was alright, i guess. i got a good amount of twerk. the music was aiight… but nothing about was memorable or epic. all my moves for afterwards didn’t come through, & after about an hour & thirty minutes of wandering around car hopping i ended up at home, where i went straight to my bed & went to sleep. i guess i expected too much or something, idk.
"FML" doesn’t even begin to cover how shitty my life has been this week. through the course of this week i have:
missed the bus, had to catch the metro to school with miles johnson
done bad on a pre-cal test that would have made or broken my grade
lost my flash drive that had all my make up work for digital photograhpy on it
got locked out, & was forced to walk from white oak shopping center to white oak middle school in a heavy winter jacket in the blazing heat because some rediculous bus driver wouldn’t allow me to get on the bus with my planner.
stayed at school for 13 hours on thursday to work on hallway decorations to get 4th place because some retards decided to haze freshmen
caught a cold & missed the pep-rally, & i might not even go to homecoming. i slept from 1:30 to 6:00 this morning
so overall, this has been the worst week of my highschool career, homecoming better be the shit to make up for all this.
wow. fucking wow. today has been the most stressfull, long day of my life. i was at school for 13 friggin hours today! 13 hours. working so hard on our class hallways. my class, class of 2011, got the decade of 1960 to put together in a corner of one of our hallways. i must say, i think ours is pretty dank. it’s my baby. i was screaming, running, stressing out & working harder than i have ever done. & on top of that i was progressively getting sicker as the day went on.
i have a friggin fever & smoker’s hack right about now. i fucking swear, if anyone tries to fuck up our hall, or has shit to say about.. i’m going ratchet tomorrow. people, everyone, feel they have the liberty to critique it, yet they didn’t put SHIT into it. i finally feel like i’m a part of my class, & i’m pretty happy about it. i have ap lang reading to do so i have to go.
BTW: my week has been terrible. completely terrible. hopefully the pep rally & everything is bomb as shit, & homecoming’s on point. i have still not gotten my clothes for it yet. always last minute.
“do you know that guy in the 9th grade with the mustache? i swear he looks like a pornstar. everytime i see him i feel like i beat off to him like last week… & then i feel weird.”—eddie madden (about that sketchy, indian kid with the mustache today)
is all i’ve been listening to lately. the klaxons make some interesting stuff. it’s really dynamic, & has it’s own distinct sound. i really like the vocalists voice too. for some reason they don’t look the way i expected to, the band that is.
Hunger of Memory: The Education of Richard Rodriguez
this is one of the million books i’ve read for ap lang, & by far- even though i’m on
like page 40- this is my favorite book. every paragraph or so i’m just flipping out to myself, because i agree with what he’s saying SO MUCH. & i’ve always thought the things that he’s said, but i could never get all the thoughts together so that they made sense. what he says about language & how language brings people together.. & how it can dictate the kind of person you are is so interesting to me. his writing style is so appealing to me too, how choppy & chill it is. before this class i dreaded reading, but starting from a few books ago to now, reading has become something i enjoy sooo much. i stayed up until like 12 last night just reading this book, & was having so much fun doing it. i can relate to this guy, just because being black from a lower-income type of family, where mostly everyone doesn’t know 2 things about correct language & what not, & the break that was made when i made my transition to the “culture in control”, & began speaking “properly”, made me feel like an outcast to my family who normally speaks what most characterize as “black”. i just feel him so much, just working to be merged into a population or culture his family isn’t a part of, & the break made when he entered it… i feel you rich-heard- road-ree-guess, i’ve been called doo-mon king times a plenty.
“The bilingualists insist that a student should be reminded of his difference from others in mass society, his heritage. But they equate mere separateness with individuality. The fact is that only in private - with intimates - is separateness from the crowd a prerequisite for individuality. (An intimate draws me apart, tells me that I am unique, unlike all others.) In public, by contrast, full individuality is achieved, paradoxically, by those who are able to consider themselves memebers of the crowd.”—
Hunger of Memory: The Education of Richard Rodriguez (An Autobiography), by Richard Rodriguez
the secret love of my life. even though i’ve never actually met you, i think you’re pretty cool. i have random, awkward fantasies about our future together. i know it’s kinda weird, but i can’t help myself. i would love to actually meet you, but i’m afraid you won’t live up to the expectations my imagination has created. oh, thirty coi sky
recently, i’ve been trying to get hip to the beatles. ever since 09.09.09, & the whole rock band stuff that was going on, i decided that i needed to know a little suh-in, suh-in about the legendary group. & i started with their album Abbey Road. they have so much stuff, & i look forward to getting hip to their other albums
it was a really interesting movie. extremely awkward, extremely sketchy, extremely indie, but extremely good. i really enjoyed it, & had fun watching the whole thing. i like children movies where there’s “adult humor” embedded that most kids wouldn’t understand. it was really sarcastic & witty, & even though the monsters were silly & childish, they had pretty profound things to say; yet they said it simply enough for a kid to understand. like the whole movie was an allegory for something deeper. i’d pay to see it again, it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, i think.
His name is Damon and I <3 him. We rarely talk on the phone so i must be truley appreciative of this moment. True. Me and Damon have had some crazy times. But i’m glad he’s totz one of my besties now. What a guy. Fresh, cute and an intellectual all in one?! Who wouldn’t love him. Awe i’m such a lucky girl to have Damon K. King in my social circle. What would i do with out him…laugh a lot less? I’d say so. I’m gonna do my best to find Damon some love this year. Awe. Can’t wait. He’s singing on the phone right now and it’s delightful. Damon and Mo-Mo forevs. Track star + Cheerleader. Awe <3333333333333
“Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks, when it comes down to it they ain’t good for shit but suckin my meat” -Damon King
well, i’m kinda 6 months off the hype, but drake’s pretty talented. i swore to myself that i wouldn’t hop on like everyone else. gotta be different, right? this weekend, at connor’s house, i got hip to all his mixtape shit. so far gone has this pretty cool eerie feel to it. i’m sure he’ll be one of those new artists that don’t just come around, i feel like his name will be on the list of everyone’s favorite rappers when you ask just like: “Jay-Z, Lil’ Wayne, Kanye West, T.I… etc.” where the hell has he been though? is his leg still sprained & shit? blows. & apparently he was put in the 3rd spot for hottest MC’s in the game. that’s pretty good for someone who’s been nominated for best new artists at the same time.
i’d just like to reiterate how much i like salvador dali, his artwork is the most mind-whirling, mind-boggling, mind-fucking, mind-i-have-no-idea thing i’ve ever seen. the only way i can describe it as is an universe being eaten by a blackhole inside of a droplet of water falling into the vastness of the ocean. his photography is the eeriest stuff. it reminds me of creepy horror movies. the reason all of his work, mostly artwork, was so crazy is because him & a bunch of other painters from his time had this whole surrealistic movement going on; which he described as “…destructive, but destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.” like the dude is pretty fucked up, but he’s a genius. he has the craziest quotes like: “I don’t do drugs, I am drugs.” i just like looking through all of his stuff & wondering what he wanted to potray, or what he was thinking when he painted it.
"fashion" blogs that reblog straight pictures with dead looking girls & hip shit are very annoying. not to mention blogs that re-blog shit like hello-kitty photography. what’s the point? scrolling through an infinite amount of pictures that say nothing tells me nothing about you. that’s why God made flickr
it’s kinda elementary. well it is elementary, but what a feeling it is. how seeing a person can change your whole outlook on the day. how hugging someone can make you feel like goop. how thinking about someone can make you do one of those awkward “why the fuck are you smiling?” smiles out of the blue. how everything about them can make you prance around & rant about it like a little school-girl. crushin’ is great, ‘less it doesn’t go your way…