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