visiting the fraternal unit again. there's a lot i cld say a/b this trip, but since at least 2 members of the channel 69 (<- yo, where'd i get that from, anyway?) viewing audience bears an unfortunate allegiance to innanapolis, i'll keep all my negative comments to myself.
got there. ate. shopped a lil bit. laid around. chased my brother down the street w/ an umbrella. twas fun.
i'll see him again next weekend; he's comin down to help move me back to skoo on sunday. i'm ready to go back, but it's like, man.. really, who stole all the time? the summer just flew by, which ain't really a bad thing. it needs to die. quickly.
& im ready to take on this bastard ass semester by the horns & be like, 'who run this shit? I run this shit!!' & then just c-walk all over it's head. f'real. im kickin this year's ass. ima be up on the academics like i never ever was before--i want a 3.5 GPA per semester at least. prolly ain't too realistic considerin all the Fizdale classes ima hafta take--i cain't stand that lil focker--but i'm aimin high.
aaaaaand ima get my physical on point. changin my diet. exercisin. i feel so unhealthy on the inside; like all i did this summer was eat & sit & sleep & eat. livin in this house w/ no personal transpo & no job with which to pull some grocery money, i've had virtually no control over my diet. when the food runs out (which is freakin OFTEN, lemme tell u what) it's either eat some greasy ass heart-stoppin fast food shit or starve. starvin aint' sexy. so i've made do. it's gotten to the pt where fast food makes me queasy now, which i guess is a good thing. the less blk folk eat of that deathgrub the better.
im ramblin like a mug. :oP
i'm also gonna hit up the career development center @ school once i get there so they can help me figure out what i wanna do & where i wanna be. no--where i NEED to be. i've realized that i'm considerin all the wrong shit in makin plans for movin outta this place. i need to be somewhere i'm gonna prosper & be happy. if i fuck up & move somewhere b/c i think it's pretty or i like the accents of the ppl there or i wanna be close to a buncha IHOPs or sumthin (and by the freakin way--we went to ihop before we left innanapolis... the service was shitty, but the food was orgasmic. AND i got another mug, baby. 2 down, 6 to go!) i'ma end up broke down & pissed when i get bored w/ the scenery or the accents or the ihops (truthfully i don't see gettin tired of ihop possible. i ain't never met a pannacake i ain't like).
my mama suggested i go somewhere & work awhile before i head to grad school, maybe an internship w/ a magazine or sum'n. sounds reasonable, but if the economy don't get it's act together by the time i graduate... grad skoo it is. y'know, i've tried to explain to her why i wanna get outta kentucky & either i just don't know how or she just can't understand. she doesn't want me to leave. but i think she'll support me in my endeavors anyway.. she just wants her babygirl happy & safe & i understand that.
i got the best mommy in the world.
so yeah.
that's what im finna do.
ima get up my strength & kick the world in the ass & just laff in it's face.
i'm laffin at uuuuuuuu
i'm laffin at u nooooooooow (c) big pun
in other news, i really really want a typewriter, even tho im still blocked like an asshole tha's been superglued shut. know what tho, i've been reading 'juneteenth' by ralph ellison & man... he just makes u wanna write. he was such a brilliant writer... granted, i stay lost & confused 95% of the time while readin his stuff; he had some kinda crazy literary vision. dude used words in ways that i'd never in a million yrs consider doin & it's beautiful. definitely inspiring. hopefully his words will be the collard greens to the impacted bowel of my mental & i'll get some shit out. metaphorically speaking, of course.
welp, i'm bout outta words. i got a racist fish who's water needs changin.
