coming of age...

these past two years have been the best 2 summers of my life. i don't want to jinx it, i still have a month left, but so far, i've been truly blessed.

erykah badu + the roots, santogold, rock the bells [pharcyde, atcq, delasoul, deadprez, mosdef, nas]

bedlam, freestyle session.... beach, movies, mall, hang outs.... i think the only thing missing is a trip to six flags or something. but what are the chances... friends are broke. its ok though.

"things come and go, seasons change, people grow..."

pretty much sums it up. funny how we so quickly grow apart and then you wonder, "why were we ever friends?" no regrets, just constant reevaluations. in the end, you can only truly count and rely on yourself, even though, no man is an island, sometimes you just gotta think we are for the sake of independence and soaring purposes.

all in all, this summer has been an artsy experience, chill, and relaxing. i'm quite happy. can't change much to make it better, well, you can, but i'm relearning this thing called "patience," or at least upping my knowledge of it. i'm doing pretty good.

ME, a racist?

today i was covertly called a racist
atleast that's how i interpret the statement,
"having an unsafe thing towards black people"

funny... what makes me seem so? i have black friends [everyone says that though], i'm an ethnic studies major who is pissed that majority of prisoners are black, or that shit like hurricane katrina striked a location predominantly resided by blacks, or i don't know. maybe i'm thought of like this because i haven't officially dated a black guy? but whatever, i don't feel the need to justify my "downness" for the black community just because i'm blunt about not fully supporting obama's beliefs or policies. shoot me.

false alarm... no boy drama, thank goodness

running in the rain and random kisses is on the top list of best feelings ever... yesterday was a beautiful day/night topped off with a sonics shake. during and post victorville... minus dumb asians at yardhouse thinking they fly for trying to hit on me. dumbasses.

now, if only i can break his ps2 to shreds because that shit is making me cranky.

and the boy problems begin.....now!

damn labels, damn you! hahahahaha. man. this is retarded.

i'm making earrings now, and selling them soon. just gotta attach the hooks.

me and my many hustles...don't knock em or i'll knock you out! haha sike!