I KNOW!

i've been keeping up with the series don't worry.. i've just been so busy and haven't had time to post any of it.. don't worry it's coming.. not yet though i'm too fucking tired.

this weekend was insane.

NEW SERIES?

well.. kinda. i'm going to fully document (picture-wise) life through out the next seven days. starting tomorrow, so friday to friday. i realized looking through old blog posts, how much my days have changed, and it was nice looking back.. plus yall can't possibly know me enough.. let's get to steppin. i'll try and make each post every day.. but if not, i'll post the following day.. i mean it's the weekend, we're probably gonna get buck wild and shit.. but yo, with birthdays, good music, edmonton to winnipeg, and wale this week.. you're in for a fucking treat. i'll take 20 pics per day, that's my word. 20. if i'm under, i'll make up for it with more pics the following day. cool?! til then, i added some new songs to the playlist.. i'm in a hard hitting kind of mood today.. doesn't it just make you wanna throw some sexy ass lip stick on, punch somebody in the face then put a cigarette out hard on the cement?! yeah i thought so.. enjoy that shit.. i know there's some random hip hop shit like mc lyte in there, but i'm just fucking random like that. i'm so excited that tomorrow is friday you have no idea. this week was brutal.. my moods were fucking wackness and the work load was un-ending. i plan to go to class on monday and i work all week, so it's mandatory we go fucking crazy this weekend. i'm ready to let the work load off with a beer or two .. or five. i try not to strangle people and tend to try and release my madness with screaming at the top of my lungs in crowded areas. so come out, it's bound to be fucking awesome. rage. fucking rage. i haven't been out in awhile so fuck it.. let's spill some beer on some sluts!

TRUE LIFE; BOTCH.
see you tomorrow you stupid mutha suckahs.

I'M EX HAUSTED..

who knew a day of no school and work could make you so tired!?? i went out for lunch with my mom, then i came home.. i cleaned my cat's litter box, cleaned that area, washed my dog's bedding, mopped my kitchen and laundry room, did the dishes *takes breath* ANDDD i also had time to throw out 6 bags of garbage. hahaha.. 6 bags of worthless junk to say peace to. i'm now about to grab myself starbucks.. bitches what do you know about that chai latte.. then i'm gonna watch valentine's day. my hair is so wack right now.. i need a haircut.. living without your parents is so tiring. if you live with your parents, STAY. stay as long as you can!! cooking meals and cleaning is lame. work and school in between is bull shit. my mom blatantly stated she doesn't want me taking journalism anymore. i vouched to take something in the medical field to get my money up as long as i'm allowed to take journalism afterward. which i guess is fine.. what's wrong with more school!? "being a writer at first is hard, you're not going to make that much money." but mom my writings have been viewed 30,000 times, does that count for something?! it's whatever, i see her view. she wants me to have a back up..i myself have never wanted a back up nor thought about a back up.. but she convinced me. it's the smarter way to go about things.. i'm not saying goodbye to the dream, i'm saying hold on for a second.. lemme get my money up and then i'm heading straight to building up my portfolio.. anyone interested in a freelance writer who cusses a lot?! get at me.

IT'S BEEN 22 YEARS..

.. and you're finally starting to open up to me. i've waited for this for so long, i just.. i just didn't know it would hurt so bad.. that's worded wrong.. what i'm trying to get at is that i let you in on everything, and no matter how bad things get, i want you to let me in on everything. i got you, forever.

stay up, head strong, and no crying.
crying is for pussies.

BUSY.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, VALENTINE'S BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY.. happy birthday scarborough.

DUDE..

so my second time seeing raekwon was a lot better. the crowd was wack though. tell me how people representing hip hop could not pronounce shaolin.. TELL ME HOW, the girl who corrected the girl on pronunciation of "shaolin" also said it wrong. i didn't know there were so many wrong ways to say shaolin. also, whilst outside for a cigarette, a dude says to bianca and i, "yall are probably just here with your boyfriends huh?!". I WANT TO MAKE THIS STRAIGHT. GIRLS CAN LIKE HIP HOP TOO. i won't front, he apologized, saying that "most girls don't like this kind of shit". well, i'm not most girls.
on with the show. opening performances did nothing for me.. the first people weren't hype enough and the second were too hype.. not to say they weren't good, they just didn't have a fan base.. like most opening acts. so it was the typical, no one really paying attention until someone yelled "free shit", and some hands went up in the air. they did their thing, and they did it well, but mic levels were off and it was hard to understand what they were saying. i did appreciate that one song about money though, it had some legit lines. i was at the front of the stage, and stepped in front of a few people to get there. they called me a bastard, but during the show, they just stood there. so eat me bitches, i'm here for the hip hop, not to stand and watch.. i need to feel that shit.
opening dj was alright, he played strictly west coast rap which was cool.. except for the most part he played like cruising type shit so i felt it made the crowd a little more slow than it could have been. maybe like 2 classic warren g joints.. and then like 15 chill songs.
raekwon came on hella late, it was about 1am when he hit the stage. started off with cream, and it was legit. his energy was whylin, and he covered the entire stage as well as communicated with the crowd.. a lot. he talked to us a lot, and i appreciate that. this show was really intimate, and you got the vibe. he transferred back and forth between classics to cuban 2. it'd be a 94 song, OB4CL2, and then like a 96 song and back to recent shit.. he didn't seem to have a set either.. he just let the dj pick songs which was cool to me cuz it was kind of whatever the crowd wanted.. he finished prompt, but returned with wu tang clan aint nothin to f wit for an encore. after being bombarded with "streetz" stickers and dirty looks, i didn't give a fuck. da chef tore it up.
there was also a dude wearing a chef hat with a wu tang symbol on it, which pretty much made the night for me.. that shit was epic. overall, great show, and i'd give it a 8 out of 10.

i'm headed to mardi gras tonight with my sister. it's also alex's birthday at midnight so if you see him, buy him a shot..!! i finally charged my camera so i'll be able to take pictures tonight.. i know right. botch without her camera for almost a month now.. thas some shit.

i wanna say hip hop is doing big things.. and so is tonight. let's fucking rage.. bitch.