A Sentimental Mood

I'm not sure if it has anything to do with my new found appreciation for Smooth Jazz and listening to the rain but I have been in a very sentimental mood. So, to tie it in with the blog I decided to go back a little and revisit my top 8 favorite posts (in no particular order- get your clickers ready!). 

8. "Coming Out"  I love this post so much because it really was a postmark in my life and showed me so much about myself, being honest with myself and my feelings yet having to put 'me' aside and accept a friend. Now while this guy actually "defriended" me about 2 months ago over some nonsense, (i just chuck up to him going through alot and not knowing how and where to channel his emotions) he still taught me so much and I love him dearly.

7. "Motherhood, Marriage, and The Racial Divide"  This takes me back to my more journalistic approach. I felt this post had some hardcore principles of journalism action going on plus some very bold statements made that I still feel like have some credence. 

6. "Ujima" I love telling stories (true ones) and this one tops mosts. It was a crazy night where I bonded with some ladies who I still know and always share this night with. Just read ...

5. "The Reason Why I Hustle" This posts marks a landmark in my rise. Interviewing Chris Robinson was still one of my favorite moments to date. I was so happy to share it with my favorite magazine diva, Charreah too! Thanks for the invite :)

4. "The Industry"  I love the industry, it brings the most colorful characters out and gives fuel to some of my funniest moments. This post was a mix of storytelling and introspective spoken thoughts. 

3."Over It" I know I'm always talking about relationships and how people can't ever seem to get it together, well get together for that matter but I feel as though this posts goes into more of the real reason why as opposed to just venting. 

2. "It Can't Always be R-A-I-N-B-O-W-S" You can't win them all...you just can't and I'm living proof. Ce la vie. 

1. "Vulnerability" As much as I hate to revisit my bloody posts of the far past, there's something about the first time your fingertip hits the keypad to expose your thoughts, feelings, and ideas to the public. I used to be an emotional writer and while I feel as though my posts still carry a sense of passion I used to let my feelings bleed on the page. Not always a good look but I'm growing..

Hope you read, enjoy, comment and maybe learn something new about me or even you. 

Here's one more just for comedy's sake "My Theories of Late on Why Fighting In The Club Increases Your Star Power"

Now Playing: In a Sentimenal Mood - John Coltrane (of couse...)

shouts to the family!
Just wanted to give a shoutout to my family who I now know read regularly and have spread it amongst themselves unbeknownst to me! lol. HEY EVERYBODY! *waves at the camera* Anyway, my little cousin sent me the greatest email ever and that's the kinda' thing I live for. Letting me know that I'm a positive force, an inspiration, and a cool kid. It made my heart smile. I honestly don't mind anyone reading my blog, for if I did it'd be set to private ...after all this is a blog not a DIARY! I keep the two very seperate. I'll admit there are a few statements that will make me blush when I think about cousin Dolly or Peter reading with their cup of coffee but then again I only publish things I don't mind the WORLD WIDE web reading. Ce' la vie. So since I've been informed that my blog is the hot topic of the family I figured I'd give them a shoutout!

For those who haven't been keeping up with the life of Yasmine (the daughter of Ed) via "google" or our annual Christmas cards here's my rundown:

*I'm not pregnant (and I don't have any kids)

*I'm a Senior at Howard U.

*Easiest way to reach me is by email/phone/ or at Aunt *my aunt...your cousin* Wendy's

*I pledged Delta (sorry, I know most you guys are Aka's)

*I dont plan on getting married any time soon however if you're in the area next May come to my graduation and you can get free autographs (before I blow up!)

Anyway, I thought the email Serena (Nita's daughter) sent me was hilarious, sweet, a bit unnerving, and overall awesome. Glad to know my family's reading! lol.

PS: my reviews are way UP in the honesty box!

Now Playing: Family Reunion

WHEN IT RAINS IT FUCKING POURS!

I'm currently recovering from the most horrific 4 days of my life! When things seemed as nothing more could be wrong...what happened?! Shit got worse. Wanna hear the story? Well here it go...It all started with a barking cough...my nose was running, my chest had more snot in it than a four old's nose ever did. I was supposed to be moving out of my dorm that weekened, meeting older Sorors, going to my bff's graduation, and the graduation dinners of about 5 different people. Friday morning the raindrops began to fall...my mother called me in a tissy at 8 am in the morning telling me that I needed to find out which hospital my grandfather was going to and hurry because his wife was dying. Now, I know this may sound a bit curt but I never did like the bitch so it was rather interesting mustering up energy to get out bed that early but I did it for my grandpops. So I found the hospital, Washington Hospital Center, found intensive care and the Kindle room. Waiting were her grandchildren, sister, neices, and my uncle and grandfather pretty much all people who were sad that she was so ill. Whatever...the drama began when I went down to the gift shop and brought a Sprite, sipped some, then put it in my carry-all purse. When I get up to the weeping ...ahem, "waiting" room I realized my cold drink was leaking! It had spilled on my phone and within hours my cellular phone was caput (the third time within a year!) So then I knew trying to get my already irresponsible uncle, who actually worked in the PunchOut my first two years, to help move me out without a cell phone was going to be virtually impossible. I struggled to pack my belongings but keeping my computer on just so I had some contact to the outside world through AIM. After missing graduation, my bestfriend's graduation dinner (along with a host of others), and the first opportunity to move out my belongings from the dorm (which I was supposed to be out of the next day at noon)... I finally found a phone to get in touch w/ my uncle and some magical way an RA came to my room and told me they were waiting downstairs for me. Just as we were taking the things into my grandmother's it started to rain cats and dogs...it was a mess! And I found out that my grandfather's wife had indeed died, which I could believe because when I saw her the day before she had that deer in the headlights look in her eyes and she was fighting, probably the devil but only God knows that. The next day I had to figure out who was going to help me with the last bit of belongings I had...most people I would've called were either out of town, with their mothers, or tending to the dead bitch, excuse me I mean..."witch". So I immediately knew my plans to go home to Atlanta were postponed and that I would miss out on the AUC's infamous "Senior Week". Damn! Then the next day as I struggled to get all the rest of my belongings out of my dorm by noon (mind you I woke up at 10:30 as my alarm clock magically dissappeared), with no one to watch my belongings as I load them out, and wondering who was actually going to pick me up. It was a mess! Luckily my dear friend Michael watched my stuff for me (for hours at that) and let me use his phone on the hour! He was definitely the best thing that happened to me that entire weekend. My grandmother finally came to the rescue though she fussed all the while and I had to throw away my beloved floor lamp that had dimmers! ugh...I still get sick thinking about it. Then I was there at my grandma's for days...no numbers besides the ones I could get from my voicemail and phonebook, no internet, therefore no email, no cable. After a few days of that its reminiscent of That 70's Show which is NOT fun to actually live in. THEN...on top of allllllllll of that that my father get admitted into the hospital. I couldn't friggin' win for losing! To top it all off I had to sit in a 3 hour long FUNERAL for a woman who seemingly hated my guts! Well, I actually did that out of love for my grandfather...but ce la vie. I guess everyday can't be sunshine and freshed baked brownies...



Now Playing: Umbrella- Rihanna feat. Jigga


PS: just so you know things did get better I'm finally home and have a brand new white chocolate lg phone!

A Fine Line Between Mockery and Hilarity (this and that)

This is the infamous...MySpace/YouTube local celebrity Chris Crocker. I'm choosing to laugh. Though his inspiration isn't so funny and it's actually an abomination to "REAL" black women. (oh yea...did he say "nigga"?!)

Now watching: The White Rapper on VH1
PS: as you can see i have a new found obsession with youtube!

Since It's Sunday...

I figured I'd do a religious post.I guess a bit silly too, just to start your week off right. Have you ever been in church and been worshiping next to a horrid singer? Were you tempted to laugh or embarassed that their frail notes distracted you soooo much? What's even worse is when the children's choir singer isn't so cute...you should really feel ashamed for laughing at the kids! The worst of all is laughing at the regular choir...I mean, they get your service started off right...go from high to low...praise to worship. So when they pick Keke, who's only allowed to be in choir because she has "such heart", to sing lead the only result can be trecherous...

Trannies are Meanies!

So, as you might know (per my last post of desperation) I'm doing a huge research project on gender roles and sexual orientation. Basically I want to prove that how people view gender and the roles of gender, if there are any, is a direct correlation on how people view various sexual orientations. For instance if a person thinks men bring home the bacon (hopefully turkey cuz that swine will kill ya') and women stay home and cook then they have a strict view on gender roles and will be less apt to support non-conservative lifestyles (ie homo/bi/transexuality). I want to compare the urban American society (which is mostly black folks) to other cultures. See, what you may not know is in other societies people aren't labeled like they are here.
In India they have a complete third gender of people who are neither "man" nor "woman" they're "hijras" /"eunuchs". They have a special place in society, thought to have special powers...they choose this lifestyle. Some were born women, most were born men and are castrated. Now while they're on the lower end of the cast system they have rights.
In the Native American culture effiminate little boys are looked at as special. They're taken away and trained, almost like being taken into the priesthood. When the boy comes of age, he is called a Berdache (bur-dash) and acts as a mediator between women in men. No one labels him "gay", in fact he lives life with a wife, produces children and is a prized member of his community. He's believed to have special powers.

Basically, the world isn't as closed minded as America is, black folks in particular.

So, how'd I come across the trannies you ask? Well...I conducted a little survey using surveymonkey.com. Here are a few of the questions I asked:

1.What is a female?
A.A person with the biological features of a female(vagina, breasts, estrogen, etc)
B.A person who wears dresses and skirts
C.Anyone who wants to be a woman

3.If you had a little boy and he played with dolls, make-up, and liked to play dress up what would you think?
A.He's expressing himself
B.Something's not right about this situation
C.He must be gay
D.I've got to give him some boy toys to play with

7. What is your sex?
A.Female
B.Male
C.Other

10. What is your sexual orientation
A.Heterosexual ( I like members of the opposite sex)
B.Homosexual (I like members of the same sex)
C.Bisexual ( I like members of both sexes)
D.Asexual (I'm not attracted to members of either sex)
E.I'm not sure


So, you get what I was getting at...right?

Now that I came up with this bomb yet simple and fun survey I had 24 hours to get 100 people of all different sexual orientations, genders, everything...It was not easy folks. I used everything ...facebook...MySpace...I browsed random people on MySpace asked them to take my survey (don't think that was too successful) ...hounded my friends on AIM. At 4pm I was at wit's end. I had 80 people and needed 20 more. Where was I going to get these people from? I sent facebook messages to about 800 people all together and my friends were getting annoyed plus i put two bullentins on MySpace not to mention my unsuccessful attempts to talk to weird looking men in Ohio named Charles. I didn't know where else to go.
Then I thought "Chat Rooms!" ...wow, haven't been in one of those since 9th grade. (16/f/atl...remember that?) First place I thought to go...AOL. America OnLine...they're diverse, intelligent, and have a special place for gays and lesbians, which who I began targeting since I had enough "breeders". The funny thing is...when I went to their special section I saw everything but chat rooms.
What was I to do then...I know...Plan B..well, more like "BP". BLACKPLANET. I hadn't used my account in a while, I barely could remember my username "hotgurl_yaz" I knew if no one else in the world used those cest pools of freaks known as chat rooms BlackPlanet still did and oh boy was I right. I went to every chat room, the 50 something (these folks could care less that I was a college kid trying to promote social change they were focused on their next lay)...college...the 30 somethings (who were suprisingly immature)...gay (who were definitely my favorite, though they weren't as responsive to taking my survey...we talked about everything from men on the DL to social stereotypes)...lesbian (who, not surprising really "took" to me and participated in my survey though many were upset I didn't have mutual feelings)...also took a visit to "Sexy Bi Femz4Femz" to get the bisexual point of view...and last but not least I went into the lion's den..the belly of the fire..."transexual4men". Those bitches are MEAN, well except for "Irreplaceable" she was sweet and didn't give me a hard time. Never call a transexual ...transgendered. I made that mistake and boy did I pay for it. "look girl, i'm a bytch with a dikk!" ..."a girl with a penis"...."i've got a shooter baybee!" is what was barked through the server. They had such opinions about how "no one fukked" with them...(all the curse words had to have an alternate spelling so BP couldn't censor them). These lady boys didn't care about any little college girl who was trying to lower hate crimes and discrimination...didn't care about promoting social change ...like the geazers they just wanted their next hit! I really wanted some transexuals to do my survey because I knew that it would add credance to my research ...I didn't put "other" as an option on #7. for no reason. I didn't just want females and males, I wanted people who really consider themselves an alternative sex. Needless to say, I got my wish. Two transexuals participated in my survey ...68 females...28 males...2 other ("transexual"/"ts" is what was written in the blank)...and 3 people who just didn't answer at all.
I guess this goes without mention but in the span of 24 hours I've seen and talked with A LOT of people and found out soooo many things about the way people view themselves, others, and more than anything else gender and sexuality. I found out through the survey that one of my friends is gay, but doesn't believe in gay marriage, and thinks that while you don't have to ever completely come out you shouldn't have sex with men and women.
I really need some sleep!

Now Playing: My Humps - TCB

Then and Now...HILARITY IN A CLICK!

My Unamicable Divorce
I just got out of an abusive relationship.
Now before you get your panties in a knot and call up the gossip columns let me explain.
I was in an abusive business relationship. I'm the coordinator of this event (some of you may know...and that's fine but for those who don't it really doesn't matter too much) and I was doing business with this man. He was supposed to bring alot to the table, quality, high end, professionalism...a touch of class but really what he ended up bringing before any contracts were signed was drama, threats, and lots of stress on my part. It was crazy- at night I would think about how I was going to fulfill his requests...how I was going to make the situation right. Then one day he seriously threatened me and I was like "hold up...I DO NOT have to take this SH!T, I have people lining up at my door trying to work with me...why am I pressed for this man...I seriously can't even Google his name. There has GOT to be a better way!" And there was a better way...the contract I was working for his services (complimentary drama and stress included) I'm getting with someone whose name I can actually Google. I feel so relieved and free from the situation, like a burden has been lifted. When I look back it really was like an abusive relationship. People warned me, but the shine of everything he promised was so enticing I decided to play with the fire. So when I got burned I felt obligated to continue. When he pulled a pyscho move, he made up for it with very sensible remarks. I was truly caught up in a web. But now I know better, I'm the big boss and I call the shots. I hired (and fired) him!
This man claims he can provide all these things and that he's so this and that but truthfully if he were who he said he were he wouldn't have been so pressed about doing my "little college show".

The Set Up: (The Turn Around is Classic and Flawlessy Executed)
On 7/17/06, selectnewyork wrote:
I need to know an update and now because my Make up, Hair Team and Stylist is awaiting a response because I place everything on whole until I received a deposit and contract and I guess this is not going to happen any time soon and I don't have any more time to deal with this HU ******. So this is it, deposit and contract within one week from today or you can remove my name and teams from assisting with this event and I will speak with corporate and let them know of my decision and why they should not work on this project and any other projects in the future.


Remember I spoke to you about why I stop doing show because of too many delays and drama... And for what $**** and stress not equal.

Good Luck!
From: yasmine
To: selectnewyork
Sent: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 10:34 PM
Subject: Re:
Okay. That is fine Mr. Moore. We will no longer be needing your services. The drama that you speak of comes from within, I think it's best we part ways now because your attitude is simply baffling, though I cannot say I was not forewarned by my predeccesors. Thank you for your time but I cannot work with constant threats and unreasonable time constraints. You are not the only person with whom I can work with, I now have the same services with much better working relations.
So thanks for your interest but from all of the horror stories and your threats, I see now I will not want to deal with this all the way until October.I thought working with alum and professional minorities would be worth it but I see now its not.

Now a professional probably wouldn't respond to this. I was blunt and to the point. I was fed up and really gave it to him. He claims to be doing all these shows in DR, Paris, Milan, etc he was worried about little ole' me and had to have the last word.

On 7/20/06, selectnewyork wrote:
First of all, I wasn't threatening you about doing *****the rest of the email was blah blah blah ...yada yada yada

Anyway in closing this email does not require nor needs a response.
Gregory Moore
Select New York

I will also forward this email over to the HU Homecoming Director and President of HU. Along with all of our email and the promises you made but didn't keep and using HU name and not respecting the Conduct Code as a student.

Maybe he's the novice here. Does he not understand the art of negotiating? Did not understand that he made a HUGE mistake of showing his ass a few times too many before there were any legalities involved? Needless to say I told the man, "That's fine. Do what you feel deem necessary but we won't be needing your services. Thanks"

Clearly he didn't appreciate that and decided to waste more space in my gmail with a appallingly unprofessional response. How pressed is he? I'm just glad it's over. I learned alot with this experience.
1. Know who has the power
2. Take heed to the advice of others
3. Pay attention to the red flags early on
4. Don't be afraid to cut all ties
5. Never argue with a fool


Now Playing: Crazeology Miles Davis

My Thoughts of Late on The State of Desperation Common to All Women, Economy Flying, Beautiful Roomates, and Profiling in Retail

Anyone who was around me the week prior to the Fourth of July knows how much I was raving about taking a spare of the moment trip to Chicago. Well, I took that trip and had fun (though I don't see what all the hype is about when it comes to The Taste or why in the world Chicago is sooooo spread out and gigantic!) While in the Go I heard the same 3 songs in rotation on the radio..."Red Alert" by Ciara, "Unfaithful" by Rihanna, and "Doing Too Much" by a new chick named Paula Deanda. The last track stuck with me the most. Here are a few of the lyrics, in case you're not familiar..."im leaving messages and voicemails telling you i miss you baby am i doin too much why you tryin to dis me when i just wanna kiss you baby am i doin too much tell me whats the issue who i give theses lips to baby am i doin too much this is turnin into somethin i aint hip to baby am i doin too much see you got me all alone waitin right here by the phone for you to call me."
After a few listens, I decided this chick was completely desperate and that the song sounded almost as lonely and despondent as the Charlie Wilson song, "Hey girl, How you doin'My name is Charlie, last name Wilson I was wonderin' if I could take you outShow you a good time, invite you to my houseHere is my number, girl you can call meAnd don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie.."
Don't they both kinda' sound sorry to you?
Anyway...after the first 1trillion times of hearing the Paula Deanda tune I realized why it was so damn popular. We all (we as in women) can relate to her despairing sentiments! While most won't admit, every woman has had her "nose wide open" for some man and for better or worse every woman has "done too much" for a guy. We've all had that one guy who we had to (some couldn't and still can't) resist calling almost everytime he popped up in our mind (which was about every 5.98 seconds), we were on a never ending, always continuing IM conversation or nonstop chirping on the Nextel, "why didn't you come through...I want to see you...where are you...i miss you" etc. It's embarassing, yes, but everyone's been there and that's why Paula is getting PAID off of her desperation.
On to other topics...I HATE ECONOMY AIRLINE ACCOMODATIONS! UGH... All 723.67 miles from Chicago to Washington, DC I flew with a 250 lb. man on my lap. When I think about it I get annoyed all over again. He wanted his seat back and I wanted my legs crossed. We couldn't have both comfortably. It's a shame and scandal! I found my self purposefully kneeing his back hoping that he'd get the not so subtle hint and adjust his seatback unfortunately I had no such luck. I can't wait to be paid so I can fly 1st class on ALL flights and not just the ones I just happen to get because the 1st class seats are the only ones open when I use my BuddyPass.
In other news...I got a new roomate today. She's really nice and I'm releived she seems normal. I'm glad she puts on make-up and goes out and has a life. What I'm not so glad about is she got the big room before I could stake my claim and she's cute so now I'm not as laisidasical about bringing my men friends around. Before I never feared that one of my suitors would find my suitemate more attractive now...well, I'm not worried but it is something to think about.
So, I started my new job today. It was great, easy going, saleable merchandise (nothing worse than working at a store that has nothing worth saleing -sp?), I only had a problem with one thing. ME. Let me know, does this sound bad? When seemingly "ghetto" women come into the boutique I get on guard, nervous that they may try and steal. While I don't outwardly treat them differently, in my mind I'm going over ways to call them out on trying to take merchandise without paying for it..."Excuse me ma'am...did you pay for that?" I feel horrible because I know it's profiling but unfortunately sometimes the stereotype is true. At my first retail job, I was required to watch a tape on theft and the different ways people can try and steal. Unfortunately, in the store I worked at, in real life most of those people had black faces and were lower on the socioeconomic ladder. I know it's wrong to profile, and I definitely try not to but it's hard to control your mind...luckily, I'm always in control of my actions and I understand that having morals has nothing to do with your tax bracket.

Now Playing: No More, Letoya Luckett

My Theory On Why Fighting in the Club Increases Your Star Power
(and other randyme happenings and conversations while on aim)

Okay.
It's never happened before
and I wouldn't mind if it never happened again.
I caused a fight in the club.
Technically I threw the first punch...but I sure as hell didn't throw the last one. My main man's best friend did.
Now before you judge, and write me off as hood or ghettoesque- listen to what happened.
We were out at the club looking fly, drinking from the bar, and generally having a GREAT time. I believe Wale's new song, "Dig Dug", was playing. If you're not familiar with it...it's basically a guy rapping over go-go. It's hot! Anyway I was facing my main man dancing and enjoying the presence of the people I was with when all of a sudden a guy walks up behind me and GRABS MY ASS!
"OH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL NAAAAW"
I went straight "ATL." I turned around and slapped him a la Alicia from The Wood and then punched him. "You do not know me" I exclaimed, "Keep your F_cking hands off!"
I guess the punch didnt hurt much because he then proceeded to come in my face and say "it wasn't all that."
So I guess at this point my main and his friend realized there was an issue and all I remember is my main pushing him back and his friend Eric throwing the first bow which immediately knocked the wack ass wannabe suitor to the floor. Before I knew it, the side section of the club had turned into an amateur episode WWF. Bodies were being picked up, punches were swung...and I guess I had caused it all. I thought my miniature one-two knockout had been enough to keep him moving along...but I guess the men in my party had other plans.
The funny thing is...we were the dopest people at the club that night. We were the VIP without even needing a room. Were we on stage poppin' bottles of Moe? Nope...Did we sit in lounge chairs all night and make kissy faces at each other? Hell Nope. (lol) Anywhere we stepped became the VIP area, we were seriously turning heads. Which leads me to believe that we were destined to fight that night. Almost every celebrity that really knows how to party hard has had a fight in the club. Just think...Sean "P.Diddy" Combs, Paris Hilton (that bitch throws down), Camron (along with a host of other rappers), HBO's Series The Entourage star, Jeremy Piven just had a fight (which was probably induced by his PR people who knew that fighting in the club would make him a more noteworthy up and coming celeb), and the not so teen queen, Lindsay Lohan! See...everyone's doing it! Which thereinfore (not sure if this is truly a word but it sounds so scholastic) means we must be about to BLOW UP big time. So as opposed to feeling bad about causing a rauwkus in the club...I'm going to take the experience as one of the first steps to making it big.


And in other news....Randymethougths on the relationship students at HU have with Meridian Hill and seeking inspirational messages and struggling with my blog plus more:
shine0485 (12:12:17 AM): no work on mondays...this is staying up late to me
shine0485 (12:12:18 AM): lol
RanDYMEthoughts (12:12:23 AM): hahahhaa
shine0485 (12:12:23 AM): i'm so ashamed
RanDYMEthoughts (12:12:33 AM): esp. compared to your old meridian days
RanDYMEthoughts (12:12:35 AM): i can see now
RanDYMEthoughts (12:12:40 AM): i'm goin to miss meridian
shine0485 (12:12:47 AM): hell yea....i am too
shine0485 (12:12:53 AM): but i couldn't do that mess with that again tho
RanDYMEthoughts (12:13:20 AM): i think you have to enjoy it while its there
RanDYMEthoughts (12:13:22 AM): and move on
shine0485 (12:14:17 AM): yep. it's a one time thing. it's like a one night stand or somethin
shine0485 (12:14:29 AM): can't make it a relationship
RanDYMEthoughts (12:14:35 AM): though some do
RanDYMEthoughts (12:14:42 AM): but you can't turn a hoe into a housewife
shine0485 (12:14:54 AM): hahaha....some guys try...
RanDYMEthoughts (12:15:06 AM): yes they do
RanDYMEthoughts (12:15:20 AM): but it's never quite the same the second time around...i'm certain
....time passes.....
RanDYMEthoughts (12:21:57 AM): so...
RanDYMEthoughts (12:22:00 AM): inspire me
shine0485 (12:23:32 AM): i can't handle the pressure!!!
shine0485 (12:23:39 AM): umm...
shine0485 (12:23:46 AM): so i've been thinking...
RanDYMEthoughts (12:24:22 AM): that's always a start
shine0485 (12:26:00 AM): that the whole idea about situations or people only having the amount of importance that you give it is completely true
shine0485 (12:26:36 AM): or...them* i should say
RanDYMEthoughts (12:27:13 AM): i think so too
RanDYMEthoughts (12:27:14 AM): explain
shine0485 (12:29:49 AM): well after going through situations with guys, friends, family and just random shit i've found that i have had to repeat a saying over and over to myself.."mind over matter. if you don't mind it don;t matter"
shine0485 (12:29:50 AM): yep.
RanDYMEthoughts (12:30:09 AM): damn
RanDYMEthoughts (12:30:11 AM): that's hot
RanDYMEthoughts (12:30:17 AM): FACEBOOK!
shine0485 (12:30:44 AM): and that shit works...it alleviates a lot of stress. and it makes u feel dumb about caring som much about little things that REALLY DONT MATTER
shine0485 (12:31:08 AM): i dont know where i got that saying from...but i know i didnt make it up myself
RanDYMEthoughts (12:32:24 AM): well i'll attribute it to you for now
RanDYMEthoughts (12:32:42 AM): -Ayanna by way of some wiser source
...time passes some more...
RanDYMEthoughts (12:33:52 AM): i've started w/ telling my story
RanDYMEthoughts (12:33:59 AM): but i kinda like telling the current event
RanDYMEthoughts (12:34:04 AM): and then applying it to me
RanDYMEthoughts (12:34:13 AM): but i'm not sure what to do w/ this one
shine0485 (12:35:11 AM): u've got me wanting to start a blog. not sure if i could commit tho. you make it seem very interesting tho
RanDYMEthoughts (12:36:40 AM): oh the concept of writing it
RanDYMEthoughts (12:36:43 AM): or reading ti
RanDYMEthoughts (12:36:44 AM): it*
shine0485 (12:36:51 AM): both
RanDYMEthoughts (12:37:34 AM): oh
RanDYMEthoughts (12:37:42 AM): writing it is fun and theraputic
RanDYMEthoughts (12:37:54 AM): but you always wonder if you have readers
RanDYMEthoughts (12:37:59 AM): because no one comments
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:07 AM): its just kinda like having a movie out
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:16 AM): and ppl coming to see it
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:25 AM): but no one is buying a ticket
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:29 AM): so you dont think anyone's there
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:34 AM): but really everyone loves it
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:38 AM): but you never know
RanDYMEthoughts (12:38:42 AM): because no one ever said it
shine0485 (12:38:45 AM): hahaha
shine0485 (12:38:52 AM): this is very very true
shine0485 (12:38:54 AM): well put

AN HOUR LATER
I thought this was the end of the entry. But I had yet another randyme occurance while on aim

RanDYMEthoughts (1:32:36 AM): OMG
RanDYMEthoughts (1:32:47 AM): i just had a"my roomate commited suicide "scare
shine0485 (1:36:56 AM): omg what happened?
RanDYMEthoughts (1:37:46 AM): she's drunk as shit
RanDYMEthoughts (1:37:55 AM): and someone was tapping at the door
RanDYMEthoughts (1:38:02 AM): she had closed herself in the bathroom
RanDYMEthoughts (1:38:06 AM): threw up in the sink
RanDYMEthoughts (1:38:14 AM): and was passed out on the floor
shine0485 (1:38:20 AM): omg!
shine0485 (1:38:33 AM): who IS this girl??
RanDYMEthoughts (1:38:38 AM): i thought the throw up was blood
RanDYMEthoughts (1:38:50 AM): i was like FUCK THIS BITCH DONE KILLED HERSELF
CKBear411 (1:39:44 AM): oh my gosh
CKBear411 (1:40:00 AM): that is horrible
CKBear411 (1:40:01 AM): is she ok
CKBear411 (1:40:06 AM): did she go to the hospital
RanDYMEthoughts (1:40:10 AM): well, she's not dead
CKBear411 (1:40:14 AM): thats good
RanDYMEthoughts (1:40:19 AM): she's str8 just EXTREMELY drunk
CKBear411 (1:41:38 AM): oh gosh
CKBear411 (1:43:47 AM): were u the first to find her like htat
RanDYMEthoughts (1:44:14 AM): it was me and another girl
RanDYMEthoughts (1:44:17 AM): her friend
CKBear411 (1:44:38 AM): thats really not good
RanDYMEthoughts (1:46:21 AM): i was scared
RanDYMEthoughts (1:46:28 AM): and she threw up in the sink
CKBear411 (1:46:31 AM): that is scary
CKBear411 (1:46:33 AM): ewwww
RanDYMEthoughts (1:46:36 AM): im thinking she had curried chicken and shrimp
CKBear411 (1:47:31 AM): ewww
CKBear411 (1:47:34 AM): that is grosss!
CKBear411 (1:47:44 AM): who is going to clean that up
RanDYMEthoughts (1:48:19 AM): Maintenence
CKBear411 (1:48:30 AM): oh ok
CKBear411 (1:48:37 AM): that is really disgusting
THE END

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(in case you dont' get the pic of the guy in the audience..he's the bama i feel like I'm talking to, so if you read and appreciate my writing - drop me a line sometime)

Just Because I'm a Journalist
...an email I received earlier today. I'll choose not to believe the message below just cuz' I think the girl is flyy.

From: Hate (Blank) Add to Address Book
Date: 2006/04/27 Thu AM 04:11:30 EDT
To: A WHOLE Bunch of People
Subject: If you know that SLUT (Blank)

Fuck (Blank). I just went to the doctor today and he told me I have fucking HPV and the only person I’ve had sex with was that bitch (Blank). She is a fucking whore. Don’t fuck with her. Please. For your health and for the sake of humanity. She won’t admit she has it but when I called her and asked her about it she fucking hung up in my face before I even said I had it. I just said the word “HPV” and she hung up the guilty bitch. Oh, but she was more than happy to call (Blank's friend) a “dirty slut” and a “nasty hoe” in November when (Friend) had just found out SHE had HPV and it was causing her problems. But now that (Blank) has it she won’t say shit.

Her and her fucking roommate are whores. They have this thing where they bring home two guys together and both fuck. If one is fucking they’re both fucking. (Blank) told me about it. Ask (Guy1) and (Guy2). They did it with me and my roommate. They are sluts who KNOW they have this STD and they keep slutting around. Fuck these whores.

PLEASE don’t fuck with (Blank). HPV can be passed even through a condom!!! You are not safe if you have sex with this slut or her slut ass roommate. They are dirty sluts who are obviously trying to pass on this disease because they are upset at the world.

These two bitches are sluts and I will hate (Blank) until the day that I fucking die. She did a credit card scam, she tricks niggas into buying her stuff, she fucks over her “best friends” and she gives niggas HPV. This bitch is SICK, DISGUSTING and a TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING!!! HPV is forever. If you are a guy you are FUCKED UP if you think you are safe. FUCK YOU (Blank)!!!

DAMN, that's got to suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For More Information about HPV (The Human Papillomavirus)

Please Go To:http://www.cdc.gov/std/HPV/STDFact-HPV.htm

FUCK MERCURY and TO HELL WITH JUPITER!

Have you ever come to the realization that you did everything humanly possible WRONG?
When you were supposed to go left, you went right. You should have gone up... for some reason, you went down. Free spirited, non-restrictive, not calculating, I was jealous, possesive, and fault finding! I have come to the realization that with this one Sagittarius, whom I once adored so much, that I, perfection-seeking Yasmine, was that incredulous "fuck up".
Astrologically...I'm on the cusp of Leo and Virgo. While I've never really read too deep into zodiac signs, for mostly religious reasons, I notice lots of things that make you go 'hmmm' about astrology and the way the planets align themselves around a certain time of year that make people born the 23ard of one month to the 22 of the next a particular way.
I have really noticed that I will research the heck out of something if I'm into it. When I chose Howard, I knew all the stats, noteable alumi, and even about the area. It has been no different with astrology, I take that back it's been no different with learning about Leos, Virgos and Sagittariuses.
Alot of the sites I Googled had compatibility analysis, i.e. "This sign is best with this other sign etc." I found out that half of me (my Virgo half) is completely incompatible with the person who I wanted to be my better half, the father of my off spring, the love of my life. He's a Sag who needs his space and I'm half Virgo, a tidy freedom phobe. Needless to say, the question soon arose, "how true are these things anyway?"
While I indoubtedly saw painstaking resembelences in myself in the myriads of summaries about Leos and Virgos I just couldn't accept the fact that HE may not be the HIM whose last name I eventually take. (Not to mention Sagittariuses have extreme fear of the 'C' word [commitment] and that he's a Sag down to a fault*he's even got it tatooed* on his arm I believe). As I discussed this finding with my no nonsense roomate, I explained it was the Leo in me that attracted him and the Virgo that drove us apart and the Leo that makes him linger. I think I see why astrology is supposedly a 'bad' thing in religous circles... overly obsessive women like me nitpick (a Virginan trait) and take these astrological coincedences for Gospel!
Looking at the disturbing news made me wonder, "can we surpass our astrological fates?" If horoscopes.com says that a person born October 13 and another born March 28 are not good partners does it mean their relationship is doomed from the start?
Sign Quality Triplicity Quadruplicity Ruler
Leo Positive Fire Fixed Sun
Virgo Negative Earth Mutable Mercury
Since Leo and Virgo are polar opposites does this mean that I am damned to be weird and internally contradicted forever?
Does the cosmos have it out for me?

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20 Questions
Houston/Bayou Classic 05' Edition
Compiled by Me and My Brothers

1. Can anyone tell me what exactly, "in through my nose and out through my mouth means"?
2. Ever seen a U-turn lane?
3. MERGE! (yes, we know this is not a question, however, we liked it.)
4. So I just keep straight?
5. Do you really live around the corner?
6. Why is my mailbox two blocks away?
7. When did Caleb (our youngest brother) get so hard?
8. What's with the stop signs on the freeway?
9. Why would anyone take the payway when there's a freeway right next to it?
10. What's up with all the birds?
11. How can one seemingly turn 180 degrees and still be going in the same direction?
12. What it do?
13. University of Phoenix is a real place?
14. Are my turn signals working?
15. How could you be sooooo wrong?
16. Do you blink?
17. If there's a Sugarland and a Pearland, is there a Candyland, Texas?
18. Hey dude, why can I see your pantyline?
19. Who farted?
20. Smells pretty bad, did you follow through?

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The Encounter
Welp, it finally happened. I encountered the HER that came in and got HIM during my supposed 2 month "hiatus". I really thought this girl would be extraordinary, over the top, just a thorough bitch...I mean she has to be right? She's just a freshman...she has to be undeniably fly...right? WRONG!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO WRONG. She's an average girl doing average girl things. She happens to be a member of an organization that I'm on the E-board for and we recently had a meeting that she was in attendance. I'd be lying if I said I didnt go out of my way to make sure this girl was there so I could see what she was all about. I mean, I'm a curious chick...what can I say? Anyway, she came. Late, underdressed, and not prepared...but she came. This organization is a pre-professional organization meaning you always come ready to see and be seen, meet and greet, and make contacts.
Maybe she didnt know this though.
First Mistake: Tardy...She comes in late, and since there were not that many people in attendance it was really noticeable. Not only was she late but she was rather disruptive since she was still communicating with people outside of the meeting. Tis' Tis'
Second Mistake: Inappropriate Dress...Maybe she felt like since the meeting was being held in a seminar room in her dorm she could come in any ole' kinda way because she definitely did. Jeans, a teeny bopper T, socks complete with CHINESE SANDALS.
Wow...okay so at this point homegirl definitely did not get the memo...but she still has an opportunity to show me what she's working with.
Third (and biggest) Mistake now You're OUT!!!!....Not only does she come LATE, SLOPPY, but in our intimate meeting when we had a highly accomplished speaker she sits the the very back, arms folded, uninvolved, and decides to STARE AT ME THE ENTIRE MEETING.
Honestly I'm not sure if Anonymous should be dating her or mentoring her. I mean really? Doesnt she have him, aren't they so content? Why is she so bothered by me that she would feel the need to hawk me the whole meeting? Didn't anyone tell her that doing such would really be a boost to my ego? I sized her up in a matter of 2 minutes flat and decided she wasn't even worth my time, not even on my level enough to even be considered an "enemy". I felt like telling her, "girl, if you got that man ...have that man, don't worry about me if you got him on lock." Truly I resigned my involvement in our relationship 4 days prior to meeting her so I really have no idea what she was going through. You can't buy class people, you really can't. She would have really been so much more effective if she was a LADY. I mean come in on top of your shit! Wow me with your intellect, the eye rolling-gum popping "ghetto girl" at Howard does nothing for me but show me how much farther along I am (literally and mentally). Damn...I think I must be Fly....even if just a little bit....Hahaha

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DAMON DASH: Dame is in the house, so let's get that
cake. You are a businessperson who knows what
you're doing. Ain't no slackin' when it comes
to your career. You KNOW how to make that
money. You are focused, intelligent, and have
dreams of the future which you are trying to
make come true. Loyalty...you know you gotta
have it. You got your people's backs and they
got yours. Besides the business side, you can
get down at a party or club any day and have
some fun. You are confident and know how to
treat people. Keep on keepin' on.

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