Easier Said Than Done...

Remember that Easy-E joint? No? You aint up on Easy-E than sukka! Nah, that's just my little metaphor type deal I'm finna break down in this here blog right quick. See, it's summa-summa-summa-tiiiime, and all the couples are out sweating together. (Great, here we go, another "why can't I have a boyfriend too" blog...damn girl, just shut up and be happy!) I know that's what you're thinking. And you know what, it's "Easier Said Than Done..." Of course you can prescribe a remedy for my ills. It's always easy to look at someone else and say "All you gotta do is..." I do it too. I'm the first one to do that to people. That's why I'm gonna be a teacher; I have to be in charge and run people's lives. No but seriously, it's bothering me more than it should (being single). I think I notice it a lot more this year than last year. Last summer, I met my incredible ex-boyfriend and had a lovely time. It was so nice, I don't even remember bitching about the heat! And I know it was hot last summer. This summer, I'm comparing to last summer, plus I'm complaining about the heat! It doesn't compare. Things are a lot different now than they were a year ago, yet, I'm trying to force history to repeat itself. If life goes as planned, history will repeat itself. I made history last year! I could no longer say "I've NEVER had a boyfriend." I had to change my status from "single" to "In a Relationship" on everything. It seemed like my life had a little bit more purpose, I guess. Now, what do I have? (You got YOU bitch! Be easy!) I was listening to this song by Lalah Hathaway called "On Your Own," and in the song, she has a line that says something like "Now your heart belongs to you" or something like that. It was kinda deep when I first heard it because it declared ownership for something that is freely given away. It put it in perspective for me. I have never heard anything like that before. Like, my heart, is mine. Now I have to figure out who can rent it for a little while. Your heart is just like a rental property. You are gonna get HELLA tenants...some good, some bad. It's up to you to make sure they don't fuck your shit up so bad that you have to demolish it (say "fuck love!") or sell it (just give it to anyone). I had a good tenant last year. He had to move to a new spot. So I have a heart that's for rent. No section 8 applicants need apply...

Gosh my deodorant smells good. I was in the bank earlier all over my own jock with this new Dove. I ate pie ALL day today. Marie Callendar's has their infamous pie sale going on. They raised the price though!!!! Instead of $5.99 a pie, it's $6.99 a pie. Damn U.S. economy got everybody all messed up. Can't even get good pie for cheap no mo'!!!!! What else happened today....OH, yeah, I got a hold placed on my license. Yeah, I had a deal to pay off this ticket, and got behind a little bit, and the courts don't play! If you set up a deal, you better make good on it. They added $300 to the ticket (bringing it to $566-I had paid like $120 on it and got it down from $420) plus they put the hold on my license. Now what this means is that, 1.) I cant do any DMV type transactions (including pay my registration fees, which are past due!) and 2.) If I get pulled over, they can impound my car. SO, needless to say, Chyna White will be on bricks for a little while. The hold won't be lifted until the fine is paid in full. Gas is high anyway...I ate a $5 Footlong (does the hand gesture) yesterday, and I knew something was not right. How come after all these years, Subway (probably the most expensive meal I used to eat) has decided to make the footlong a flat rate? People don't believe my theory. I think they got a deal on some old ass meat, and they have to sell it. So they lowered the price to sell these raggedy ass sandwiches! The chick put too much mayonnaise on my sub yesterday! I was almost tempted to call the senator. It was weird. It is day 10 of the "Lack Of Gas"...yep, our gas has been off for some weeks, but I've only been home for 10 days. I've taken several cold showers. It's wack, but as Kanye and the Bible and all them say "That that don't kill me, can only make me stronger." Realistically, mom paid the bill on Friday, but the gas company decided that they can't turn our gas back on til' this Thursday! A week to turn on the gas-instantaneous shut off though...go figure. It's getting hotter in my room, so I'll go.

"Today I Didn't Even Have To Use My AK..."-Ice Cube

So My Brother Is Doing His Thing...

Ya'll know he over there with Fantasia keeping her hair fierce as hell. According to a reliable source (My mother), he is working with Fantasia for "The Color Purple" stage production thing...you know the one Oprah is paying for. See, my bro is a hair dresser, and he's very good. VERY good! Even I have to make an appointment (just kidding, but it seems that way). I think we all have our own innate little artsy side to us. I was talking to Tifini, and she said she wants to pick up her writing shit again and start spittin children's books! How Dwele is that! She wrote the cutest little book for her class last quarter (it was about a cupcake and black people or something), and she said she wants to pursue it further-low key. Not on no "I'm gonna throw my degree away" type shit, but just to keep her happy. That's like me and my little DJ gig I'm trying to jump off. Of course I'm gonna stay in school and do my do as a teacher/counselor. However, there is an artistic side to E-Dub also! I love photography along with music, so there ya go. You gotta have a little side hustle that makes you happy. We all get so caught up in the roles we play, that we never get to do what makes us happy. For instance, when I was sitting on the toilet the other day, I came to a conclusion that this summer, I am going to do Evelyn Knox. I play different roles: Evelyn "the RA", Evelyn "the Director Of PALS", Evelyn "the Student". I rarely get to be Evelyn Knox-the person. This summer will be my chance to do just that. I have to tell you, it is a bit unsettling, because I am going bat shit crazy! I have been juggling all three of the roles mentioned for a whole year, and to settle down and not have to do all of them at once is like "whoa".  Each day, I get more and more pumped to go to the Scratch Academy (DJ school son!). This is tapping into Evelyn Knox. I'm doing artsy type stuff this summer. It makes me happy (I think), so why not do it while I have the time?

"Distant Lover...Looooooveerrrrrrrrrr...."-Marvin Gaye

Scratch Your Bootyhole

I'm sorry for the vulgar title, but you should've heard my little niece crack up when my mom said that earlier. What's with kids and borderline curse words? They eat that crap up. Anyway, I have to tell you that I am VERY excited because I just bought the new Lalah Hathaway and Dwele cd's. Now, only a couple of you know the significance of Dwele in my life, but hardly any of you know the deal with Lalah Hathaway. Now see, Dwele is my favorite male R&B singer. Nothing else to say on that. He's just Dwele. You've even heard me say 'Dwele' when I refer to something real dope. Now Lalah, is my favorite female singer of all time. She's the GOAT. Of course, her dad is Donny Hathaway (you know, "Giving Up", and "The Ghetto" and "Where Is The Love"...greatness), and she comes from legendary roots, but miss Hathaway is too much. I remember listening to her as a young gang banger here in San Bernardino. My pops used to play her record in the Benzo when I was like 5 and 6 years old. Never has an artist stuck with me as long as she has. I remember when I bought her first cd, about 6 years ago. I bought it from memory of every track. She just put out a new one a couple weeks ago, and I couldn't wait to buy it. I can already tell that this is going to be my Fall record. I CAN ALREADY TELL! It's crazy. Haven't got to Dwele yet, he's disc 2. After looking at my stereo just now, I realize, there is no better gift than music (oh come off of it E-Dub! Gettin all artistic and shit...). I'm serious! This is my great Auntie Dee's stereo. When she passed on, the one thing I wanted most from her, I didn't get. I wanted her China. Auntie Dee had expensive taste, and she paid cash for it! Her China was beautiful. A bunch of drama took place when she passed and all of her valuables went to someone that isn't even in our family, including the China. Her son, cousin Freddie, came to the house shortly after she passed, and my mom told him that I wanted the dishes. He said they were gone, but he offered me her stereo. At the time, I was like whatever about it. It's a big stereo, but it wasn't what I wanted. Over the last couple years, I have been attached at the hip to my stereo. When I moved on campus, people would come in my room, and the first thing they would say is "DAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaammmmmn! Thats a big ass radio!". I ain't tryin' ta brag or nothin (yes you are, triflin bitch!), but its become my pride and joy. It means a lot to me since my aunt passed. She always encouraged me to do great stuff. She wanted to see me become a professor. Now, something as insignificant as a stereo keeps me motivated to do the stuff I want, and the stuff she wanted me to do. She didn't know I wanted to become a DJ. She would probably have a fit if she was still alive. Probably not though. This radio deepens my love of music (oh my God with the music metaphors E-Dub! Get over it!). It's like 12 years old, but it is ridiculous. I couldn't wait to come home and play these cd's!!!!!! You can tell I have NO man. 

Since I'm Up Listening To Corinne Bailey Rae...

I thought of some more stuff to write about. I'm so excited about this blog, I had to put it on my facebook and myspace so people can be all up in my business. See, it's June right, and every summer (it NEVER fails), I get in a rut, and I start acting random. For all of you Eurotrash people out there like me, do you ever say "Okay, I'm turning my myspace alerts off, since no one hits me up anyway. And, I'm not coming back to myspace for a while!" You proceed to log out for the last time that day, and try to keep yourself occupied. Then, you sit around and try to think of random shit to do, and you think "Man, what if someone wrote to me or something? What if he/she tried to hit me up...maybe I got some new comments..." So, you sign back in after, oh, 2 hours, and realize: Honey, NOBODY cares about you! That was me all day today. Realistically, if I can be real (be really real son), the only reason I sign in and out is because I am screening messages from a certain someone who shall remain nameless, ageless, sexless, priceless. Anyone who has ever broken up with someone, or is even starting a new relationship with someone knows that anxious feeling you get when you wait for contact with that person. On the breakup end, your anxious behavior is fueled by hope; hope that they'll come to their senses and realize they were wrong, and they're better off with you than without you. On the new relationship end, your anxious behavior is fueled by...them! You wanna write messages in between messages just to occupy all of their time and attention. And they feel the same way. You feel that there just ain't enough hours in the day when you're starting a new relationship with someone. Days fly by. When that negro is out of your life, days drag on for months. I swear, November 2007 was four and a half months long son! And Corinne Bailey Rae can shove a pickle in her navel because she sings so beautifully. I NEVER liked her music. She was annoying, but I guess you gotta listen to her with headphones on at 12:50 in the morning to recognize her utter greatness. Sorry for that tangent, but she's singing a song that I'm sure will make me cry if I listen to the lyrics. Boy, it's cooler in here than it was like 4 hours ago. My room faces a brick wall that borders the neighbors house. Cali heat aint no joke, it gets in the upper 1Teens (like *118). My room is Dwele though (Dwele means Neo-Soul, cool, chill, soulful, super neat, fantastic). My friend PJ and a bunch of my other (OH SNAP-"Cupid Shuffle" just came on...if it wasn't so late...you already know!) friends are going to Japan tomorrow! Why couldn't I go to Japan. I only buy stuff from Japan. I should buy stuff in Japan. My summer better not be fucked up. Last summer was life changing. I feel really old this summer. Even though I moved back home, I feel like I should be moving out again or something. NOW KICK! NOW KICK (now keeeick)...I can't help it, the "Cupid Shuffle" is the new Macarena for black folk. I remember back in January when I went to Southern Rap (RA Conference/Event), and like 500 RA's from across the state were doing the Cupid Shuffle. Of course, the black folk from CSUSB put it down (Shout out to Arial, PJ, Antonio, DJ, Tiffany Webster-Twebb!-all ya'll...). 

This blog is random. 

I Don't Know Karate, But I Know Ca-Razy!-James Brown

This Is The Start of The Summer

I've already done the myspace blog thing. It just doesn't work for me! LOL. This is my Blog. It's late, I'm aware of that, thinkgz! Let's talk about this title "One Moment! Thinkgz!"When you say "One Moment!" it is a sign of impatience. Someone is talking very fast, and talking while you're trying to get a word in. You all of a sudden yell "One Moment!" and put your index finger up in their face signaling that you will get to their question in a minute. When you say "Thinkgz!" this is really just saying "Thanks" with a condescending way. This is actually how my friend Arial (BUDDY!) says "thanks." I'm sure she doesn't mean to say it condescendingly, but it just sounds so cute when she says it. It's like a high pitched "Ok!". Anyway, welcome to this blog. Reading this first post should show you what it will be like. I hope to write in it (oh man, this Cool Kids song "A Little Bit Cooler" goes so hard!) as much as I can. I like to write, I think. I just get scared when people read my shit. People get weird and stuff over words. You should know by now not to take ANYTHING the Kid Edub (me) says seriously. If I write it, I feel it, but if I say it, it's real. Period. Please read this blog in your spare time. If you have a super cool cell phone, or portable-enough computer, this blog reads well on any toilet. 

Chunkin' That Deuce-Cool Kids.