I’m supposed to be starting my “training” for the slam scene. Basically, I’m supposed to start memorizing pieces so I can go out and slam. For those that know me, I really have a problem/ beef with the politics revolving around slamming.. Just too many factors in the competitive poetry arena; but I told myself I was going to get over it and do it anyway. If I’m going to wear the label of a poet, then I need to embrace the culture that is such a big part of it now. Have I actually been training though? Hell no. I’ve been doing everything but training. On top of that, I have to write a poem for this film I’m going to be in, but haven’t started that yet. I’m slacking. I never slack…well, not with things I’ve committed to. I don’t know, the last few weeks I’ve found it hard to get going in the morning, hitting the snooze button repeatedly before I get up for work. Drowsy in the morning hours and dazed in the afternoon; maybe I need to take some vitamins or something.
I might start trying caffeine, although caffeine never really worked for me. There was this one time though, at band camp (sorry, couldn’t resist), when I had two small cups of coffee and some Dunkin Donuts in the wee hours of the morning. Every time I started to drift off to slip, my body would start shaking uncontrollably, and my teeth would start chattering. Heart racing, I thought to myself, “So, this is what a crack-head must feel like, huh?” Even now, my mind is still mush, not totally, but still struggling for coherence.
Pet Peeve #1910: I hate when people stand over me while I work, as if they are going to do something. It’s annoying, so just tell me what you need and be out. Unless of course I invite you to sit there over my shoulder…but, whatever.
Hey, I added a new feature to the journal…you can comment on the journal without going to the message/bored? Now. Of course, the message/bored? Is still in effect, but now, you have another option.
So sleepy…they need to have nap time for adults. That was the best part of pre-school, nap time. Maybe I can get my George Castanza on and build a bungalow underneath my desk. Actually, I’d need an office for that.
Happy Birthday Hollywood…you getting’ old punk!
Pet Peeve #1911: People who walk in groups in public at a slower pace than typical pedestrian traffic, yet prevent you from being able to get around them i.e. narrow sidewalks, cars, oncoming pedestrian traffic, etc. If ya'll going to talk @ .5 miles per hour, then just stop and talk so I can get to where I'm going!
Why the hell did Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie have a reunion special on Fox last night?
Why the hell do I know their names.
Honestly ya’ll, I ain’t even gon’ front, I watched the show a couple of times. Nicole is way more of an ass than Paris, but their both spoiled little so- and- so’s.
Reality TV: is it a drug?
I often watch it and say to myself, “This is the real world? That would never happen.” Seven strangers from completely different backgrounds not only work, but live together? C’mon folks. Last night, one of the white girls, have to mention race, crossed the line when she dropped the “N” bomb (now you see why I mentioned race?). I think her name is Robyn, or something like that… The black dude handled the situation…okay, but I woulda had to school them jokers. Actually, I may have acted an ass, so I really can’t speak on it. But the significance of that word, what it means, meant and how it has been historically used wasn’t even addressed. Shit, even Boston Public encouraged folks to go pick up a book or two after they did a show regarding that particular word. I’m ji’ upset about that.
The 10 Spot on MTV needs to be the 9 Spot, I gotta go to bed, and ya’ll put on your best programming between 10- 12. What type of bu’sh is that?!
Officially a fan of the big booty girl with the striped poom-poom shorts in the most recent Sean Paul video, “I’m Still in Love With You”…My…goodness! She may be giving Ki Toy from Big Boi’s “I Like the Way You Move” video a run for her money in the booty department.
Is there anything more sensual/ sexy than a big body gal who knows how to dance to dancehall music? Geesh!