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