I Had To Do It... Of Course



I'm in love.

With the thought of being in love.

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Have you ever met someone that you have just enough stuff in common with to have a great friendship? Someone who challenges your wit and ability to serve up some pretty good sarcasm on demand? Someone with great taste in music and kicks? Someone who's intellect is beyond the realm of sexy on this Earth? And no matter what you guys are doing, you are guaranteed to laugh until you cry?

Well I have and he kicks ass in Connect 4 even though he can't beat me in Dominoes! Jealous much?

So to the dopest kid I've ever met in a math class (who gave me the flu), I dedicated this to you:
N.E.R.D. - Seeing Sounds
"You Know What"
(I'm not going to post it, you have the album)


It's Too Hot For This Shit

First things first, I am currently "syncing" the new N.E.R.D album to my iPod so I may take it everywhere I go (even though I don't go anywhere) and enjoy it's greatness.

But on topic. I meant to post this a while back because I had so much to say, but I've cut the post down because most people (or maybe just me) hate reading long ass, dry, drawn out rants; so my gift to you is straight and to the point.

Thing is, I don't like my best friend's (quote)boyfriend(unquote) and last night I found myself feeling bad because of it but as I woke up, that feeling faded. Yeah, I don't feel bad for not liking him because I've seen a million guys like him ruin chicks yet I can't say anything to her because women in situations like that never want to hear the truth (I've been there too). Sometimes I try to kick knowledge about guys to her and she doesn't want to hear me, but thing is... I've been there a million times before and I offer advice and information to her because I love her, if I didn't I would let this guy run over her and charge it to the game.

All the lines that he spits to her, I've heard before but she hasn't so this game is new to her and she is too nice to adapt because she believes his words and refuses to look past the exterior. What am I to do? I've seen situations like this end badly and she doesn't have tough skin, so I know that she will be hurt by whatever the outcome may be.

And because I know she reads my blog, for the record: All guys are not "dogs" or whatever. But I have a very keen feeling that the guy that she is currently ___________ (whatever), is on my list.

"A man will take what he wants as long as your giving it to him and then discard everything else because it was never that important to him in the first place."

She'll learn.

na-ive
-adjective
1. having or showing a lack of experience, judgment, or information; credulous

The Weekend: Revisited

FRIDAY
-The shittiest day to mark all shitty days. Doodle and I embarked on a trip to Target and ShopRite.... with no V'Dubs. For those of you who don't know, it is really hard to carry 12 plastic grocery bags six blocks to the bus stop AND it was hotter than the boiler room in hell! So yeah, I wasn't too happy BUT the thought of Cheesecake Factory nachos made my heart flutter.

-We asked Matty to go but he didn't want to so we drove the Ford over to Cherry Hill and devoured two plates of Factory Nachos. If you've never had them... please go get some, they'll change your life.

SATURDAY
-A friend of mine sent me the link to download this (see above) and I was UBER excited about it... which translates to, "I clicked download quicker than I blink." Anyhow.... I was anticipating greatness and I watched the Mozilla "download" link and then it popped up and said... "download complete" - boy was I happy.

-Uploaded it to iTunes and immediately pressed "play" and guess what.... I was immediately disappointed. Yep, DISAPPOINTED. Don't believe the hype folks... Don't believe the hype. If you need another coaster to go along with your Usher album, then go pick this one up (but I'm sure no one is buying it because it has leaked EVERYWHERE).

MOVING ON.......

SUNDAY
-I was hounded by each of my wonderful roommates [end sarcasm] to make them fried chicken... so because I was home alone all day, I opted to do something nice for them. Now because I have this problem where I can't make food for just us.... I made the ENTIRE pack of wings and legs...... homemade mashed potatoes and broccoli. I think that was enough.

-So now I'm sitting on my fat ass (because my stomach is full of about 8lbs of potatoes and 16lbs of chicken) watching Fight Club with Doodle.... Matty is phoneboning and all is right down here in Fishtown.

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How was your weekend??

Wednesday's Man.....

I'm just so tired of so many things and so many people, I need somewhere to vent - here it goes:

A. Internet thugs make me laugh. As Tanisha says, it's like the Special Olympics... even if you win, you're still a retard! I mean, ole' girl knows where I stay and I have no problem banging her in public, BUT (the big but) I refuse to go back and forth with her via the internet. LAME

B. I want to apologize to a certain someone for my recent spats of childish internet vomit; I spoke out of anger. It's like losing your best friend and then drawing attention to yourself in hopes of that person still wanting to be your best friend, guess he found someone else to play "tag" with. So, I'm stuck on the monkey bars all alone, my playground crush is officially dead, buried, and has gone to heaven.

C. How is it that someone tells you that they wont have their phone all weekend while they're in Atlanta, but then gets mad when they realized that you haven't called them?? Is that logical.

D. I sold two books already but for some reason, Amazon and Half.com only distribute your money ever 14-21 days. Ain't that some bullshit? It's like waiting on a paycheck, dammit!

E. PECO fucked up our bills so now this month, we're paying for two months even tho we paid them last month but they say that was just an "estimate" - what type of shit is this (in my Bernie Mac voice)??

F. I cleaned out my closet and came to a harsh but real conclusion: Hi. My name is Whitney and I'm addicted to Nike's. I found shoes that have never even touched the ground but for some reason, I couldn't part with them.

G. My roommates are like completely in love with my fried chicken, I think something is wrong with them. It's like a crack addiction, really. To me, it's just fried chicken... to them, it's like the Holy Grail. Sheesh. Maybe I'll make you some, oneday.

H. I actually didn't know what letter came after G, I had to sing the song. Payce!

Happy Memorial Day


to those at home (in MD) enjoying this beautiful day with everyone they love just know that I'm loving and missing you too.

i have the day off and i still don't plan on doing much. my bestie and matty have to work so i'm the only loser enjoying Memorial Day.

secondly, to anyone from the beautiful DMV area - you should head over to Haines Point and relax on the mini-golf course, then grab some fresh steamed crabs from the Warf on the waterfront (or hit up Phillips), and then chillax.
http://www.history.com/images/states/images/maryland/maryland-state-main.jpg

[thinks to self] damn i want some crabs

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on another note::
some people give up meat; some soda and chocolate, me... i'm giving up H.I.M.

Another Milestone...


"Without discipline, he
has no understanding or
inner power; without inner
power, he has no peace; and
without peace where is joy?"
Bhagavad Gita 2:66

I did it. And yes it was a painful b*tch, but it means something to me. I love it.

There is Never An End. Only Beginnings.

Today marks the end of the semester, officially! WHOOHOO. And I think I'm beat beyond recognition, literally and figurative. With the end to every chapter there is going to be drama, happiness, heartache, passion and pain... I mean sheesh, that's what makes for a good story. My life wasn't any exception.

I loved. I laughed. I lost.

My heart went through the most dramatic change; I learned to be more open to the people around me and their feelings. I've always been private and distant, for fear that one day my flaws would be on public display (ironic huh??) but I met people that proved me wrong. I met someone who appreciated my flaws and loved me regardless; my best friend.

My mind had a growth spurt too! Because I grew emotionally, I needed to grown intellectually. I trusted and allowed myself to be trusted. I made mistakes but the key to my growth was, admitting my mistakes and learning from them. I purged myself of all the negative people I had in my life; the people who called themselves "friends". I kept a select group close to my heart but one person in particular... Man, (thinks about it) this person could finish my sentences without me even taking a breath. He could read my thoughts as if they were registering in his brain. He could sense my every emotion and act accordingly. He never offered me a lot but what I got, was more than enough. Even though shit aint always rainbows and butterflies with us, he has a hold on my heart. Oh and did I mention, he makes the best bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup ever; my (ex) pseudo.

With all this growth, something had to come up short! Yeah. Finally, after years of wondering and speculating... I did it. I cut my hair. I remember the first time Matty saw it, he said I looked like a boy! I cut my hair for various reasons. I just wanted something new. I wanted to leave all the bad things, that had been attached to the ends of my hair, in the past. I wanted a fresh start; a 'do over'. I didn't want to be someone else, I wanted to be me. A more independent me. A mature me. A wise me. Despite what Matty said, I like it... it has grown on me.

I also made some pretty grown up leaps and bounds. Me and Doodle moved out of the dorms and got us a nice little spot in the middle of Fishtown. Yeah, it's nice and all. Marble floors in the kitchen and toothpaste blue walls in the bedrooms - but it came with grown women responsibilities. BILLS. Luckily for us, we lucked out and didn't have to pay PECO for 5 months and Comcast ain't no biggie... I mean, we gotta have our cable and internet (the phone is wack). But we made ourselves a nice little home and I'm proud that we stepped out and did it on our own, even tho we messed up along the way and moms and pops had to come bail us out (not of jail) but we did it.

Lastly, my hopes for this summer and my next go round at Temple. There are so many things that I would do differently but more things that I would do the same. I love the people that I keep around me and that will never change (unless Doodle steals money from me or something, even though I owe her!). My relationships with the opposite sex will def see a major change, well they've already seen a major change. I'm going to try to love with an open heart and a closed mind (don't worry, I'll kick that knowledge to you at a later date). I'm going to smile even if there is nothing to smile about. I'm going to laugh when ever I feel like laughing. And I'm going to tell everyone just how I'm feeling, at the exact moment that I'm feeling it. I'm def going to go at my studies a little harder because clearly I've been doing just enough to get by, which is NOT my best by a long shot. I'm going to do some more soul searching and do some more growing and hopefully by this time next year, you'll be hearing me sing a different tune. Oh and fresh2defsheis.com may have a little growing to do too....

Appreciation is given to those who have influenced my life; good or bad.

And I'm out!

Hey You!... Yes you. Come here.

I have something to tell you (whispering)...
You're probably the only person who knows how much I stan for John Mayer and you're probably the only person that I (unknowingly) made you hate John Mayer and for that, I apologize. But I have a peace offering:




I swear to anyone who is reading this! I play this man every night before I go to bed, it's just something about falling asleep to John Mayer that settles my mind. But you know what's even better??

HIM turning the lights off, kissing me on the cheek, crawling into the bed with me, wrapping HIS arms around my waist, pulling me close to HIM, and then HE whispers 'goodnight' in my ear. (yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic but it could happen)

Ugh!

(click for larger image)

Yea so. It's supposed to be rainy for the next 6 days! What am I supposed to do? The rain makes everything that stink, stink more; everything that hurts, hurts more; and everything that irritates you, is even more annoying! It's safe to say that I hate the rain.

I always get in these shitty-ass stank moods when its raining because if there is precipitation outside that means - someone's parade is getting rained on! I feel bad too because I tend to just shit on everyone when I'm down - those closest to me get it worse tho.

Oh check this. So I got out of the car this morning and I slammed the door (not really knowing that I slammed it, it's just kinda a habit) well Tanisha then texts me some craziness that I didn't get until I was already in class. Peep this:
Tanisha:: i know you're in a shitty mood & all but i'm gonna kindly ask you to stop fucking slamming my car door. cause you don't HAVE to ride in it. you proved yesterda.... (the txt was cut off because it was too long and i never got the rest)
Me:: Yessa Massa Boss (LMAO)
I found my response so funny. I like when she tries to talk tough through a text message, I bet this conversation would have went a lot better had she have just said it to my face - I mean, we are in the same Music class! Duh. I love not taking people seriously, it makes me happy on the inside.

Anywho. For those of you enduring this damned terrible weather. Be prepared for a lot of shit to just piss you the fuck off for no reason.

Help Me!




It has come to my attention that I smoked three black & mild's in a matter of 30minutes, is that a problem? I think there were some things that I needed to release with that smoke from my lungs, but it didn't make me feel 10 pounds lighter... just smell like a black, which was something I just couldn't get out of my clothes.

But does that make me a smoker? I mean really. They weren't laced with any Mary J or anything, just pure black & mild, on the rocks - hold the lime. I never thought that life could be so bad that I'm taking up smoking (something that I never wanted to do). I've seen lung cancer rip apart families and then I look at myself and it's just something that I don't like, but I can't figure out what it is.



The two vices that I just can't give up right now would be smoking and drinking. I just may drink myself into a stupor, just to get through the night.



You stay classy San Diego.


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I'm sorry for these ramblings. I think I'm drunk-typing (similar to drunk dialing except on blogger, lmao). Forgive me. I'll go back to regular posting on Sunday (maybe).

I Didn't Mean To....

Indirectly this post is a response to another post that I think was cheap shot at me. So, in a last attempt to salvage something that I'm probably going to regret for the rest of my life - I came across this::

http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l47/jgobert/Cover.jpg

A while back I posted a link to this very talented chick named Jazzy! Now, I've been in love with this chick for a min and her album is in constant rotation. However, as I'm listening to it on this fine Thursday morning a song played that just made my eyes water with tears and I couldn't help but take advantage of her words.

The song is called IF. And the hook goes a lil sumptin like this:

"If you take me back, I promise I'll be true.
I have no right to last but I don't wanna lose you.
If you take me back, give me one more chance.
I promise I'll be true.
I'll make things right again."

For some reason this song hits home. Please just listen and consider the latter, please.

But I'm not for putting all my bidness in the streets. So just listen and consider.


Let Me Tell You About My Best Friend

Ok there is a method to my madness. So my BEST FRIEND posted something about me on her blog and I wanted to share it with you. Here is her post::

I’m pretty sure I have one of THE best friends anyone could ever ask for. I think she gets me more than anyone else - even me. It’s cool to have someone who loves and cares about you even though they’re not obligated, like family. She helps me out a whole lot, even though I don’t always see it. I complain about her or stuff she makes me do sometimes, but she’s helped me grow into a better person. We’ve been through so much in such a short time and we’ve had some pretty good times. I wish I could tell her all of this and let her know what an amazing person I think she is, but she’d probably just give me a weird look and walk away. She’s going through some pretty heavy shit right now, and I wish more than anything that I could make it just a little better. However, love isn’t one of my strongest subjects so… I’m hoping everything works out for her cause I like to see her happy.

AND…

If you happen to see this Whitney, I love you son! Everything’s gonna be all right.

and no homo, by the way.


And because she is such a great person, I have to dedicate this one to her!
(yeah I was out of it)
No matter what I'm going through or how many mood swings I have, she is always there for me. She makes me laugh even though she can offer no valid advice for my life, I still love her and value her opinion more than most peoples. She is a kid at heart and I love that about her because she never lets the perils of life get her down, sometimes I envy that about her. I wish I had a carefree spirit and could wear a smile all the time. Although, I've seen her without a smile on and I think that's what makes me laugh the most. I never take her seriously and yet I always end up doing exactly what she says (but I'll never admit that to her).

(that was our Chris Francis face...stamped)
When every one else in the world had seemingly turned their back on me, she was there to help me pick up the pieces. She supports my every action, no matter how stupid or dumb it is and then when everything falls apart, she spares me the "I told you so" and instead just helps me along the way. I trust her more than I probably trust anyone else (including family, my mom is a shark!) I tell her every aspect of my life (even things she's rather not hear). I love her for just being my shoulder to lean on, for being my sunshine after the rain.

(this is really how we act)
With everything that has gone down these past couple of weeks, she has offered to beat people up, cuss people out, and even sit outside of Mr. Francis' house and beg him to be in love with me again (sorry, but it's true). All of these things are nice gestures but I made the decisions I made, and I have to deal with the consequences.
(she's so goofy)
I must say, that I couldn't have asked for a better best friend. I think she fell out of heaven and she is here to make sure that I'm okay. Sometimes I take her for granted and treat her like an evil stepsister, but honestly she is more of a sister to me and my (other) sister.

(we all had wayy too much to drink, great night tho)
Her and my brother are two of the greatest people that I know. I love them both unconditionally. She listens without judgment. She loves without hesitation. She cares without a doubt. I love her, what more can I say. I think she is the only chick that I could spend weeks, months and years with straight and not want to kill myself (sometimes I want to kill her, but only when she doesn't clean up her share of the house). I couldn't begin to tell you how much I love this girl but one day when I'm dead, I will still want her to know how much of an impact she has made on my life. (I'm tearing up) People always say, college is where you make life-long friends well, I'm glad that I met her. And if she is the only friend that I ever have, I consider myself lucky to even be in her presence.

I LOVE YOU DOODLE
(no homo)



--ps:: this doesn't mean that you don't have to do your share of the chores, so ummm yeah - get on that!

Music is my Cocaine. I'm a junky.

I was going through some old cds I had and importing them into my itunes and I ran across the old All For You - Janet album.

Oh yeah, there is a point. So I remembered from the All For You Tour when she went to Hawaii she brought this guy on stage and strapped him into some contraption, and well::



And that was shown on HBO because I think that's how I saw it. Now, maybe I shouldn't have been watching HBO at that age but I'm pretty sure I was like 13 or 14 (give or take a few) and I've been in love with that song ever since. A def must have for you "Gettin Freaky Between The Sheets" playlist.



Then I came across an old, but not so old, Ginuwine LP and what did I find?



That video had so many beautiful models in it and not to mention, miss GOT DAMN herself; Kimora. I was so in love with the remix to this song it just made me want to put on my best pair of jeans a strut around in front of my man.


the last verse is DUMBcrazy!

I swear, it's funny what a lonely night and massive amounts of music can bring to the forefront. I have this strange connection with music; it's like each song, album and artist can transport me to the very same place and time when I heard the album or artist or song for the first time. I can see vivid pictures of what was going on, who I was with, I can even still smell the air. It's weird and I know I'm not the only one who shares this connection, or maybe I am.

Anywho, I'm still importing old cds and I found another classic. Brian McKnight is the greatest love song writer - EVER. Hands down. Before NeYo and Brian Michael Cox, Brian McKnight was doing it and he was doing it better. I remember when I was really young (proally like 3rd grade) a friend of mine got hit by a car while we were walking to 7-11, and she died. And all I could remember about that day was this song that was playing on the radio at the exact same time. It's weird how kids block out bad thing like death but yet, I was able to remember this song and the car that hit her vividly.



...thats all I have today folks, I'm getting a lil emotional over here.

Death is on The Tip of her Tongue


Bear with me here....

I've been listening to A LOT of The Cool lately (I do mean, a lot) and I have been so infatuated with his characters. The one that sparks my interest is actually The Streets, I think she is really misunderstood and taken for granted.

The Streets has been around for a while and she is no stranger to the world. She has taken countless men and women under her wing and literally turned this lives upside down. She is tempting and alluring; sexy with a excellent sense of humor; mischievous and sneaking; but for some reason people are attracted to her beauty.

She can get you what you want, when you want it - it just depends on if your willing to pay the price. And what's the price you say? Your life. Once you give in to The Streets, she holds a grip on you and there is only one way out. Some people have escaped from her grasp but any others that have fallen to her grace are left with only a tattoo of their name on her chest.

The Streets is a permanent fixture in this world so get used to her, but don't get to close to her.

Because The Streets Are on Fire!




"and danger is at the tip of her fingers"


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.....um, I used to write a lot. about different things, different topics but I love to write. so I came across a few things that I've written in the past and thought to share them.

now I'm not a poet or anything. I just like to express myself through words. and like most writers, I'm sensitive about my sh*t! (lol, thanks Ms. Badu).

aight so I wrote something, wanna here it? here it go::

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[currently listening to] Mind Power, A Tribe Called Quest - "Beats, Rhyme & Life"

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little girl lost
i'm trapped in my insecurities
not able to free myself
but more likely to fear myself
tied down with pride
and silenced by guilt
afraid of anger
tearing down the walls i've built
not letting the victim i became
determine the life i lead
emotionally defective
next to the one i'm on the shelf with
waiting for my turn
inhale.
i'll set the world on fire
hand me a match
give them a show
something they wont forget
exhale.
i'm calm
most likely to drift away
catch a ride on a song
travel the world
only to return home
remembering nothing changed
the little boy i grew up with
is still the same
and the one i notice
doesn't know my name
tied down with pride
and silenced by guilt
afraid of anger
tearing down the walls i've built
i've spent countless hours
filling countless pages
with heartfelt words
sometimes out of rage
comes happiness
someday
i'll feel what i felt
when i first saw him
when i first touched his hands
inhale.
breathe life from me
take flight from me
and when you get tired
come back to me
with my flaws laid out
for all to see
a rough beat
below a smooth melody
no need to fall in love with hip hop
because hip hop is me
exhale.




"We are hip-hop, we preserve it, we protect it and
we are the ones who are doing it, and we are not
criminals. In fact, we are scholars, we are philosophers,
we are priests, we are ministers, we are activists."
-KRS-ONE