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