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School's out for ever!!!

Today.... oh Today.... today was a joyous day for me. Today was the last day of classes EVER! I will never again suffer through such institutionalized torture for such a long period of time. So long i've been a student; no more. It is an interesting crux. I nearly don't know how to identify myself. Not in greeting, but more so in the sense that school has just been a given for so long, it seems odd to be without it. Like getting a cast removed after breaking your limb. You are happy to have it gone, but it was cozy inside. Well, I shall find my comfort in sleep. What remains is a deceptively high bar known as finals. I feel like I don't have jack to do, when in reality I have nearly half a semesters work to catch up on, a 25-page paper to complete, and an original project to finish. Feels like nothing, as if somoene asked me to run a mile for a million dollars. I'm like ... "that's all", attempting to deny the fact that I don't run very often. Enough about me, how are you doing? So long we've been in school and now not? What is up?

Oh, for all of you who care, I talked to steven. His commencement was today I believe, or yesterday. I think yesterday. He is moving in to his new place w/ his roommate, somewhere in OK. I couldn't tell you specifics, it's all OK to me. I am glad he's doing well though.

Bah dah dahdah...
Peace.

Boondocks...

The Boondocks

So true.

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Just like music...

Oh baby! Things are getting under way folks. I am not at liberty to say what all is going down, but let's just say you'll know it when you see it, or know it when you hear it. ;-) Pray for me though. Weeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuu.
Peace.

Midterm break
Yes, see I give to the needy...

...and not the greedy. Mmm-Hmm that's right!

[Click Here] for some good clean anti-administration fun. They just give us so much to work against, i mean with. Tee Hee.
Ba-a-a-a-a-a-ack to Midterms. (Sung to the Hallelujah Chorus)
All work and no play makes me something something...
All work and no play makes me something something...
All work and no play makes me something something...

Why SUNY Buffalo's mascot... is a bull...

Due to the length and outta-lineness (it's a word, f'real) of this story, it is best to do it in timeline form. Imagine that typewriter sound for each time mark.

March 5, 2005
5AM - We leave for Buffalo.
12PM - We arrive at extremely tired from riding in a cramped car.
12:20 - We register at the front desk of the show location with the Buffalo Squad (BS) ...psst that's a pun.
They tell us the following schedule: 1:30PM - Stage Practice, 2PM - Food. 5PM - Show.
Cool with us, we just want to know if we can put our stuff down in the hotel, and then come back.
They scramble together some kind of a stall and then change the subject.
12:25 - They show us to our dressing room and tell us they will be right back.
12:35 - We leave the room and go back to the front desk asking if we can just go to our hotel (we're tired remember, we wanna sleep).
12:36 - "WHY HAVE YOU LEFT YOUR CAGE?!"... OK, they didn't say that, but they basically did. As well, told us to hold on while they found someone who knew what the plan was for us.
12:40 - We return to a vending machine room, cus we'd be d*mned if we were going back to that lil' *ss room.
12:50 - We ask another of the SUNY crew if we can go to the hotel. She says, hold on, let me find [main BS puppeteer].
1PM - We ask a different person of their crew if we can go to the hotel. She says, hold on, let me find [head squad person]. Before she left we asked her what hotel we were staying in. Her reply, "The Continental Inn".
1:01 - We ponder if we can get there without them, but then figure that they would need to check us in since they are paying for it.
1:05 - We bother yet another person and follow and make sure she goes to [main BS puppeteer].
1:06 - [Main BS puppeteer] tells us that they have moved our stage practice time from 1:30PM to as close to now as possible. And that right after it they will take us to the hotel. "What's the name of the hotel", we ask, just seeing if they would flip the script on us. "The Sheraton", i think. Astonished by this pleasant abode, we calm down, cus we were 10seconds from getting crunk. (Except for me, who had quickly realized the BS and was now just laughing at how much they could dish out.)
1:13 - We realize she lied, we begin to assume we will get on stage at 1:30PM.
1:20 - They let us on stage where we soon find out that we aren't allowed to do lights, nor sound, because either people aren't here, or they just don't want to let teams do that before the show (cus letting teams prepare makes baby Jesus cry).
1:30 - We say f*ck it and just run through transitions and work out our spacing.
1:45 - Our "10mins" of practice time are up and we leave the stage and return to our vending place, cus ... cus... cus f*ck that tiny-*ss dressing room, though it did have an internal bathroom w/ shower. Not that we used it much.
1:55 - We ask if we can go to the hotel, as well how the whole lunch (pizza, chicken, water, soda) they promised us would work out.
1:56 - The girl tells us that the person who was bringing the pizza got in a car crash or something. We feel horrible.
1:57 - She retracts the story and explains that she just meant that she doesn't know where the girl is. We joke about the f*cked up-ness of her explaination. She leads up to the front desk, where we negotiate with underlings of BS, until... bom-bom-bommmmm...Queen BS makes her appearance.
2:00 - We learn that they aren't taking us to the hotel, because they are waiting for Cornell. We enlighten them on the multitude of their crew and the ability they have to make trips. It goes over their heads.
2:05 - After more of the same, we get them to agree to take us to the hotel. They go get the team that was sharing the dressing room with us. Oh yes, we are SHARING the dressing room w/ a fifteen member team; a dressing room made for 4-8 people.
2:07 - After a long pause of "OK" in which we just waited for them to backtrack, we went out to our cars, at which point they told us to WAIT while they went to get their vans.
2:15 - We start joking that they are hustlin' us... like how they trying to stall and get Cornell in the cars, or how they probably saying "Dang, these n*ggas really showed up!! Shoot if we can keep them here till the show then just say 'Fend for yourselves!' what they gone do? Get mad and go home?" (a 7hr drive that we pulled non-stop, shoutouts to Greg and Ike, Uchenna's brother).
2:20 - The pizza arrives and we are like "Ain't this some sh*t?! Say mayn, these MFs is workin' my last nerve mayn." "Ey, we should just wait till ya boy goes inside to deliver the pizza then jack a bag of boxes.
2:21 - The delivery man must of heard us cus he looked at us and then DID NOT MOVE! We were rolling.
2:25 - Some underling of BS pull up in their student activity vans, at which point Queen BS hops in the driver seat of one of them and the story becomes 'The Fast & The Furious'. Ya girl, BURNT OUT (in a minivan). You couldn't have told us she wasn't trying to loose us. You see her and the 5 cars from the two schools that are following her (Tufts - 2 rides, City COllege - 3 rides) weaving in and out of traffic at high speed. We were bustin' jokes that she was trying to pull some James Bond mess so that BS didn't to pay for Hotel.
Joke1: "Ey, bet this [bizl] find a light turning yellow and burn through the thang so the rest of us get caught at a red light."
Joke2: "D*mn, I didn't know minivans could move that fast. She must got some nitro tanks on that [bizl] or something."
Joke2: "[Shoot], she act like she bout to squirt some oil from the back, sprout some wings and sh*t."
Joke3: "Say mayn, watch like 8 different identical mini-vans pop out and shuffle in the road."
Joke4: "They on walkie-talkies like 'Stop them mu-f*ckas right now!'"
2:33 - The light joke really happened. However, the car i was in made it too, so she circled in a parking lot till the rest of the folks came.
2:45 - We realize the hotel ain't a 10min drive from SUNY.
2:50 - We realize the hotel ain't The Sheraton, but actually a Super MOTEL 8 on Sheridan Blvd.; huge difference.
2:55 - We accompany Queen BS to the front desk, where we learn that they hadn't planned on us checking in until 7PM. As well, how they will open a side door so that we can enter without disturbing the other guests if you "know what I'm saying...", as the concierge said to Queen BS. Wait, this is Super Motel 8, it's just called a lady at the front desk.
3:00 - Abound with "Why the Black folk gotta go in the back door?" jokes we load in our hotel rooms put our stuff down. Forturnately since other teams pulled from the competition we get four(4) rooms for the 12 people on the trip with us. Do the math.
3:08 - Knock on the door, its Uchenna we all have a few laughs.
3:15 - We have a short meeting about how we will spend the time till 5pm. We know we aren't the first ones on stage so we don't have to be there exactly at 5PM. We arrange a food run since the food came as we left.
3:25 - We practice our intro to music in the COLD in front of Super Motel 8 until we are asked to move cus of the sleeping truckers.
3:28 - We practice our intro to music in the REAL COLD (cus we've been out there longer) air in front of some abandoned business.
3:40 - Our McDonalds arrives, much thanks to Jolanda & Rony.
3:45 - We knock out. Keep in mind this is the first time we've really rested since getting out that cramped car so when I say we knocked out I mean GONE.
4:00 - Same knock on the door, its one of the underlings. As she told us that it was time to go, I contemplated how wrong it would be if i just closed the door on her. I mean... I am a captain, but i really didn't want to deal with her. Anyway, she insisted that it was time for Blackout to go, or get left.
4:01 - She tells Uchenna (the other captain) the same, he's like... 'leave'. (Of course he said it in a nicer way, but essentially... yeah). I ask the girl if we REALLY need to be there now, or if it was gone be some more "ok, wait here" BS when we got there. She's like "No we need y'all there now."
4:30 - We head back to SUNY.
5PM - We arrive at the show. We head to the dressing room, which the other team is already dominating cus they was like "How high you want me to jump?"
5:10 - We get cameras set up so we can record the show for ourselves. And get ready to go watch the show only to find out there we must stay in our
6PM - We take over the dressing room when the other team leaves.
6:45 - The let us know we will be going on stage soon. We wake up a third of the team.
7PM - Are u surprised that we are still waiting?
7:30 - We step. We had a couple of boggles in the start, but eventually pulled it together.
7:45 - We negotiate us watching the rest of the show.
9PM - We win 3rd Place and Best Dressed. Considering the boggles, that's not bad. We know how much better we could have done so we are like, cool.
9:30 - We are glad the mess is over. We're singing, and bustin' jokes. We decide to hit up a liquor store (i don't drink, but want folks to unwind). Larry takes forever cus he orders a burger from some restuarant.
10PM - Ike and I make a run to Burger King.
11PM - We start watching a Nigerian movie and cracking jokes. (I'm not Nigerian, but that joint was funny. Everynow and then I have to ask about colloquialism, but still ... good times.)
11:30 - Some folks from City College (who won 2nd by the way) come by asking us if we are going to the party, we start BSing like we are thinking about it, but really all of the folks in the room I was in were bout 20mins away from knocking OUT.
Midnight - Watched 28 Days Later. And somehow managed to get an entire bed to myself for the night. :-)

March 6, 2005
8AM - Uchenna wakes folks up so we can hit the road.
8:15 - I'm ready. Except for a belt that i can't find. Turned out Uchenna nabbed it.
9AM - We in the car waiting for folks to quit jackstarchin' around.
9:15 - We hit the road.
11AM - We watch the tape in the car and realized WE GOT ROBBED. THERE IS NO REASON WE SHOULD NOT HAVE WON FIRST. I'm not mad though... nah, yes i am... a little bit. 1st Place team = I dunno, what they meant but somehow that equals a trophy. 2nd place team = They put on a play w/ a step about black pride. Folks ain't gone not give them something.
We realize that our presence sets a high bar for ourselves that we sometimes and sometimes don't live up to... which is why we always get sh*tted on even though we put on great shows. We should just start acting like we suck, then we'd win everytime, haha. Not going to happen. Dah well, but that was my weekend.
BLACKOUT!

Photos from the trip and other shows...

BlackOut!!

The bull is SO fitting!

Higher edu-bullsh*t

So... because I don't fit into the mold of an ideal philosophy student, because I find the philosopher of discussion short-sighted, because the proper means of writing a repsonse paper without repsonding to sh*t eludes me, my professor doesn't want me to take the course. He definitely is trying to fail me out. Honestly, i could care less, but i need the class to complete the major. So... yeah. He really did come out his mouth with some "Be a man and drop the class..." mess. I definitely have lost all respect for the dude. How messed up is that? 'You challenge me, so go away.' That's exactly what is wrong with the educational system today. It's not like a degree proves anything anymore anyway. People are still stupid. Take for instance this professor. In theory, I can just report him to the Dean (my advisor) or the provost. Or i could easily just say the right mess to eventually make him hit me (or try at least) and then get him tossed out. I figure i'll be nice and not f*ck his life up. It's not that crucial. I just want a 'D' or some mess, and my lil piece of paper. F'ing society. Really, why are people so stupid?
Peace.

Superbowl...

I am disappointed, and also annoyed. Eagles lost. But as if poking the injury all night i was annoyed at the commentators. They consistently and unceasingly called Terrell Owens (Teryl); even though it's pronounced (te-RELL'). Then the Simpsons is supposed to air after the game, but no... postgame show. And ON that postgame show the newscasters were like, "Hey, we're here in Jacksonville, we KNEW it was going to be a day in our favor cus today the sun was shining." How is that a tell? It's Florida. If i snowed, then you can be like, "Oh, it's in our favor. We play in snow all the time." ::Sniff:: ::Sniff:: Also, the Superbowl Half-Time show was so lame. I like the Beatles and particularly Paul McCartney, but a one act Half-Time show....????!!! And even the commercials were lacking. They are slowly dulling the Superbowl. Grrr, and now the newscasters are forcing everyone to call the Patriots a dynasty, even though the players are like, "meh!"
Grrrr. Brady.
Peace.

Assimilation...


I am shocked and amazed at myself. I broke a sweat in 35* DEGREE weather. That's just not right. I can't believe 35* has become relatively warm. That's OUTTA LINE. I was walking back from the square and i'm like, dang it's warm. Ice is melting. No. I started thinking, man I should enjoy this cus it's about to get cold again in a few days. No!! It's 35* now. It IS cold! I've been acclaimated and assimilated into this Bostonian weather mindset. It is a cold day in Brentdom!

Peace.

The Holy Grail of the MBTA...



Today was busy. I worked from 9-4; ran errands from 5-6; read from 6-7; class from 7-10. At 10PM i decide to head over to Brooks Pharmacy, get some lotion. (If you don't understand why, then ur retarded. Forget being PC you just are.) I am walking through the square on my way and i notice this rock music coming from this building with the lights off. I stopped and just looked at the place for a moment. Then I opened the door and noticed light coming from beneath the door. So i pulled on the lock and the door opened, and I saw an amp playing music, and some stairs. So as I opened the door more ... I REALIZED THAT THIS IS HOW WHITE FOLKS GET KILLED AND LEFT. Turned out Brooks was closed so i had come to the square for no reason what-so-ever. I could have died. Yep. I walked faster past that spot on my way, back. Though i did look down an alley i heard a strange noise from, and then realized that i learned nothing so i moved faster.
Don't be too curious.
Forget a cat. I'm me.

On a brighter note. The best part of today was the inauguration of my T-pass. I am truly in love with it. No more going to the token person, i just swipe and go. So fast, so now. It's American.
Peace.

Tag team...

So as i said my boss and I have this history (now) of destruction as we work together. So in Studio B he wants to install this new big monitor to replace the relatively less big monitor. So we unhook the original monitor and I put it somewhere out of the way and try to help him set the next big monitor in place cus it's heavy and he can't hold it forever. I then went around and took the cable to hook up the new monitor, but ofcourse it's too short. There is always some small obstacle that stops things from working out exactly as planned in the company. So he moves closer to the computer standing over the old monitor. We plug it in, and it doesn't work (again small details stopping the process). So fine we decide to plug in the old monitor. As he is removing the new one he kicks over and steps on the old monitor effectively breaking all ability of it standing on it's own. He's cussing (in English not German) and i'm thinking "...shoot he's gone blame this on me." The funny thing about it is though, he really can't cus i didn't put it somewhere he couldn't see, and he stepped over it just fine. Not only that he shouldn't have even stepped near it to begin with because if it couldn't reach from where it was then there IS no other option. So yeah, here's the conversation if my thoughts were said aloud.

Boss: Damnit.
Boss: How the hell did that happen?
Me: Cus you didn't pick your foot up high enough.
Boss: Why is it even there?
Me: Cus I needed somewhere to put it quickly.
Boss: Why didn't you put it on the couch
or somewhere on the other side of the room?

Me: Cus i didn't think you would kick over $800 monitor.
Me: Maybe if you slowed down I could make
enough sense for the both of us.

Boss: Take the time and do things right.
Me: I know you ain't talking about patience.
Me: Why are we even putting in a new monitor
anyway, the old one is not old yet.

Me: Outta line.
Boss: Why did you not tell me the monitor was
there, or tell me to stop?

Me: I was but you were too busy not listening to me.
Me: "Well I started to, but you ..." <-- I actually said this.
Boss: You are too polite to me. From now on
i give you full permission to say "Hey, dumbass, stop!"

Me: "Alright."
Boss: We can't keep breaking things.
Boss: You like to get things done so you move fast,
and I do the same and when we work together
we move double speed and then things get broken.

Me: "Yeah, we really should just slow down.
I thought we were doing better this time too.
On the bright side the monitor still works so
we at least do less expensive damage each time."

As far as the monitor goes, it's going to cost $40 to get the plastic back repared, unlike the $400 that Apple would try to wring from us. We know people who know people. Anyway, yeah. So that's the last time my boss and I worked together. There will be more, we will be careful, stuff will stay intact! Huzzah!

Limbo

As well I was essentially promoted. We hired new interns and now i'm their boss. As well as the boss of interns that were there before me. But through all of this responsibility i'm still not getting paid, yet. I'm not necessarily an intern but i'm not getting paid yet. I don't have to do alot of the errands that are needed. In fact, i barely have to leave the building now. Love that. However, I still am not getting paid. I'm in this occupational limbo.

The Yoga Ball...

I don't know if i've mentioned how my boss is a huge health freak but he is and among his organic diet and religious excercise frequency he has introduced yoga; which is where I come in. I definitely spent a good hour and a half pumping up the ball and have probably exhausted all interest i might have in Yoga. Now my boss and I have this thing where we break things that we both work on. So i was very cautious about making this yoga ball explode by overfilling it.

Music mogul...

(Written retrospectively!)
So i was back at work for about 4 days or so. I was putting in work too. I defintely made a habit of working 12hr days. Just doing everything that needed to be done until there were no more tasks for the day or it was productively inefficient to begin them that day. I definitely did among the most random things i probably will ever do on a job again.

Short break...

Yeah, so today is the last day of break for me. Tomorrow, I fly back to Boston to back to my job, then a week or so later school will kick in again. Fun. I really didn't get a break, cus i've been researching and preparing myself all this time for my internship, but really it's worth it. I know it will be. Yep. Big Things!
I go now. I forgot what else i was going to say.
Peace.

Houston ranked "fattest" in health survey.

Wise simaritan...

So today i was returning some movies to what's probably the first place you think of when renting movies and I see this cat on crutches as i'm parking. He sits down at one of the pillars near the entrance resting on his black leather backpack. I'd say he was mid 20s, 5'10, meh, just imagine Ethan Hawke w/ a southern drawl and you'll be close enough. He has on shorts when he sits so i can see the cause of his woe, a highly bruised gash behind his right thigh. It's closed but doesn't seem very healed.
As i'm walking dude says "Say mayn, i was wondering if you could help me out. I trying to get to Bellaire and Gessner, could you give me a ride?" Now...I'm a very generous person, but for some reason... I just didn't trust ole buddy. So i tried to interject his "i'm not bumming, i just need a ride..." and eventually waited for the final "I can't even really make it to the bus stop." (About 50ft away, on the corner of the parking lot.) I made up some excuse about needing to get the car back, gave him two dollars ($2). He seemed disappointed but accepted it.
Now as i went in i felt bad but all i could think was "I'm not gone get got for slippin'". Let's rethink this... If dude could barely get to the bus stop, how did he get where I met him? Not a resedential spot for about half a mile. As well, i'm thinking, just cus dude is on crutches doesn't mean he can drive my car were he to steal it. And who knows what was in the backpack. Dude looked too old to be in school, and if he was the prior parts still don't convince me to give him the ride. Also The Mrs was with me, and if he were to do something, i couldn't wild out on ole buddy cus he might hurt her. Let it marinate...)
I returned the movies, and spent a good while looking for some more. I noticed that ole buddy wasn't around anymore while i was inside, which was confirmed when we left. The whole thing just seemed like a set up. I give people rides sometimes. Like this black lady who was waiting in the rain. (This was before the blog I think. Maybe not, check summer of 2002.) Anyway, I don't regret my decision, that's how folks get got. Slippin'. Besides if i was wrong, i still paid for his ride home. Thus doing the same thing he asked for. :-)
Keep your eyes open people.
That's my two dollars. Peace.

Happy New Year...

There, it's said. Big things planned this year. Be on the look out for me. I'm on the rise. God is good.
So i went to CT to meet the Mrs parents. It was fun. Her brothers are hilarious, and someone always has something to say. One doesn't even have to say anything there is enough said for everybody. They are alot like my family in Mississippi so i didn't feel out of place or out of sorts. Why do people say out of "sorts"? Anyway, now i'm back home in Texas and i brought her along. I must say it is bliss. Minus the research i have to do for my job, but that's not a problem. Except that I misplaced my PDA which actually has a good bit of what i should do in it. Oh well, i'll recall.
What's new with you? Yes you. We're always talking about me. :-) Blog jo... meh you understood. Anyway, i'll see you later.
Five on it.

Next Chapter....

Ladies and Gentlemen Boyz and Girls, Dogs, Cats & Iguanas:
I have been busy. God is good though. He is really blessing me. My internship/job rules. I set up some mics and music stands in the uppers studio only to find out that a couple of kids from my school were singing there as part of a demo for this musical. So when they see me, they tell the composer that I have a great voice so he hires me on the spot to do some singing for him. So after their sssion, I sang about 3 peoples parts using three different voicings. It was fun. THEN dude paid me. So then it was REALLY fun. More so i liked the musical so i was just having fun recording and listening to it. The musical is about a slave revolt in 19th century South Carolina.
The funny thing was... in the studio are two Black guys (myself and the composer), a latino (the mixing engineer), and then the other four people were white. The part we recorded today was basically the "white people are evil part". Yeah... so it's funny to see them going in and out of takes as unassuming students <-----> racists. As well as the inherent questions on whether they are being reacist right. They did just fine. I love my internship.

Peace and Blessings.

Bad Habit...

So i have developed this habit. Whenever I get worried about something I lay down and go to sleep. Though it does make me feel better and take my mind off the problem, when I wake up the problem is closer (time-wise) and thus more of a worry and then i try to do a little bit of something about it, but it's not enough, and then i get more worried and so i go to sleep. As you can see this causes a continual loop. It's gotten so bad that i think i've conditioned myself to sleep when i'm worried. Hmph. I have two finals, today and a HUGE one tomorrow that i haven't studied for yet, cus i haven't finished the work for my HUGE final thursday. Ok, i have to go lay down.
Peace.

The B-Guide to Jobs...

We have discovered that it is beneficial to work in a job that you would do for free. I.E.> My internship now. Which I do for free, i think. I'm more than sure it's free, but i could be wrong. Though I didn't sign a W-2 or anything so they'd just be paying me out of pocket. But yeah, I love my internship now. The Lord is good. In the interview my boss was saying everything I had been thinking for the past 4yrs or so, and even my goals for my people. I was just sitting there dumbfounded like, "But you're German?!" So yeah, my boss is cool.
Anyway, i'm an intern, right (rhetorical)? So i do the menial tasks, but I enjoy the job, so i don't mind. I can already see how this will benefit my future. Therefore, I say, do a job that you like. Else you'll hate it and the time you waste at it. And time is the only thing worth regaining that you can't regain.
That's my word!

In a moment of ADD...

Your Porn Star Name is: Rod Steel

Get your own Porn Star Name

Ghost me...

As you can see it is time for finals and mess to start. In fact i'm working on a final paper around this break for blogging. There will be less and less blogs for a while. If you were to make a bell curve of my blogging frequency, December and May would = 2. Anyway, i'm out, just wanted to let u know that i won't be posting EVERYDAY. Check out the links ont he left, they'll keep you busy.

You are 80% Taurus!

How much do you match your zodiac sign?

Why I'm randomly paranoid...

Deliverance goes Real TV sans the cameras.
See!! Ya See!!! Crazy; no one ever plans for crazy! Well, I do, but y'all think i'm paranoid. Survival of the fittest, man. It's Darwinism all over again. You slip up and you get got. I used to randomly imagine what I would do in off-the-wall situations, but I began losing that in college. Tsk Tsk Tsk. Slippin'. See!! You never know when the folks next to you might just go crazy, so you better be prepared.
That's my word!