Monthly Archives: August 2010
My First Day of School
My first day of school was interesting. Especially since my ex is in two of my classes. We were friends – good friends way before we were together. He left Ohio for a while; I forget why but I guess he’s back to finish school I guess. Of all places to come back to, he comes back to Cleveland, Ohio.
Anyway, that was one highlight of the day. I ran into my mother too. I haven’t talked to her or heard from her since around this time last year. She looked okay but she was pissed. She’s always pissed about something so it’s nothing new. Classes of course were a breeze because it was the first day. It’s not what I expected though. I expected the classrooms to be tiny and filled with ignorant people who was pretty much only there for the refund check from financial aid. They actually seems as if they want to learn. My ex of course is my math partner because he’s good at math so he’s going to help me with my math as much as possible. I really hate that subject. He’s also gone take me to the air show [maybe] Monday since school is closed and Tuesday is my birthday.
With one of my classes being early in the morning and the other one that day being late in the afternoon, I find walking back and forth to school to be tiresome but in the long run it will benefit me. Walking is good exercise. It’s just a good thing I don’t live too far from the school where it’s in a decent walking distance.
I pretty much had an okay day. I just hope I succeed.

Pregnant with Ex-Boyfriends Baby
Let’s say you have a boyfriend, that you love a lot. Certain circumstances in the relationship causes you to not see your
boyfriend as often as you like. You talk to him on the phone, or via internet; barely get to see him at all. His life is full of work and no play. Your ex-boyfriend see more of you than you see your boyfriend. As time go by and you see less and less of your boyfriend, during this time, your ex-boyfriend has pretty much moved in with you. Feelings begin resurfacing and one thing leads to another. You pick this day to lay down and have sex with him. Few weeks go by and your period haven’t come. Come to find out you’re pregnant. You’re not mad, or sad. You want to tell your ex-boyfriend the news, so you do. He’s really happy about the pregnancy and think you should come clean to the guy you supposedly love.
So you call him and he’s happy to hear your voice because his day have been tiring and you’re exactly what he needed to make his day better. You smile a little; you look down at your stomach and rub it. Before you can get a word out, he goes on and on about how much he misses you and wish he had more time to spend with you. He then goes on and say that you should move in with him. You sit there quiet and hope he doesn’t notice the awkward silence between you and him. He waits for you to respond; it’s only been 2 seconds since the awkwardness but it feels like minutes.
“Listen, can we meet some place? I really want to talk to you. We can talk about all of that then”. You get his hopes up and his day again has gotten that much better. You can feel him smiling through the phone. Wondering why he didn’t catch onto the uneasiness in your voice; you conclude that because since you guys were never really around each other, he was pretty much naïve to the fact. He sets up a day to meet and ends the phone call with “I love you” and “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you”. You hang up and you sit there looking at your cell phone, wondering if this was a good idea. “Maybe I should have just forgotten about him. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed I moved on as busy as he is“. It’s not guilt that’s driving you to do this but, morality. The guy loves you and you love him. As much as this will hurt him, you only feel that it’s right to tell him.
You’ve always had a special place in your heart for your ex. He pretty much never left your life; heart, body, mind and soul. For some reason, you can’t even recall why you left him but at the same time you know he’s ‘ex’ for a reason. At this point, that rule no longer apply. Your ex-boyfriend enter the room that was just occupied by you and your thoughts. He stood there with a concerned look on his face. You look up at him and smile. He walks over to you and grabs your hand. “Come on, it’s time for bed”. You let him guide you to bed and of course, it wasn’t really time for bed. He just wanted to make love to you again. Love; and bliss was in the air. It was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He whispers in your ear, “You’re my everything, I’m sorry and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I love you”. With that, you fall asleep.
The next morning, you wake up to the sounds of soft melodies on your favorite soul & R&B radio station. You sit up on the side of bed, stretch and prepare to break a heart. You contemplate over and over if this was the right thing to do while you’re in the shower. You finally set in your mind that it is after you’ve dried off and prepared to lotion up and get dressed.
You head back to the bedroom to kiss your sleeping lover a temporary goodbye. “I guess 8:30 in the morning is the only slot opened on his calendar today“, you mumble to yourself as you’re leaving the house. You’re walking to the park up the street; the same place where you met your boyfriend. You look around and don’t see him yet so you look down at your watch. “It’s still early, I guess I can either go back home or wait for him here.” You decide on the latter and found a bench to sit on. You look around and notice the park is pretty empty. There’s only an old woman sitting on a bench on the far side of the park knitting and a guy that looks like he’s in his late 20′s early 30′s playing fetch with his golden retriever. “I should have brought a book with me, time seems to be crawling by“. You grow anxious and impatient sitting there. By now you’re convinced to just stand him up and wait til he call later that day and tell him that way; or not tell him at all.
You get up and turn to leave the park because it’s 8:40 and you’re sick of waiting all to hear his voice calling you from the other side of the park. The old woman on the bench looks up at him with a take-your-ass-over-to-her-instead-of-screaming-and-waking-the-neighborhood-up, look. You walk to him and he gives you a hug but you barely hug him back. You smell his cologne and almost wanted to keep from breaking his heart. “It has to be done“. You sike yourself up in your mind to tell him. He suggest you go to a more secluded part of the park so you and him could talk. You find a nice quiet place next to the pond with a bench. You sit down and he follows. He’s grinning from ear to ear; so happy to see you. You can barely look at him, you really want him to stop smiling because soon enough he will.
Before he could get a word out this time you speak up. “Listen, I got something to tell you. I know this is going to hurt you but I really don’t care.” The smile on your boyfriends face immediate disappears. He sits and wait for the bad news. You inhale loudly. While you’re exhaling you nonchalantly say, “I’m pregnant, it’s not yours of-course, it’s my exes.” You look at him with no emotions expressed on your face. He look up at you and you could swear if pain was in living human form, he depicted it flawlessly. He stood up and you followed. He walks to the pond and skips a few rocks across it; you watch him. He walk back over to you and sighs, while rubbing his temples. “So, you cheated on me and you’re pregnant. Couldn’t you have told this to me on the phone?” You shrug your shoulders like some kid who just got caught stealing from a candy store knowing you had money to buy what you stole. You look down at your shoes thinking it’s time for a new pair. “I figured it would be better this way, you know?” He shook his head, reached in his pocket and threw a little box at you and walked away.
You pick up the little box, opens it to see an engagement ring inside. Tears well up in your eyes; now you feel guilty.
What happened?

A man SHOULD NOT know how to belly dance
Well at least not this damn good:
You cannot call yourself a thug – a man for that matter if you can belly dance like that. I can picture him in a gay bar than on his neighborhood corner roughing up someone who was late on pay. Call me a ‘hater’, I’ll be that.
Calling ‘Mook’ out huh? Something tells me this “Mook” person isn’t a girl…
All this guy have on his Youtube page is videos of him belly dancing. I mean I’m not convinced that he’s doing it to get the ladies. I seriously think he’s so deep in the closet, he’s having adventures in Narnia.

If you need a forklift to leave your house, I have no sympathy for you
Please save your “I’m fat because it’s a disease” excuses. There is no reason as to why people sit on their asses and do nothing but eat themselves to oblivion. You may have other problems as to why you’re so big you can’t leave your house but I’m sure you didn’t start that big.
I’m sorry if you get offended but you can’t blame anyone but yourselves honestly. Especially those who sit and do absolutely nothing to get rid of the weight. Drinking Diet Pepsi may ease the guilt but it won’t help you.
You want to get mad at people when you get charged for two seats when you fly, or get upset when you’re over the maximum capacity to ride a roller coaster but you’re too damn lazy to drop the damn burger.
Just look at it this way, you won’t be the butt of everyone’s jokes. You’ll be able to leave your house without a hitch. You won’t need that forklift at all. You’ll be able to wear leggings and spandex. Lets get one thing clear about that. Wearing spandex is a privilege, not a right. Anyway, you’ll be able to wear just about anything without it looking like you have midget’s stuffed in every nook and cranny.
If the reason as to why you’re fat is because you’re depressed, or you have low self-esteem; all that will go away when the weight go away. Getting bigger will not make it better. Also, just because your thighs and legs are the size of a baby hippopotamus doesn’t mean you’re ‘thick’. Yes, I’m talking to you fatty! You’re thick in a sense but not in the sense I’m describing. You want to know why they don’t use obese women in music video‘s? It’s because it won’t be any room left for anything else. You’ll take up the screen.
Let’s clear the airway, if you have a thyroid problem, or you’re full of tumors then you have my sympathy; but it’s not like you need it. There are those out there who don’t have any problem but an eating problem and they’re crying and bitching about being too fat. Drop the Twinkies and the Ho-ho’s and pick up a dumbbell. I know it’s easier to say it than to do it but if you aren’t doing a damn thing about it then it’s your fault.
If you’re one of those types that think being over-weight is sexy, let’s see how long you think that when you end up having a heart attack. Furthermore, there is no such thing as ‘big boned’, if anything that’s an excuse.

Kanye West & the Illuminati
The naive and religiously blinded believes every Tom, Dick, and Harry are apart of the Illuminati. Those who believe this have no clue to what the Illuminati means or what it is. They figure because they’re religious and the Illuminati is supposedly people who worship the devil, they think they can go around thinking their shit don’t stink.
People watched Kanye West‘s recent video ‘Power’ and just ran away with it. Immediately figured his video was some form of conspiracy. No telling if it’s true or not but does it really matter? If you’re of religious faith, shouldn’t you just worry about your own ass?
The video is “satanic” it’s filled with “hidden messages“. How do some of you sleep at night? Really I’m serious, from how this one character broke the video down to the last second [the actual song is much longer than the video by the way] I’m starting to wonder:
0:04 Illuminated eyes, hence Illuminati.
0:15 Head of Horus sun god against god/Antichrist.
0:24 Satanic horns.
0:26 No one man should rule, [God should not rule].
0:30 Clocks ticking counting down to 2012.
0:39 System broken school closed prison open=nuclear war/FEMA camps.
0:52 White man world=angel world, demons ruling it.
1:27 Swords combine to make masonic compass and pyramid with an all seeing eye which is on the dollar bill. Which is the Illumination’s sign.
Instead of paying attention to video or ‘moving painting’ as some put it, you should listen to the lyrics of the whole song which is 4:57 long.
I’m livin’ in the 21st century
Doin’ something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the ’80s, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his own theme musicNo one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the powerThe system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, ma’f-cka, we rollin’
Huh? Ma’f-cka, we rollin’
With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man world, we the ones chosen
So goodnight, cruel world, I see ya’ in the mornin’
Huh? I see you in the mornin’
This is way too much, I need a momentNo one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, f-ck that, the world’s oursAnd then they (Go)
And then they
And then they (Go)
And then theyf-ck SNL and the whole cast
Tell ‘em Yeezy said they can kiss my whole a-s
More specifically, they can kiss my a-shole
I’m an a-shole? You niggas got jokes
You short-minded niggas’ thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He know, he so, f-ckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind, but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catchin’ up with me
Takin’ my inner child, I’m fighting for it, custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my dia-mond-encrusted pieceNigga, no one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, f-ck that, the world’s oursHoly, powers, Austin, Powers
Lost in translation with a whole f-ckin’ nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama’s nation
Well, that’s a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of day, goddammit, I’m killin’ this sh-t
I know damn well y’all feelin’ this sh-t
I don’t need yo’ p-ssy, b-tch, I’m on my own d-ck
I ain’t gotta power trip, who you goin’ home with?
How ‘Ye doin’? I’m survivin’
I was drinkin’ earlier, now I’m drivin’
Where the bad b-tches, huh? Where ya hidin’?
I got the power, make yo’ life so excitin’ (So excitin’)Now this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything goNow this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything goNow this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything goNow this would be a beautiful death
Jumpin’ out the window
Lettin’ everything go
Lettin’ everything goYou got the power to let power go
Is Kanye West being a ‘devil worshiper’ paying your bills, putting food on the table, clothes on your back; a roof over your head? Right, thought so. If the Illuminati were truly in fruition, do you really think the would let an ego-maniac that is Kanye West any where near it? I think it’s safe to say that it was better off when people translated his video assuming he was some sort of king surrounded by half-naked white women.
Then again, religion and idiots never mixed. “So goodnight cruel world, I’ll see ya’ in the mornin’”.

Strange Children & Laps

I was on my way home today; I was riding the ‘HealthLine‘ by the way. There were a lot of people in the bus stop; more than normal. A lot of the travelers were women and had children and strollers. This one particular child was in a stroller sitting in front of her mother. I decided to sit down next to the mother and child; something I prefer not to do but I was really sick and not feeling good earlier and I really haven’t recovered much. Anyway, as I was sitting there the little boy just looked at me and stared, I smiled and then looked away. Then suddenly, the child start crying and he began reaching out for me. It was odd but not too odd, usually this is what happens when I’m around children. As odd as that sound, mind you I don’t really like children and I pretty much try to ignore them.
The boy started reaching for me; grabbing my knee that was within reach. The mother started laughing at her son because she knew what he wanted. She turned to me and said “he wants to sit on your lap”. I looked at her and just shook my head and said “I’m glad I’m not the only one your child does that to, usually I have kids wanting to climb on me all of the time like I’m some tree.” then looked away. Mind you, the kid was and I do mean WAS strapped in his stroller, the mother decided to take her son out of the stroller and hand him to me. My immediate thought was “I could be some damn lunatic and you’re going to just hand me your child so he can shut up?”, but I digress.
I took the child and sat him on my lap and continue to ignore him. He stopped screaming and everyone else who witnessed the fiasco thought it was cute, adorable, and funny. I found it to be stressful, annoying, and sweltering. I had on a long sleeved BLACK shirt, it was almost 90 degrees today, the bus stop was filled with people, I wasn’t feeling too good, and I have a spoiled child, sitting on my lap grinning. I just wanted it to be over with.

Nightclub City Glitch
My popularity for nightclub city jumped to 42949 from 138.
It got to be because I had a lot of celebrities in my club and it shouldn’t have been that low [138]. What’s wrong with this game? Also, I have to play this game in IE because it’s a hit and miss with Firefox.







