Saturday, December 03, 2005

Random Post Finishes My Night

Oh wait...there's more. This, I had to write about because I love websites like Xuqa, Facebook and My Space. I was reading a Xuqa blog that said nice girls finish last and listed off things that "nice girls" would like and how nice girls are overlooked. And ain't that the pot calling the kettle black! Fuck that shit, see this is why I'm depressed because all I ever wanted was someone to call my own, someone I can hang out with, share a moment with, bring around my friends and family without having to worry about her being an idiot or acting like a total hoesbag. I'd love to find that girl, it drives me INSANE that I can't find her, it really does. Everyone else is finding people, shit I'm sounding like Dusty "Why Not Us?" Well, I'll tell you why not us, because it is US. C'mon, it's me, if I get a good streak of things happening, it won't last long because it's me and everything will come back crashing back down to earth, its the way things work. This was the blog.
  • To every girl -that is herself no matter what and believes and tries to achieve her dreams-that dresses cute not skanky-who wants to be called beautiful and treated like a princess just once-that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present-who gets her heart broken because he chose the whore instead and is scared to put her heart out there again-who is nice to everyone no matter what-that wont settle for the jerk-that cries at night because of another heartbreak-that wont get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend-that just wants to hold hands-who whishes he cared-who wastes her day waiting by the phone waiting for him to call-that just wants to cuddle/sleep (no sex) w/ him-who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back-who is just looking for that one and only and has had no luck

Oh, I want to sleep but I'm too bored and lonely unfortunately, I have a feeling I might be spending A LOT more years like this.

Week Review Weekend Preview

In what has been an eventful yet stressful week, it winds down, however it leads to two potentially even MORE stressful weeks of life in Carbondale. As this week has wound down, I've began to figure out what has been goin on with me, as if I was figuring myself out. Its as if my days are good and my nights are bad, and thats why I have so crappy blogs at night. I feel as if I blog after my classes, you might get a depressing tale of boring classes, but an overall upbeat mood from me. However, I blog at night, when I'm alone and its quiet then yeah, it kind of makes sense. So, the cheesecake was a success, I'm happy about that, it got approval from everyone, more girls shoulda had some, cuz I guess girls like guys who can cook, and yeah, I like cooking, its pretty fun. Tomorrow should be interesting with the SIU playoff game at 1:30, I'm gonna have to go to the bars to watch it cuz we don't get it on TV around here. Tomorrow night, I'm not quite sure what I want to do, I might go to the country bar. However I have my doubts: city boy, outsider, minority in the country....yeah combine that with the possiblity of being the third wheel and I don't know which would be the worst of my fears. And there's a six dollar cover which is more than any house party, and they're not giving me free beer....and i'm stuck with a bunch of hicks. Personally, I'm scared, but there might be a girl involved, but this is me we're talking about. So yeah, I dunno if I mentioned this earlier, but the single life sucks, especially when everyone around you either has it or has had their fair share of it. And if you don't know what it is, then you are on a level that makes me look good....does everything have to remind me of this. I just switched the TV from elimidate to a random commericial and they are showing off soul70s classic CDs and the song of course is Al Green's 'So Tired of Being Alone.' I'm englufed in a pit of love, this is almost as bad as I feel around Valentine's Day. Oh my gosh I just thought about it, Valentine's Day, oh my gosh I don't wanna be anywhere around this place for Valentine's Day. I'm scared now, I really am. Knowing my roommates history, I'm gonna probably kill myself over Valentine's Day. I might be overreacting cuz i'm so stressed and tired, but yeah, its over. Oh and this was possibly the lamest Elimidate ever. During the final round the guy had a question and answer session with the following questions: If you were president bush, how would you end the war in Iraq? Should teachers be paid on performance or by tenure? How do we avoid scandals like Enron? It was so lame during the answers the cameras focused on the girls bodies, as if their answers didn't even matter. Awww, these lonely nights might be the end of me one day. Hopefully, today's not that day. Good night til later!

Friday, December 02, 2005

Todays Things

I'll try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I was up til 6 am because my roomies girlfriend's best friend stayed over last nite and we watched american pie 2 and we passed out in the beginning of american wedding. I missed my 1st two classes sleeping inn like she. ooh found out we both have the same math class so we'll be going to our test together and i'm thinking about going with her, my roommate and alicia to the country bar, I'm having thoughts. But for sure we should be going out tuesday and yeah before you start thinking anything is gonna happen don't expect it she just got out of a relationship. Well let's see highlights of the night are as follows since I don't feel like typing it, i'm cutting and pasting from a convo i had wit my guy from u of i
SIULou7186: ok so we was chillin in my room and this guy from upstairs rob said that we should go out and we hit up a house party; we get there and a water main breaks in the house, and then theres a fight, my guy gets a sudden nose bleed and leaves, me and the girl have drinks then leave cuz we think he left us....he goes to attempt to break up the fightCrazzyA29: damn.....SIULou7186: wait there's more cuz on our way back some guy wanted to walk behind me and the girl and then he up and disappeared and then reappeared running across the field then this guy says he had a bad night because he found a dinosaur and then she came up and then we walked her home, and then the dude was trying to be fresh wit her and i stopped him, but then he bit me and i got this nice coat and then i started hitting him in the head and then we almost got in a fightSIULou7186: so im here alone but she's gonna come pick me up for class tomorrow
There's more to it like my friend getting a bloody nose outta nowhere and then trying to break up a fight because country people can't mind their own damn business. And yes he bit me in the arm.

It's not the poetry that I promised but here are some random freestyles from tonite.

SIULou7186: tight rhymes from my boy young billy after a shot of amaretta i be rhymin so silly i'm doin things big style like my man slick willy two shots later im hittin on that the hottie jilly my rhymes so cold like christmas time wit old saint nick even that man acknowledges that my rhymes so sick and everyone gather round its x-mas time again im talkin to you baby girl and please bring a friend
SIULou7186: and baby girl we'll ride christmas to the end and we'll make this shit a trend cuz i'm a trend starter no me i don't barter my next verse i'm comin harder or maybe i come with a top charter yep indeed im headed to the top of the charts aimin for a bullseye like a game of darts i'm the ace of hearts yes believe what i say i end this rhyme with a holla holla and a have a nice day
SIULou7186: my minds so lost i don't understand half of what your sayin so i take time from that to get a lil' prayin but no need to pray i know what to say i'm oh-a-okay like that old offspring song i come out to play like jordan i swish j's like mike vick i make plays like a nerd i get A's and like a lunatic im crazed but thats cuz im a perfectionist i fuck everyones perception they pissed and hoes pissed cuz they miss what could be the greatest of all time though i could be talkin about my life in the bed im talkin about writin rhymes and hoes take a look and wish they could turn back time get the instant replay and we goin to overtime
SIULou7186: if it was up to me i'd be rhymin frequently with chi-towns finest layin down the track with a guest appearance by jay-z make a track we can call it part two of the dough boys go crazy but instead i feel to lazy feelin like i wanna go out find some hoes that all they wanna do is amaze me fake rappers think they hot they wanna blaze me all i wanna do is go back to work give my uni back and say fuck you to who pays me and say good bye to the crew and the staff walkin out of there with the loot but they too stupid to do the math damn manager should take a bath and shave in no particular order get rid of the beard and then u can bathe now i got the white boys out of whack they think they at a rave they fucked up off that x they think my name is daveSIULou7186: so i step off look for a girl wanna make her my slave like the old days love slave all up in my cave and i can't believe that i just brought myself down to this level of rappin about hoes but the guys who rap about this are always the ones the go gold but fuck gold when my ass can go plat i can do it probably two times be like lil' wayne and bring it back but to the top of the map to the chi wit pride where real ballas don't ride big wheels they don't need the fame my boys like the g-unit they don't need no game we just roll up to the joint and the owners know our name northside chitown yeah baby we do the damn thang

I dunno, besides that, today was an up and down day, just like this has been an up and down week. I'm alone in my room, i'm pretty out of it, its not like that i don't like being alone, but i'm tired of it, especially when everyone else is getting lucky, i'm gonna have to explain that later. But for now I QUIT!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

A Relatively Uneventful Day

Compared to the ups and downs of the previous 48 hours, today was very blah. Very slow, very boring very blah. There was class, then nap time, then I cooked pasta which was very impressive. Tomorrow I make cheescake, that should be interesting. I love it when I'm cooking and the girls come by and say whats up, intrigued not only by actual food on a college campus but a guy that can cook is supposedly something women love! Problem is that in general women don't love me, I GET NO LOVE! LoL...upwards and onwards. Interesting day in sports, Duke won (boo!), Paulie re-signed with the Sox (good for them and good for Paulie, finally an athlete who cares about winning over money though the Sox did make the best offer in the end), Giles re-signed with the Padres for 3 years 30 million in a deal that could go 4 years 36 million. A lot of money, but at least he didn't go to the Cardinals or Astros. Just had a nice little half hour talk with Kristin, that was nice, got a lot off my chest. I'm takin this Hoos-Alicia thing pretty well now, well relatively well compared to yesterday. Its that bit of the jealousy thing again. I hate myself for it because I never used to be the jealous type, I don't know what's happened to me since I've been in college. Well, I have an idea, but ideas get me in trouble, I'll work on it though. What has driven me crazy about it is that I really orchestrated this, I'm still in shock that I got it done, and I wish I could have gotten it done for myself, but there was an understanding in my eyes that there was nothing beyond that magical 'f' word 'friendship' that was going to happen. Once I've resigned myself to the 'friend' only role, there's nothing I can really do about changing it, especially when there's a mutual friend involved. Joking around about it, I'm kinda like the Tribune Company when it comes to the Cubs. I'm competitive 'til the price gets too high. The Trib says they don't have the resources, which is something I say, but it works more for me because I don't. My lack of prior relationships hurts my chances. I don't have a steady job, I never had a lot of money when I was younger, I always focused on school over social life and yeah, it hurts. And now that school and social life have combined to put me in the sophomore slump, it hurts even more that I don't have someone to help talk me through this. I'm talking beyond sex here people. I'm talking about an emotional connection and mental connection. And we were talking earlier about how difficult it is to meet someone on the college campus. Its hard to find someone that you click with, that is why a lot of college people go back home to where they have back up plans or they go back to exes or friends with benefits or just friends and they up the game and up the level of the relationship. Me, I don't have that luxury, not having that kind of relationship. And friends generally help out friends, well lets just say I don't have the world's greatest supporting cast around me. I'm a hell of a wingman, I've said it once and I'll say it again, I'm the best in the business, just check the track record, check the resume bitches! Wow, got distracted by another pretty girl, it happens ya know? Well, now that I've been taken out of my game, I guess I'll end it here. Good night folks and have a pleasant tomorrow!

Late Night Thoughts

Well folks its over. What you ask? Me. Lets start from the beginning. Class sucked, I spent 40 of the 40 minutes of class writing poetry, yeah this was a geology class. Went to wal-mart, got my cookin stuff for my cheesecake which really won't do much because yeah, i'm making that and even though supposedly girls dig guys that can cook, that doesn't cover me cuz chicks don't dig me. I feel as if I'm in a constant downward spiral since this week began, well at least since Sunday. I left an away message earlier on AIM and MSN saying: "They say misery loves company but I'd rather be alone in a hobbitt hole, and it doesn't have to do with the Carolina loss." I don't know, my mind, which I recently found is now leaving me, slowly as the days go on. Everything is bothering me, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Sometimes, I feel that I rushed myself into college. I'm a believer that high school is more important than college, but thats besides the point, thats a different topic for a different night. Right now I feel really out of place, I feel immature and I don't feel prepared for what I'm going through right now. I really wish I would have taken a year off before my freshman year of college. I could use some time off now. I feel miserable in all of my classes, and school sucks. I'm sucking at school and I don't have much of an explanation on why. I'm really considering dropping out much to the chagrin of EVERYONE i know. I do my homework, I go to class for the most part, at least the classes I need to be at on a daily basis, I have been bombing some quizzes, but I'm not going through typical college student failures. My drinking is WAY down from second semester last year where it was supremely down, so thats not an excuse. I haven't picked up any bad drug habits. I have no idea whats wrong with me. On top of that, I don't know what I want to do with my life. When I was younger, I wanted to announce for the Cubs, it was my life long dream and goal. Harry Caray and Steve Stone were not only my inspiration but they were the guys that tought me everything I needed to know in life. Between Stoney's "advice for all you little leaguers out there" and Uncle Harry and his bud drinkin boob chasin ways, I learned a lot from Cubs baseball over the years. But now that I know how the politics run in the Tribune Company and around the baseball media circles, my best bet would be on a neutral party station (i.e. The Score or something like that.) Then I wanted to become a journalist because I love to write. Problem there is that I have no experience. I didn't have the grades to write for the school paper, but I had the talent, I've always had a great talent to write and to write well. It's even tougher now to get into the journalism profession because everything is going on-line and everything is syndicated (another reason the radio gig probably won't work for me either.) So after that would be an advice columnist or an advice show, but lets just say I have a face for radio though I reflect a 50 cent line "I ain't a pretty n*gga but my moms thinks I'm handsome." So I'm thinking about a counselor of some sort, or maybe even a teacher. My love of helping people combined with my love of writing could make this a possible career. But in the end, I really don't know what I want, I feel rushed, and I'm almost 20, i figure at the most I live til 60, 40 years of live a short life to be dead a long time. Girls are a major issue in my life. I can't get them, I feel so left out. I hear and see my guys here at school and at home have all these success stories with girls and me, I have nothing to bring to the table. It sickens me cuz I deserve better than what I have. I can help everyone else with their problems, but I can't solve my own, that sucks. Women have absolutely driven me up a wall and down a wayward path. I've heard it all from girls. Rejection (check) bad boyfriend stories (check) I could use a nice guy stories (check) let's just be friends (check) even though you like me things will be the same (check). Yeah, when it comes to women I'm definetly on the short end of the stick there. When it comes to girls, my life might as well be scripted because its the same shit different day. I like a girl, she doesn't like me we say we'll be cool but we drift (scenario one). I like a girl, I say nothing and it eats me up inside while she's with other guys (scenario two). I like a girl say something about it and then clear and utter rejection, simple, yet heartbreaking (scenario three). I haven't had a girl who was interested in me, well not a real one at least. Scenario four would be nice, that would be the one where I like a girl and I tell her that I like her and she feels the same way. But that would be too damn easy. So my options here include: going gay (won't happen, i'm not anti-gay, but it just ain't me), becoming a priest (hey I wanted to be pope last year and why not, I'm young so they won't have to worry about replacing me, I'm a virgin and i'm a minority...imagine the power the pope can have with chicks tho if i reform the church), i could always settle for less like I've done all my life with EVERYTHING and live a life of mediocrity surrounded by suckiness (and why not, I'm already there.)........well you know how I hooked up my roommate yeah, I'm having second thoughts. A little bit of them have to do with my feelings, but i'm over it, what hurts is that I lost my ace wingman. Now, I know that seems very selfish, but I've been waiting for him to get over Becca and go out with me like he said he would cuz he made excuses that he had no money and didn't wanna do anything while Becca was stuck at home and blah blah blah. So basically I set up my own failure there. So now I have no ace wingman, I am the wingman, I'm Mr. Wingman. And i know i shouldn't base "dating" or things of that nature on another person, but I have no confidence, when you've been put down as much as I have been, there ain't enough fronting in the world that can boost the confidence meter. And I still stand by my statement that he doesn't deserve her, but whatever. Yeah, I've taken shit for not being able to hook myself up but I can't I just don't have that power. I wish I did, I just don't. I'm almost resigned to the fate that I will spend my life lonely, single and bitter. So I'm miserable. But it's because I've never had anything that was better than anyone elses, as superficial as that sounds. I've had two cars, a '92 escort (aptly named putt-putt) that perfectly personified me. It wasn't the best looking, but it did what it was asked to do, very efficient in many ways was that car. My next car was my '97 chevy lumina which was wrecked one week before school was supposed to start in an accident which still hurts me today because it has set me back personally. Once again, nothing flashy, but it was a great car that did what it was supposed to do (go from point a to point b.) I never won a championship in anything. Yes, I did win the chance to throw out the first pitch at wrigley field, but that isn't a championship, there's not plaque there's no ring, there's no trophy, there was that picture, the pitch, the seats, thats it, oh and the memories. That's why attatch myself to the Cubs, because I feel that the day that they win a championship I will be fulfilled because it will be something I can call my own because I've been through all of the bad for one moment of good, it'd be worth it. The girlfriend, i've never had. I've seen all of my friends prosper in relationships as I sat on the sideline either hooking them up or helping them out and I had nothing. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING! That's why I want a girlfriend, a really pretty one with a great personality. That would be trophy like, its something i can call mine. Not like if it was property or anything, its just having nothing sucks! (i know ppl are worst off than i am but i'm flirting with depression only rivaled by last year second semester around valentine's day) So yeah, the beard I'm growing, I might keep it til the Cubs win the series. We'll see how I feel. There was so much more to write, but I was interrupted several times by visitors and IMs, so I promise to post the poetry and things tomorrow, you will definetly be entertained. If you aren't already tonight! I feel stupid, neglected, rejected and oh so lost. I wish I could find my way. If you can help it'd be appreciated.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Quick Update

I pulled it off last some ungodly hour in the morning, I did it. I pulled off the best hook up job ever, granted it was more difficult than it shoulda been, but yeah, I'm major, this just solidifies me as a great friend. I know there's a little buzz, but yeah, I think this also solidifies my spot in the Wingman Hall Of Fame. GO ME!!! I spent my one class writing non stop poetry for 40 minutes, i'll post it later! I thought I'd just update and give myself some props!!!!

Monday, November 28, 2005

An Interesting Day Back In The 'Dale

An interesting day it has been in Carbondale indeed. I survived all of my classes today which is one of the few times I've been able to do it since the first month of school. It feels like a total accomplishment. The best thing about today was of course English class. I learned today taht I finally fit into a stereotype. I've prided myself on not being a stereotypical anything, but I finally found a stereotype that fit me. I relate it to the movie Hollywood Shuffle where the guy is trying to choose whether he frees the two slaves and then the southern belle comes from nowhere and instead of saving his people, he saves the southern belle. That's me, I'd do anything for a southern girl, ANYTHING! I'd drop lotsa things for them girls, I love them. So yeah, my worst fears have come true. Its all mutual, so this is where I put aside any feelings I have, and do as jay-z says and "fuck perception and go with what makes sense." I'm gonna be doin something that I've grown accustomed too. Some people say I've grown to accustomed to it, and maybe theres a future in it for me. One day my time will come and I will be basking in sunshine and smiling for once. One of these days baby, one of these days!

Since I've Been Gone

Well, it's been more than a week since I've written, so here's a quick recap of the week.
  • Friday, Saturday, Sunday- Friday the Salukis won over LA-Lafayette in my last SIU moment before I went home. Got home Saturday tired, yet not tired enough not to drive the Pimpala. Slept most of the train ride home, I was awoken by yuppie Champaign folks who wouldn't sit with random people on the train...gosh butch up Chambana people! Saturday night partied with Tony, George, Skinny, Ricky, Amber and her friends and people. I got to drink Vodka for free so yeah, I enjoyed that, I also enjoyed the intoxicated TBK run. I wasn't drunk but I wasn't tipsy, I was a tweener. Sunday I watched the Bears beat the Panthers. GO BEARS!
  • Monday was uneventful, um, I'm trying to think as I type, oh yeah I drove to Grayslake with my mom for an inspection. I hate the suburbs, I also hate rand mcnally road maps, they give you half ass directions. I don't trust them much anymore. My roommate saved me from being lost in suburbia. I'll get to him later. Tuesday I worked for my sister's boyfriend and a garbage can fell on my face, ripped my glasses off my face, cut my face, left me lookin like rudolph the red nosed reindeer for a few days, I learned I'm super blind without my glasses. I showed up to work Wednesday, but Bob (my sis' bf) gave everyone the day off. I spent all night with Anna, which it was great seeing her again in person and Rosa who came to pick me up to go see her. It was great talking to them til 3 am, we covered a lot of topics, hell I even signed Anna's yearbook from junior year which suprisingly I never signed. I say suprisingly because that was the year we became real good friends. So yeah, it was original because it was in retrospect, bad ass in my part. Thursday was thanksgiving and I ate well to keep it simple. I spent my Friday cleaning and packing. Saturday I ended up back in Carbondale staying with my guy Marcus. And now it's Sunday night/Monday morning and I'm back to typing. That's my week off!


I love the internet. You can find everything: song lyrics, cheat codes, book reviews, music, sports scores, rumors, innuendo, movie stuff, etc. But what interests me is dating sites and sites that are supposed to connect young people (i.e. Facebook, My Space, Xuqa, Xanga.) What interests me about them is their purpose. Facebook and Xuqa connect you with your classmates and serve as potential random college hookups (though every story I've heard about people hooking up with others on those have been horror stories starring weirdos, stalkers and losers.) My Space got bad because I got sick of all of the "pass this message to twenty people in twenty seconds or you will have no love life forever." Funny thing is I do pass them forward sometimes for fun and yeah, still without my true love and all of those empty promises. Xanga is pretty cool: pictures, music and blogging, it ain't bad. But yeah, here are my random thoughts on Xuqa which is my new internet crack. Yeah, I might have mentioned this before but I don't care right now because I'm tired. So yeah, Xuqa is very much like a dating site, it encourages random hookups, "tickling" as opposed to facebooks "poking", secret admirers, sending gifts and kisses. Questions about turn offs, things you like, if you were on a date, etc. But yeah, still haven't had my random hook up, I'll be waiting idly at my computer, in the mean time I'll be checking my fantasy football, basketball and hockey teams, reading the papers in Chicago and updating my life on the blog....Interesting, you tell girls you're a virgin, its like they applaud you for not being a man whore and its kinda ya know a respecting thing, but you tell the guys and you take hell for not being super pimp, I'm sooo confused....speaking of women, i've made an interesting move. As you may or may not know, since the thing with that internet girlfriend failed me (thanks roomie for the biggest failure in a hook up since McNair passed it to Kevin Dyson and he came up one yard short) I put myself into retirement from the chase. It just hurt too much, but once again, even though I saw it coming it still hurt because somewhere, I let myself be had to the point where maybe for once I could believe or I could be going through a good luck period. Neither happened and yeah, that's that. Well anyways, solidifying the end of the chase is me growing out my beard. Yes, I'm repping the old man look, but I'll make sure to keep it relatively clean. I'm tired of chasing girls, especially when a majority of them are too superficial for me. So this is the deal I won't shave until I get a girlfriend, I have to shave for a job, or until new years day (which would symbolize a fresh start for a new year) even though every year I make the same resolutions and they never work out. So yeah, oh and the other message I'm sending out to girls is that if you don't like me for me then you ain't worth my time, if you can't get past a bit of facial hair, then you must be a bit superficial....speaking of New Year's Resolutions, I went back to my earlier blog from LAST year to see what they were and if I accomplised anything I set myself to do this year. Do Better at School I'd rather not talk about my grades except the A I'm getting in my english class, though last semesters grades KICKED TOTAL ASS! Be a Better Person well lets see, um, that was supposed to be the kinder gentler Lou. Yeah, well still the nice guy, though I've been bitter for quite some time when it comes to women. Get a job at school yeah, unless being unemployed IS a job, then yeah, I failed at that one too. I Want to Forgive and Forget yeah, well let's see. The bitch from Sex and The City Put it in the best way: How can you forgive when you can really never forget. Seriously, you can always forgive, on a surface level only of course, because you will never forget. I do not know ONE PERSON who has completely forgotten something they want to forget (no matter how drunk they got, they were always reminded the next day so throw that idea out of the window)! So yeah, that failed I guess. Go out and get laid read above, and read other blogs where I tussle with myself about wanting to lose my virginity, waiting for a decent girl to lose it too, waiting til I'm in an actual relationship, and yeah, I'm a super virgin so yeah....NEXT! The final one: Find me a good girl well that one has come with mixed results. I've found me PLENTY of good girls. However, none of them have an interest in me in the way I'd like them to, so once again, just a friend! Damn, reminds me of a song I used to like that I want to listen to now, I gotta find it! Oh actually the last one was be myself, I guess I succeeded at that....Since I left The 'Dale, C-Dale, Carbon-deezy, Salukiville, whatever you call it, me and my roomie are still in the same situation. Looks like he'll be going in for the kill soon. Too bad I have nothing on him to make a move myself, though nothing would make me happier to get the girl that EVERYONE on the floor wants (and there's more competition off the floor with other guys on campus and even more not even in the city limits.) So basically, I'm shit out of luck, I'm hopin if I can't get her, maybe she can introduce me to friends of hers that are cute like her, fun like her, single like her, interested in me (she ain't interested in me like that, so yeah.)


In a segment that is very much like the old "articles" I used to write in high school, I end with a final thought. This final thought is on the Laffy Taffy song. It is intruiging to say the least. You either hate it or love it, its been a good year for songs like that (such as anything by Gwen Stefani, the Trapped in the Closet Saga for examples.) But yeah, its a good beat with a catchy lil' bit of wording, but yeah, IT SUCKS! Its a song suckfest, but you can't hate cuz them guys are getting a lot of airplay, a lot of attention (whether it be bad or good, attention is attention), and of course they put twista on the remix, so that makes it bearable. So yeah, Laffy Taffy, hate it or love it. Okay, it has my attention because of the line: "Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher Cuz I stay so hard You can suck me for a long time Oh my god!" This line makes me think of Chris Rock when he says "it's hard these days to defend rap music." It is, rap music was easy to defend in the 80s with Grandmaster Flash's the Message and Run DMC. Hell, I could defend Eminem, Jay-Z, T.I., edgier rappers like that. Kanye, Common, Talib Kweli, Mos Def can defend themselves with their own lyrics. But I can't defend the Ying Yang Twins' Whisper Song, David Banner's Play, anything by 3-6 Mafia, or this damn Laffy Taffy song. This is the lyrical genius that gets signed to record deals while I have something to say about things and I'd be put off to the side because I wouldn't be rapping about coke, guns, blunts, 40s and bitches. I'd be rapping about the ever-elusive truth! The truth people don't wanna hear about, but hey, their loss right? Between gurls "call me jolly rancher cuz i stay so hard, Wait til you see my dick, finger fuck your pussy like you want some girl," and Paul Wall who all his raps are about his nice cars, and Mike Jones' self absorbed raps; I think me, my roommate, and our friends nate and steve could be a damn formidable rap group. I could be the one who brings the truth, my roommate can rap about cars, steve can rap about being a country boy and nate can rap about being a preppy boy. We'd be great! All I need is some beats from Kanye, Dr. Dre, Lil' Jon, Scott Storch, Timbaland, Just Blaze, Pharrell, DJ Smurf aka Mr. Collipark and guest appearances by Kanye, Twista, Cam'ron, Jay-Z, Nas, The Game, Common, Ludacris, T.I., Eminem and Lil' Wayne, oh yeah and Kells cuz he could bring some girls that are my age (17-19 kells) and then we can have a party and a hit record. Oh yeah and I gotta do a track with the Clipse. But yeah, its like Chris Rock said again "If the beats alright, we can dance all night." That's all it seems to be sometimes. Gotta love those real life rappers, ones that actually have lyrical talent.

On that note, good night til tomorrow!