Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Happy Birthday to me and this blog.

October 16, 2010

Twenty-five must be the age of simplicity. Instead of going nuts for what people deemed a milestone birthday, I spent the night with my two closest friends and my older brother. Beer was had, as were wings. Stories were told, memories were shared, waitresses were ogled, movies were watched etc. Now I’m sipping a rum and coke in bed, writing this, listening to the less famous Phil Anselmo-fronted metal band. I’m 25 years old. This is neat.

I never envisioned myself as a 25 year old when I was younger. I never dreamed about what I’d be doing at 25, I just always imagined I’d figure it out and at some point and the ball would roll and I’d be doing whatever was expected of someone at that age. That didn’t happen. Sometimes I’m upset at myself for being unable to achieve some kind of stability over the years, but I’m also really proud of all the life experience I’ve gained for not going that traditional route. Lets the last 24 years I:

-Pursued an ideal career in an industry I was interested in. It ended up not working in my favor, but I had so much fun doing it. Some of my past co-workers ended up being really important people in my life. Onto the next one.

-Found love for the first time. Lost love for the first time. Heartbreak for the first time. Drama for the first time. Losing dignity for the first time. Acting pathetic and stupid for the first time. Forgetting for the first time. Detaching for the first time. Moving on.. for the first time. It was joy, and pain. Sunshine, and rain…everything Rob Base ever rapped about. It was a nice time, it was a bad time. It was something that I wont forget. In the months that followed, I learned a lot about myself and about women and relationships.

-Met people. In the last 5 years I’ve met an interesting bunch of people. Some have become great friends, some I’ve accidentally lost contact with, some I’ve cut out of my life forever. I’ll probably repeat this process for the rest of my life.

-Continued my education! I feel like I’m on the right track. This past year has been quite a drag for a number of reasons, but school has kept me occupied enough to not worry about any negativity. I feel balanced, finally. I know what I want to do for a living. I know what I want to study. I know which universities I’m considering for my transfer. I’m really excited about this.

-Became metal as fuck. No explanation necessary.

That’s about it. This blog will probably disappear or be updated scarcely from now on. I started another site that is taking up my time and creativity. I’ve run out of things to say regarding my personal life anyway. So, I’m off to thank some people. Here is a picture of me as the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus Cat.



Stay the course.

September 24, 2010

Something that has stuck with me for a long time is the phrase “Stay the course.” I don’t know if it’s an actual saying, and I don’t care to Google it at the moment but I’ll never forget where I saw it. It was thumb-tracked to a cork board in my cousin’s bedroom. He was a college student at the time. Our uncle wrote “Stay the course” with a green sharpie on a piece of paper and placed it there. Its really the only thing my uncle has done that I’ve given a shit about. I purposely refrain from his once-a-year phone calls for reasons I’d rather not mention but that’s beside the point.

I never really could stay the course as a young person, but I stopped being a young’n a few years back. Recently, something clicked with me while I was doing some people watching at school. I realized how my poor decision making has kinda kept me in mediocrity over these last few years. A few hours of self-pity did me some good that day. I’ll be 25 in a few weeks. I think it’s time to stop fucking around and get things done. This is really the last shot I have at getting out of the funk that I put myself in. I’m ready to get on with my life. I’ve finally got the drive and the motivation to handle my biz.

All I need to do is stay the course and I’m golden.

Kobe Bryant Scores 81 Points!

May 5, 2009

I wish. Something about last night’s loss has me wanting to correct my life. There’s nothing wrong, except the part where I don’t know what I want to do with myself as far as careers go. I enjoy doing pr/online marketing, and I absolutely love the entertainment industry, but certain aspects of this job are completely unoriginal, and repetitive. Who woulda thought that the music biz would be redundant? Not I. So, unless something clicks soon, I’ll probably look into pursuing something other than a degree in Comm. We’ll see though. Some days I dream about having my own marketing firm, and some days I dream about being a race car driver. Almost 24, and I don’t know what I’m doing with myself. Alarming.

So now that the serious stuff is out of the way, I can talk about Lil Wayne. I recently listened to The Carter III in it’s entirety and I have to say..Lil Wayne is nowhere near a top 10 list. I realize the guy can make a great album and write mega hits, but there’s nothing about his skill that makes me want to compare him to the all-time, and current greats. Fabolous, and Juelz have a guest spot on the same song on the album, and their verses put Lilweezyana’s entire disc to shame. SHAME. Anyway, that’s it for now.


March 9, 2009

Thanks to Ali, I now have a new acronym to annoy you with. Anyway, no real updates in a while. What gives? Well, I’ve been busy with work, school, and life shitting on me. My creative juices are sucked out when noon hits. I’ll just talk about my face. About a week ago, I looked like this:

Today I look like this:

People are comparing me to this guy. Why the fuck can’t I be compared to this guy, or even this guy? I assure you my hairline isn’t that fucked up, it’s just the lighting. Hopefully this beard fills in real nice. I’ve got people to scare, and Kufis to wear.


February 16, 2009

My girlfriend is currently making dinner, and playing World of Warcraft at the same time. This is something I cannot comprehend, but I’ll let it slide this one time. Seriously, though, if dinner turns out to be subpar, then we all know what has to happen. Love hurts. All semi-joking aside, I love that my girl wants to play video games with me, but I’m wary of the ones she wants to play. World of Warcraft takes your soul. Ask my friend Peter. This guy would rather level up than hang out with some chicks. It’s happened more than once. I’m just afraid she’s gonna play like 20 hour sessions on the weekend and forget about me like my friend Peter. hahaha. Why can’t she co-op with me on some Gears of War, or Halo 3? Maybe even go against me in some MK vs. DC Universe. (I can hear her character attack or something right now. hahaha) This stirfry better be the shit.

I’m slacking on the personal updates as of late. I’m just consumed by everything. Work, school, relationship, ruining Valentine’s Day dinners etc. If it were up to me, I’d write about my sex life 24/7 but I have to “respect” my girlfriend or some jibber-jabber like that. Man, do I have stories! (I can hear her playing Brotha Lynch Hung while her character attacks enemies, but I don’t hear anything sizzling. Hmm. Beat down time? I’m pretty sure she just hinted at playing WoW all night. What about sex? Goddamnit. My sex life is over faster than it started. I just heard her say “You’re doomed, little guy!”) I’ll be jerking off tonight…and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow night etc.

We are currently in the process of looking at places together. Moving fast? You bet. That’s the only way I know how to do things. Run-N-Gun like Mike D’Antoni, and the New York Knickerbockers. In all seriousness, I feel like it’s meant to be. I mean, if you guys only knew how we ended up together, you’d probably stop all that “fuck a bitch” shit (Shouts to Biggie). We both work, and make steady livings. I’m sure we’re gonna find a cozy apartment in our nice little suburb in the coming months.

I think dinner is just about ready. This week I promise to post some funny shit. I still have a couple of lists to post, and some top 10’s I came up with that are sure to make you gays “LOL.”

There’s some super models over here..

January 13, 2009

So I have this new job at a PR firm. One of my old co-workers started it, and he needed some help, so I happily agreed to join his team. It’s a really nice office, but this mothafucka lives here too. Upstairs. You can see his bed and xbox from where I’m sitting. I think this is gonna be a good opporunity for me while I’m in school. I can get back into my marketing and promo roots. I’ve missed it. Right now there’s these fine ass bitches in this office meeting about some project. I thought they were models, but they’re just writers or something, talking about their stupid ass movie. It’s about a robot or something retarded. These Hollywood fags are weird.

Anyway, I gotta “work.”

Man, I be so fresh I make you go back in the house.

December 10, 2008

I’m in the library listening to the new E-40 album at a volume that is inappropriately loud. I’m waiting to get yelled at by some young go-getter that’s annoyed by 40 Water. Anyway, here’s a small update.

This is the last week of school before finals. I have three to worry about, but I’ll be okay. Getting to this point finally makes me realize that I have what it takes to finish. I got through my first semester, and the shit flew by real quick.  I remember my first day back like it was yesterday. I actually stood outside of the classroom saying to myself, “I can’t fucking do this.” Then I pictured my mom whooping my 22-year old ass in front of everyone, and I marched my sorry self into that classroom ready to get my learn on. I’m glad I didn’t walk away. At first I dreaded it, but it didn’t take long for me to adjust to school. I actually enjoyed being on campus. Anyway, I’m excited for the Spring semester to start in February. I’m way happy about coming back, and getting my learn on. I can’t wait to finish up here, and transfer my ass to a university.

The Parentals are talking to each other again. Super weird. With the way things went down when my mom left, I thought that the two of them would never to each other ever again. I was wrong, apparently. It’s really weird for my brother and sister too. They don’t really approve of this new supposed “friendship,” but, what can you do? The other day I came home around 8 in the morning and my mom was there with my dad…acting questionable. Super awkward moments were dodged when I pretended that I wanted to take out the trash. On m way to the dumpster I was like “Was she really there?! What were they doing, or about to do?? Ewww!” It happened again on Tuesday. Kill me. So I don’t know if they’re gonna get back together or not. They’ve been hanging out a lot lately… We’ll see.

I have a girlfriend. Yup, you read correctly. She’s pretty much the flyest gal I’ve met, and I’ve met plenty of gals. Here’s some photographic evidence of me meeting gals:

Anyway. I’m sooo glad I met her. An example of how cool she is: I just told her I watched a video of a guy shoving a jar up his ass, and the jar breaking, causing the shards of glass to tear up his asshole, and bleeding all over the place. She laughed. Fuck, she’s awesome. Sounds like a I got myself a winner, ey?

I voted for Barack Obama.

November 4, 2008

I feel good about it too. I hope everyone is taking advantage of their right to vote. Please, get out there and make a difference, y’all.

We don’t have a problem with free throws.

October 28, 2008

I don’t know what direction I’m taking this blog in. Lifestyle, music, entertainment blah blah. I enjoy talking about myself, so I’m going to probably stick to the “I’m better than you” formula when I come up with whatever bullshit entry I have brewing in my head.

My friends say I’m sadistic for watching the video above as much as I do (Every day pretty much). I really can’t help it. Darius and I have a lot in common. We are gigantic failures. He fails on the court, I fail in real life. The other night I put myself in a situation that I compared to the missed free-throws. I won’t get into it, but the moment I returned home from this hilarious disaster, I logged into youtube, and watched the clip over and over because I was trying to cheer myself up. I can’t say it helped. It probably made things worse, to tell you the truth. I now have to live with my stupidity, and because it’s burned into my memory forever, I have to deal with Darius Washington’s nightmare as well. Oh well, I’ll get over it. Darius won’t.


Happy Birthday to me.

October 14, 2008

Note to my friends: Just because you guys see me on AIM at 12:01 am on October 15th, 2008, it does not give you the right to wish me a happy birthday, and then think you’re off the hook. Look, my day isn’t even over yet. It’s October 14th to me still because I haven’t gone to bed yet. I’m stuck doing homework/studying. Is it going to kill you to wait like 8 hours to send me a text, or give me a call? You snakes.

Anyway..It’s my birthday! 23 years old, and I’ve accomplished nothing. Let’s keep it that way for a little bit longer. I remember when I was like 17 thinking..”Damn, 21 is so far away.” What the fuck happened? Oh well. I don’t know what I’m doing for my birthday. I’d like some trim. I’ll settle for dome. Hell, I’ll settle for a chick sitting on my lap.