Top 10 Reasons, EP3

Yeah, I think it gonna be come a weekly thing,
prob every Monday.
This week: Why We Procrastinate
With Finals upon us soon, it only makes sense.

10) It's only a quiz.
[It's not like it actually counts towards my grade... that much.]

9) You can't concentrate under these conditions.
[I would go to the library but it's too quiet. And my room's too loud. Oh well, nowhere to go.]

8) Youze hungry.
[No one can focus when the stomach requests attention.]

7) Tomorrow's better.
["Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?" Because I can, bizzach.]

6) TV time.
[Wait...It's Monday? Shiiiit, Love of Ray J come on tonight.]

5) Your room is dirty.
[Cleanliness is next to Godliness. So is Cosbyness. So clean your room, or there will be no chocolate pudding for you! Gwa-hahaha.]

4) You already got the outline.
[I got the gist of it. The rest will fall into place.... all by itself... without me even typing it.]

3) It's party time.
[Come on, b. It's Saturday. You seriously expected me to stay in? Ha!]

2) The mate beckons.
[GF/BF or booty call. Sometimes sex or even a long makeout session just trumps gettin ya learn on.]

1) You forgot.
[Wait.... what you mean the Spanish compostion if do next class? Class is in 45 minutes! Grrr.]

And as always,
you end up on Facebook.

Also, a quick shout out to me manz, Sean Rogers.
He one of the main reasons I procrastinate
cause he be having me online, dying.
But in related news, he just started his own blog as well.
http://perceptivedeception.blogspot.com/
Check him out. He only got one post so far...
but he does poetry and opinions.
Until later, my friends [and associates].

Word.

What I'm Thankful For, The Rehearsal

With Thanksgiving being today,
everyone is expected to say what we're thankful for
around the table before we can destroy the food.

I've decided to write this blog for two reasons:
1) I always freeze up and say something dumb.
2) I don't want to mess up and let something slip.

See, I don't tell my fam much,
especially my extended family,
cause they don't need to know.
Granted, this Thanksgiving it's just
me, mom, her parents, and maybe two other folks.
So if I let something slip like,
oooh... my sexuality, which only my mother knows about.
Not that I'd say it during the thanks,
but maybe in conversation.
there ain't gonna be nothing else to take the focus of me. Haha

So, with that said,
allow me to present my prepared "I'm Thankful For."

Hi family. Hi Lord.
This Thanksgiving, I have plenty to be thankful for.
I'm thankful to have the education I'm recieving,
for my writing, that I have a way to voice my opinions,
to be privileged enough to not have any major struggles in my life,
and to have such good friends and family as support system when I need them.
Now who's next?

Feel free to leave you prepared thanks in the comments.
Have a good turkey day.
Word.

Hood Housing

As a few of you know,
I haven't really been back in Jersey since April.
Sure, I came back for the weekend of Pride in June,
but I was in NYC the whole time.

Well... it's Thanksgiving break,
and where else could I go but home?
Let me just say... Loyola has severely spoiled me.
I feel like more of an uppity negro than I ever have before.

The first thing that hit me was the availability of a computer.
Usually when I come back from college,
I go to Irvington and use my father's computer...
but the internet is acting up on it.
Luckily, I have my laptop here...
But a nigga couldn't get a signal.
Well, as you see I found one.
It's weak as all hell though, cause I'm stealing that shit. Haha
Where's Houndnet when you need it?

Secondly is my freedom.
I can do whatever I want at college, obv.
But back here,my mom always keeps tabs on me.
But... last night,I stayed at my dad's.
However, I failed to remember that my bed is in his bedroom.
As I told Twitter last night:
"I don't like staying at my father's house. Especially when this nigga is my direct roommate. This ain't college! :-/"
Also, they're always over my shoulder when I'm in the house.
Gets a lil annoying.

I woke up this morning though to feel all chilly and such.
I forgot I can't control the heat.
Ain't no thermostats at my pops's place.
But why was the basement warmer than the 2nd floor when I woke up?
I thought heat rose?
Eventually the heat did come on.
With a hiss.
I looked around scared as shit
before realizing it was just the radiator.
Good ol hood heat. :-/

Eventually,my laptop needed recharging.
You know I couldn't find a single wall socket with 3 prongs, only 2.
I was tight.
Least I found the one power strip with 3 prong outlets.
I was bout to be shit outta luck. Haha

The one thing I do like about my father's house though:
Tha Bassment.
No not basement, Tha Bassment.
Cause we got a banging sound system down there,
and all the walls are covered with old school records,
mostly R&B and Soul.
My grandfather owned a record shop back in the day.
Told you love a music ran in the family, man.

But of course, I got hungry.
But ain't no food in the house,
except for the stuff for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
So I had to run out to the bodega.
Ah, how I missed the bodega.
But discussing of this is for another day.
Maybe tomorrow before the feast?

Luckily,
I'm bout to go back over to my momz in Newark.
We kinda bougie over there. Haha.
Later, hood house.
Til I see you again on Sunday when I'm bout to leave out.
Word.

Top 10 Reasons, EP2

Kehehe. In today's edition of Top 10 Reasons,
I'll be counting down Why You Don't Wanna Remember the Weekend.
It's only appropiate, since today is monday. Haha.

10) You payed way too much for that cab ride.
[Maybe if you spoke the cabbie's native tongue you coulda got him to lower flat rate or to not run his Speedy Gonzales meter.]

9) While playing Never Have I Ever, you're dark past got the best of you.
[I was gonna put something really explicit here, but I like to think I have some class. Haha]

8) You stayed home last night only to hear tales of epicness the following morning.
[Damn you, Biology test! I could have seen a midget pimp riding one of his employees down the street like he was a jockey.]

7) You ran into your ex and ended up making out with them at the end of the night.
[Now they won't stop callin and textin you. Look, it was only a booty call!]

6) You got thrown out of the bar before closing.
[If only you hadn't knocked over every single bottle when you found yourself behind the bar, making free drinks for everyone.]

5) You sucked at pong and ran a naked lap.
[Now everyone knows about that mole on your butt. Ick.]

4) You say someone you've been crushing on and ended up throwing up all over them as soon as the first word came outta your mouth.
[Well... at least your liquid courage got them to realize you're a person on God's green Earth. Now you're just that gross kid who puked on them.]

3) You kissed a girl/guy, and you liked it.
[I mean, it may not be what you're used to. But you're bout to become real accustomed with it.]

2) You got written up for that house party.
[When the cops came a knocking, I hope you weren't the one that jumped out the window.]

1) "Wait? ...There was a last night?" You blacked out bastard.
[The ultimate way to make sure you forget last night. Now, to avoid your chatty friends.]

Runners up:
After buying her all those drinks, she still went home with her friends.
Your liquid courage never kicked.


Now for a completely change in pace,
about my solo this past weekend. Haha.
It went well.
Nervousness didn't hit until I was right up in front of everyone.
Some how I got through it.
I didn't sing the whole thing,
the director sung the second half.
But I like to think I provide background vocals for him. Haha.
But no, the spirit really started moving during that song though.
It def lasted longer than we rehearsed it,
but that's how God works sometimes.

Anyway,
that's been my weekend.
Hope you enjoyed yours as well.
Word.

Solo Singin'

So...
I may be singing a solo.
What of it? Big woop.
Wanna fight about it?
haha.

But yeah,
I'm singing a solo for the Gospel Choir here at Loyola tomorrow.
You know... the concert in the chapel at 7 tomorrow?
The one that's been advertised,
but you probably ignored it just like all the other posters on campus.
Yeah, that one.
Come out and hear the choir singing.
We got mad other choirs coming too.
And a free reception. ;-) [Reception. Not dinner. Haha]
It'll be a great night of fellowship.

But enough of the shameless promotion.
I'm here today to talk about singing a solo.
Now, I've done it before.
But that was at my church back in the day.
You can sing like crap and they'll still be like,
"Go head, baby." "Oh bless your heart." "You better sing, child!"
But now that I'm singing alone for real for real...
There's actual pressure now.
You know like,
you can't just fudge the words like you might in an ensemble.
You gotta know them words!
And the notes... ooo-wee.
If you a half step off... you just feel bad.
The audience might not notice, but you will.
And so will your accompanyment.
And don't start off in the wrong key!
Auh! That happened to me when I auditioned for Chicago.
It was already bad enough I'm a baritone/bass.
I started off wrong and couldn't fix it.
I was like, "Well, I'm not in this show," as I walked off.
Haha

But speaking of baritones and basses.
Do you know how hard it is for us to shine?
We get grouped in with the tenors on gospel songs,
having to sing them notes that's in our head voices. Haha.
And even if we do get a bass part, it's usual some background ish,
you know, the tempo or something.
I don't know, it's not all bad.
It's real fun hitting them low low notes. Haha.

But yeah,
I heard the song and was like,
"Hey. I can do that. That I can do!" [This would a Chorus Line reference. Come on! Get it together, dear listeners.]
Now, there are some high notes for me,
that would be no prob for a tenor or someone else.
But I see this song as a challenge.
I've been expanding my range these pass few years.
It's time to see just how well I can do.
I suppose we'll find out tomorrow.
And for those of you who can't make it,
I'll report back on Monday with a small section on how it turned out.
Enjoy your weekend, folks.
Word.

What You Mean You Ain't Never Seen It?

You know how there are just something you are expected to know?
You know...
kinda like common knowledge.
And if you don't know it,
you just a disgrace to the race or to your friends.
For example,
some things that will get you a funny look if you say you don't know them if you black:
Dr. Martin Luther King
Miles Davis
Jay-Z
Boyz in the Hood [and other movies like that]
How to fry chicken [I'm joking. Gosh... Or am I?]

I bring this up today because
in the Minority Spot
we were watching TVand it ended up on BET [aka Black Evil Television].
However, it had Menace on. So we let it rock.
Then one of the more outspoken people in the room stood up and said
"If ya'll ain't never seen this movie, you ain't black," as a joke.
To his amazement people in the room had actually not seen the movie.
Even more to his amazement, I had not seen it.
He could only shake his head as he said,
"This is why I hate Loyola."
I tried to explain.
Of course I had channel surfed as a kid
and seen the movie on BET before,
but I always said "I ain't bout this right now."
It was all editted and shit anyway.
However, I do agree,
the movie is pivotable.
Black people should watch the movie.
I plan to watch it in full this weekend, prob Saturday.
[Hit me up if you tryna get down.]

When you don't have knowledge of things that are so common in your culture, you miss out.
It puts you at a disadvantage.
It can also make you somewhat of an outsider,
even take away a bit of your creditability.
I should know....I think I just had my black card revoked. :-/
Onward to retrieve it!
I'd hate to slowly have my skin turn a creamy shade.... or would I?
Word.

Gaga Over the Lady

You know,
when Lady Gaga first arrived on the scene,
I thought she was just another pop diva.
I didn't really pay attention to her.
She just had okay songs to me.
I thought she might just fade away.
Then she became more relevant.
That's when I just thought she was odd.
I heard her on the Wale "Chillin" track and said,
"Hmm... she's not all bad, but nothing special."

Now, I know.
All gays love her.
But I wasn't the one.
Even when she was at this year 's VMAs
and proclaimed "This one is for God and the gays."
I was just like, "Oh, that's nice."
But she did catch my attention that night.
Not just because of her crazy outfits,
which she had plenty to spare.
[Did ya'll see that fucking bird's nest around her hear, yo?!]
But because of her performance of "Paparazzi."
I had actually never heard the song before.
So as she sung and moved around the stage
I found myself captured, not wanting to look away.
The blood at the end was a bit much, yes,
but still some how I loved it.

Now she has this remix out with Beyonce.
Most of you have seen it. "Video Phone."
Some people hate it. Most people love it.
I must say, Gaga kept up with Sasha.
I had to give her props.
But Gaga didn't totally win me over until today, actually.
I was in the place where all us minorities gather here at Loyola.
I'll call it the Minority Spot from here on out and in other monologues.
It was particularly poppin today.
Lotta good people in there.
Someone said they hadn't seen the "Video Phone" video,
so someone put it up on the TV [which is connected to a computer as well.
Yes, we do it way big up in the Minority Spot.]
This soon led to watching other recent Beyonce videos.
Then the guy showing the videos decided to go back to Gaga.
[This was not before making a quick pit stop at Brandy singing in her bathroom to "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." She actually went in. Haha]

Anyway,
we watched "the Gaga" perform her hit songs,
just her on the piano in a room by herself.
I was able to hear her without all the other shit behind her,
no computerized voiced.
I must say... she can actually sing.
Her lyrics were also quite interesting.
But the main thing that caught me was just her.
Her personality.
She is quirky and socially awkward as all hell.
She just would just do weird funny shit with her voice during some parts in the song.
In one video, she actually put her leg up on the piano as she was playing.
I started dying.

Gotta admit,
I think I'm slowly becoming a fan.
I'm listening to her on imeem right now.
Drawing my final verdict.
I think I'm leaning towards the "yay" side over the "nay".

I mean,
as people say after listening to Gaga (for some reason),
I live!
Word.

Music Overload

I was talkin to a very good friend one night,
discussing hip hop as we usually do.
It was a rousing convo,
one in which I discovered I may be losing touch with hip hop.
This is utter nonsense, of course.
But still, it makes me wonder.
I mean, my friend has committed to hip hop,
memorizing lyrics as if it's his job.
He sees branching off from old school into backpacking and other sub-genres of hip hop as expanding his taste enough.

Lately, for me though,
I've been listening to all kinds of stuff:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B, Soul, Alternative, Rock.
And I love them all, Hip Hop & Alternative being the main two at the moment.
But with this,
I've been constantly receiving new music.

Why just this fall,
that's when I began to feel overwhelmed.
I was fresh from a summer of
discovering J. Cole & Big Sean and
80s music, musical soundtracks, and other music I had stolen from my friend/roommate/coworker.
Then the wave of fall Hip Hop landed at my shores.
Q-Tip, Jay-Z, and Kid Cudi dropped first.
I was blown by all three on different levels.
Q's was great to just vibe to,
Hov's was just straight hip hop,
and Cudi captured the way I was feelin at the time. My man.
I rotated the three new albums for a good week or two,
while listening to my man D.O.'s unoffical CD.
He still gotta go to the studio, though.

Then I felt the urge to download Mos Def,
since he had dropped an album I hadn't copped from over the summer,
only to realize I only had singles of his.
I downloaded his whole collection and listened to that on random for a week straight.
Oh, I decided to download MGMT a bit late around this time too.
Like I said, alternative was taking it's affects on me.
LMFAO's album soon followed.
I heard "Lalala" and "Shots" and lost my mind. Haha

I soon returned to downloading singles
as John Mayer's "Who Says" premiered
and select Lupe tracks were released to the public.
Around the same time,
my single provider had throwback albums on his page
including the Best of Aaliyah, Big Pun, and Dre's The Chronic.
Download. Download. Download.
I also stumbled upon Mr. Hudson's new album on the site.
Since he was featured on 808 & Heartbreaks, I gave him a chance.
I regret it not at all. Great stuff to study to.

I kept getting more singles like
Russian Roulette by Rihanna, Letter by Wale, Popular Demand by the Clipse, etc.
I then found Ryan Leslie's album.
It was a good album to reconnect to R&B with.
It didn't last long, cause the same day I copped Wayne's No Ceilings mixtape.
Gave it a good full listen and liked it.
Haven't listened to the mixtape since.
I went back to rocking my singles playlist until Wale dropped.
Attention Deficit is a good album.
I'm still listening to it,
even though I've just received the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack
as well as a shit ton of alternative music
from a friend after staying up all night with him as he worked the student desk.
I've also been bumping the A Cool Stick EP.
If you don't know about em,
check em out at acoolstick.com
They're an interesting blend of Hip Hop, Funk, and Acoustic.

But as you see,
I've been OD in these past few months.
There are only but so many hours in the day.
It's been a struggle to balance between my new stuff,
my favorite of the old stuff,
and the random old stuff that'll play when iTunes is on random.
I think I'm beginning to forgot what I have.
Shit, I even have other new music,
but I didnt list them because I didn't feel like listening to them yet.
In addition, I have been listening to the alternative stuff a bit more,
as it is almost brand new to me
and I find it very useful to do homework to.

With the approach of December,
only more music will come.
I believe the Clipse's new joint wil be out soon,
the Nas and Damien Marley collab,
and of course the long awaited return of my man Lupe!

I really want to slow down on my music downloading,
but I'm not sure if I know how.
I'm simply a music junkie.
If you have any ideas on how to help me slow down
or have any new music to help enable my addiction
just hit me up.

Thank ya kindly in advance.
Word.

Top 10 Reasons, EP1

This hit me in class while I was taking a test.
I think I'll make this another miniseries.
So, here's the first addition:
Top 10 Reasons Why Black People Think a Guy is Suspect
[suspect is slang for gay]

10)That nigga's clothes too tight, even with the new style around.
[Tight jeans should still have some slack. Muscle shirts are not the straightest things a man can wear.]

9) That nigga is shirtless, even without females around.
[Being too comfortable in your own room can really discomfort your friends]

8) That nigga got gay friends.
[It not that big of a deal now, but some people still think gay by association carries.]

7) That nigga takes offense to the word gay or fag.
[Usually only gays and gals have a problem with it, so again, by association.]

6) That nigga is too touchy-feely.
[Black people don't like to be touched unless they fighting of loving.]

5) That nigga lisps and/or talks with too light an inflection on words.
[Stereotypes are a bitch. :-/]

4) That nigga only hangs around ugly girls.
[Especially if they don't even talk to girls while they're out and about.]

3) That nigga got his eyebrows and/or nails done.
[The metrosexual era is gone. That shit don't fly to easily now.]

2) That nigga wears women clothing.
[Crossdressing is supremely suspect, even if they do it for a play.]

1) You seen that nigga kiss another nigga on a dare.
[Even on a dare, that nigga is gay.]

Runners up:
They don't play sports.
They listen to typically girly music.
They appreciate the arts.

Hope I gave you all a few laughs
and some food for thought.
Word.

Green Note

Such a sweet melody you produce,
how can I help but give chase?
There you are floating along like the wind,
circling around,
passing from one person to the next.
You're a restless little creature.
Please, allow me to play with you,
hold you firmly in my fingers,
rub you against my face,
gather all of your cousins and dive into you,
place you securely in my pocket.
Come hither.
What's your name anyway?
George?
Why, you're just a little fellow.
I can teach you how to become a Benjamin.
Just follow me to this casino down the street.
Allow us to make sweet sounds in the hotel room
and drag it down to the main lobby.
To the slots, we go to train.
The big tables are not for you.
Now disassemble yourself into a clinky sound
and fall down the hole.
Don't you fail me as I pull the lever.
If you do then you'll never be a Benjamin, George.
What's this?
Cherry, Lemon, Jackpot?
Oh, green note, you've played me for a fool.
The sheet music you originated from
must have been a cruel song.
An enviable rhythm that I'll dance to no more.

Word.

Video Chatting

I just realized something.
We living in the future.
In the Jetsons cartoon,
they had homes and offices with big ass screens that were video phones.
Well... here we are, 2009.
And we all here chattin it up on our laptops.
Granted, people have owned video cameras for their computers for some time now,
but I just got my laptop with video,
so it's official now. No ego. Haha.

But yeah....
even though I've only video chatted with my two best friends from high school,
I really do like it.
I'm hardly back in Jersey,just as they are hardly back in Jersey.
And when we are in Jersey,
we usually not there at the same time.
So, in between all those holiday visits,
it's a nice way to see their faces and hear their voices again.
Sure, we have regular phones,
but as Hov, Drake, and many others are beginning to say:
We Off That!

Video chatting is just retarted.
haha. It definitely takes joking up to a new level.
Cause you can be right there,
a person will look away,
you can be gone.
They wonder where you went
only for you to pop back up 3 minutes after
they been talking to themselves.
Haha.

But I think my favorite video chatting experience was when I started chattin around my college friends.
As some of you remember from an earlier note,
the minorities here at Loyola's campus have a lounge where we all chill at.
So, one day my friend from high school hits me up on Skype.
It was just text, but then he video called me,
so I figured, "Why not?"

....
I should have known better.
This nigga started to clown the people around me as soon as my end of the video popped up.
I couldn't help but start dying.
Talking about flat booties
and bad hair and koofis
and various other things.
I think he started talkin spanish to one girl
and they were not on the same page.
I ain't know who to feel ashamed/embarrassed for,
so I felt sorry for myself.
I should have no better.
My friends from different circles never tend to mix in well.
But that's a story for another note.
Haha.

Nevertheless, I am a fan of video chatting.
But the day when all calling is like that...
and you can't call in sick because they can see your ass faking...
That's when I'll start to hate video chatting.
Haha. But chill then... I'm good.

Word.

The Bad I Love

You ever do some shit you know you ain't have no business doin?
How bout stay around a boy/girl friend or just a friend that was no good for you?

Personally,
I think we've all been in this situation at least once.
But why do we put ourselves in such spots?

For some reason,
girls always tend to go for the bad boy.
They never go for their best male friend,
who's been there waiting patiently on the sideline
for the girl to realize how they love them so.
Instead, the girls lust after the kid who used to bully them in grade school
or who rides the bike, or the one always getting in trouble for silly shit.
They want the excitement.
And they're young, so they figure they need it.

So that's it.
The excitement.
But why are exciting things so frequently associated with bad things?
Why can't a night of board games be more exciting than goin out on a Thursday night?
Why can't a friend that always listens to your problems be more exciting than the friend who orders you around all the time?
Why can't a nice steady office job seem as exciting as trying to make it as an actor?
Because in a sense they just aren't.
They're safe, which usually means you know what's going to happen.
With the latter in those match-ups,
as Kevin Garnett said, and I often quote in situations,
"ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!!!"

But as we grow older,
we learn to appriacate the stablity
from all the times we went chasing excitement and got injured.
It's just a shame we have to what so long for such a good lesson.

Word.

It's Who You Know

Honestly,
no matter what you're trying to do with your life,
this is almost pretty much a fact.
Be it business, writing, art, technical fields, etc.

When you know the right people,
doors tend to open up for you.
It can start from school.
You and a few other people share common interest,
or maybe you have friends in completely other fields.
You graduate and go your seperate ways.
A few years down the line,
you might still be struggline to land that job at a Fortune 500.
Meanwhile, an old friend calls you up for some drinks.
They tell you how well their doing at this one company.
You get the idea to sublty ask if they can put a good word in for you.
Next thing you know,
you're working entry level at a compnay that can take you places.

You know,
you'd think you could get around on your own merit and credentals.
But sometimes the wackest people get the best jobs
cause they have the best connects.
Meanwhile, you got mad skills and still living in yo momma basement.
Not to say all people with success are the wack ones,
cause some of them are fucking geniuses.
They are the ones that can make it on their own
...and their the ones that help you out in times of need.

But you know...
there is a way to get by on your own merit and get the right hookups.
It's called interning. Haha.
I'm tryna get my internship in line for next semester.
It sucks though, cause my carless/license-less ass can't get to any off campus internships,
so I gotta manage with the ones here at Loyola.
But, I plan to make the best of it,
learn what I can, see if the people in charge can get my name out there to anyone else and see what happens.
Gonna be putting on my best nigga shuffle and manners,
brown nosing like a mug to seem the best and reliable
so they think highly of me.
Because remember,
it's who you know.

Word.

Warmer and Warmer

I’ve never been one for unnecessary caffeine,
but for some reason Dearest has put the wedding gift to use, for once.
She sets the warm liquid on the stand beside the bed.
I awaken to its aroma.
I marvel at the ring left behind as I raise the mug to my mouth.
It couldn’t have been sitting there longer than two minutes.
I examine the surface of the stand closer and find two additional rings,
laid out as if I found a secret stamp at Disneyland.
Two more and we got the Olympics!
I chuckle aloud, yet manage not to scold myself.
Scold. Why does that word ring so loud in my head?
Why is my head ringing at all? A scent now accompanies the stiffness of the coffee,
one I’ve been attempting to ignore for weeks, one of unfamiliar musk and grass.
I allow the mug to rest on the stand as I leave my bed.
Rushing to leave the presence of this ill feeling,
I forgo the shower and put on the suit I wore yesterday,
I walk out of the bedroom, into the hall,
past the kitchen to hear the Doll call after me as I attempt to avoid her.
I’ll leave the Dame to her household duties.
If we can’t be clean, then at least the house should be.
As I open the door to depart, there’s the young gardener,
shirt barely buttoned,
muscles protruding,
shears in hand.
All of a sudden this summer day feels cold.


Just another through back poem for you all to enjoy.
Copyrighted to the fullest!
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Reality TV

Upon their conception,
reality shows seemed like a good idea.
Why not give people a chance to tell their story?
Why not see how people live on the day to day?
But somewhere along the way,
things took a turn.

The earliest reality show I can think of is MTV's Real World.
7 teens and 20-somethings live in a house in a popular city
coming together from all parts of the country
to show what happens when people stop being polite
and starting getting... "real".
It's been a ride of drama and foolishness ever since.

The next big hit would have to be CBS's Survivor.
It was here that reality took a stretch.
Putting people on an island like they're stranded...
but then giving them challenges for "immunity"
so they can stay stranded. Haha.
Here people's ugly side comes out,
because now money is involved.
They lied, they cheated...
they formed alliances... oooo.
Which they would only break in the long run.

It wasn't long before dating reality shows came along.
The Bachellor was on of the stand outs, easily.
But it was no where near as entertaining as the shows that followed,
especially on VH1.
Flava Flav started it all.
It was ridiculous how many good lookin ghetto girls he had fightin over him.
It only made it better that he nicknamed them all such slutty names.
Then, after being rejected twice by him,
Tiffany Pollard aka New York got her own show.
Soon Bret Michaels got his own show.
And soon more and more spinsoff came along,
like Real Chance of Love, Daisy of Love,
New York Goes To Hollywood,
and my favorite For the Love of Money.
It's kinda like Real World vs Road World,
where drama, dating, and money collide.
Aw, it's a fuckfeast of amusing shit.

Now, it's okay that these minor celebrites have their own shows.
They have nothing better to do than try to rebulit their image.
But recent Diddy and Ray J have been on their reality show grind.
You can tell that they struggling,
Ray J more so than Diddy.
Diddy does likes to punk people around on TV.
Rather it be Making Da Band, Making His Band, or I Wanna Work for Diddy.
This is beginning to be a problem.
Correction: this has long been a problem.

As the days goes by,
more and more TV is scheduled with "reality" shows.
But shocking conclusion though:
These shows aren't reality anymore!
They are fabrication of what some people wish to be real.
They should no longer be called reality.
They should be called what they are.
People Acting Idiotic for the Camera shows
or PAIC shows for short. [pronounced pee-ah-ik]

Now..
Yes, I do watch these shows.
I'm not saying their bad, persay.
But they are a mockery of the human experience.
And that's why I watch them. Haha.

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Black Face, White Face

So... this Halloween
I dressed as a white guy, right.
More specifically,
I was Dave Chappelle as Chuck Taylor,
a white newscaster he played on his show.
I had my fake microphone,
my blue blazer,
my chuck taylors on my feet,
my blonde wig,
and of course white facepaint all over my face and neck.

Let me tell you about my experience.
Of course,
my friends, white guys, all liked my costume.
I kinda got the idea from them.
They're all pretty cool.
Then a few white girls came over.
I'm pretty sure I creeped them out,
they didn't look me in the face or even in my general direction the whole time we were in the room.
Then we went out.

When we arrived on the scene,
I received more looks.
People would often see me and immediately look away.
I got a few people who asked me who I was supposed to be.
Because I didn't feel like explaining it all,
I simply said I was a white newscaster.
The person would nod and walk away.
I didn't get any props for more costume.
Well, except from one guy who screamed,
"Hey, you're a white guy!"

I did see one guy in black face,
but it was actually brown.
He was rasta.

When I returned back on campus
and saw a few other friends,
they gave me props for my costume.

I don't know.
I feel like I may have offended the white folks while I was out.
Obviously, I don't care.
It was actually done to see how they would act.
I did put on a stereotypical white voice,
speakin all proper and what not,
commenting on lude acts as a disgrace,
making a few mildly racist comments.
I also danced awkwardly and requested for cous cous to eat.

I was simply performing a sort of modern day ragtag.
If I had seen someone out in legit blackface this Halloween,
I might have wanted to fight,
but I would have gone up to him and interviewed him with my mike.
I really wish I had.

To me though,
one race dressing as another race is just like
a guy dressing as a woman for Halloween.
Is it not?

Obviously, I wanna hear what you have to say on the matter.
Black, white, brown, yellow, red, whatever.
What do you think about someone being something they clearly aren't?
Let me know.

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