To HBCU Or Not To HBCU...

I have completed my college process [finally!] and I am now just chilling for acceptance letters. A few people I know are applying to HBCUs and I can't help but wonder if I should feel guilty for not applying to one. I can get into an HBCU in 2 seconds so me getting in is not the problem. It's that I feel like I would not fit in at one. All through high school I was like "I'm gonna go to Spelman, be an AKA, and live like they did on A Different World!" Humph! Oh how that dream died when I actually went to visit Spelman over Columbus weekend. I didn't mind that it was all girls because Morehouse is right there and it's not like I will be fcking people during class [that would be hilarious tho lol] but it is the type of girls there that I couldn't handle. The girls were either straight hood or horrendously sadity. There was no medium and me being from NYC, I need a medium because I can be a lil too much for people who aren't like me lol. Then I LOVEDDDD Howard but their administration is trash. They are always losing shit and I would hate to be one of the kids who doesn't have a dorm room. I'll be damned if I have to move off campus. Also DC wasn't pretty for me. It looked rougher than NYC lol. I felt all types of unsafe walking around that area. I would love to apply to Howard but I know I will be very distracted there between the parties and fashion, no work will be done. In general I know I wouldn't love an HBCU because I need diversity. I've been in an all black & hispanic school [elementary] then an all white school [junior high] and now I am in a very diverse high school. I love knowing all types of people and having a peek into their culture and things of that nature. I don't know man. Chances are I will apply to Howard but I don't know if I will go and I don't wanna take that spot from someone who will.

But what I do know is whenever their homecoming goes down I WILL BE THERE!

Yeezy Speaks!

"WHEN IT’S ALL SAID AND DONE, REMEMBER THE FEARLESS, REMEMBER THE DREAMERS, REMEMBER THOSE WHO REPRESENT THE GHETTO…THE FAIRY TALE OF NOTHING TO SOMETHING. I’M BRIEFLY SADDENED BY NEGATIVE COMMENTS, BUT I HAVE TO REMEMBER THOSE PEOPLE ARE SCARED, INCAPABLE OR JUST PLAIN IDIOTS. WE ARE THE F**KING ROCK STARS BABY. NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE MY NI**AS!! NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE! IT’S FUNNY TO ME WHEN FASHION BLOGGERS DOWN OUR OUFITS AND THEN SUPER JOCK OUTLANDISH SH*T ON THE RUNWAY BUT THEN THEY DRESS MAD PRUDE AND DON’T LIVE FASHION. WE LIVE IT MAN. F**K THAT, WE LIVE IT!!! WE LIVE IT SO HARD PEOPLE LIVE THROUGH US! WE REPRESENT YOUR INNER SPIRIT!! THE CHILD IN US ALL, THE BRUTAL HONESTY, THE NAIVETY, THE BRAVE WARRIOR, THE ADRENALINE THAT ALLOWS A MOTHER TO LIFT A CAR IF HER CHILD WAS TRAPPED UNDER IT! REMEMBER, THERE WAS A TIME WHEN EVERYBODY DISSED MICHAEL JACKSON EVERY CHANCE THEY COULD. IMAGINE THE PRESSURE OF BEING A TRUE ICON. VERY FEW HUMAN BEINGS ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE CONSTANT HATE!!! IF WE DON’T DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS THE SH*T, YOU BEAT US UP VERBALLY AND MENTALLY, LIKE A CATHOLIC SCHOOL TEACHER BEATING A CREATIVE STUDENT INTO SUBMISSION. I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING ‘COLOR INSIDE THE LINES!!!’ WELL F**K YOUR COLORING BOOK, COLOR BY NUMBERS APPROACH TO LIFE. AT THE END OF THE DAY WHO ARE WE HURTING??? OH “THE NEW BLACK???” SINCE BARACK IS PRESIDENT BLACKS DON’T LIKE FUR COATS, RED LEATHER, AND FRIED CHICKEN ANY MORE?! WHEN YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND CULTURAL SETTINGS, BOUNDARIES, AND OUR MODERN DAY CASTE SYSTEMS, THEN YOU CAN FEEL THE GLORY AND PAIN FROM THE DAYS OF KINGS IN AFRICA TO THE NEW KINGS OF THE MEDIA. LET THE BALL PLAYERS DANCE AFTER THEY SCORE! IT’S LIFE MY NI**AS, IT’S LIFE! REMEMBER CLOTHING IS A CHOICE. WE WERE BORN NAKED!!! FRESH IS AN OPINION, LOVE IS OBJECTIVE, TASTE IS SELECTIVE, AND EXPRESSION IS MY FAVORITE ELECTIVE. NO MORE POLITICS OR APOLOGIES!!!
01.29.2010"

This would be my yearbook quote if it wasn't so long. This is why I've fcked with Kanye since day one. Since I was 12 years old. He speaks his mind, does what he wants and people always give him heat but he always comes back with a nice speech for those talkers. He has a point ranging from fashion bloggers trashing him to the 'new black'. Gon' head Kanye.

Legal

Saturday was my birthday [yay go Slim!]. I am legal baby! I can do illegal things now and not feel bad about it because I'm an adult now *side eye*. Well I wasn't too crunk for Jesus for my birthday to begin with so I wanted something low key. During the day I went to lunch with my family and then at night I went to BBQs and to a party with my main beezys. First off...everyone in BBQs was obese. I was like wtf is going on here? I swear it was the craziest thing I've ever seen in my life. Then these two girls sat the whole night mean mugging me and my girls. Def didn't notice them all that much because we were having too much fun. Jokes and pranks going around, it was cute. Although the service was good, I'm gonna need BBQs folks to be more enthusiastic when singing the happy birthday song. I mean damn I know you probably hate your job but at least smile. Either way it was good and I enjoyed myself. Then we headed off to this house party that was in Flatbush. Oh my word...poppin music, loose bitches. Girls were all over dudes, half naked and dry humping. I was like what type of shxt did these people just drag me to! These girls are sloppy, drunk and just piles of hot steaming messes. We asked the dudes if they found their behavior attractive and those fools said [and I quote] "HELLLL YEAH!". Smmfh. Then the cops came and went all Compton on us. Flashlights all over the place, sirens and such. As the cops proceeded to shut down the party, my friends and I went to hide in a room to avoid getting arrested. All of a sudden we heard yelling. My nosey ass ran out the room to discover a fight had broken out. Now, I haven't seen a good ole fight since my public school days in 6th grade so I was handed my life right then and there. After a good 15 minutes, the cops made everyone leave the house and the party was dunzo. However, the madness was not over. The fight carried on down the block, around the corner and into the street. A big ole jamboree was just going on. It was a WWF cage match [woah took it back to 3rd grade with that one]. Heifers on the ground, people getting stomped, getting hit with random objects, cursing, hair pulling, Jet-Li kicks, straight madness. And yes I stood across the street and watched it all as the cops passed them straight and turned in the opposite direction. That was my 18th birthday. It may not seem quite exciting to you but it's def one of those things that you had to see to believe and enjoy.

It is 3 am -_-
Good Morning.

Happy Birthday Slim!

Aowwwwwww! It is my birthday and I am officially legal! I can do like 5 more things I couldn't before. Wonderful isn't it? I know =) I should be out at a party but it turned out to be a guido party and I can't with them. I love the Jersey Shore and all but that fist pumping looks dangerous. Can't get boxed up on my birthday at all. However, for the big day, I am going to brunch with the fam and as for the night, dinner with the girls and a partay! Nothing crazy. I'm saving my debauchery for college and when I'm 21. Why waste it all on 18? Welp I'm going to sleep, gotta wake up early to play the lotto, buy cigarettes and rent porn from the video store...'cause this skinny bxtch is 18 now =)




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SMH @ Me

Shaking my damn head at my for my first post of the New Year being about a dude. I didn't even wish you guys a Happy New Year and hope that with 2010 comes bigger and better things. I didn't even share my New Years events. Like how I went to a bomb ass party in a cute lil black dress, patterned fishnets, and doc martens. Or that I had two college interviews that both went AMAZING or that I am sending out college applications. Ya know...good stuff. Smh that was not kind of me at all. SOOOO I am going to say, Happy New Year, may your 2010 be just as prosperous as I see mine being and I will be back on my shxt for blogging. Shoes, clothing, music, movies, my lovely rants, alllll that coming to ya. Sure I'm a lil salty for some occurances that have killed my trust in human beings [mainly those who carry penises] but what the hey! I'll be fineeeee. 2010 is my year, I graduate high school, I turn 18 [in 2 weeks to be exact], and I get college acceptances.

Guess who's bizzack...

I'll Bust The Windows Out Ya Car...

I am not happy. I don't think I've ever been this unhappy in my life and I've been through a lot of shxt. Like I am unhappy to the point where I don't want to leave the house or talk to anyone. I wanna pour out my heart but that will lead to crying and I don't do that especially over shit like this. I am an open person. Do anything you want just don't lie to me, steal from me, use me, or call me stupid. I don't like being mad a fool and if someone thinks they can get over on me they are in for a rude awakening. I am a very vindictive person, like seriously I love revenge because unlike others I don't feel bad at all. And whatever you're doing I know what is going on but I like to wait for people to step up and tell me the truth. After they have done me wrong and I cut them off, they always come back and try to act like shit is cool. Do they not realize had they not fxcked up in the first place that this wouldn't have happened? I don't want to sound cocky or out of place but you will miss me. They all do. Ever single one of them. Dudes, chicks, family, friends. Then they get the shock of their lives when I act like a bitch and ignore the hell out of them when they crawl their sorry asses back. Your new girl isn't treating you right? Ohh having problems with wifey? Fxck you, I'm not fxcking Dr. Phil. Go away. Yeah I'm not the sweet girl you met before am I? I hold a strong grudge even if it is a simple comment I will keep it with me. Eventually I will forgive but darling I will never forget. All I can do is wish you the best and hope that it burns when you pee. That is all. Not me, not now, not today.

Goodnight all.

I usually don't talk about my feelings but I needed to get this off my chest.

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