She Visits...
Yes Yes Y'all, and we don't stop. Yes Yes Y'all, we keep on.
So, it's now friday, the Mrs. has been here since wednesday evening. And i'm am about the happiest man on the face of the earth for the next two weeks. Then a brief interlude, then back to school. I really look forward to the rest of my life, and hope time slows down. We're all going to a similar end, what's the rush? I personally, would like to ride this thang on out real slow, smooth, and pimp-like, kno'mtawnbout? If i don't post anything till august, use your imagination. Some of y'all might have to dust off yourn.
"Get (Get)... that (that)... dirt of your shoulders!"
Peace-sanging.

Chinese Martial Artists are Talented
Alright, so i'm up at 3AM, no reason, and i'm watching the International Channel, no reason, and there is this martial arts display on it. Turns out to be this pseudo-documentary called Dragons of the Orient. Well, throughout the movie is this young lady being shown around China by this guy that used to train with Jet Li. Basically he's like trying to hook her up with an interview with a Master. So along the way they witness countless displays of martial arts styles. First off, wow. Second, China has a vast history and culture within martial arts alone. Third, JET LI is NICE. I had no idea how nice Jet Li is. He's been my favorite martial arts dude for a good minute, but wow. Like there's like a bell curve of his niceness. At 12 he won the First Martial Arts Tournament's Championship and held it for five consecutive years. By 19 he was a master... and after that it seems there was nothing left. Like it got to the point that he was training with the Masters' masters (aka the really old but rediculously nice martial artists). I mean, it's a random film, but i think it's the only way anyone will understand how not-to-be-messed with Jet Li is. There was this cat that did the Praying Mantis... amazing.  Then there was this dude that broke out with Monkey using a Bo-staff... I will probably never forget that.  It really is one of those things that comes on in the single digits AM that noone will ever see nor ever understand what they missed.  Yeah. If I had to pick one person to fight Bruce Lee it would be Jet Li.

Nightmare?
Alright so in the dream, it's me and the Mrs. We are in this house we just bought. It's not like huge but at the sametime most folks our age renting. So in the process of moving in we are opening storage spaces and such and the garage. In the garage, we get in and after a little bit we notice a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake (aka AintNoPunk). He hasn't started rattleing and he's stretched out along the left wall. So he's calm. It's still a worry though cus he ain't no punk. And his venom is one of the most deadly, filled with more hemotoxins than most and his fangs are BIG, unlike a cobra. Hemotoxins are interesting cus they destroy portions of your blood and make it hard to clot and give an intense burning sensation. So love leaves the garage and i'm thinking can i just wait for it to leave, maybe. Until i turn around and find that above the entrance is another one that i hope is asleep and stretched along the framework. Really not good cus he's above eye-level, which is good for the snake, bad for me. So as i walk out i noticed that at the very front of the garage about 3 feet from the door that puts u in the house on the leftish side there is another one, and this one is actually partially coiled and he's rattling. Now, for those who don't know, the snakes aren't really considering you a threat until they are coiled and rattling, else u are just possible food (or something big.) Now i'm thinking, crap... So i find something to try and deal with these snakes with and i find an old sword. Maybe a sabre, cus it's long and very straight only curved towards the sky at the very tip (i forget where i've seen the type before). Anyway, so i go in and I actually start wrecking shop. I'm chopping heads off and mess. Impale the one up top and flick it to the ground and decapitate it. Then i woke up. ANd was like, why are snakes in my dream? Which scares me cus sometimes my dreams are prophetic in not only figurative, but very literal ways. So I hop up like, "Where's the snake?" And now i'm wondering what I should interpret from the dream. As Confessions Part I & II repeats in my mind. Alright i'ma do a "Black man's investigation" for snakes, then chunk the duece and re-knock out.
Peace & Blessings.

Big BABE-Y!!

Alright then, one class down, one class to go. I finished Calculus-I today at 10:40AM; so happy y'all. Paid my school bill (what's due so far) and officially chunked the duece to U_of_H for the next few days. Burnt out with the quickness. Mayn i'm so happy to be done with that. No more sleeping from 4am-7am.... i'ma sleep till 9am, y'all. (Yeah, i have another class starting July 6th, but it starts later in the morning.) Man, i'm so glad to be done. So glad... that i'm not even going to blog about it anymore.
Duece & a quarter, pimp, Duece & a qwota!!