "sister", Candace, so I had no choice. I'm glad I went though. From what I've previously been told, he has this girl, Lisa, who's pretty much in love with him that he has absolutely no intentions of being with and has told her this IN FRONT of people on numerous occasions. Well she was there last night all hugged up on him until she got fed up with him since he was calling her another girl's name all night. Eventually he was brought upstairs since he was so done off. The entire night he was either making references towards me or his ex-girlfriend, who he's still in love with, and on top of that he was disrespecting Lisa the entire time. Mind you, she was taking care of him and cleaning up his throw up. Did she leave though? No. She acted like she was because he tried to kiss me in front of her then smacked her right after, but as my girls and I soon found out, her attempt at leaving was a part of her "show". She came back in like a half hour only for him to tell everybody, "I get pussy all the time from whoever I want, including you." The whole smack in the face would have been the last straw for me but that right there was just outrageous. She's lucky it was just us girls that were around because his friends would have hyped it up and made it worse. Eventually you couldn't feel sorry for her because for one, I heard her say something to the effect of, "I'm the only one and everybody knows that". Well lady you might want to tell Eric that because he clearly thinks otherwise. Besides that, supposedly this isn't the first time he's treated her like this. My thing is, what are you still sticking around for? You know he's never going to "wife" you and he's going to keep disrespecting you because you are condoning it by always coming back. As far as I am concerned, last night was pure comedy to me. Candace gave me absolute permission to go off on him today but I could care less so much that I can't even be fake mad about the situation. However, I WILL bring it up when he says something that irritates me, which is often so I will have to break it up in pieces. All I know is that I hope I never get like that over a guy. In the words of Candace, "If this is what 2008 girls are like I want to go back to '07."

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Who's Getting the Last Laugh?

So yesterday this guy I'm talking to (well thinks we are) tells me he's going to stop by. He gives me no time frame and I wasn't dressed so I get up and get ready in case he come anytime soon. By the time I'm finished I see he sent me an instant message saying come outside. The dialogue continues with, "coming"..."hurry up"..."don't rush me". Now by the time I put my shoes on and get outside this dude pulls off. He claims I took to long. Does this sound ridiculous to anybody else? Now my thing is first I took no more than 5 minutes to come outside, which he's lucky for even that since I didn't know when he was coming and I typically don't move for another 10 minutes. Second he randomly dropped by, you can't just be doing things like that anymore. What if I was in the middle of doing something. Once again, he's lucky I was even ready that quick. Come to find out, he tells a mutual friend about this event and she says she was convinced he was waiting for at least an hour. This is just one reason why I could never be with this guy. Good thing for me, I'm just talking to him for my entertainment. I know that's wrong and messed up and I completely agree with that and I wouldn't do it...if it was someone else. But this man is cocky, arrogant, and thinks the world revolves around him, so I feel no remorse. Plus I'm completely convinced he just wants to fuck me...too bad it's never happening.

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Apologies Are Due

So I've found out the truth about my so-called "date". Turns out it wasn't, dude was just trying to chill, which is what I originally thought but watev. Apparently people are as flirtacious as I am without knowing it. Sorry to the person I offended. I never meant to come across as mean as I did, to me and my friends it just sounds funny, but guess not. I typically won't say anything either unless I understand why someone would get mad at what I said and I do right now. But as far as saying all I have to say about this issue, I'm not one to express what I have to say thru a middleman, (IF I want that person to know, which is the case) that being my blog. But this is part of my peace offering.
it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Recklessness

Want to hear something funny? So Raggedy-Ann hits me up last night saying that he saw me the other day and that I lied to him and said I was no longer in Philly, which never happened. I have no reason to lie to him and if I did tell him I was back in NY it was probably the weekend I went home, which was probably the case, but since he's a weed head he more than likely couldn't decipher everything I said. But that's not the funny part. The funny part is this idiot suggested that we participate in an extra-curricular activity together; specifically "hot summer sex". "LMAO right," was my response. His response, "So does that mean yes?" See what I mean...weed head. I told him it means "you're not serious with your life." You know what this man had the nerve to say to me? " Oh ok, that means yes because you don't have self control, so what time should I come?" I had to stop and really laugh at the boldness of this human. (And I do have self control...just got it, but that 's beside the point.) By the time I regained my composure I confessed that he could come anytime he wanted but suggested that he bring something for him to get comfortable in the lobby of my apt with. He didn't even get offended...shows how much of a derf he knows he is. He kept insisting that he come over until I told him I was on my period then all of sudden it was, "I don't care. I just want to kick it." So you badger me for at least 45 minutes about having sex when you really just want to chill...right, and I'm a dumb white man from Texas. So my pride, my common sense, and devious side argued with each other as to what I should do. Either let him come over to prove that I do have self control, tell his behind to stay home, or let him sit in the lobby for hours while I claim every few minutes that I'm coming to let him in. But then he went off on a tangent, telling me that he just got a dog. 1. I don't care 2. I don't like dogs and 3. I don't care. And I told him all three of my feelings so that's where the conversation ended (thank you). Even to this moment I don't know which part of me would have won that argument but I'm happy that I never had to come up with a conclusion in the end. I'll probably hear from his behind in another few days since he unfortunately keeps popping up. ::rolling my eyes:: What joy!

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Can I Live?

Been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump off...sorry couldn't resist lol. Anyway I have no explanation for my small hiatus so let's just skip that part. Lately I've been really stressed out. In a nutshell, there's too many guys trying to talk to me right now. Thought I would never see the day when I could honestly say that. The problem is that I have a hard time turning guys down. I feel like the only way for me to do so is to be mean which I fully know how to do but I don't want to (unless the guy is a dick then it's a must). Because of this I'm nice for too long which tends to lead dudes on. First example, this guy Jason (changed name). I basically had one conversation with the guy and he thinks I'm interested in him...get real. He asks me for my number and like the idiot I am I give it to him thinking he's just asking since he's always having parties. And since it's summer and no one's around I'm more lenient with distributing my info; one of the biggest mistakes of my summer. He was constantly calling me, inviting himself over and what not, which I quickly told him it's not happening. Took me about 2-3 weeks to get rid of him and that only happened czu I told him just let me know whenever he's having a get together me and my "boyfriend" will come over. The "boyfriend" is a whole 'nother story for a whole 'nother day. So I guess you can say that I was very happy to get rid of him but then another one comes along. Now the story of , we'll call him Tyshawn, is a tricky one. I pretty much got swindled into going on a date with this guy. He asked me to go to the city with him and at first I was going to say no but then I figured it would be fun since it was random. It wasn't the first time I chilled with him before either, both of our roommates are usually around but they were both busy so I thought that's why they weren't invited...WrOnG!!! I finally figured it out, 2 hours into the outing, that this guy thought that I thought I was going on a date. Now I had full intentions on paying for my food but he had other plans. That's when the day when from fun to uh oh. Suddenly I was trying to find ways to let him know that he was on a one way street that was nowhere to be found on my map. And I thought he got it until he told me that he's persistent. "Shit!!" was all I could think of. It was just too much for me. I just finished getting rid of one annoying guy, can I get a fucking break?! I had to run home to escape Philly, which turned out great with the exception of me catching a cold on the way home. However, there was one idiot that I had a small conversation with on the way home that found himself trying to add his behind on the list of guys trying to talk to me but I easily shut him down czu he called himself being cocky and didn't know that I could see through his fake persona. I don't get it. I show absolutely no interest to these guys, all I have to say is "hi" and they think it's an opening. Pish posh negroes, PISH POSH!! Anyway, everything's all good now, besides this stupid cold, FRICK!!

it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Yes We Can!!!

I was supposed to be going to sleep early today but the excitement that I have from the news I just heard is keeping me up. I don't mean to sound cliche', but yes, history has been made. For all that don't know, Barack Obama has won the democratic nomination!!! But the feeling I get isn't just of happiness or victory, it's a mix of emotions. First let me say that I am in complete shock. Not to say that I didn't think he could do it, but in this country that I call home the odds were completely against him. See the United States of America is a country that allows for a black man to be shot 50 times because of the color of his skin but still claims to be racially equal. Well let me break it down for you. This is how the totem pole works :white man..........white woman...black woman, black man (the last two are vice versa depending upon the situation). So for this country to allow a black man to beat a white woman, in anything, that's really saying something. Do you understand that the only thing in the way of Barack Obama, a black man, from running this country is only one person...just one other nominee. Any other time that you heard of a black man running for president he was at the bottom of the barrel...pulled out quicker than Rudy Giuliani. Besides the shock, I feel an immense sense of pride. I'm proud of the influx of black people that came out to vote for this election. Don't quote me on this, but I believe this has been the largest recorded turnout of black voters. I'm especially proud of my generation. I think , no I know, that we played a major role in helping Barack Obama obtain the presidential nomination. If we weren't voting than we were spreading the word somehow, some way. And I'm proud of Hillary Clinton for getting as far as she did. Even though, according to my "totem pole" she is regarded higher than Barack Obama, she is still a female running in a typical male field, so I applaud her for that. Anger is also a part of my list of emotions. Clearly I don't feel angry because of the outcome of the events, I feel angry because I personally didn't do everything that I could have to help the person I want to run my country. I'm witnessing a part of history, but I wasn't a part of it. I had at least two chances to partake in this historical event, although my lack of participation wasn't necessarily my fault. I didn't vote, for reasons that were already discussed in a previous blog (I'd rather not go over the details again, I'll just get even more irritated), and I also had the opportunity to help in voter recruitment, but I never received a call back. Regardless of the fact that both of these opportunities were out of my hands I still feel some type disappointment in myself, because I believe that there was something else that I could have done, even if it wasn't in front of my face there was something. All I know is that I will be the first person on that line on Tuesday, November 4th...might even do an absentee ballot, it'll get there quicker. But most of all I'm ecstatic. I'm so happy I could cry...literally, but all my other emotions are keeping me from doing so. Barack Obama has won the Democratic presidential nomination. I keep saying it to myself but it seems so surreal. To think that a change could really be coming. I mean in no way do I expect it to happen overnight but we are making progress. Just to think that one day there will be no such thing as racism or sexism or religious intolerance because we won't teach our children what these words mean, let alone how to practice them. With all the crime, inequality, and indecency that goes on in this country I used to think that it was far from the day that would come when I could hold my head up high and be proud to say that I am an American. I can't express how it feels for me to say that that day has finally come...well there goes that tear.

...its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Where Was the Icee Man?

Almost had a horrible day yesterday...all because the freakin icee man wasn't around. Let's start at the beginning. I was coming from my daily gym class and had an urge for a Snicker's Ice Cream Bar (if you've never had one then you haven't lived) from the 7-11 across the street. But then I saw someone with an icee looking good as I don't know what and figured it would be a better choice anyway since I did just come the gym. Usually there's an icee cart parked in front of the Student Center, which is on the way home, but the freaking guy wasn't there. By that time I was feigning for one so I just decided to get a slushie. So I went to the other 7-11 on campus because it was closer...as usual, that was a...yes fill in the blanks, a BAD IDEA. I get there and my stalker is standing there at the register. You talking about somebody running to the back of the store. Man, I was out. I acted like I was fixing my headphones to block my face...got to think quick on your feet. I don't know if he saw me, but based on his previous history of striking up an unwanted convo with me every time he sees me, he didn't. That could have been a tragedy...all because the icee man decided to not be around...jerk.

P.S.: Got a new "white peoplez" jam..."If I Never See Your Face Again" by Maroon 5. There's two versions, the other is featuring Rihanna. Personally I prefer that one but the regular version is still good.

...its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Drained

So I had this whole big story to tell you guys but I'm too tired to use the energy to replay it in my mind. Therefore, it's going to have to wait til tomorrow...just stopped by to say hi to whoever's reading this. I'm about to knock out. I think this is the earliest I've voluntarily gone to sleep since 9th grade. And with that said I'll probably find something on TV that will keep me up to at least 2 as usual. Whatev...at least I'm getting in the bed.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Be Careful What You Wish For

So one of my thing I want to do before I die is to have a white boyfriend. I used to want the type that was black...not "acted" but the type when that's really how they are, which is funny because my two white boy crushes are Paul Walker and Shia LaBouef (so fine). Well there's this white kid that's been trying to talk to me since October. He asked me out on a date a few times and I turned him down all those few times. His personality isn't good enough to make up for the fact that he isn't cute,and he doesn't have the looks to make up for the fact that he's annoying. Then Winter Break comes around and turns out he's staying in a town 15 min away from me in Long Island but he's from Brooklyn. So as expected he suggested that we met up on a number of occasions, and I suggested that we not. And then turns out when my family and I go out for my sister's birthday he's at the restaurant. I mean really...can I get a break? So as you can imagine I spent 87% of my time there hiding from him since he was facing my direction. Thank goodness he didn't see me. The next semester I didn't see him at all. I thought he left school. I was ecstatic...do you understand me? ECSTATIC! But then my dreams crumbled 2 weeks before the semester was over and I basically walk right into him. False alarm though because he didn't stalk me after that. False alarm right? False alarm my tail!!! Last night he hits me up like "aye you". Not you again. What have I done to you? What have I done? I'm gonna go cry about it czu it's the only way to escape.

...it's been real peoplez --->DEUCES

Get Over Yourself

Hey ladies!! I know I've been gone for a minute but it was finals week and then I only had five days to chill at home (even though there were times when I wasn't doing anything but whatev, that's beside the point) before I returned to Philly for another dreaded six week of classes. But let's talk about a little part of my "break". So my ex and I are pretty close judging from the fact that we didn't talk for like 3 or 4 months after our breakup and when I'm home we usually chill alot. Unfortunately I have no self-control and he can't keep his hands to himself, therefore to my dismay we always have "relations". But that ish was NOT happening this time, he repulses me sexually now. Basically I refused to chill with him at his house. I mean I haven't seen him in a while so I guess I owed him a "hi", especially since he's always crying that I don't call him, so we went to McDonald's. They were giving out their new Southern Style Chicken Sandwich for free. By the way did yall get on that?...probably should have put out an announcement, sorry about that. Anywho back to the story. After our trip to free food town he dropped me home and then called a few hours later to pick me back up. But while I was waiting for him I changed my mind, didn't feel like putting up a fight all night. I tell him I don't want to come over anymore, I don't feel good (lie) and he's like yea ok I'm coming to get you. What part of "I don't feel good?" do you not understand? I told him, you can come if you want to but you're just going to sitting outside czu I'm not coming out...PISH POSH!! So he hangs up the phone on me, czu he's a child, but calls me back in like an hour talking about "I could've made you feel better". No,no you couldn't have, you just would've made me throw up. The next night I went through the same thing, except this time I never had any intentions in the first place of chilling with him that day. It was basically the same exact conversation all over again...and he hung up on me again. I don't even care czu he thinks everybody's supposed to do what he wants, when he wants so he's probably still crying in a corner because I'm not. I should probably text him and tell him that I don't care czu I think he forgot. Yea I think I'll do that now, it would brighten up my day.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Thought I Had Some Luck...

Took the bus for the first time from school today. Usually I would take the train...all three trains...but my dad insisted I take the bus so whatever. Well did I hit a stroke of luck for the day. My bus was at 12:01 and like an idiot I planned to catch an 11:54 train to the bus stop. I have no clue what I was thinking. I guess at the time I thought the bus was coming at 1:01...I don't know. Anyway I didn't realize this until this morning, a little bit before 11 when I was on my way to the ATM, and I was not packed either. Rushed my behind home, got packed in like 5minutes and was at the train station by 11:15. Now my girl, Tara,takes this bus all the time so she gave me all the needed instructions. I remember her saying something about the bus station being the first stop, the Market-East station, but these derfs on the Greyhound website said something about 30st station, which is the third stop so I figured she just mixed it up...WRONG!!! If I nerver called this chick to find the bus stop that was supposed to be across the street I probably never would have figured out I was at the wrong station, at least not in time to catch my bus. So with less than 15 minutes to spare I had to hop my behind on the subway. Messed around and asked the wrong people which stop I was supposed to get off; the first lady was talking too much about things that didn't even matter so I knew she did me no good, thank God for that last guy who finally gave me correct information. Finally I'm off with about five minutes to run up 80 thousand stairs and run across the street. But wait...there's more. Following the directions of one of the employees of CinnaBon, I went out the wrong door and couldn't find the bus station. Instead of was in front of freakin Chinatown. Meanwhile, Tara's in my ear like "What the hell are you doing?", understandably since I was lost all over the place. So I asked this mailman and turns out it was like the next building over to my right. Got on the line with less than a minute to spare, but it was longer then a mug. After a good amount of people get on I hear the driver say to another that there's almost no more room. How bout I'm the last person to get on, mind you there's mad people behind me. Yea that whole ordeal was pure luck. HOWEVER I get to Penn Station and it was all over. I got like a half hour to spare before my train comes so I go to get me a donut. Now it's bad enough theses suckers are $1.25, $0.45 more than a regular Dunkin Donuts, but then I take my Strawberry Frosted out the bag and it's like half the frosting missing....these jokers got me!!! So I'm already not too happy about that but ladies and gentleman, well ok ladies, do you know the Long Island Motherfreakin Railroad is now $14.00 for a round trip. Now I'm basing this off the fact that it was $13.50 since forever. you know I gave it the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe it's because Baldwin station is after Freeport station so they're charging an extra $0.50. No negro Baldwin is before so you know what...son these suckers got me. And to top it off I'm at my sister's high school's annual "Blue and Gold" show, where 48% of the show is white people proving more than ever before that they can't dance, 36% is bad acting, and 6% is for the few girls out of a good 200 that actually can dance. I'm falling asleep...not even joking you. But I figure the freakin ticket is $10 (!!!!!!...$15 at the door...for this crap!!!) so I mines well write a blog czu I need to stay up (good thing for sidekicks). However the fun has ended...my sister's team is up now so kind of have to pay attention.

...its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Temple Men

So I've come to the conclusion that 75% of Temple University's male population aren't worth ish. Either they'll wine and dine you while attempting to talk to your friend on the side or they're just plain and simply derfs. Frankly I'm getting really irritated with it. So much so that I don't even feel like talking about it anymore.

But on another note, my hair finally came out the way that I wanted it too (when it's curly), after trying to figure out what to put in or do to my hair for the past six years so applaud me........thanks.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Freakin Statistics

I haaaaate Statistics!!! Luckily for me the class I'm currently taking is the last Stat class that I'm being forced to take in my college career. Sounds like music to my ears. HOWEVER, it's a 3-hr class so it doesn't sound great until its completely over with. This is the most boringest (I know that's not word but that's how bad it is) class ever in the world. 1. My professor doesn't know what it means to let you leave after you've finished a test like a normal college professor. When the class is done to him it just means more time to teach...don't nobody want to stick when they're done, especially for that class. B. It takes 8 hours to get from 5 p.m to 6 p.m. I COULD NOT stay awake for anything today. The only way I even knew to wake up every once in a while is czu I kept thinking I was everywhere else but that classroom. And third, my so-called friend in that class does me no good. Half of the time he doesn't show up so I have to force him to, and even when he does he's texting people the entire time. Why don't I just do that right? Well uh I would if I had freaking reception. Annnnd he knows this so you would think he would care and actually try to talk to me right? As usual a "no" follows this question. Today wasn't any better either because he decided not to show up after he told me he was but he would just be late. "Blame it on mother nature" was his excuse. Well you can't blame mother nature for a piece of my soul dying in there, now can you? Whatever man, one more class left.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Another One of Those Nights

Tonight's another night when I really need to go out. I needed to get things off my mind but I'm sick and I've completely lost my voice, so no partying for me. But I'm starting to think that it's about that time for a boyfriend or something along those lines czu these lonely nights are coming too often. The main problem is every new guy that I've met recently, turns out there's something wrong with them. And everybody knows when you're looking for someone that's the least likely time to find anyone. Well I'm just waiting for that day when my time will come. Anyway, that was just a quick thought.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Fuck Buddies: Can't Do With Them...Can't Do Without Them

Sooo like a good amount of people in college, I have a fuck buddy...no let me correct myself, HAD a fuck buddy. Let's call him F.B. (very original, I know, thanks). He was playing too many games at the end of last year, so I had to cut him off on that level. Buuuut a girl has needs so I decided to give him another chance. Another bad idea (if you haven't noticed I tend to make a lot of those). Besides the fact that I have needs, I also started a rule, which I like to call "the boyfriend rule". Basically I'm not allowed to have sex with any guy unless he's my boyfriend; the only exceptions are dudes I've already had sex with, hence the bringing back of the ex-fuck buddy. So I foolishly decide to hit him up one night and tell him to come over. Does he? What do you meeean? That's a stupid question...of course he didn't. No sir bob, instead I got a play-by-play description of what he would do to me if he was to come over. What the freak are you telling me this for?! On a normal day I would just be like "well at least I know what I'm in store for", but I was horney as a motherfucker that night so I wasn't trying to hear that shit. He was officially cut off for good that night. Recently my roommate said she saw him hugged up with some chick and I thought it was probably just a friend czu I've seen him hugged up with a few chicks, so nothing new. Not that I really cared, I just needed to know in case I got real desperate one night...plus there's the fact that I don't dapple in homewrecking or messing up anyone's plans of moving in. Well anyway last week Katt Williams came to Philly, so your girl was definitely in there like swimwear on sale. But that wasn't even the highlight of the day; guess who was sitting RIGHT in front of me? Yea man, F.B. and his little girlfriend. Well there goes my confirmation. But I still wanted to say something to him about it...wouldn't be me if I didn't. Now we're up-to-date. So I saw him yesterday and asked if that was his girl, answer was yes. I told him I was happy for him (it's the truth, fa real) and I wished that I had someone too (also the truth depending on what day it is). And then the real stuff comes out; he tells me that's the reason he's been "staying away" from me. At first I didn't care czu I thought he meant recently, which didn't matter czu ain't nobody was thinking about him recently plus that would mean he's a faithful boyfriend, which I'm always happy to hear. But then right after I left him I realized he meant the last time I requested of his presence, you know the "play-by-play" night. You freaking derf!! (derf (noun):idoiot, loser, jerk, etc...you choose) So you mean to tell me that you had a girlfriend at that time?! And you couldn't tell me this?! Do you really think that if you told me you had a girlfriend I'd be like, "Uhh I don't care, still come over." No, you freaking idiot! That's my word, I'm going to have to start walking around with a sign that says, "I'm a female; therefore I think." Men: they're either too dense or too lazy to exercise their brains...too bad we need them every once in a while.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Marie Scutt: My Favorite Professor

Let's start off by saying that I am not a fan of English. Never have been and probably never will be. But then what does that matter since I'm currently taking my last English class. Well let me tell you, it matters alot since I have to spend 3 more classes with a woman names Marie Scutt, who calls herself an Intellectual Heritage professor...no excuse me, she's a teacher. If you can't tell by now...I don't like her. I'm convinced that she believes she's teaching a 9th grade English class. Had the nerve to tell us that she's getting irritated that people are getting up TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!!! Lady you better pish posh. You bet your bottom dollar ain't nobody cared worth 2 cents what she said. Then she has us in groups to figure out what a word means. Ok I'm exaggerating but still, usually when you have groups each group does a different portion of the questions right? Wrong, not with Ms. Scutt. She has everybody doing the same 400 questions then wants to get irritated when we're not done in 15 minutes. I mean really lady. Next to that I feel like I'm taking a history course every single class. Most of the ish she "discusses" are irrelavant facts that we really don't need to know for the course. She doesn't respond to emails and doesn't grade fairly on a midterm that's based on your OWN opinion. I think she thought after she told us it was based on our opinion that it was really based on hers. AAAANNNDDDD on top of all that, I can't really pay attention to anything she's talking about czu her "Color Purple" hairstyle is very distracting. Marie, I would really appreciate it if you would stop confusing the white people czu they thought we were out of slavery for a while now...don't think they're too sure anymore. But whatever, evaluations were today so she should be in for a rude awakening. I sign off with this last thought: Manipulation is a beautiful thing...I'll explain later.

...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

...Goodness Knows

Once again,in the saga of the life that is called Brittanee Charles, I've come across some disturbing sights today. Now you know, I'm minding my business walking down the street when I hoped my eyes were deceiving me, it was Raggedy Ann all hugged up on some chick, looking like they were both sad to see each other go. So I'm thinking, "I'm just going to see this dude everyday now." But no, to my joy and dismay, it wasn't him...in fact child was a girl. Now see I didn't realize she was a girl until I was right in front of her. All I could say was, "Goodness knows." For those that don't know, that means, "Oh my gosh!" Now see it didn't stop there. No, in fact my good people, I saw a few of these things in the next hour. Ummm I say "things" because I'm not sure as to what they would like to be called. Not a homophobe or trying to be rude, but don't want to offend anyone by calling them a "she" when they want to be called a "he" or "he" when they want to be called "she"...you get my drift. But then the cake wasn't taken just yet. I walked out of my apartment and what did I see? That's my word it was a drag queen. I actually think this girl was really a girl...but child was a monster. When I say monster I don't mean she was ugly, I mean she was big and tall...just huge in general. Speaking of people being ugly; goodness knows, did I see a bad looking child at dinner? Okay, enough of that czu I'm starting to sound really superficial and that's not me at all but it was bothering me.

Off topic thought of the day: I'm currently listening to Fall Out Boy's "Dance,Dance" and I can see why drummers' arm are mad toned. I always imitate the drums and my arms are killing me right now.

Awww man, this just happened so second off topic thought: Anybody that has the "Make a Baby" application on Facebook should know what I'm talking about. I requested for this guy that I used to talk to to be my baby's godfather and he's complaining, talking about "na, I want to be the baby's daddy". No negro you can not. If I wanted you to be the baby's father then you would have been around for the creation. Were you? no...so what does that tell you. I'm telling you man, dudes these days.
In conclusion, gays are the funniest people ever though


...it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

Fashion...To Each's Own

Yeaaa, I'm back again. But this is the last time for today...I mean unless I see something uncalled for at dinner...naaa I'll stop here, promise. This one is short. I just..(taking a deep breath)..I just want to know what you guys think about this. Sooooo people are just going to walk around with Jesus sandals and then have the nerve to make it a little stylish...fa real, fa real? I almost chocked on my Now n' Later at the sight. High school gym tshirts: sooo we're just rock it like its a regular tee. And I don't mean like you just throwing something on, I mean matching it with your outfit that you clearly took time to put together. I don't know man, I'm not feeling it too tough. And last, one of my bosses decides he wants to walk around with high water sweatpants today. Nooo not youuuu, not the only young black man in the office. I had to drop my head on that one. Anywho, just had to put that out there.
P.S. Him and one the team managers came back to the office with that "Oh shoot, we caught" look...if you get my drift. Not saying that something's going on for sure but I don't knooow. But I'll keep that to myself.

...as usual it's been real peoples ---> DEUCES

Liars...Not A Fan

Well today's election day in Philadelphia, where I currently reside. Hope everybody went or is going to go vote. Oh, oh did I vote you ask? No see unfortunately people lie, and they lie to ME. Originally I registered to vote in Pennsylvania, but then I realized I wrote a part of my address incorrectly so I was just going to do an absentee ballot from New York. To make a long story short I attempted to register for New York's primary too late. But I thought I was saved. People from the Pennsylvania State Dept kept calling me talking about I'm registered, so I'm thinking, I'm good. WRONG! A few days after the deadline I realized after looking on a website that I never received my voter registration card. Guess what people? The Pennsylvania State Dept lied to me! And of course, I couldn't do anything about it czu the deadline passed. Once again, Philadelphia/Pennsylvania, thank you for your hospitality.
The next liar: Ellen, my marketing professor. I have a group project due in this class and there was a form that I had to hand in that I just could not find. I ask this lady and she says its under Assignments on the New Shoes website (where the project took place). So I take my behind over to the Tech Center with my group (where we saw Raggedy Ann), pulled up New Shoes and did I find any such tab named Assignments?...no, czu Ellen lied. I looked everywhere. Eventually I found it on the pop-up site after ten freakin minutes of searching. I mean maybe she did give me the right information and I just didn't look in the right place. But I don't care because her directions weren't clear enough so I'm sticking with what I already said.

....it's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES

...Fa Real, Fa Real?

Sooo I'm going to (dang took me a minute to write that in correct english...sad lol) start off with something a little off topic. As yall already know I'm still mad today which is normal czu it usually takes me about a week to get over something of this caliber that is so ridiculous. Now I listen to my Ipod everyday at work, usually pick a certain playlist. Today I decided to go with my "Vent" playlist, you already know why, and I've come to a conclusion...it sucks. The whole playlist was basically sad love songs...I don't want to cry, I want to kick a negro in his forehead. Had stuff like "Heaven", "Listen", and "Heartbreak Hotel" playing...I don't want to hear that! But then my jam came on, well two of them, "Gettin in the Way" and "Caught Out There". Yes! Finally something I can restore my attitude with.

But anywho, on to the topic at hand. Today I went to the Tech Center (1 of the 5 times I've been there all year) and guess who I see...this Raggedy-Ann lookin motherfucker. So I walked right past him like I didn't see him and informed my girl, Tiff, of his presence. And like a normal friend would do she went to go grill him, without my permission. Now see I'm not the type to go do something like that, but if my friends want to, be my guest. When we left we went the same way as we came so this time we actually looked at eachother. I said "what's up" and kept it moving. "Smooth Britt", as Tiff would say. Ten minutes later I get a text message from none other than Mr. J (we will refrain from using full last names) himself, talking about "I was gonna give you a hug and everything but you were acting a lil stank." Oh no mam...OH NO MAM!!! ...fa real, fa real tho? I'm sorry, I genuinely am. Can I live life? Can I? Is it ok with you? I had forgot that everytime I see you I'm supposed to do cartwheels and wat not. PISH POOOSH!!! He's lucky he didn't offer me a hug, I liked to put my hood up on this negro. I mean really, I was in the middle of a convo and so was he. And how am I supposed to know how he's going to react when he sees me; therefore I kept it simple. Besides all of that, did this dude forget how our conversation went yesterday? He should be happy I even said anything czu I could have been like most chicks (no offense) and gave him the "eye". AAAAAND on top of all of that I have a cold, so I AM NOT in the mood anyway. Honestly I didn't want a hug from him anyway; give me some time to let my anger subside. Is that ok with you, sir? I'm convinced that the weed is slowly desintergrating his brain cells.



...it's been real peoplez --->DEUCES

....And the Saga Begins

..."Shorty said the nigga that she wit ain't shit,
shorty said the nigga that she wit ain't this,
shorty said the nigga that she wit can't hit..."

Normally I wouldn't do something like this, but I came across someone else's blog and figured why not? Plus there's also the fact that I'm kind of tight right now and when I'm mad I like to let out my feelings. Lately I've been feeling really confused about a this one guy. One moment he's acting iffy and the next he's seems to be feeling me. But the truth has come out today and I've come to the conclusion that he's full of BULLSHIT!! Why beat around the bush about something that shouldn't have to do with me instead of being up front about your feelings. I would respect him so much more as a man if he would have just told me the truth from the beginning instead of wasting my time. I'm not going to lie, I was really starting to like him but that's not even what pisses me off about this situation. It's the fact that his reason for not wanting to continue whatever we had is because I was after one thing. You're joking me right? After we both talked about wanting a relationship, not necessarily with eachother but in general, how could you come to that conclusion? My name is Brittanee Charles, not Boo Boo the Fool. If you don't want to talk then just say that and I will have to accept it. But don't make it seem like it's because I was giving you mixed signals because you are hiding something and had different intentions from what you originally said. I'm not 12 years old anymore; I don't play double dutch, hopscotch, Connect Four or any other pitty pat games, so I would appreciate if I wasn't involved in any. Right now I just feel like cursing someone out, well not someone just him. If I don't see his face for the next few months it might be too soon, which is expected anyway since he's always M.I.A. At the end of the day all I have to say is he better bring his behind and take me grocery shopping soon and not say shit to me while doing it! (Only czu I'm in dire need of food and he's the only person I know that would take me, hope that clears up the confusion). As for the above lyrics, you can use your imagination as to what it means.
....It's been real peoplez ---> DEUCES