.x fuck yu

are yu cmn bck to me
i kno i said sme mean shit
i kno i hurt yu. but im nt in the
wrong this time. its yu tht hurt me
aftr all. i want yu to leave
but i dnt wnna be by myself
i dnt wnna regret mkn yu hte me
even though i hte yu rght nw
i kno ill always love yu.

so leave.
let my heart be
im nt tht important to yu aniiwaii.
if i cut off the sex
if i stopped doin shit fr yu
if i jus up and left
yu'd gt ovr me and mve on


so jus dnt cme bck

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.x my chevy

i dnt know if aniione knows
how it feels to hve the wrld
nt mke ...
sense
mttr
reality
life
... aniimore in a matter of
days everything yu feared
is cmn true. everythng
yu fought against is now
fighting against you.

win the battle
fuck the war
everything matters in
its own time. focus on
the perception of my
reality even though i
dnt believe in reality. i
think theres a here and
now but wht that all equals
is anyones guess. so to you
i say fuck yu and to me i say
fuck it.

fuck the reality

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.x decade of silence for

so im givin aniione who wants it, a decade of silence.

in other news im flippn bored. i hate when i wake up on a day when i hve nthn to do tht morning, and i cnt go back to sleep. its quite frustrating.

soap box moment:
sometimes i hate being me. i hate the fact that im so nice, so understanding, so pleasing of people. its just not my nature to be a bitch. ive tried and i felt so fake and pretenious doing it. ill nrver do it again. it makes me wonder, what real?
like me bein overly nice, caring, reserved, easily walked ovr, very impersonal, and stuff is me being me and being real.
but now-a-days everyobe expects everyone else to be this unrealistic cut out of
fake personalities. or maybe im just trippin.

ltr.

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.x Personification

soooo .... today was the wierdest daii tht i could have possibly encountered. my 11 o'clock was a look into iMDB with my professor and the columbine killer understudy. im truly bored shitless.

So, i hvnt bloggd in like four days ... why ... cause ive been a slave to my boss. And i've been studying fr once in my life.My classmates are a complete wreck. they crack me up.

Like 27 minutes ago I wanted to blog, but nw i dnt. i jus wanna go hme, snuggle under the big blanket wit my hunnie, eat Take the Cake Ice cream and watch movies ... and I will :)

ltr.

.x Farewell

so lets recap shall we?
so apparentlii there are two young girls that are loyal subscribers to Jamie's World. They are almost more loyal to me, my blog, and my life than i am to myself. for example, one young lady read almost every page of my blog in one day. another young lady reads my blog (from her phone) daily! i am truly amazed by the level of commitment these two young girls have exuded on me! One thing tht i dnt like isthat one of the girls is always personally hurt everytime i use the words slut, hoe, tramp, easy, booty call, triflin, or nasty. i kno these are commonly used words wen people describe yu but in the case of me, its nt about yu. i said all of this because i want these two lost, jamie-needing souls to fly away and hopefullii find another person thats as wonderful and interestong as me to leach onto. i kno my profound words and memorable life lesdons cannot be matched but i urge yu to try and move past me. i understand that some facets of my life(style) make yu jealous and im use to this. i just honestii and wholeheartedlii hope that yur life A.J (aftr Jamie) will be as just fulfilled and alot less pathetic. i earnestlii charge yu to throw yu and yur diseased goods at someone elses boyfriend and i (knowing yur well polished tactics) believe yu will be more readily accepted :) i hope no offense is taken to these words of encouragment that im offering. i wish you both well in your future endeavors or lack of. Thanks for being loyal readers for the past few weeks! yur wonderful and yur dedication is admirable.

to all of my other readers i will be changing my blog to a differet website. because i want those two young girls to move on and require a daily reading of my blog i will gladly supply yu with the url/name of my new blog if yu ask (email jharris304@rocketmail.com, text, call, facebook, whtever).

thanks guys!
Jamie Harris

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.x striped :)

i love my lil striped jacket. alotta ppl think its like a gay pride jckt but its nt. its jus stripy.
welp in othr news i jis turned n my grad app and i took Marzettes midterm annnnd WAKEFIELD IS TEACHNG SPECIAL TOPICS THIS YEAR ... YAYYYY!!!

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.x hair gel

so ... im twisting my own hair todaii ... im struggling. i must be honest wit myself and say ... i hve a big head. lol.

next thing i wanna say is ... ummmm i dunno.

well,  i have something to say. I, Jamie D. Harris, love Anthony L. Ware II. lol. tht is all.

well i tweeted fr the first time in two months yesterday. i dunno whyi tweeted, and of course my lil greedy  butt tweeted about food (gud ass Churros from my spot). my eyes hurt right now, just a random fact.

i cnt wait to be wealthy. one day i was discussin the difference between bein rich and wealthy. rich is just havng a lotta money, wealthy is hvn alot money invested.

um, idk why i blogged. but i did (arent yu lucky?)

well ... ltr gtr!

.x Kenny Britt

apparentlii he did verii gud in famtasy football todaii. congrats person!

aniiwho its official .... im gttn at least 3 new tattoos before christmas :) i alreadii kno what i want and everything. i jus gtta gt bck on my wrk out and gt bck right so i cn gt thm dne. wht are they?
a purple butterfly
a skeleton key
sme wrds (bet yu cnt guess the wrds) lol. but other than tht. im chilln. mah hunnii cme hme earlii todaii (yay) and brought sme canes (double yay)!! tht made my daii :)

in other news: i was washn dishes and thinkin (while listenin to "Finding Dakota Grey" by Tony Williams) and like a zillion random quotes cme to me. so ill share a couple with yu:

* never lend smethn out tht yu cnt afford to lose

* no man is worth losing yu self respect and morality over

* even the most brutal moments in history were filled with passion

* wlk yur own path ... none of the rest are quite right fr yu aniiwaii.

welp those are my little inspirational tidbits fr the daii. im off to give ViVi a bath.

ltr :)

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.x thank me later

First : i cnt sleep
Second: i added a bunch of new stuff to my blogs appearance. I added some buttons where you cn now email, facebook, twitter, googlebuzz, etc. my post to someone else! it makes it alot easier to share my awesomeness, yur welcome! (im tryn nt to be conceited).
Third, i have alot to write about.

lately ive been acting very out of character. or so i thought. i stopped to think, what does it mean to act out of character? does it mean that you do things that you wouldnt normally do? i decided that this was exactly what it meant. so i chronicled my "out of character" behavior. i decided that it was happening because i was frustrated and tired and i felt like i deserved to not be the bigger person for once in my life. okay. with that being said, i also thought about ways to keep things like this from happening in the future. i decided that i need something more constructive to do with my time. so i got a new journal and i decided that instead of typing my stories (which can take as little as 10/15 minutes to type two pages) im going to handwrite them. this way i have a more intimate relationship with my stories and i have less time. lol.

last night Cecile, Anthony and I went to an Art Show. It was really nice. I honestly didnt think i'd enjoy it as much as i did. But i loved the whole artsy atmosphere. there were two pieces that stuck out to me. one was an orange forest. i loved how the artist used one color in several different shades and hues to create art. i also liked this semi-3D piece that had a bird, a flower, and a vase and it had all different types of music written inside the leaves. idk whii i liked it so much, but i do.
also, the art show had a vagina on the door of the womens bathroom and a penis on the door of the mens bathroom. i like nude art. maybe imma freak, but i think its mostly because i like the open expression. i think im going to put up some nude art work in my house whenever we move into a house (soon hopefully).

well, im good now...
ltr

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.x Lets Talk About

lol, i was thinking bout the salt and peppa song ... i think its really random that spinderella was in the group, like am i too young to remember her contribution to the group? possibly so.

Aniiwho, im sittin in the library watchin these kids act a fool earlii in the morning (its 8:19 am to be exact) and it makes me shake my head in shame.

[note from me :) i hope that everyone who reads this blog reads it from start to finish because i really want alot of my black sistas to lemme know if im right in how i feel or if im waiiiii off target]

if you talk to some people, black women have it hardest in the world. first because we are a minority by being black and then we are a minority by being a woman. so, i can understand how over the years women have inately taken ownership of this "victim or villian" mentality. not to insult your intelligence or anything, i jus wanna explain this.

The Wester's dictionary definition of victim is:
1. a person who suffers from a destructive or injurious action or agency (ex. a victim of an automobile accident.)


2. a person who is deceived or cheated, as by his or her own emotions or ignorance, by the dishonesty of others, or by some impersonal agency (ex. a victim of misplaced confidence; the victim of a swindler; a victim of an optical illusion. )

so, you can see that based on those to definitions, we as black women really dont have any business considering ourselves victims of our circumstances (and by circumstances, i mean being black and a woman).
 
by the same token, we also dont have to be the villian. most times in society, black women think that if we cant be the damsel in distress then we must be the one causing the distress. this definition (though it doesnt have to be) often times rings true because we feel like we must exact revenge on those who've hurt us or  we must hurt the people who could hurt us before they do hurt us. its a sad story honestly. i am speaking from my own personal experience when i say that we as black women need to learn to be free and live. we need to stop letting the societal norms and the possible scrutiny of our "superior (males and whites) peers" put us in places where we feel like we cannot and will not succeed.
 
why am i saying all this? i think for a long time i suffered from this victim or villian disease. i felt like i was either a victim of my circumstances or a villian because of how i tried to change my circumstances. i have realized i am neither. i am simply a participant in my activities and a co-dictator of my life. i make choices based upon the situation before me. there is no right or wrong choice, there is simply a choice that best fits me and if that choice doesnt suit whoever is on the other side of it well then that is something that they will have to deal with for themselves. that isnt my responsiblity.
 
on to more relevant news, so the shebeast is up to her usual tactics, but i think its amusing. its funny how when someone knows they're wrong, they will do everything in their power to make you feel bad when in reality they are trying to make themselves feel better. so, since she was on i mission, i stirred her up a little yesterday and she went on and on about pretty much how much of a slut she is. its really sad. i think subconciously soceity has set alot of people up to fail. our society is so sex driven that alot of times people do things that are probably out of character for them all because of sex. maybe its me and im one of the few people that doesnt undersrtand what is so magnificently wonderful about sex that it would make me act out of character, but some people would argue me down that there is power in the respective sex organs. i disagree. i think the power is mental. the power is in the mind of the person who cant love themself enough or respect themself enough to not let sex be a motivator for their promiscuous behavior. but thats just me.
 
lastly, [i promised i wudnt be long winded todaii {lol}] i want to discuss love. i think love is my favorite topic. love is something that i love to talk about. i love to talk about it because its one of those words that can mean anything and everything you want it to mean. its one of those words that can be the difference between peace and war, happiness and misery, right and wrong. love is so powerful. everything and everyone needs it yet few of us really find up.
my grandparents are among the few, they've been together since they were teenagers and to this day they are sill together. thats real love my friends. thats the kind of love i want. thats the kind of love i have. dont let love be your motivation, but dont let hate stop you either. its a very thin line between love and lust, hate and wantonness. its a line we walk all the time, but one thing i can say is that i love ALWII more than i lust for him.
 
so be easy bloggees :)
 
Peace

.x Al jarreau LP

i love Al Jarreau btw.
anii who i wanna watch knocked up but im too lazii to gt up and put it in, so football it is.

so i hve to write a research ppr abt slave narratives an blah blah blah but im extremely unmotivated to do this paper. first of all im tired of talking about slavery like it still affects us. slaverii was over 100 years ago. we (as blk ppl) need to let it go. everythingtht happens to us isnt because of slavery. we wont get restitution. we need to move on and jus do better. secondly my teacher has no vision fr wht he wants. he jus keeps havin terrets moments and blurting out random things we need for this paper. ugh, its quite irratating.

so today i wore alot of pink. it was low key because its breast cancer awareness month and im pro-save-the-ta-tas and the second reason why i hd on alot of pink was because i was feeln super girly. it was kinda an odd feeling.

in other news its monday, the start of anothr week. i finished 2 characters (Marleigh and Branston) but i hve two more to go. i really hve too much goin on and im extremelii undermotivated. okaii i need to stop bloggin and go write.

k bye bloggees :)

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.x Trust

i think this is the most important thing in life besides respect. i think eberyone who is still relevant in my life is onlii relevant because i respect AND trust them.
with that being said, on to new
business.
im watchn sme football todaii and enjoyin sme pomegranate vodka. its de-lish!
aniiwho. i dnt hve much else to say. im finished settn out my homecomin aftr this drink so now to midterms. this wk i'll be turning in my app for graduation :)

im pretty much chilln. idk wht else to say besides
(gud daii ye olde blog readers)

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.x Star

So, im sitting.
Im watching niggerdom on tv [bet]
I'm thinking.
I've decided that double conciousness in the 21st century isnt a realistic idea.
Thats all i hve to say about tht.

I think about blogging every day but i never have anything interesting to say, so i'll recap my daii [rnt yu luckii]
I woke up twenty minutes before i hd to leave fr class, i threw on smethng tht almst mtchd. i went to minorities (tht clss is bull), i went to A.A History (another waste), then adv. grammar (i luv tht clss). Then, i went home && checked the mail and  i hd a check for 20 bucks [random but exciting enough]. Then i went got my check, bought sme groceries, and now im home watchn tv and chilln wit the boo.

tht was my day.
what was yours.
btw ... random question: whts the deal with jack in the box and viagra?
welp, im out
bout to do four character sketches ... gimme sme names fr characters cause im struggln
ltr

.x i hate stupid people

thts all

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.x Parking Wars

I love Parking Wars. Its beyond hilarious (until I get a ticket).
Welp, todaii was a traditional day in my life, i went to class, came home, chilled, played the Wii, and then chilled. I want an all yellow outfit, the freecreditreport.com commercial inspired that.

So, i was recently asked why do I think that people should read my blog. I think people should read it because its full of important information about my life and what I think. Thats important. The world should be aware, the world should care. If I dont feel like this then who will? No one! Soooo that is that.

I have my first staff training tomorrow, did i mention I got a promotion to Staff Trainer? Yep, i did! I'm SOOO excited. I love my job.

In other life news, I'm almost finished with the story that I posted the other day, I only have like a few more finishing touches but I'll post it as soon as I can.

Well, mah future hubby jus mde dnner (yum yum),

Ltr Bloggies :)

.x These flippn Jet Penalties

So im layin n the bed, burnin incense, listenin to the tv and blogging. idk why im bloggin at this random hour, but i am. Latelii i keep sayin flippn when i shud say the f-word. its so ladii-like, lol :)

so im currently feeling like im invincible. im havn one of those years where nthn mtttrs unless i lt it mttr, and if i lt it mttr thn yu shud feel honored tht i lt yu mttr. lol, so conceited of me.

idk how many times im gnna say this but ..... im graduating in MAY!!!!! Im like 27 hours away frm graduation. I cant believe tht time has flown and passed by so unbelievablii quick.

so i need to gt my locs retwisted but i nvr hve the time. ugh! i feel so free wit my
locs. like i literallii think abt my hair like once or twice a week. i feel like my hair is an extension and an expression of me. yeah i go like three or four weeks without gttn it twistes but so wht? thts the way my energy mves me so thts the way my hair will be :)

side note: i nees sme new bows but i cnt find anii cute ones. if aniione (especiallii smeone in LA) knows where sme are, get em fr me. k, thnks :)

welp, im out ... i need to finish writin on this storii.

Jaii

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.x Shit

So, i feel like shit today. I have a super freakin cold and shit isnt goin the way I want it to. Lol.
anywho, in other news, it seems like my stars are realigned because Im happier than ever and everything in life is melding itself out.
Like, for one, Ebony seems to notice i exist, thats weird in itself. IDK why this is happening but um, i'll let it do its thing. Secondly, I feel at peace for once about the whole Alison situation. She isnt a crazy bitch after all, lol. And lastly, all of my enemies are living in everlasting tragedy (lol). jus kiddin.

Welp, in other news, I want a white iPhone 4 and a white iPad. I also just saw this random Jack in the Box commerical with a startling reference to viagra [ew, lol].
Oh, if I havent said this yet, im gnna say it again, Everyone At Prairie View A&M Unversity, No Matter What Your Major Is, You Should Take Dr. Marzette's African American Literature Class!

So, im writing another story for class and im actually giving my characters names. but i dnt know what to name them. i want my female to be named either Teagan or Marleigh. The guy, either Julius or Langham. IDK.

I love Anthony L. Ware II. He's kinda dreamy. I woulda never dreamed that we would be together, but we are and it mades me smile like no other. He's amazing. He makes me experience love, not just feel it. He really makes me be a better me, even when I dont feel like it. He's my soul mate and I'm beyond blessed to have him :)

Sooo, idk wht else to write, jus wanted to pop in and give a life update.

Peace:)

.x Rent

Good Morning Beautiful World :)
I'm in my 'starbeam' mood right now. I feel like everything in my life is going amazingly well. I feel like a thousand pound weight hasbeen lifted off my shoulders, I feel like the people that loves me most, understand me the best right now, and I feel euphoric. I dont like to make the same mistake twice, so in my quest to not repeat the past, I often find myself reliving the past (mentally). Today, I feel like the past is what it is and no matter if I repeat the same mistake, I will learn something from both times :)

So, I'm re-reading the EJD Gideon series (READ IT!) for my creative writing prose class [every writer at PV should take this class, its amazing!] and I'm really learning alot about making characters more interesting. I feel like my characters always have extreme emotions, happii or angrii, love or hate, never in between. So, my assignment today, make a character float between emotions seamlessly :)

***
To say I'm not a morning person is to make an extreme understatement. I set my alarm forty-five minutes early so I cn wake up in nine, five minute intervals. Its madness I know. But once I'm up, I'm up for good. I look over beside me at the snoring lump of etched chocolate manly perfection I call my man and I feel the way I did nine years ago when we were new. Its hard to regain that new feeling somtimes. Its not intentional, but we get set in our ways, routines, and overall schedule. Its bound to happen.

"Get up handsome, it's time to live your dream." Over nine years, you can pretty much understand a person. Understanding their moods and tendacies and thoughts is one thing, but understanding them and why they are who they are, is a completly different can of worms. I understand that Julius likes to be awaken with kind words and kisses, rather than a rough shake and a cold shoulder.

"I didnt think you'd be talking to me after last night." My feet moved softly through the air beside our bed. I looked at them swinging back and forth and picked a piece of lint of my pink and green polka dot socks.

"Why? That was last night, this is this morning." He leaned across his side of the bed and parked his elbows where my back once was.He trailed his fingers up the length of my back and through my maze of locked natural hair.

"I love you Teagan Marleigh Carlton." I looked at his eyes and watched the blades from the ceiling fan chop light into them in a rhythmic pattern.

"I love you too Julius Langham Carlton." As his chocolate hand patted my caramel skin I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, today was a new day.

**

"Ms. Carlton." I looked up from my desk and saw the lanky frame of Hooper Flint walking in his usual monotonous pace.
"Mrs. Carlton. How are you Mr. Flint?" Always on the edge of my desk, even though I have four chairs surrounding the cherry oak wood construct.
"I cant complain, do you mind if I call you Teagan." My tongue flashed across my lips and returned to feeling up the back of my front teeth. I brought my bottom lip in to nibble on the corner of it while I watched him.

I cant lie. Ever since I applied to work at

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.x Spanish Class

i love the spanish lab in delco. its like the bat cave. I just come down here and get so much accomplished, like creating. I've managed to write six pages (front and back, handwritten) for my next short story. Its amazing how much you can get accomplished in a short period of time. I love this place, as i say it again!

in other news, i feel like everything in my life is in a grey area. my education is in a grey area because Im not exactly sure what I want to do after I graduate. I think i've found what I want to do but it requires me getting an actual job and save up [eek!]. lol, i can do it, i just have to get motivated.

so, a random funny thing, the new spanish teacher is giving a quiz in the lab and i just realized it because this lady is in here on her twitter and facebook. you should not be professor with a twitter page, unacceptable. Speaking of twitter, i need to start tweeting more {@_oniomaniac_}

I wish i could draw or paint, cause i always feel so inspired to get my emotions out that way, but it is.
Man, its Wednesday already, it feels like the weeks are passing by me at an unrealistically fast pace. its crazy. i still havent given my blog a purpose (on a side note).

Ugh, well, im bored and im off to do my usual Jamie-like activities :)

.x tmi

i think i struggle with TMI. I'm a very open person, and so sometimes i just share things that i shudnt. lol, some people think its a curse, i think its a gift.

blah blah blah its a Monday. being honest, i dont hate Monday's, i think they're boring, but i dont hate them. I mean, have you ever thought about the way Mondays just start a week but thats a ll they do?

I feel like designing. Sometimes i get creative and feel like designing stuff, this is one of those times. idk wht to create. maybe i'll write, but i hve to idea what to write. i hate when my creativity gets critiqued, but [eh] its whtever, maybe ill design a cake, lol.

well, idk wht else to blog. maybe i'll have more to say ltr this week [hopefully abt my creativity]

laters :)

.x Little Rascals

smetmes i wonder what life is all about. is it to get to the end and have been the best person you could possibly be? or is it to live yur life as happily as we cn. is our life even for us to live? man my brain hurts wen i hve these cul-de-sac thoughts.
in other news, senioritis has hit me hard already and i havent even turned in my application for graduation. lol. but its such a surreal feeling to me that im graduating in less than a year. i knew i could do it but yeah idk.
latelii ive been writing like crazii. my creativr writing tchr the leprechaun, lol, has really sparked my love for writing again.
i dnt think people realize jus how cathartic writing is. it like relaxes me. it makes me feel invincible because in my stories i hve all the say so and the control over my characters. sounds kinda bullii- ish huh? lol.
but for me, writing helps with life lessons as well: patience, kindness, trust, love, envy, hate, passion etc. i always find myself writing about one extreme or the other. lol its my style.
i look bck. at my ramblings and readings and realize tht if i was white in the 60s i wuda been a hippie. cause my whole take on life is tht everyone shud pick their vice (mine is a Tokyo Tea or a frozen house rita) and use it freely and responsibly so they cn relieve sme stress. i also wuda bn a hippie cause im so nonconfrontational. id rather talk about it maturally and move on instead of spreading lies and such. lying is an ugly thing.
i love watching snapped bc it tchs yu alot abt the human mind. people often react based on half-truths or one side of the story thts where they fuck up.
welp, im off to mke lunch :)
ltr

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. Hollywood Hiatus

man, i hvnt blogged in For-ev-ER.
Welp, in my life:
My Bae is HOME!!!!! Im overjoyed abou tht cause i was missin him prettii hard. Plus it was beyond time fr him to cme hme. Nownwe have our firat apt and everything seems to be on the upward trend with us :)
Secondly, I turned 21! Congrats to me. Its about damn time. Everytime we go out to dinner I order a drink. lol. My fave so far is the Tokyo Rose Martini at Shogun's. It was de-lish!!
Um in side note news I dropped sme more baggage (Brie had to go. Plus She was gttn to clingy)
I droppd my stressful job ( Hasta LaVista Jin Shin!!) & picked up an awesome one (AKPC tbe best daycare in Katy/(North)West Houston).
school starts soon! senior year here i cme. Hopefully i cn gt two more 4.0s and end this thing wit a bang.
and I wanna go to the circus. Well, I wanna go to the UniverSoul Circus. Ive nvr been and I think Itll b fun. Honestly i've never been to the circus. I think im scared if clowns. I also hd at least one in my nightmares but Ive never seen one in person so i cnt exactlii answer tht. What else?
Nthn :)

Later :)

Jaii Dot

Here’s some A-Z factages about my awsumness

A - AVAILABLE:tkn by my wndrfl Army man!

B - BIRTHDAY: July 16, 1989 :)

C - CRUSHING ON: Anthony && a secret crush [shhh!]

D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Milk frm my cereal bowl
E - EASIEST PERSON (PEOPLE) TO TALK TO: Milan [my othr prsnality], God, my Mom, Ant && Bubz/Brie

F - FAVORITE SONG: "December" Norah Jones

G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Worms, the bears too thick

H- HOMETOWN: Baton Rouge, LA [where the heart is]

I - IN LOVE WITH: Anthony

J - JUGGLE: Tasks. Btw, does multitasking count?
K - KILLED SOMEONE: never tht, let em kill themselves [gtta keep my hands clean :) ]

L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Missouri in Middle School, 21hrs!
M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Vanilla

N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: Just me Bitches!
O - ONE WISH:More wishes please:)
P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Anthony [Gud Morning!]

R- REASON TO SMILE: Love, Life, Laughter

S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: "Speechless" Beyonce

T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 10am

U - UNDERWEAR COLOR: nunya beeswax:)

V - VEGETABLE(S): corn, potatoes, peas, onions [ end ]
W - WORST HABIT: Frgting to remember

X - X-RAYS: I see through lies :)
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

I was bored and my narcissistic side kicked in so, voila!
enjoy noseys!

.x cn i please gt a quality education

Prairie View A&M University, we must do better. Its a new year on our horizion and we should voice our opinions and our expectations of our new student leadership. This is my soapbox.

A quality education is not just the responsibility of the student.
Personally, I chose to go to an HBCU because of the hertiage and the legacy that goes along with attending and graduating from an HBCU. There was once a time where going to an HBCU was a prestigious thing, now, its just the cheapest way to get an OP check and maybe a degree ... maybe.

I want to personally select my HBCU and voice my ideas about the university. Before I begin, I wanna ask the inevitable question: why not become SGA president if your just gonna keep complaining. The answer is simple. SGA is a popularity contest. If platforms and change mattered, we wouldn't be in the current state that we are in as an HBCU.

1. Administrative Accountability.
Without the students the administration of PV would be completely irrelevant. They would not have a job if it was not for the students. So why do they get 100% of the say so when it comes to deciding who makes the ultimate decision about what to so with student money. By student money I mean all the money that decides what kind of student activities coming to and happening on campus. If the money is for the use of activities for the students, why cant the students vote on exactly what they want. A prime example is homecoming. Who chose Charlie Wilson. Not the student body.

2. SGA Accountability
During elections I see the candidates for election coming around to classrooms, speaking to me around campus, and voicing their "platform" adamantly. But, the day elections end, I never see the winner ever again ... unless its on facebook in the photo album depicting their trip to various hot spot around the United States. PV needs an SGA president/ vice president that is about more than being in the "in" circle, getting free room & board, and building their resume. The SGA should give a monthly review to the students via the panther that tells about what they accomplished this month and what they plan to accomplish in the next month. Doing this will give the SGA realistic deadlines and a better chance for the common students (not their fellow SGA members) to know whats going on with their campus leadership and their campus in general.

3. African American History
From the moment we step into social studies we learn history. "American" history. So, by the time we get to college we know this history whether we want to or not. So, by being an HBCU we have the perfect opportunity to learn African American History. So, I personally believe that by dropping the two mandatory U.S History classes and replacing them with the two African American History classes that PV currently offers,  we would enrich our students appreciation for HBCUs, for their culture, and for their history.

Well, that's my soapbox :)

.x wht'd yu say?

fr the pst few days ive been wndrn wht im gnna do wit my hair ... idk yet though ... im scared of twistie thingies cause its too much wrk, but i dnt want weave cause ... i cuda kept my hair, lol.
ugh, i need inspiration ...

mk ... bye now.

.x summr reading list

fuck the african-american literary cannon
fuck all literary cannons

no one person, group of people, or committee can decide what literature is important to anybody but themselves.

i just finished reading "What Looks Like Crazy: on an ordinary day" by Pearl Cleager. Its an amazing book. Its set in the nineties but it has very modern overtones. The book touches on alot of things but that thing that I appreciate the most is the way that it describes love. It looks at love in its purest, rawest state and it absorbs it into the pores of its readers. Its awesome.

but yeah, I said fuck the cannons because I dont care about em.

Honestly, Color Purple, Their Eyes Were Watching God, The Wedding, etc are so out of touch with modern day African-American literary scholars that it almost doesnt make any sense.
Dont get me mistaken though. I'm not saying that Zane is the next big African American Literary Mastermind, but I dont think that Eric Jerome Dickey (especially the Gideon Trilogy) should be critisized because he doesnt focus on issues that are inately "black".

thats just my piece

My Nails

I did my nails and I thought the were pretty cute. I got alot of compliments (surprisingly) and so I thought I'd post a picture ... enjoy :)

... crazii old german

Im totallii awake ... I was good and sleep for a couple hours and I just woke up with this thought on my mind. Heres my disclaimer, if you feel like it applies to you it probably doesnt. It just means your guilty of doing this to someone else.

If you went to baker high school from 2003-2007 you probably remember a crazy little physical science teacher named Betty Loadholt (3 to 5 minute warmups, lol). Anyway, she said alot of off-the-wall things that school year I had her. But one thing she said was always crazier than most. she said,

"If you see me and a six foot bear in a fight, help him, cause he's the one thats gonna need it."

For all my non=BHSers, Mrs. Loadholt was roughly four feet tall, with heels on. lol. I was always 'this lil lady is crazy' and brushed her comments off and moved on. But tonight in my subconcious sleep her comment made pure sense.

1. I am not an option. If someone gives you an ultimatum (me or ____) , pick the blank. Why? I dont like to be chosen. I like to be the only choice. I like to be set apart from the group. Plus, I dont make people chose. I dont really care what you do, just dont get me wrapped up in your tom-foolery.

1b. Those who pick because other people make them are weak. I have seen it countless times in my life. People who claim to be so strong allow someone who is just as weak as them to come into their life and make them chose who to associate themself with and who not to associate themselves with. Its hilarious really. I mean, if you think about it, its like the dumb leading the dumber. My life got a whole lot easier when I did two things. One, I released some baggage from my life (with the help of the baggages broken wheel) and I stopped listening to other peoples opinions as either right or wrong and listened to them as their opinion only.

2. The lesser looking opponent always wins. Anthony taught me to sit back and watch people before I just jump into a situation. One thing I learned by doing this is that people are unreliable, selfish, and generally unappealing to be around. Especially females. Why? Well its like this, people (females esp.) always want to be right. They are willing to lose their lives, their identity, their family, their friends, their love behind being right. Imagine if we all just listened to others opinions, respected them, gave our opinion, didnt try and make our opinion seem better than theirs, and moved on with life. Things would be dumb simple. Racism, sexism, classism, etc. would essentially be eliminated. All because people stopped trying so hard to be right and force their "rightness" on other people.

3. The better looking opponent is always the dumber one. People that pump themselves up to be the overdog end up being the underdog. Examples?
   a. eight foot bear and Mrs. Loadholt. She looks weaker, until she shots the stupid bear with a rifle, then she wins.
   b. Kimbo Slice and Seth Petruzelli. Kimbo was picked hands-down to win, but Seth had nothing to lose ... and he won.
So .. I agree with little Betty Loadholt

"If you see me and a six foot bear in a fight, help the bear, cause he's the one that's gonna need it".