"Don't Hold Back Your Tears"

His and Her Circumstances

Dedicated To...

What it do? It's that time again, the time of a new year, happy 2007 folks. I don't know what to say, this past semester flew by with the quickness, and now I'm just chillin in the Chi waiting for the next one. It definitely felt good to be back to enjoy the barren, cracked concrete weed filled lots surrounding nearby train tracks, and naked trees huddled together to survive what I must say was the best winter weather we've had in a while, high 30's and 40's, albeit we'll pay for it later. Yeah, I love all of Chicago, and I especially have a deep appreciation for it's isolate, neglected corners I find very comforting. They have grown and live in me. Coming home, I kind of had a hard time reconnecting with the family, but eventually I came around. The most memorable moment of these past couple weeks is when my grandfather "Superfly" woke me up early in the morning with one of his angry calls after I had been out all night, to help him drive a car out to Blue Island and back. Somehow I managed to stay awake as I drove there and back to the shop, where since it was the day before Christmas eve, usually on days before holidays, or even just at the end of a week, at the auto shop the workers and who else is ever there have a drink, so Superfly, Stoney and I end up drinking, normal arguments over nothing persue, and we get ready to leave. It's just so funny to me because growing up at the shop I use to just watch as the "grown-ups" would drink and talk loud and be merry while I enjoy a bag of chips or something, and now here I was bonding over Courvoisier. After that, I wasn't so tired anymore .

The rest of the break hasn't been bad either, been chillin with Mars B and we got to hit up the buffett on New Years Eve, also went over Sparky Marky's with DK and chill with the Boogie Knights crew and more, even ol' Lady Red and Pat passed through. I've mostly been babysitting my lil sis and cleaning, trying to get rid of old clothes and stuff I still have from grade school, shame on me. Every time I go through that stuff, I can't help but laugh at my old writings and drawings, even my bad grades. It's funny to see how much relevance all that stuff has to the today me. I guess that what xanga does for me also. Going through my old posts, it's funny to see how goofy I was at times, how much I complained and made a battle out of some of my self-inflicted problems. All the things I said about starting a revolution, and buying a camcorder to make stupid funny movies, becoming a more organized person, I laugh because I can still see that goofy inside me. Even if I stop blogging, this journal would stand as a testament to help me remember things I hadn't even thought of for the longest until I read it, and appreciate and be thankful especially for the great people I've been able to be surrounded by. I just want to thank everyone, so many people too many names but you know who you are, Mars B, Agent Simon, Mark Awesome, from OG12 and below, to the Mod Fuckin Squad, DDR friends and peeps, Dysfunct Fam, PSA and ates, UC Hip Hop heads, Iced Chedda (MFA all day), EALC fam, Boogie Knights, Allen Hall fam, Bennie Ben and Korean fam, LBGT fam, ISR fam, damn too much fam, but damn I could go on all damn day >_<! and everyone in between and what not, I feel very lucky to have been able to be apart or know and meet you all and your friends, I swear you all make a piece of me. Unfortunately I will be graduating later than sooner, but hell, why wait til then, even though it was kinda vague it'll do for now. Time to go to sleep, to the darkness I return.