Random Thought 1) My time management skills were at one point and time, shot to hell. I had no time for the slow down because the grind was entirely too thrilling. My PDA has become my best friend, reminding me what I have to do. Yeah it's lazy becacuse I never have to remember anything, but how is that different from Facebook?
Random Thought 2) Losing weight is hell. Especially when your breasts don't go anywhere. So all this other stuff is slimming down, and yet, they breasts are directing traffic because now that everything else is smaller, they appear bigger. But they sit up nice in racer-back tops.
Random Thought 3) It sucks living by yourself - or living with a roommate and still feel like you're living by yourself. Sigh. Enough about that.
Random Thought 4) Chinese food is like crack. When I decide to eat Chinese food, I see mainly us folks and Hispanics waiting in line. And when the workers take their breaks, all they have is rice. Seems kinda sketch to me.
Random Thought 5) Life will be fantabulous once Spring Break rolls around. Hopefully it will be hot consistently so I can shed off some clothing. Warm weather is always nice, especially to voyeurs. Not mention, school will be out. I think that in itself is a reason to celebrate.
Random Thought 6) Migraines are the sh!tz, and even worse when you have work to do and you want to do it, but the headache is forcing you to procrastinate.
Random Thought 7) Because seven is such a nice number, if you haven't watched the debate between Obama and Clinton, slap yourself silly, then go to cnn.com and find the highlights.
'Tis All.
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Climax
Not the good kind, but the book kind.
A climax is, in sum, where the protagonist has no other choice but do that which all of the action has led up to and leads to the falling action. Before the conclusion.But most importantly, it leads to the falling action.
Now what makes Hollywood think that they can create movies that have absolutely nothing of substance after the climax. Ok, so you sit through the entire movie and you get attached to these characters (if it is a good movie) then the climax occurs and then the credits roll. WTF?
Is it too much to ask that maybe, just maybe, we can have a wrap up at the end. What happened to tying up the knots at the end? I mean, really. I would like to see the protagonist recuperate after a long hard battle of wits/strength/"idiocracy" you know, usual. And don't leave the ending open for a part two when you know good and well there will be no part two. It just confuses the heck out of us because we leave the theatre with questions KNOWING got doggone well that those questions won't be answered until the DVD release interviews, which we won't buy ever because the movie ended in the crappiest way possible. EVER.
In case you're wondering what movie struck this rant, it's Untraceable. Now it did not leave anything open for a part two, but I declare to you this day that you will be just as disappointed as I was - and most movie goers on Rotten Tomatoes. Cheers.
'Tis All.
A climax is, in sum, where the protagonist has no other choice but do that which all of the action has led up to and leads to the falling action. Before the conclusion.But most importantly, it leads to the falling action.
Now what makes Hollywood think that they can create movies that have absolutely nothing of substance after the climax. Ok, so you sit through the entire movie and you get attached to these characters (if it is a good movie) then the climax occurs and then the credits roll. WTF?
Is it too much to ask that maybe, just maybe, we can have a wrap up at the end. What happened to tying up the knots at the end? I mean, really. I would like to see the protagonist recuperate after a long hard battle of wits/strength/"idiocracy" you know, usual. And don't leave the ending open for a part two when you know good and well there will be no part two. It just confuses the heck out of us because we leave the theatre with questions KNOWING got doggone well that those questions won't be answered until the DVD release interviews, which we won't buy ever because the movie ended in the crappiest way possible. EVER.
In case you're wondering what movie struck this rant, it's Untraceable. Now it did not leave anything open for a part two, but I declare to you this day that you will be just as disappointed as I was - and most movie goers on Rotten Tomatoes. Cheers.
'Tis All.
Monday, February 18, 2008
How I am Feeling Today - Message to my Enemies
Today I feel fabulous and undefeated! On top of the world, without borders or restrictions, reflecting on all the blessings and good things that have been brought into my life as well as those things that are coming into my life.Despite what my life my seem to look like from the outside, I'm still getting mine. And I definitely won't let the haters take away that which is rightfully mine.
Did I mention, that haters are motivators?
They hate when I have, when I don't have, when I'm happy, when I'm not, when I got, and when I don't got.
They hate cause they don't like me and because they do.
They get mad 'cause I take pictures of myself, then wonder why I am not taking pictures of myself.
They hate it when I think I look fly and even moreso when I think I look fly on a bad day.
They hate when I succeed, they think my obstacles are my hindrances and failures.
They think that if I'm down that I'm done.
They read my blog so they can tell people what they think about me and what I think rather than tell me.
Haters exist to peep through the keyhole to get a glimpse of the good life and wait until they think (through their small viewpoints) that things are going bad for me so they can feel better about themselves. Sorry.
So keep on hating, I'll keep on being fabulous, and don't forget everyone, love a hater today.
'Tis All.
Did I mention, that haters are motivators?
They hate when I have, when I don't have, when I'm happy, when I'm not, when I got, and when I don't got.
They hate cause they don't like me and because they do.
They get mad 'cause I take pictures of myself, then wonder why I am not taking pictures of myself.
They hate it when I think I look fly and even moreso when I think I look fly on a bad day.
They hate when I succeed, they think my obstacles are my hindrances and failures.
They think that if I'm down that I'm done.
They read my blog so they can tell people what they think about me and what I think rather than tell me.
Haters exist to peep through the keyhole to get a glimpse of the good life and wait until they think (through their small viewpoints) that things are going bad for me so they can feel better about themselves. Sorry.
So keep on hating, I'll keep on being fabulous, and don't forget everyone, love a hater today.
'Tis All.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Valentine's Day: The Ex Factor
Note to ex-girlfriends/boyfriends across the world:
Valentine's day is not the time to check up on your exes. They are still your exes, they don't want you back, especially on Valentine's Day. Deep down inside, you know that you want them to be thinking about you on that day, whether positive or negative, because they are feeding energy into you. That's a sign people. You're looking for the attention that you don't have. Grow up. Pamper yourself.
I admit I was previously guilty of checking up on the past in the future (not necessarily an ex, but I digress) but I grew up when I realized why. The time, effort, and energy that it takes to remind someone that you exist just isn't worth it in the long run. You could take that same time, energy, and effort and focus it on other tasks - like meditating, cleaning, cooking, exercising. Heck females for 15 bucks you can have your own "me time" and for guys, it may be even cheaper, but that's a different issue.
Either way, for the people that were down, my advice is to wait. Don't backtrack, keep moving forward, it's okay. There is so much more in store than a measly box of chocolates or flowers that are going to die next week and balloons that will deflate and take up space.
And for the hoes - lock yourselves in your room, without internet access. Don't infect the populace with that bull you be on trying to make sure your ex sees that you are happy. If you just BE happy you don't have to worry about whether or not other people view you as happy. It's the inner self that is reflected on the outside. So, get your minds right.
'Tis All.
Valentine's day is not the time to check up on your exes. They are still your exes, they don't want you back, especially on Valentine's Day. Deep down inside, you know that you want them to be thinking about you on that day, whether positive or negative, because they are feeding energy into you. That's a sign people. You're looking for the attention that you don't have. Grow up. Pamper yourself.
I admit I was previously guilty of checking up on the past in the future (not necessarily an ex, but I digress) but I grew up when I realized why. The time, effort, and energy that it takes to remind someone that you exist just isn't worth it in the long run. You could take that same time, energy, and effort and focus it on other tasks - like meditating, cleaning, cooking, exercising. Heck females for 15 bucks you can have your own "me time" and for guys, it may be even cheaper, but that's a different issue.
Either way, for the people that were down, my advice is to wait. Don't backtrack, keep moving forward, it's okay. There is so much more in store than a measly box of chocolates or flowers that are going to die next week and balloons that will deflate and take up space.
And for the hoes - lock yourselves in your room, without internet access. Don't infect the populace with that bull you be on trying to make sure your ex sees that you are happy. If you just BE happy you don't have to worry about whether or not other people view you as happy. It's the inner self that is reflected on the outside. So, get your minds right.
'Tis All.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Midterms
Have got to be the most stressful time of the semester EVER. At least with finals you get a couple of days to cool out, procrastinate and catch up on missed episodes of Nip Tuck and ANTM marathons. But midterms are the bane of most peoples existence...period.
One thing has got me puzzled. Why does it seem that midterms for every class are at the exact same time? I know, you're thinking the name MID term, BUT not all midterms are in the middle of the semester. Some teachers even mask "midterm" with words like "extensive quiz" or a "final preparation." This doesn't change what it is! Euphemisms are for the 50s.
However some professors will let you know that you have a midterm and assure you that it will be the hardest piece of crap you will ever see in life, including your divorce papers. There will always be some random fact that was located in the grey box on that page with the big picture underneath the heading "You don't have to read this" when clearly, you professor thinks otherwise. It's so unfortunate how many desperate, caffeine addicted, sleep deprived co-eds are effected by the midterm torture device - which is exactly why I am writing. I want to save you from unnecessary stress at midterms!
Here's the secret:
1. Sleep more than a little bit - when you have finally reached page three of your notes. Rest. And for every 5 page increment afterwards. Don't be fooled by the all-nighters in the library. I'm sure you'll make the same grades.
2. Rock out - change your notes into freestyles to Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. If you don't remember your notes then, then I just don't know what to tell you.
3. Eat - more and more and more until you can't eat anymore. It doesn't really do much to be a lazy glutton, but I'm sure you'll feel better afterwards.
4. Drink - alcohol is a depressant. But when you make up your new and improved lyrics for Ice Ice Baby, you'll be sure to remember them.
5. Study groups - are the quickest way to midterm hell. You never get much accomplished, and usually you whine, moan, and complain about the directives of the class anyway.
6. Party - party breaks help you appreciate study time a lot more, especially when you realize that if you don't do it, you will get kicked out of school, fail at life, your parents will hate you, your pets will hate you, and your children will rebel in the future on general principle and will be a constant reminder as to what happened that night you failed out of college and decided to go drinking at the bar.
7. Lastly, because seven is a nice round number - academic dishonestly is against university policy. I won't encourage it, nor will I even mention the dastardly deed in my precious list of the quickest ways to pass a midterm. How dare you even imply that I agree with such a thing? Gosh.
'Tis All.
One thing has got me puzzled. Why does it seem that midterms for every class are at the exact same time? I know, you're thinking the name MID term, BUT not all midterms are in the middle of the semester. Some teachers even mask "midterm" with words like "extensive quiz" or a "final preparation." This doesn't change what it is! Euphemisms are for the 50s.
However some professors will let you know that you have a midterm and assure you that it will be the hardest piece of crap you will ever see in life, including your divorce papers. There will always be some random fact that was located in the grey box on that page with the big picture underneath the heading "You don't have to read this" when clearly, you professor thinks otherwise. It's so unfortunate how many desperate, caffeine addicted, sleep deprived co-eds are effected by the midterm torture device - which is exactly why I am writing. I want to save you from unnecessary stress at midterms!
Here's the secret:
1. Sleep more than a little bit - when you have finally reached page three of your notes. Rest. And for every 5 page increment afterwards. Don't be fooled by the all-nighters in the library. I'm sure you'll make the same grades.
2. Rock out - change your notes into freestyles to Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. If you don't remember your notes then, then I just don't know what to tell you.
3. Eat - more and more and more until you can't eat anymore. It doesn't really do much to be a lazy glutton, but I'm sure you'll feel better afterwards.
4. Drink - alcohol is a depressant. But when you make up your new and improved lyrics for Ice Ice Baby, you'll be sure to remember them.
5. Study groups - are the quickest way to midterm hell. You never get much accomplished, and usually you whine, moan, and complain about the directives of the class anyway.
6. Party - party breaks help you appreciate study time a lot more, especially when you realize that if you don't do it, you will get kicked out of school, fail at life, your parents will hate you, your pets will hate you, and your children will rebel in the future on general principle and will be a constant reminder as to what happened that night you failed out of college and decided to go drinking at the bar.
7. Lastly, because seven is a nice round number - academic dishonestly is against university policy. I won't encourage it, nor will I even mention the dastardly deed in my precious list of the quickest ways to pass a midterm. How dare you even imply that I agree with such a thing? Gosh.
'Tis All.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Thoughts on Super Tuesday
OMG! I have never been so glued to a screen. I felt like I was reading Harry Potter 7 for the umpteenth time. Yes, I was quite impressed by the coverage and even more impressed with my cell phone that streamed the live feed faster than my television did. - and I was able to get my fitness on while watching it.
OBAMA: OMG. When he told that girl he loved her back, I about died laughing - the media tries to portray him as a not-so-black-man who attempts to portray himself as a "brother." As soon as he said that I was like this black man here. Wifey probably sitting in the corner laughing like "She ain't got nothing on me" And he's currently (as of this post) in the lead as far as delegate count.* True. But seriously, go Obama.
Hilary: Yep, she did wonderfully as well. She must have really reached out to the Latino voters for her to pull so many! And she really appealed to emotions during her speech, as only a woman could :0). I was actually looking at her necklace and pearl combination and found myself wondering what shoes she was wearing...But seriously, Clinton is really blowing my mind as far as her popularity among the voters/delegates.
Romney: He pretty much put down the current administration for about half of his speech. I forgot what party he was aligned with (until he mentioned the private sector). But seriously, yeah he pretty much owned Bush for everything that he hasn't done while he was in office.
**
Huckabee: Should just drop out.
McCain: Well, here's the competition... oh well. Pass me the soda, hot wings, and Doritos - I mean the unsalted, unbuttered popcorn, baked chicken, and bottled water.
'Tis All.
*http://news.bostonherald.com/news/national/politics/2008/view.bg?articleid=1071704
**tshirthell.com
OBAMA: OMG. When he told that girl he loved her back, I about died laughing - the media tries to portray him as a not-so-black-man who attempts to portray himself as a "brother." As soon as he said that I was like this black man here. Wifey probably sitting in the corner laughing like "She ain't got nothing on me" And he's currently (as of this post) in the lead as far as delegate count.* True. But seriously, go Obama.
Hilary: Yep, she did wonderfully as well. She must have really reached out to the Latino voters for her to pull so many! And she really appealed to emotions during her speech, as only a woman could :0). I was actually looking at her necklace and pearl combination and found myself wondering what shoes she was wearing...But seriously, Clinton is really blowing my mind as far as her popularity among the voters/delegates.
Romney: He pretty much put down the current administration for about half of his speech. I forgot what party he was aligned with (until he mentioned the private sector). But seriously, yeah he pretty much owned Bush for everything that he hasn't done while he was in office.
**Huckabee: Should just drop out.
McCain: Well, here's the competition... oh well. Pass me the soda, hot wings, and Doritos - I mean the unsalted, unbuttered popcorn, baked chicken, and bottled water.
'Tis All.
*http://news.bostonherald.com/news/national/politics/2008/view.bg?articleid=1071704
**tshirthell.com
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Talk for Tuesday: I'm so hood!
The ghetto girl in me yearned to be free yesterday when someone tried to bring me out in public for no apparent reason other for humiliation and bastardliness.
Now, if I am addressed about issues in a civilized manner, I will respond accordingly. But when you try to put me, a 'round the way, lose-all-common-sense-when-I'm-pissed female in a small enclosure with a large number of people and you trying to break bad and shine the dim light that you possess on me, things are going to get a tad bit disturbing.
The culprit in question must have thought that I am on the lighter side of the color scale when he tried to blast me in front of about 20 of my peers. Not to mention, that he tried to downplay my intelligence. And then he gets mad when I have the audacity to say something back, quick-like, defending myself, and playing him all in the same statement. Furthermore, I don't give a flying f^ck. And that in itself is out of character for me.
The ghetto girl in me is either developing a thick skin, or that b!tch is hiding out until something dumb happens that warrants a good smackdown. I'm too close to graduation - Help me Jesus- to let some fool keep me down. And I the book of James gotta calm my nerves quick like before I enter that realm again.
Speaking of which, I am getting sick and tired of some members of the other persuasion cutting their eyes at me like I don't know I'm black attending a PWI. Are you intimidated by me, my race, my swagger (oh I'm sorry, you're not familiar with the term)? Why do you grab your bag when I walk by? Why do you walk in the street to go around me. Bia-tch please. Get hit by the bus. This is why you will go off into the real world, try for a job, and not get said job because someone of my persuasion who attended a PWI has come in and took your place. And how will you feel when Obama is president?
Ignorance is not bliss, but it will cause you to get your wig split.
In other news:
I am attempting to wait until 10p.m. to turn on CNN to see the results of Super Tuesday. That way i can see all the results at once. I am anticipating something really close and I can't wait to go to class (yes I said it) to hear my professor's thoughts on the results.
Maybe one day I will run for a political office, wouldn't that be interesting... wonder how much of my life they will dig up for the dirt so I can publish a book and make some cash? If the Video Vixen can do it...
'Tis All.
Now, if I am addressed about issues in a civilized manner, I will respond accordingly. But when you try to put me, a 'round the way, lose-all-common-sense-when-I'm-pissed female in a small enclosure with a large number of people and you trying to break bad and shine the dim light that you possess on me, things are going to get a tad bit disturbing.
The culprit in question must have thought that I am on the lighter side of the color scale when he tried to blast me in front of about 20 of my peers. Not to mention, that he tried to downplay my intelligence. And then he gets mad when I have the audacity to say something back, quick-like, defending myself, and playing him all in the same statement. Furthermore, I don't give a flying f^ck. And that in itself is out of character for me.
The ghetto girl in me is either developing a thick skin, or that b!tch is hiding out until something dumb happens that warrants a good smackdown. I'm too close to graduation - Help me Jesus- to let some fool keep me down. And I the book of James gotta calm my nerves quick like before I enter that realm again.
Speaking of which, I am getting sick and tired of some members of the other persuasion cutting their eyes at me like I don't know I'm black attending a PWI. Are you intimidated by me, my race, my swagger (oh I'm sorry, you're not familiar with the term)? Why do you grab your bag when I walk by? Why do you walk in the street to go around me. Bia-tch please. Get hit by the bus. This is why you will go off into the real world, try for a job, and not get said job because someone of my persuasion who attended a PWI has come in and took your place. And how will you feel when Obama is president?
Ignorance is not bliss, but it will cause you to get your wig split.
In other news:
I am attempting to wait until 10p.m. to turn on CNN to see the results of Super Tuesday. That way i can see all the results at once. I am anticipating something really close and I can't wait to go to class (yes I said it) to hear my professor's thoughts on the results.
Maybe one day I will run for a political office, wouldn't that be interesting... wonder how much of my life they will dig up for the dirt so I can publish a book and make some cash? If the Video Vixen can do it...
'Tis All.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Super Tuesday
Consider I study politics, I guess I should address this issue:
It's official (disregard the time stamp at the bottom of this post)!
Well, the results of tomorrow (today rather) will give us so much insight into the minds of Americans - considering people actually go and vote. We are living *in* History! We are witnesses to one of the most telltale elections in... forever!
Let's examine the facts:
We have an African American and A woman both viable contenders for the position for president. We have seen a double number in voter turnout, candidates dropping like flies, and not to mention gunslinging (always entertaining).
Issues are actually being addressed and the current lame duck is trying to remind people that he is still in the White House, if only for a little while longer, by implementing an economic boost, which could have been done earlier in his term. Maybe he is trying to divert attention from the Democratic hopefuls to the Republican party? Hmm?
Well, whatever. I still didn't forget that we went to Iraq on mostly speculation, without the international community supporting us, and not mention taxes increased and the country is still in economic shambles. But hey, gotta try to pick up the GOP's cracked face somehow, huh?
The anticipation surmounts.
My eyes twinkle with the possibility that this country is about to undergo a MAJOR change.
My lips quiver with excitement when I think about 2009 rolling around and a new era unfolds.
I feel better access to health care reigning down on me as I type.
These are my opinions people, nothing more.
'Tis All.
It's official (disregard the time stamp at the bottom of this post)!
Well, the results of tomorrow (today rather) will give us so much insight into the minds of Americans - considering people actually go and vote. We are living *in* History! We are witnesses to one of the most telltale elections in... forever!
Let's examine the facts:
We have an African American and A woman both viable contenders for the position for president. We have seen a double number in voter turnout, candidates dropping like flies, and not to mention gunslinging (always entertaining).
Issues are actually being addressed and the current lame duck is trying to remind people that he is still in the White House, if only for a little while longer, by implementing an economic boost, which could have been done earlier in his term. Maybe he is trying to divert attention from the Democratic hopefuls to the Republican party? Hmm?
Well, whatever. I still didn't forget that we went to Iraq on mostly speculation, without the international community supporting us, and not mention taxes increased and the country is still in economic shambles. But hey, gotta try to pick up the GOP's cracked face somehow, huh?
The anticipation surmounts.
My eyes twinkle with the possibility that this country is about to undergo a MAJOR change.
My lips quiver with excitement when I think about 2009 rolling around and a new era unfolds.
I feel better access to health care reigning down on me as I type.
These are my opinions people, nothing more.
'Tis All.
"I Be Working on my Fitness"
Alright, here's an update on the status of my exercise routine that I spoke about in my "Ode to Cellulite":
My cellulite, poor me, is slowly disappearing. It would seem that although I am not losing "weight," certain body parts are appearing to be getting tighter and flatter, which means I am losing fat and gaining muscle (go me, go me). My face is slimming slightly and I am able to exercise more without getting tired so fast (increased stamina).
As far as food is concerned - I love it. It's gonna be a real cold day before I find myself on a real diet. But, I must admit, I have replaced high fat snacks with healthier ones like yogurt. As far as meat is concerned, right now, my choice of meat is fish and all things seafood. I eat whole grains, fruit, and fresh/frozen vegetables. And last but not least, I drink plenty of water and herbal tea (sweetened with honey, not sugar). HOWEVER, I must emphasize that I am not on a diet, so sometimes I have my triple C cravings: coffee, cheeseburgers, and candy. And there you have it.
All this to say, although I don't have too many complaints about my size other than not being able to find a pair of jeans that fit properly; exercise is a must because diabetes doesn't discriminate. Heart disease is a leading cause of death, especially in Black women. I'm not trying to get on that boat, for real.
I'm rockin' out on the stationary bike, ya dig?
'Tis All.
My cellulite, poor me, is slowly disappearing. It would seem that although I am not losing "weight," certain body parts are appearing to be getting tighter and flatter, which means I am losing fat and gaining muscle (go me, go me). My face is slimming slightly and I am able to exercise more without getting tired so fast (increased stamina).
As far as food is concerned - I love it. It's gonna be a real cold day before I find myself on a real diet. But, I must admit, I have replaced high fat snacks with healthier ones like yogurt. As far as meat is concerned, right now, my choice of meat is fish and all things seafood. I eat whole grains, fruit, and fresh/frozen vegetables. And last but not least, I drink plenty of water and herbal tea (sweetened with honey, not sugar). HOWEVER, I must emphasize that I am not on a diet, so sometimes I have my triple C cravings: coffee, cheeseburgers, and candy. And there you have it.
All this to say, although I don't have too many complaints about my size other than not being able to find a pair of jeans that fit properly; exercise is a must because diabetes doesn't discriminate. Heart disease is a leading cause of death, especially in Black women. I'm not trying to get on that boat, for real.
I'm rockin' out on the stationary bike, ya dig?
'Tis All.
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