Monday, August 30, 2004
Friday, August 27, 2004
Thursday, August 26, 2004
So I go knock on the neighbor's door because I'm really bleeding and I need a BandAid. So I go over there and he answers. He looks for a BandAid and finds me one. We talked before but he asks if I want to talk more then. So I go in and sit down and we chat. Come to find out that he is also from California, Oakland to be exact. He then tells me that his sixteen year old brother loves the way my food smells. Last week he was home alone and he really wanted to come and knock on the door and ask from some. He refrained from doing so.
So we talked abut families and school. Apparently he is a Sociology PhD student, poet, Christian and Chaplin who curses. So then by the end he asked me if I wanted to go with him next week to see Sting and Annie Lennox. I'm like okay this cool. I'm going offer to pay for my ticket to make it sure that it's not a date. Not that I have delusions of grandeur, but I'm assuming it's friendly but I suffer from "Duh he likes you but you aren't paying attention" Disorder. I've had the affliction for quite sometime. I've learned to cover my tracks just in case.
So then his brother comes home from football practice. He tells me how much he loves the smell of my cooking. So I gather that they don't cook much. So his brother is taking care of him because their mom wanted to move and that his older brother, 19 years older, was able to handle him. The kid is a former drop out and since he has been living with his brother has done a complete turn around. They are half brothers as the young one is gorgeous and the other one is not to my liking.
So then the little brother decides to come over and help me fix the chair. He spends like 30 mins doing it graciously. Next he then tells me that he knows how to get me free cable. So let's take inventory: A BandAid, concert, chair, and cable. I can also use their microwave if I really need to. I see this is going to be a great neighborly relationship. There aren't that many blacks over here so we have to stick together. See what a little clumsiness can do for you?
Sunday, August 01, 2004
A quick rundown:
My Ipod is broken and now it looks like I will have to sell it and its accessories on eBay. I've never done that and I will let you know how it goes. Hopefully I don't become addicted.
I was chased down the street by a man who called me Angie Stone and demanded that I sing for him.
I have two weeks off before I leave for Chapel Hill and I have no idea what I am going to do with myself. Other than pack that is.
I went to Philly for a BBQ and I left because "They weren't crunk enough." I went to a fourth of July BBQ and was demanding they play crunk music. I went to a club Friday and was wondering when the DJ was going to play his crunk set. When did I become crunk? I've been shaking it like a salt shaker so long that I forgot to dance. My two step was off. I forgot what choreography was. I no longer want to be Britney Spears I want to dance for the latest Lil' Jon remix. Yeeeaaaahhhh!