Drake and Trey Songz Music Fab
Soooo, Drake and Trey Songz...I'm officially in love. So Hot!!!
I'm Going In...Celebrity Status
It has been a minute, but I'm back with a few things that must be said...
I think Kanye said it best, "It's always gone be haters that's just what it is hater b*tches marry hater n*ggas and have hater kids." It so pathetic that people are so bored and dissatisfied with their own lives that they want to project their unhappiness on others. Reaching celebrity status brings so much attention...
Just a few things I have learned:
People will always feel some type of way about who you are and what you do.
Most of the time these people just want to be you.
Misery loves company.
If you devote energy and time to these haters you will get sucked into their horrible cycle.
Someone so wise once said that haters can't stand to see someone doing better in life so it's understandable that people would come at you while your making moves. Crabs in a barrel...You are doing what they want to do and what they can't do, and their inability to get on your level is the source of so much jealousy.
So if people wanna talk, let them. If they wanna be mad, give them even more reason because haters are the ultimate sign of success, and their tools are the lies they make up just to feel a little better about their plight. I personally think its hilarious. Some of y'all haters should really look into creative writing because you could be making money from all of the outlandish stories you make up on the regular. It's crazy to think that people devote so much time to what somebody else is doing. Just think if you took half of that energy and focused on you, you could definitely upgrade yourself...I'm just saying.
Some Type of Love
I feel vulnerable and I hate vulnerable. I need the unexplainable, unquestionable love. Love that makes you feel you're the only one he's ever needed and the only one he ever will. Love that matters. Love that keeps his eyes from wondering every five seconds, and love that keeps me from feeling like I need to follow those eyes. The love that makes me secure. I need the love that's a constant reminder that I'm all you need. I want the love that makes me the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning and the last thing you can conceive when you close your eyes at night. I even want the kind of love that puts me in the center of every single dream. I want the love that hopes, the love that believes, the love that is patient and kind. That 1st Corinthians, biblical type of love. A love that doesn't question the inexplicable but embraces the unknown. Love that doesn't hurt, well the good hurt I don't mind, but the love that seeks perfection. Love that understands, that's mature, can comprehend emotions, knows my worth, and values every moment we share together. Love that doesn't take me for granted and in turn makes me never want to do the same. Love that cannot even conceive the notion of failure. But I'm starting to wonder if it really exists...
Flowers
Dear Love,
I got flowers today and I wished they were from you, but I knew in my heart that they weren't. I know that it will never be the same, and it's all my fault. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, I can't go back. I know I'm indeceive, but I thought you would understand. I took your kindness for weakness, and the result was deadly. Without you I'm misrebale, but I'm resigned to what life might bring. I'm owning my shit. Penance done and penance more to do, but I'm human and it hurts. When I think of you, what cold have been, what should have been I want to scream. A burning rises in my chest because I know what I gave up. But now you push me away, your words and your actions conflict. You love what you've found, but you love me too and the two just can't co-exist. You can't see it, but the constant pushing causes the distance becomes more unbearable. The chasm widens. I can't even see the other side, and now I need you the most. Yes, I said need. I realize who you are and what were and could have been to me and I'm sorry, but I know it's not enough.
Ankle Grabbers and Bus Stop Bust Downs
I couldn't make this ish up....
So the year has begun and it is time to write because I'm feeling some type of way once again. Self-respect. Couth. Dignity. Class. Refinement. The George Washington University has gone crazy, and everyone I've encountered seemingly possess none of the above. For a moment in time I though we as a people had made a change. I thought we had embodied progress. I thought we were moving beyond our days of tom foolery and foolywang material, but I have never been more wrong. Like they say, assumptions will make an ass of you. Throughout the past few weeks I have never been more embarassed. Walking into a campus party to see freshman girls bent over touching the floor, giving lap dances in the doorway, and participating in illict activites that will definately assist in the contrating of numerous STD's makes my stomach turn. Are we kidding? Is that really how you want to present yourself, especially in the first month of school? Not that I'm the authority on prim and propper behavior BUT I have a little good sense unlike some people who choose to have all their encounters and rendezvous documented on Facebook. Let's be serious. Do you really think that's appropriate? Is that really how you want to be etched into people's memories?? Do you realize that you are the smut that will let anybody get it and the bust down that doesn't care who knows? I'm honestly appalled. As women we need to do better, and I thought coming to GW would be a step in that direction but Hov said it best, "You can pay for school but you can't buy class." As the days turn into weeks we, collectivly must sit and reevaluate our goals, values, and ambitions. If our behaviors don't correspond with people that we are trying to become something has got to give. Loving ourselves is the first step. Knowing yourself worth is number two. If we don't love ourselves and understand our self worth we will constantly allow men (and I use that term loosely) to objectify and take advanage of us. Instead of allowing ourselves to be torn down and used for some lackluster athletes instant gratification how about we build up our minds, boo love with Gelman, and get this education. After all, isn't that the reason we're here?Collectively, as a people, we MUST, MUST, MUST do BETTER!!! It is no longer an option but a necessity.
Music Fab
I can't even hate. I am L-O-V-E loving this Danity Kane "Bad Girl", so my theme song right now. And the video is HOTTTT! and I see Diddy is still shamelessly plugging that damn Ciroc, but I'm not gone front on that either. By all means...get ya money. So Fab right now!
Soooo Not Fab Moment of the Week
So this past weekend I took a little visit to Atlanta, GA. The culture there was interesting to say the least. Southern, very southern. Well while frequenting an establishment I discovered this shirt and it struck a nerve with me. This is the physical embodiment of everything that we shouldn't be as a people. Everything most of us have been fighting so hard to rise above. Foolywang like this is no bueno and it has to stop.
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