PRAISE WHITE JESUS!!
Protie is ALIVE and well...and is NOT totalled! (doing my holy ghost dance)
And, not only did they "save" her...they gave me a check to get her fixed...and said that I could go back to the original body shop OR I could choose any other body shop that I wanted (which to me meant...let me see if I can go get the same service and repairs done somewhere were the cost is more reasonable...and save a few of these bucks.) LOL!
...so now, it's on to find that deal! Thank God that I'll have time to do that after Monday evening!
ok...on a side note...
next week, I'm actually doing an over nighter with my internship. We have to go up to Harrisburg, PA to do an interview/investigation. Hmm...I haven't decided if I wanna go or not because 1) it's in Harrisburg, PA....and what in the HELL is in Harrisburg, PA; 2) I'm not to keen on being in the same car/train/whatever form of transportation we are taking with the main investigator for that amount of time; 3) OK..there is no three, it's just a good round number. Funny how I'm in my last two weeks of working at my internship...and in the 2 years that I have worked there, this is the FIRST time I've done an overnight.
on a super side note...
I heard JJ Fad on the radio today. The S is for super, and the U is for unique. The P is for perfection and you know that we are freaks. LOL! I wonder if their families make them perform that song at every family reunion? LOL!
Friday, April 28, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Protie....NO!!!!!
OK...I admit...I sort of love my car. Not b/c it's a Bentley, Benz or BMW...but b/c it's MY car. It's the first car that I bought all by myself. I remember, in August of 1998, when I went to the lot to pick it out. I picked out one color...and was all set...and then as I was walking back into to sign the papers, I saw her. She still had the white tape/film on it and everything...and at that moment, she became mine. (OK...I'm sounding like someone who needs a friend...but I don't care. LOL!)
Anyways, as she was violated the other day, I finally got the word from the violator's insurance company that I could take Protie in to get repaired. So I do some research before I choose a place...and then set up an appointment. I'm actually getting hype at this point b/c she is going to be fixed soon. I roll up at the dealership (yep, I took her to the dealership body shop...can't just be going to anyone...and they were on the insurance companies preferred list) and prepare to part for a few days. I had actually been cool with the fact that she had been in an accident...that is all the way up until today when the body shop told me that my car may have to be totalled out. WHAT? Totalled out? What do you mean? I mean, she's still completely drivable...she just needs a small facelift. Then he was like, unfortunately, once the damage totals add up to more the 70% of what the car is worth, the insurance company usually totals it out. I'm like...so that means you are not going to fix her? He says, when we have damage like this, we have to have the actual insurance company estimator give it a look before we can proceed. Let's set up you an appointment for State Farm to look at it. At this point, I'm heated. Totalled to me means that you are going to give me a check for the retail value of my car and take my car....meaning I have to get a new car...meaning I have to take the time to go and search for a new car and potentially ending up with a car that I have to make payments on. I don't do payments. Been there...done that...finished in August 2003! Thanks. The Management. Plus, as I am about to graduate, I'm about to have to start making payments ANYWAY...that is, on these gargutuan amount of loans that I have to pay back. But, let me not even start down that road! And, I'm not trying to be having my entire check taken by these loans, and car payments, and insurances. Hell to the NAW!
So...all I can do now is wait until Friday and see what they say. All I know is...they better not say the wrong thing. I don't want to have to act ethnic!
Anyways, as she was violated the other day, I finally got the word from the violator's insurance company that I could take Protie in to get repaired. So I do some research before I choose a place...and then set up an appointment. I'm actually getting hype at this point b/c she is going to be fixed soon. I roll up at the dealership (yep, I took her to the dealership body shop...can't just be going to anyone...and they were on the insurance companies preferred list) and prepare to part for a few days. I had actually been cool with the fact that she had been in an accident...that is all the way up until today when the body shop told me that my car may have to be totalled out. WHAT? Totalled out? What do you mean? I mean, she's still completely drivable...she just needs a small facelift. Then he was like, unfortunately, once the damage totals add up to more the 70% of what the car is worth, the insurance company usually totals it out. I'm like...so that means you are not going to fix her? He says, when we have damage like this, we have to have the actual insurance company estimator give it a look before we can proceed. Let's set up you an appointment for State Farm to look at it. At this point, I'm heated. Totalled to me means that you are going to give me a check for the retail value of my car and take my car....meaning I have to get a new car...meaning I have to take the time to go and search for a new car and potentially ending up with a car that I have to make payments on. I don't do payments. Been there...done that...finished in August 2003! Thanks. The Management. Plus, as I am about to graduate, I'm about to have to start making payments ANYWAY...that is, on these gargutuan amount of loans that I have to pay back. But, let me not even start down that road! And, I'm not trying to be having my entire check taken by these loans, and car payments, and insurances. Hell to the NAW!
So...all I can do now is wait until Friday and see what they say. All I know is...they better not say the wrong thing. I don't want to have to act ethnic!
Just Freeze!
"Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! I know girl it's alot to ask! Tell me what other choice I have, When you love someone this bad... Just FREEZE! Don't change... Don't go... Don't leave... Just FREEZE! Girl I hope you understand, Promise I'll be back for you, When I become a better man..."
LL and Lyfe Jennings might have just hit the nail on the head with this one. This may just wrap my situation up all in one chorus. Sad, but true.
LL and Lyfe Jennings might have just hit the nail on the head with this one. This may just wrap my situation up all in one chorus. Sad, but true.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Finals
By now, you would think that I would be accustomed to finals, being that I only have 1 more left to take EVER!! However [comma], that is not the case as it bewilders me that I can spend 3 hours on an exam and still feel like I need 3 more to thoroughly complete it. It also amazes me how FAST 3 hours can pass because you start the exam one minute...and next thing you know they are yelling time.
At this point, as long as I pass, I'm cool. But, I would like to maintain at least a B average this semester. We'll see what happens.
At this point, as long as I pass, I'm cool. But, I would like to maintain at least a B average this semester. We'll see what happens.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
My Baby Was Violated
So, last night I went to a potluck. It was my intention when I left to go to the library and study until it closed at 2. But, I was tired...probably b/c I did not have a chance to take my daily nap...so I decided to come home. And, on my home, IT happened. I'm driving southbound down 9th Street in the far left lane. And, right near the intersection of 9th and I (near Pearl), this little Dodge Neon attempt to make a left turn from the 2ND LANE (instead of the proper lane to make such a turn, which is the lane that I was in!) So, you know what happened...BAM!! He ran right into me!! My poor Protie (my car's name) was violated!!
Then, we get out of the car...to assess the damage. He is like...I'm OK...can we just exchange numbers? Um...hell to the naw. Let's pull over out of all this traffic and look around b/c I feel like my car is NOT OK. So, we hop into our cars...and decide to pull over to a side street. So, I'm thinking that he is going to pull over at the next street. That was not the case...in fact, I felt like he was trying to escape, as I got caught at the next light...and he kept on going. Luckily, I had written down his tag number as soon as I got back into my car. Finally, as the light is green, I speed up and start flashing him. Then, he pulls over on E street (yep that's now 4 complete blocks away) and stops the car. I get out to look at the damage...and realize that my poor Protie is hurting pretty bad. The entire right side of my car was damaged somewhat, especially the front. In fact, my passenger door would only open a bit. He gets out of the car and starts looking at the damage. Then, he's like...are you sure you weren't speeding? Are you fucking serious? Um...NO I was not! Furthermore, it wouldn't matter anyways b/c you made a left turn from an internal lane...not the left lane. Had you been in the left lane making that turn, we would not have had an accident...but since you decided to cut across a lane to make a turn without first looking to see if anyone was coming, you hit me! Thanks. The Management. Then, he's like...OK...you're right. I'm like...I know that.
So, of course, I get all of his information plus all of his mother's information as she is the one that's insured...while calling the police. Now it around 11:00 p.m. I find out that he is this little young kid...19...driving his sister's car...without a driver's license. (He has one but it's not on him.) Oh well...that's your fault. So, we're waiting on the cops, who said that they were on their way. That was a lie. At 11:30...still no cops...so I call them back. They are still on their way. At 11:45...still no cops. Another call. Another lie. 12:00 ...still no cops. FINALLY, AT 12:10, the police arrive...mind you, the accident occurred at 10 till 11. The cop apologizes for his tardiness but says they sent him to the wrong quadrant. LIES! Anyways, after talking to the both of us, and seeing that we were OK...and that our cars were drivalbe, he explains to us that DC is a "no fault" jurisdiction and that no report would be made...it was up to us to handle it through our insurance companies. So, you're telling me that I just wasted over an hour of my life waiting for you...and your BAMA ass is not going to fill out a report. HELL TO THE NAW!! You are going to give me something...even if it's just your badge number. Then, he decides, after finding out the other guy doesn't have his license that a report will be made. Damn skippy!!
So, by the time all that happens, it is now almost 1 a.m....two hours from when the incident occurred. So, much for the efficiency of MPD. We finally are allowed to go...I get home and run right up to get my camera and take pictures...and then go to bed.
So much for my night of rest!
Then, we get out of the car...to assess the damage. He is like...I'm OK...can we just exchange numbers? Um...hell to the naw. Let's pull over out of all this traffic and look around b/c I feel like my car is NOT OK. So, we hop into our cars...and decide to pull over to a side street. So, I'm thinking that he is going to pull over at the next street. That was not the case...in fact, I felt like he was trying to escape, as I got caught at the next light...and he kept on going. Luckily, I had written down his tag number as soon as I got back into my car. Finally, as the light is green, I speed up and start flashing him. Then, he pulls over on E street (yep that's now 4 complete blocks away) and stops the car. I get out to look at the damage...and realize that my poor Protie is hurting pretty bad. The entire right side of my car was damaged somewhat, especially the front. In fact, my passenger door would only open a bit. He gets out of the car and starts looking at the damage. Then, he's like...are you sure you weren't speeding? Are you fucking serious? Um...NO I was not! Furthermore, it wouldn't matter anyways b/c you made a left turn from an internal lane...not the left lane. Had you been in the left lane making that turn, we would not have had an accident...but since you decided to cut across a lane to make a turn without first looking to see if anyone was coming, you hit me! Thanks. The Management. Then, he's like...OK...you're right. I'm like...I know that.
So, of course, I get all of his information plus all of his mother's information as she is the one that's insured...while calling the police. Now it around 11:00 p.m. I find out that he is this little young kid...19...driving his sister's car...without a driver's license. (He has one but it's not on him.) Oh well...that's your fault. So, we're waiting on the cops, who said that they were on their way. That was a lie. At 11:30...still no cops...so I call them back. They are still on their way. At 11:45...still no cops. Another call. Another lie. 12:00 ...still no cops. FINALLY, AT 12:10, the police arrive...mind you, the accident occurred at 10 till 11. The cop apologizes for his tardiness but says they sent him to the wrong quadrant. LIES! Anyways, after talking to the both of us, and seeing that we were OK...and that our cars were drivalbe, he explains to us that DC is a "no fault" jurisdiction and that no report would be made...it was up to us to handle it through our insurance companies. So, you're telling me that I just wasted over an hour of my life waiting for you...and your BAMA ass is not going to fill out a report. HELL TO THE NAW!! You are going to give me something...even if it's just your badge number. Then, he decides, after finding out the other guy doesn't have his license that a report will be made. Damn skippy!!
So, by the time all that happens, it is now almost 1 a.m....two hours from when the incident occurred. So, much for the efficiency of MPD. We finally are allowed to go...I get home and run right up to get my camera and take pictures...and then go to bed.
So much for my night of rest!
The Nerve of Folks
OK...so I'm sitting in the Mock Trial Board room/office...trying to finish up my brief that is due tomorrow. I've been sitting in here alone for at least an hour. Then, I hear someone coming into the door. It's some Kirsten that I have never seen before in my life. She says, Hi...looking at me like I stole something. So, I return the look...and then introduce myself. She does the same. Then as she is sitting down across the table from me...this bitch has the audacity to ask me if I am on the Mock Trial Board. Are you fuckin kidding me? No...I was just sitting my ass in here before you got here w/out permission. In fact, I just walked through that damn locked door in order to get in here. Or even better, though I'm not on the board, I just happen to know the code to get me into the damn office. So, I had to give her THAT "you dumb bitch" look...and say....are YOU are the mock trial board? In my mind, I was also saying...bitch, why in the fuck would I be in here if I wasn't on the board. She answers yes...and of course, with attitude, I say...you must be a 1 or 2L...so young...I was on the board before you even had a chance to try out. And, then I smiled...and went back to what I was doing. I tried to give her enough attitude so that she would leave...but this Becky clearly didn't get the hint.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Bliss
Today was my last official day of classes EVER (that is, if you don't include bar review classes)!! All I can say is that I'm happier than a wolf!!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Frustration...
This week has been full of frustration.
First of all, graduation. Graduation is supposed to be a happy time...a time of reflection...a time of accomplishment. For me, at this moment in time, it is a time of frustration. First of all, how in the hell are you going to give me just SIX tickets for graduation. I just paid you $120000 for the longest 3 years of my life, and you are telling me that only SIX of my peeps can come to graduation. I THINK NOT! I have 20 people coming ... and if they think that all of people are not getting in...then there will be consequences and repercussions. Let's just pray that I don't get arrested on graduation day cause it will look ugly if I have to report to the bar committee that I got arrested on my graduation day. Application DENIED!
In addition to the tickets, graduation means that bar courses are right around the corner...which means thousands of dollars will be dropped in a matter of days. It's bad enough that I'm about to experience the most dreadful summer of my life...but it's even worse that it's going to make me broke as hell. I'm going to have to sell my body to sustain myself. Such a shame...lol.
Itinerary...with all of my family and friends coming...developing an itinerary to suit all is going to be problematic. First of all, my family already says that I'm bourgie...lol...but I can't help it. If I want Old Ebbitt Grill or Capitol Grille for my graduation, shouldn't I be able to get it? But, I shall compromise and either go to Georgia Browns or Buca di Beppo.
My Class Reunion. This is starting to become the bane of my existence. Maybe I should have thought about this 10 years ago when I decided to be senior class president. Things are moving that way I had hoped...and I hope it all falls into place BEFORE bar classes begin...b/c when that starts...it's a wrap!
On top of all of that, my roommates are starting to irk my last nerves. I mean, all they did was speak to me when I walk in the door...but for some reason, it's been irking me. Praise GOD that they will be gone this weekend so I can thoroughly clean my house...and then sit here in the peace and quiet. I have strongly considered moving...but I neither the time nor the energy to do that...plus, I would like there to be at least one year of my life when I don't move (as I have moved every year for the past 10 years.)
With all that said though, as Deacon Colden used to say every Sunday, Praise God for as well as it is, cause it could be worse.
First of all, graduation. Graduation is supposed to be a happy time...a time of reflection...a time of accomplishment. For me, at this moment in time, it is a time of frustration. First of all, how in the hell are you going to give me just SIX tickets for graduation. I just paid you $120000 for the longest 3 years of my life, and you are telling me that only SIX of my peeps can come to graduation. I THINK NOT! I have 20 people coming ... and if they think that all of people are not getting in...then there will be consequences and repercussions. Let's just pray that I don't get arrested on graduation day cause it will look ugly if I have to report to the bar committee that I got arrested on my graduation day. Application DENIED!
In addition to the tickets, graduation means that bar courses are right around the corner...which means thousands of dollars will be dropped in a matter of days. It's bad enough that I'm about to experience the most dreadful summer of my life...but it's even worse that it's going to make me broke as hell. I'm going to have to sell my body to sustain myself. Such a shame...lol.
Itinerary...with all of my family and friends coming...developing an itinerary to suit all is going to be problematic. First of all, my family already says that I'm bourgie...lol...but I can't help it. If I want Old Ebbitt Grill or Capitol Grille for my graduation, shouldn't I be able to get it? But, I shall compromise and either go to Georgia Browns or Buca di Beppo.
My Class Reunion. This is starting to become the bane of my existence. Maybe I should have thought about this 10 years ago when I decided to be senior class president. Things are moving that way I had hoped...and I hope it all falls into place BEFORE bar classes begin...b/c when that starts...it's a wrap!
On top of all of that, my roommates are starting to irk my last nerves. I mean, all they did was speak to me when I walk in the door...but for some reason, it's been irking me. Praise GOD that they will be gone this weekend so I can thoroughly clean my house...and then sit here in the peace and quiet. I have strongly considered moving...but I neither the time nor the energy to do that...plus, I would like there to be at least one year of my life when I don't move (as I have moved every year for the past 10 years.)
With all that said though, as Deacon Colden used to say every Sunday, Praise God for as well as it is, cause it could be worse.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Kill the Radio
OK...generally, I find that I listen to the radio...especially when I go back home to Florida or to Atlanta so that I can hear what the new hot shit is...
HOWEVER, COMMA...
If I hear that damn Keyshia Cole "Love" song one mo 'gin, I think I just may jump out of my office window. They play that song like every 30 minutes on the radio. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think that Keyshia Cole's album was the most slept on R&B album of 2005. I played it to death...HOWEVER, COMMA...something about hearing Love over and over and over and over and over again...within a matter of a few hours, doesn't sit too well with me...and it's driving me fuckin crazy!
I mean, there are like 13 other cuts on the album...and there are about 3 billion other songs out there to play on the radio...so why must you play THAT one song 17 hundred times. I'm sick of it...and I just may be sick of radio. This would be one of the reasons that I am highly considering jumping on the bandwagon (i.e. conforming) and purchasing an IPOD.
HOWEVER, COMMA...
If I hear that damn Keyshia Cole "Love" song one mo 'gin, I think I just may jump out of my office window. They play that song like every 30 minutes on the radio. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think that Keyshia Cole's album was the most slept on R&B album of 2005. I played it to death...HOWEVER, COMMA...something about hearing Love over and over and over and over and over again...within a matter of a few hours, doesn't sit too well with me...and it's driving me fuckin crazy!
I mean, there are like 13 other cuts on the album...and there are about 3 billion other songs out there to play on the radio...so why must you play THAT one song 17 hundred times. I'm sick of it...and I just may be sick of radio. This would be one of the reasons that I am highly considering jumping on the bandwagon (i.e. conforming) and purchasing an IPOD.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
A Championship Weekend
Yep...not only did my beloved Gators take home the National Championship on Monday night after devouring George Mason on Saturday and UCLA last night, but also my DC Elite Squad took first place at the Stone Mountain Lithonia DST Alumnae Step Show!
(singing like Jojo and K-Ci) Life life...life life....life life....life life.
We did a great show...but I must admit...I was about to die up on stage...the adrenalin of the crowd made us go into to hyper step mode...and we were doing the steps wayyyy faster than normal. By the time I got backstage, I could barely breathe! But, it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got to see my boocakes...and I hadn't seen her in quite some time.
(singing like Jojo and K-Ci) Life life...life life....life life....life life.
We did a great show...but I must admit...I was about to die up on stage...the adrenalin of the crowd made us go into to hyper step mode...and we were doing the steps wayyyy faster than normal. By the time I got backstage, I could barely breathe! But, it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got to see my boocakes...and I hadn't seen her in quite some time.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
OoooooWeeee!!
WOW! I had a blast this weekend...and I'm more tired den a wolf!!
I don't even know where to start. I met so many cool ass people. And, despite the fact that I gave up the race in 97 (lol), it felt so good to be in the same place as soo many ambitious and educated young people that looked like me.
There are sooo many memorable moments:
1. Room 959...Wednesday, Thursday, Friday AND Saturday night. Way to hold it down Univ of Alabama!
2. It's Party Time!! Double DARKNESS!!
3. JB: Some of these females put on their 30 minutes shoes for a 4 hour boat ride. NOT a good idea!
4. JB: Did you see the shiny shirt? LMAO!!
5. Udoka: You see that lady back there in the orange...that's my mama...and she'll take care of anything that I need.
6. Are they singing showtunes?
7. JM: Did this just turn into a party at Brick City during Step Show weekend?
8. NW: If I don't see our pictures up on the screen, it might get ugly!
9. I bet you all the money that I don't have that those are NOT law students.
10. Did she just say what I think she said...that she was NOT going to give 100%? Ooooh...it's going to be ugly when they don't announce her name and she is the only one running.
11. Was he referring to the founder of our organization when he said that bald gentleman that is sitting on the stage whose name he can't remember?
12. AW: Taste this. Me: This ain't no damn Riesling. Somebody find Dolop. LOL!
13: Does he have on a double-breasted suit? That is soooo Facebookable.
14. Delegate: Actually, Mr. AG, it's supposed to go like this.
15: Me to the security guard at the door: I know you have your whole capacity thing, but my chapter paid for this event. You are going to let me in this door. Security Guard: How do I know that? Me: (looking him dead in the eye) Because I said so! (and then he let me through the door) LOL!
16. Me (after seeing that my school we not listed in the directory): Lord, please calm my nerves...cause I'm on the edge of acting ethnic!!
17. Me to one of my boys on the phone: I think I just saw my 3d wife! I'll call you back. LOL!
18. JP: There were 18 women that got on this bus before one dude did. Damn, damn, damn!
19. JB: Ask only ONE question.
20. TB: I've had enough shots this weekend to last an entire year.
21: T: Just let me know. I've been known to throw a few picks in my time.
22: Random person: Damn...the election is over...and now he den went and got gangsta!
23: Random lady at the next table: And the winner is...(she starts pointing at her eyes).
24: Is Youri dancing? Who would've thunk?
25: Me to several people...and several people to me: Do I know you? Um...I don't think so. Oh, wait, I know you from Facebook. LOL!
26: She must have thought she was going to a strip club and not on a boat cruise.
27: Are those slivers of sequin? LMAO!!
28. Chicken with a white sauce, mashed potatoes and green beans. Same chicken with a green sauce, mashed potatoes, and spinach. Same chicken chopped up and put on pasta with a cream sauce. ... if they serve chicken one more time! LOL!!
...and on and on and on.
Anyways, I know I'm graduating...but best believe I will be in Miami and Atlanta for Conventions 07.
I don't even know where to start. I met so many cool ass people. And, despite the fact that I gave up the race in 97 (lol), it felt so good to be in the same place as soo many ambitious and educated young people that looked like me.
There are sooo many memorable moments:
1. Room 959...Wednesday, Thursday, Friday AND Saturday night. Way to hold it down Univ of Alabama!
2. It's Party Time!! Double DARKNESS!!
3. JB: Some of these females put on their 30 minutes shoes for a 4 hour boat ride. NOT a good idea!
4. JB: Did you see the shiny shirt? LMAO!!
5. Udoka: You see that lady back there in the orange...that's my mama...and she'll take care of anything that I need.
6. Are they singing showtunes?
7. JM: Did this just turn into a party at Brick City during Step Show weekend?
8. NW: If I don't see our pictures up on the screen, it might get ugly!
9. I bet you all the money that I don't have that those are NOT law students.
10. Did she just say what I think she said...that she was NOT going to give 100%? Ooooh...it's going to be ugly when they don't announce her name and she is the only one running.
11. Was he referring to the founder of our organization when he said that bald gentleman that is sitting on the stage whose name he can't remember?
12. AW: Taste this. Me: This ain't no damn Riesling. Somebody find Dolop. LOL!
13: Does he have on a double-breasted suit? That is soooo Facebookable.
14. Delegate: Actually, Mr. AG, it's supposed to go like this.
15: Me to the security guard at the door: I know you have your whole capacity thing, but my chapter paid for this event. You are going to let me in this door. Security Guard: How do I know that? Me: (looking him dead in the eye) Because I said so! (and then he let me through the door) LOL!
16. Me (after seeing that my school we not listed in the directory): Lord, please calm my nerves...cause I'm on the edge of acting ethnic!!
17. Me to one of my boys on the phone: I think I just saw my 3d wife! I'll call you back. LOL!
18. JP: There were 18 women that got on this bus before one dude did. Damn, damn, damn!
19. JB: Ask only ONE question.
20. TB: I've had enough shots this weekend to last an entire year.
21: T: Just let me know. I've been known to throw a few picks in my time.
22: Random person: Damn...the election is over...and now he den went and got gangsta!
23: Random lady at the next table: And the winner is...(she starts pointing at her eyes).
24: Is Youri dancing? Who would've thunk?
25: Me to several people...and several people to me: Do I know you? Um...I don't think so. Oh, wait, I know you from Facebook. LOL!
26: She must have thought she was going to a strip club and not on a boat cruise.
27: Are those slivers of sequin? LMAO!!
28. Chicken with a white sauce, mashed potatoes and green beans. Same chicken with a green sauce, mashed potatoes, and spinach. Same chicken chopped up and put on pasta with a cream sauce. ... if they serve chicken one more time! LOL!!
...and on and on and on.
Anyways, I know I'm graduating...but best believe I will be in Miami and Atlanta for Conventions 07.
Monday, March 20, 2006
I'm Madder Than a Wolf
OK...I have these clients. I do all that I can to represent them to the utmost. And, what do they do...not show up for fucking court!
I had to get up this morning at 7:00 AM, after having gone to bed at 3 AM, so that I could go to my clinic office and grab everything that I need in court today. Then, I make it to the court ON TIME...9:00 a.m....court doesn't start until 10:15...and my client is a no show. So, I have to get up, stand there looking like boo-boo the fool...and profess that I have no representations about my client's whereabouts.
That shit pisses me off!!
I had to get up this morning at 7:00 AM, after having gone to bed at 3 AM, so that I could go to my clinic office and grab everything that I need in court today. Then, I make it to the court ON TIME...9:00 a.m....court doesn't start until 10:15...and my client is a no show. So, I have to get up, stand there looking like boo-boo the fool...and profess that I have no representations about my client's whereabouts.
That shit pisses me off!!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
My Name is Addictive...and I'm an Alcoholic!!
OK...last night, I realized that I'm an alcoholic. Of course, I've had this epiphany at least 17 times before...last night being the latest.
So, after step practice (yep, you read right...the kid is out of retirement, for just a little while), we decided to stop at the local watering hole for a drink. Now, mind you, we only planned on spending about 30 minutes there and then leaving. We get there at around 10:30...and said we'd leave by 11:00. Well, 4 bourbon and ginger ales, 1 bourbon and Coke, 2 Tuaca shots, and a basket of chicken fingers later...we finally left. (And, yes, that is the amount of alcohol I drank by myself. Everyone else had 2 more drinks more than me. Lushes, I tell ya...lushes!) Of course, by then it was 12:30. The sad part is that I was only slightly buzzed, and for the most part, really not feeling it. (though, I can't say that for some of the other folk.)
I know... I know... I'm an alcoholic!!
So, after step practice (yep, you read right...the kid is out of retirement, for just a little while), we decided to stop at the local watering hole for a drink. Now, mind you, we only planned on spending about 30 minutes there and then leaving. We get there at around 10:30...and said we'd leave by 11:00. Well, 4 bourbon and ginger ales, 1 bourbon and Coke, 2 Tuaca shots, and a basket of chicken fingers later...we finally left. (And, yes, that is the amount of alcohol I drank by myself. Everyone else had 2 more drinks more than me. Lushes, I tell ya...lushes!) Of course, by then it was 12:30. The sad part is that I was only slightly buzzed, and for the most part, really not feeling it. (though, I can't say that for some of the other folk.)
I know... I know... I'm an alcoholic!!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Pet Peeves: The Addendum
More things that get on my fuckin nerves:
1. People who walk up to the Metro turnstile and put their card in knowing DAMN WELL that they don't have any more money left on it.
2. People who are scared to step onto the damn escalator. I mean, does it really take a whole minute for you to get on the escalator. Move out of the damn way!
3. When people who are extra to the extreme over stupid shit.
4. When you tell people that their breath stinks, and they don't immediately move out of your fuckin face...or immediately attempt to fix that shit.
5. People that ask questions that they already 100% know the answer to.
6. Gas stations that don't have pay at the pump! It's freakin 2006...get with the muthafuckin program!
See, my body may be back in DC, but my mind and spirit are still in Mexico...and dumb folks/shit are making it that much harder for me to accept the fact that I'm back to the grind.
1. People who walk up to the Metro turnstile and put their card in knowing DAMN WELL that they don't have any more money left on it.
2. People who are scared to step onto the damn escalator. I mean, does it really take a whole minute for you to get on the escalator. Move out of the damn way!
3. When people who are extra to the extreme over stupid shit.
4. When you tell people that their breath stinks, and they don't immediately move out of your fuckin face...or immediately attempt to fix that shit.
5. People that ask questions that they already 100% know the answer to.
6. Gas stations that don't have pay at the pump! It's freakin 2006...get with the muthafuckin program!
See, my body may be back in DC, but my mind and spirit are still in Mexico...and dumb folks/shit are making it that much harder for me to accept the fact that I'm back to the grind.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
French Fries and Lent
Those that know me best know that french fries are by far my favorite food. Not chicken, shrimp, crab, lobster, mac and cheese...nope...none of those have nothing on French fries. So, in an act of faith for Lent, I decide to give up French fries for Lent. 40 whole days and nights without French fries.
Of course, Lent started the Wednesday before I went to Puerto Vallarta...and my friends, specifically LP and PJM who would politely take the fries right off of my plate, have been reminding me of my committment. So, far, I've done well...but I must say that I am struggling. I mean, I eat French fries as an entire meal sometime. Just French Fries. No ketchup. No honey mustard. Just fries.
(sigh)
Until April 16th...
Of course, Lent started the Wednesday before I went to Puerto Vallarta...and my friends, specifically LP and PJM who would politely take the fries right off of my plate, have been reminding me of my committment. So, far, I've done well...but I must say that I am struggling. I mean, I eat French fries as an entire meal sometime. Just French Fries. No ketchup. No honey mustard. Just fries.
(sigh)
Until April 16th...
Friday, March 10, 2006
Back to Reality
...OK...I'm sadder den a wolf!
I'm back in DC after almost a week in Puerto Vallarta! With that said, you can understand why I'm sad.
But, I very much enjoyed my time there...and plan on going back soon. And, thanks to the seven ladies that allowed me tag along after my boys decided to not go anywhere for Spring Break. I was like...I don't give damn if I'm the only guy in this group...I'll be damned if I stay my ass in the good old USA for my very last Spring Break. I think not! Thanks. The Management.
Here are some of my favorite, or shall I say, memorable moments:
1. The canopy tour. Yep...you got it...a group of us went swinging through the damn trees! That shit was hella fun!
2. PJ going off on the Maritur lady manager who was trying to steal our money...AND, the young messenger boy who was only trying to crack a joke to ease the tension. LMAO!!
3. Parasailing! YAY!
4. Las Marietas. OK...so on one day we went on this all day whale and dolphin wathing, snorkeling, kayaking tour with an open bar...some 45 minutes out into the ocean. So, I decide to go snorkeling. NOT the best snorkeling experience I've ever had...much better in Cozumel and Cancun. I couldn't see shit! Please, I think I may have screamed once after trying to swim away from a gang of jellyfish! LMAO!! Overall, it was a good day trip!
5. The world is small. So, on our first night, we go to Senor Frogs. And, low and behold, who do we run into...random folks from school. Luckily, it was a group of people that we liked. I was like...I'm a need to not be thousands of miles away from DC and end up in the same bar as the people that I see everyday.
6. One note of advice: Don't be a shiner. (Villa del Palmar will get that one) LOL!
7. I actually know Spanish a little better than I thought. Yes, it's true, I travelled with my little Mexican Spanish guide...but for the most part, I could carry on small conversation.
8. The Shrimp Factory! All I can say is...I'm going back to Puerto Vallarta just to go to the Shrimp Factory! It was YUM!!
9. Villa del Palmar. Our PV home was excellent. Nice room with kitchen. Great view. Nice staff (except for the fact that it took them like 20-30 minutes one day to make us 3 damn omelettes). Great activities. And, great low price. Definitely the place where I will be staying when I go back sometime this year.
10. The people. Overall, the people of PV were extremely nice and welcoming.
11. The margaritas and pico de gallo at Pipi's.
12. The margaritas and pico de gallo at Jalisco and Bar Equipales.
13. The 65 cent bottled water, Ciel, which is a Coca-Cola product.
14. The mezcal and almond margarita I brought home.
15. And, Angels and Demons...the book that I started reading that I plan on finishing shortly. That shit is suspenseful as hell.
16. The PERFECT WEATHER! I was laying out on the beach like I was George Hamilton. Now, I'm dark as hell, and I don't give a damn!
So, that's that. As SoulIISoul says...back to life, back to reality!
I'm back in DC after almost a week in Puerto Vallarta! With that said, you can understand why I'm sad.
But, I very much enjoyed my time there...and plan on going back soon. And, thanks to the seven ladies that allowed me tag along after my boys decided to not go anywhere for Spring Break. I was like...I don't give damn if I'm the only guy in this group...I'll be damned if I stay my ass in the good old USA for my very last Spring Break. I think not! Thanks. The Management.
Here are some of my favorite, or shall I say, memorable moments:
1. The canopy tour. Yep...you got it...a group of us went swinging through the damn trees! That shit was hella fun!
2. PJ going off on the Maritur lady manager who was trying to steal our money...AND, the young messenger boy who was only trying to crack a joke to ease the tension. LMAO!!
3. Parasailing! YAY!
4. Las Marietas. OK...so on one day we went on this all day whale and dolphin wathing, snorkeling, kayaking tour with an open bar...some 45 minutes out into the ocean. So, I decide to go snorkeling. NOT the best snorkeling experience I've ever had...much better in Cozumel and Cancun. I couldn't see shit! Please, I think I may have screamed once after trying to swim away from a gang of jellyfish! LMAO!! Overall, it was a good day trip!
5. The world is small. So, on our first night, we go to Senor Frogs. And, low and behold, who do we run into...random folks from school. Luckily, it was a group of people that we liked. I was like...I'm a need to not be thousands of miles away from DC and end up in the same bar as the people that I see everyday.
6. One note of advice: Don't be a shiner. (Villa del Palmar will get that one) LOL!
7. I actually know Spanish a little better than I thought. Yes, it's true, I travelled with my little Mexican Spanish guide...but for the most part, I could carry on small conversation.
8. The Shrimp Factory! All I can say is...I'm going back to Puerto Vallarta just to go to the Shrimp Factory! It was YUM!!
9. Villa del Palmar. Our PV home was excellent. Nice room with kitchen. Great view. Nice staff (except for the fact that it took them like 20-30 minutes one day to make us 3 damn omelettes). Great activities. And, great low price. Definitely the place where I will be staying when I go back sometime this year.
10. The people. Overall, the people of PV were extremely nice and welcoming.
11. The margaritas and pico de gallo at Pipi's.
12. The margaritas and pico de gallo at Jalisco and Bar Equipales.
13. The 65 cent bottled water, Ciel, which is a Coca-Cola product.
14. The mezcal and almond margarita I brought home.
15. And, Angels and Demons...the book that I started reading that I plan on finishing shortly. That shit is suspenseful as hell.
16. The PERFECT WEATHER! I was laying out on the beach like I was George Hamilton. Now, I'm dark as hell, and I don't give a damn!
So, that's that. As SoulIISoul says...back to life, back to reality!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
World Premiere
I was in a production this weekend...and generally, being in front of crowd speaking or doing whatever is nothing to me. Singing, however, is another story. Though everyone has given me very positive feedback, I was up on stage shaking like Muhammad Ali. Then, right before I'm supposed to sing, my mouth loses every bit of saliva...and then I couldn't swallow...I was a mess! I'm just glad it came out well.
And speaking of performances, why is it that the people with the least talent are the first ones to want to volunteer to do something? Have some rhythm before you decide that you want to volunteer to choreograph a dance! Don't be the person that choreographs the dance...and then get on stage and look worse than everyone else!! Thanks. The Management.
And speaking of performances, why is it that the people with the least talent are the first ones to want to volunteer to do something? Have some rhythm before you decide that you want to volunteer to choreograph a dance! Don't be the person that choreographs the dance...and then get on stage and look worse than everyone else!! Thanks. The Management.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Throwback
OK...this past weekend, I went back to my alma mater. And, I must say, I had a blast! And, I'm also proud to announce that I didn't see anyone that I knew from when I went there...that was still there...and in school. LOL!!
It's funny though how you forget people. There were several people that I saw that I hadn't seen in a long time...some who I hadn't seen since I graduated. These were all people that played different roles in your lives...and yet, as time moves on, they in essence get replaced. I guess the saying is right...people are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
What's even funnier is that...I am usually very good with names. So, I'm standing out of the step show...and I see this girl who I know...and we are reminiscing about old times. We talking about this...and that...then we see someone else that I haven't seen in forever. And, I'm like...what is her name? And, she's like..that's so and so. And, I'm like...ohhh...that's right. Then I proceed to tell my friend how I saw someone at this happy hour event...and talked to the girl for at least 15 minutes...and knew her...but couldn't for the life of me remember her name. Then we both start laughing....and what about my friend pulls my card...and she's like...so what's my name. And, I say very matter-of-factly...Tasha! WOMP! WOMP! WOMP! Wrong Answer! Thanks. The Management! LOL LMAO! And, she is like...no...but close...it's Tonya! Um....yeah...who was looking like Boo Boo the Fool? (me jumping up and down) Me me me me!! LOL!
And, then...on top of that...at least 4 people came up to me...1 who I had never met in my life...to tell me how I was their mentor in college! And, I'm like...thanks for saying that...but now I feel older than a wolf! It was definitely flattering, though, to be appreciated!
I also went home this weekend for my city's annual African American Heritage Festival. It is like Black Homecoming in my hometown...lots of people come back just for the festival. It is always good to go home and see the people that helped to raise you. I can attest to the fact that I was indeed raised by a village...and my hometown was definitely my village. Be that as it may, coming home also makes me realize that I truly did grow up in small town America. You gotta love small towns and the folks that live there! My fellow Eustonians crack me the hell up! So many comments...too many to count . Plus, I had some shrimp at the festival that made me want to slap the cook AND my mama!! I don't know what it was they seasoned with...but they put not only their big toe...but their entire foot in those shrimp!! In fact, I want to go and find those people and tell them to fire up the fryer/grill wherever they have to and fix me some shrimp b/c I could've eaten those shrimp until I literally got sick.
Being from a small town, but now living in a large city...it's funny when you come back and see small town folk (and yes I can rightfully say small town folk...b/c though I'm from small town, my parents have always told me that I'm a city boy who just happened to be raised in a small town...lol). Like the girl who thought that it was cute to get her hair colored red and blonde...walking around looking like a damn rooster. NOT CUTE. Or the guy who was walking around in this black velour jumpsuit when it was 77 degrees out. NOT CUTE and HOT AS HELL! Or the guy who I swore had a damn Jheri curl. HELL TO THE NAW. Or the big girl who was wearing a spandex type turquoise blue jumpsuit (hold on...just had a recurring mental picture and once again threw up in my mouth!). SOOO NOT CUTE...and in fact, an ABOMINATION! Or the various bright ass colored wigs that I saw. Or the man that had perm. Or one of my old friends who is now a proclaimed preacher...yet has a grill that's blinging more than most. LOL...you GOTTA LOVE THAT!! Or the countless gold teeth that I saw...I could go on and on...but I wouldn't trade it from the world b/c home is home...and definitely where the heart is! LMAO!!
Anyways, a great weekend I had indeed!!
It's funny though how you forget people. There were several people that I saw that I hadn't seen in a long time...some who I hadn't seen since I graduated. These were all people that played different roles in your lives...and yet, as time moves on, they in essence get replaced. I guess the saying is right...people are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
What's even funnier is that...I am usually very good with names. So, I'm standing out of the step show...and I see this girl who I know...and we are reminiscing about old times. We talking about this...and that...then we see someone else that I haven't seen in forever. And, I'm like...what is her name? And, she's like..that's so and so. And, I'm like...ohhh...that's right. Then I proceed to tell my friend how I saw someone at this happy hour event...and talked to the girl for at least 15 minutes...and knew her...but couldn't for the life of me remember her name. Then we both start laughing....and what about my friend pulls my card...and she's like...so what's my name. And, I say very matter-of-factly...Tasha! WOMP! WOMP! WOMP! Wrong Answer! Thanks. The Management! LOL LMAO! And, she is like...no...but close...it's Tonya! Um....yeah...who was looking like Boo Boo the Fool? (me jumping up and down) Me me me me!! LOL!
And, then...on top of that...at least 4 people came up to me...1 who I had never met in my life...to tell me how I was their mentor in college! And, I'm like...thanks for saying that...but now I feel older than a wolf! It was definitely flattering, though, to be appreciated!
I also went home this weekend for my city's annual African American Heritage Festival. It is like Black Homecoming in my hometown...lots of people come back just for the festival. It is always good to go home and see the people that helped to raise you. I can attest to the fact that I was indeed raised by a village...and my hometown was definitely my village. Be that as it may, coming home also makes me realize that I truly did grow up in small town America. You gotta love small towns and the folks that live there! My fellow Eustonians crack me the hell up! So many comments...too many to count . Plus, I had some shrimp at the festival that made me want to slap the cook AND my mama!! I don't know what it was they seasoned with...but they put not only their big toe...but their entire foot in those shrimp!! In fact, I want to go and find those people and tell them to fire up the fryer/grill wherever they have to and fix me some shrimp b/c I could've eaten those shrimp until I literally got sick.
Being from a small town, but now living in a large city...it's funny when you come back and see small town folk (and yes I can rightfully say small town folk...b/c though I'm from small town, my parents have always told me that I'm a city boy who just happened to be raised in a small town...lol). Like the girl who thought that it was cute to get her hair colored red and blonde...walking around looking like a damn rooster. NOT CUTE. Or the guy who was walking around in this black velour jumpsuit when it was 77 degrees out. NOT CUTE and HOT AS HELL! Or the guy who I swore had a damn Jheri curl. HELL TO THE NAW. Or the big girl who was wearing a spandex type turquoise blue jumpsuit (hold on...just had a recurring mental picture and once again threw up in my mouth!). SOOO NOT CUTE...and in fact, an ABOMINATION! Or the various bright ass colored wigs that I saw. Or the man that had perm. Or one of my old friends who is now a proclaimed preacher...yet has a grill that's blinging more than most. LOL...you GOTTA LOVE THAT!! Or the countless gold teeth that I saw...I could go on and on...but I wouldn't trade it from the world b/c home is home...and definitely where the heart is! LMAO!!
Anyways, a great weekend I had indeed!!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Reflections on Coretta
I am still truly overwhelmed by the passing of Coretta Scott King. The more I think about it, the sadder I become.
She was indeed a phenomenal woman! She was married to a man with a mission...and nearly 40 years after his death, she made it her mission to ensure that his dream would never be forgotten. And, we have not forgotten!
I can only hope that Mrs. King, and those millions of other dreamers on whose shoulders I stand, are looking down on me...and are proud of the accomplishments that their courage has allowed me to make in my life.
May God bless her soul!
She was indeed a phenomenal woman! She was married to a man with a mission...and nearly 40 years after his death, she made it her mission to ensure that his dream would never be forgotten. And, we have not forgotten!
I can only hope that Mrs. King, and those millions of other dreamers on whose shoulders I stand, are looking down on me...and are proud of the accomplishments that their courage has allowed me to make in my life.
May God bless her soul!
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