I haven't posted in almost two months. It's because I don't really care anymore. So here is an non proofread rundown.

I just wanted to say that I saw my first chipmunk today. I've never seen one in my life. I tell you it was so adorable.

School is hectic and I haven't seen a dime of loan money.

John Legend is coming.

Halloween is coming.

DC is coming

Thanksgiving is coming.

Christmas is coming.

I took a ride from a stranger today. The tropical storm is coming through the area today and I was waiting at the bus stop to go to school.

I saw a crackhead couple this morning on my way to school. They were all cute and hugged up on the bus. However, the woman had white powder on her chest. She didn't look like she could afford cocaine so I'll just go with talc.

So finally an update. As usual it comes from having an interesting story. So yesterday I finally decided to get my entire house organized. So I started putting together my office chair. As soon as I attempted to put my first wheel on, it slipped and I busted my finger open.

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?

My friend told me that my blog is lonely. Honestly these blogs have been quite personal. Most of them dealing with relationships and the like. I'm just chillin' for the summer. Also my real and online lives have become so mixed up that i would hate for most of these people to get inside my head.

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!

Video Killed the Radio Star

I'm so glad that there isn't a CD player in my car. I wasn't at first until I found out that I can use my Ipod through the radio. This means that no one can come into my car asking me to play thier cousin's new mixtape. Whatever is on my Ipod is what's on the menu.

The Ipod is doubly great. I was listening to NPR all of the time because Clear Channel and Radio One really suck. NPR is informational but I need not keep up with every detail about the war.

Earl "The Curl" Miller

He was the guy that every girl wanted but I was taken and never really paid much attention to him. Smooth skin, nice round bald head, and amazing eyes. All the girls swooned over his eyes but I was into his smooth bald head. He only attended the school his senior year and graduated a year before I did.

Senior year came and I am suddenly single. Earl's friend Craig was the DJ for a school dance and he brought Earl with him. Earl had moved down to San Diego after graduation. So we are just shooting the shit or whatever. We all go out to lunch and when lunch is over, we head to the record shop. Right before we walk into the door Craig says , "You have to pretend like you are one our girlfriends." I look around grab Earl's hand and walk into the store. We wen to buy the 12 inch of Groove Theory's "Tell Me". I give Earl a ride home and there is an awkward moment when Earl and I realize that we are feeling each other but we don't act on it.

Valentines/Black Celebration rolls around and he is back on campus. I see Craig and he says "Earl is looking for you." I didn't really know why. So he come to the Valentine's dance and he is there with his ex girlfriend Lorena who just couldn't be happy with her Mexican heritage and wanted to be black very badly. I see him we dance shoot the shit and that's it.

Sunday morning rolls around and my mom is like "Some guy name Earl called you." "Mom, what did you tell him?" "I told him to call you back." I'm trying to figure out how he got my number. So I wait and try to play it cool. I mean Earl they guy every girl wanted was trying to talk to the kid. I sat and tried to figure out who would have given him the number.

He calls back and asks me to the prom. I'm like cool that is settled and I got a really good looking one at that. So word gets out that I am going to the prom with Earl. No one could be believe it. I guess I wasn't popular enough and/or pretty enough to pull Earl. They were also shocked that he would come up from San Diego for me. So then I started to figure out that Earl had messed with quite a few girls. Chicks I didn't know was coming up to me like, "Tell that nigga earl to give me the ring my momma gave me." "Ask him if he still has that picture cuz I want it back."

So three months passed of girl making complete fools of themselves for me. We used to talk on the phone as he rang up customers at Target. I thought that was sweet. Prom day comes and my sister goes to pick him up from Craig's house because I was driving to Prom. He come in the door and I am trying to figure out who he is. He has the worst s-curl that I had ever seen. It didn't turn into greasy nap balls but it was more Little Richardesque. I was very upset because my fine ass prom date had and s-curl. I was almost brought to tears but I remember that I was going to prom with Earl Miller and that I was the most hated girl in school. It's fun being hated.

Giving Back

Yesterday I went that God awful place Chipotle. I don't know why I keep going there but I do. So as I wait in line there is a black and a white guy in front of me. They are having a conversation and the black guy is trying to explain the greatness of Rep. J.C. Watts. So as he is talking he is explaing to the white guy how it is imparative that black people give back to the community. So they get up the front of the line and it became painfully obvious that the black guy had never been to Chipotle before. He was confused and it became a big spectical as he salivated over which items he could put in his burrito shell.

Meanwhile he begins to scratch intensely. He starts off slowly but it gets so bad he begins to expose his back. From there I can see the massive chalk lines he is creating upon his back. I pictured ashy flakes flying from his back over the glass into the barbacoa. After all of the commotion I finally got my food and sat down. I was concerned for this brother. So I began to write on a napkin "you wouldn't be scratching if you used lotion. go home immediately and have your girlfriend/wife lotion you up." I wanted to at least assume that he was with someone. I was trying to give back the community. I started to give it to him but then I remember he was with yt. I couldn't let him go out like that in front of yt, even if he had the ape scratch down.

Confessions of a Reality TV Junkie

I'm the nosiest person you will ever meet. I am very intriqued by the world around me so I am always well, observing things. So when the Real World first appeared on television it was the perfect drug for me. Since then I've watched just about everything. I was pretty loyal to all the MTV shows since they were the originators.

This season I decided that I didn't really need reality TV anymore. As much as I enjoy it I decided to give it a rest. However, I am privy to a message board recaps of everything that happens. Just as if I watched it myself.

I'm coming off of the high that it gave me. I craved the drama. I am trying to quell my drama queen tendencies. So watching the masters of drama surely wouldn't help me, right? I have not missed it at all. Yet I yearn to be able to chat around the water cooler.

I just clicked on a Making The Band 3 post on a message board. I quickly became engrossed and then I realized that it was time for a confession. I had to close that post immediately.

Now that I think about it, that messageboard is like it's own little reality TV spin off. Will I ever get off the crack?

On my way home on the Green line last night round about 9:30 I get to Gallery Place and the lights go off and the train shuts down. Next thing I know I see everyone run down the the platform towards the front of the train uncluding 7 metro police officers.
"Attention Customers we will be holding here because of a police situation."

I sit on the train for about 5 minutes and then get off to try and take the long way home on the Red Line. As I am going up the escalator the train comes back on so I run the escaltor and run back down on the otherside. I barely escape death by chime with the doors.

So cool we gonna get going. We ride into the tunnell and the train stops. So I notice that there are 6 or so Metro police officers in the car in front of me. They open up one of the doors and hop off. So we sit there for another few minutes.

So passengers are restless and one in particular. Big Black African Bernie Mac. He's got on a red, white and blue Knicks cap and the rest of the fit to match with dark sun glasses. He sounds just like the "Suck you Muthasucka" dude from Comic View.

"Dammit, fuck you muthafuckin' police situation. I got to get home to my lady." He says this about 3 times. It just so happens that he is sitting right next to the intercom button. He presses it and begins to shout into it.

"Fuck your police situation. I got to get home and make love to my lady."
"Sir we are having an emergency and this is not the time."

The intercom light goes off and he continues to complain. He presses the intercom like 8 more times but she continually cuts it off. We eventually start moving and the old man next to me starts talking to me but he smells of coffee, cigarettes, and day old crotch. I'm thinking I have only 2.5 stops to go. There was .5 due to the fact that we are still in the tunnel. We eventually start moving again and I figure things are all good.

I get to my stop and stand up so I am much closer to Big Black African Bernie Mac's colorful ass. So I notice that he is talking to this girl that is sitting in front of him. I hear her say "I'm in highschool." He says, "You mean like like senior highschool," he pauses. "Well that's not like too young you at least eighteen isn't you ?"

I gave her a look of horror and proceeded to take my tired as home.

I got into Columbia in their Master's of Public Health Program. I am so excited and I am seriously considering a move to New York.

I'm a lunatic.
I'm a drainer.
I'm intense.
I'm needy.
I'm dramatic.
I'm an intense feeler.
I'm fixaited.

The first step is identifing the problem they say. I did that years ago so why can't I stop the cycle. Maybe I get off by staying on the merry go round?

Happy Valentines Day!

Belated but the sentiment is the same. I like holidays because it's fun to give and think about positive things. So I am single but oddly I had two engagements this weekend. Friday lunch with an acquaintance that went well. I would call him a friend but I hesitate on using that term so loosely theses days. He is really cool people though. Saturday lunch again with someone I barely knew but it was cool to get to know yet another person in the city. I got some cute gifts too.

May 2004
I can't wait until I get back to Cali. There are some things I need to come to terms with back there. So after two days of sub par Mexican El Cholos is really, really, really, calling me. I can't wait to eat my ass off in LA. There are so many gems that I miss. Johnny's Pastrami, Phillips BBQ, Koo Koo Roo, M&M's soul food, Fatburger, In and Out. I am fully prepared to gain 10lbs.

I've Been Summoned

So many people have told me I should write again. Really, I have a lot to say but I'm too lazy to write it down. Now that someone who I didn't even think knew anything about my blog (I see you Celeste) or my online banter, asked me to update so I figured I would do so.

There are lots of deep, personal, and long winded things I could say but let's stick with minor musings. This is DC Adventures right?

I saw what appeared to be a 7 year old attempting to do the newspaper crossword puzzles.

W. Ellington Felton and Raheem Davaughn are quite the comedy duo. However, they aren't comedians, they are singers. O how I don't quite get Urban Ave 31 but the Street Experience Mixtape is on constant rotation.

As the true shopping diva I am. I returned to my throne. So the woman accidentally under charged me for my new pair of Lucky Brand Jeans. I knew it wasn't meant for me to pay that much for a pair of jeans.

Some people are only fun when you drunk with them.

I'm walking the streets to train for the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. So I am sure that I will have lots to say.