We Did It, We Did It

Yes...
I just quoted Dora the Explorer.
Big whoop.
Wanna fight about it?
Haha.

Guess what, listeners.
I blogged all through February.
28 blogs in a row,
what you know bout that?

I'm not gonna lie,
it was hard to put something up somedays,
as some of you might have gathered.
But I pushed through my busy schedule
or lack of creativity to give you that dopeness [no ego].

If anything,
it showed me that I can actually
get things done when I have a passion for them.
I mean, in all honesty,
sometimes I put the Monologues before my homework.
That's crazy, but it's true.
I mean,
people tend to do what they love to do
before they do things that they have to do.
Like right now.
I'm starving like a bum,
but instead of cooking,
I'm writing.
Now, I could be doing both...
but my multitasking abilities aren't that on point. Haha

Anyway,
what's your passion?
Do you even know what it is?
Find it, and do it.
Take it from me.
It will makr you happy beyond belief.
Word.

Hip Hop vs Rap

Is there really a difference between the two?

Personally,
I think there is.
Hip hop is more concious, self aware.
It tells a story or uplifts us.
Rap is more about self glory and
claiming superiority over others.

Rap music is a better for jamming out at a party.
Hip hop is more something you sit back in your room with and vibe out to.
No one really wants to think
when they're at a party.
They just want to chill and have a good time.

For personal preference,
I like hip hop better.
I mean, I try to be as socially aware as possible,
and hip hop offers insight into certian issues.
With rap,
it's more about the hustle, which I can't relate to;
it's about gettin bitches, which I can't relate to;
it's about stunting like it's a habit; which... yeah, I can relate to.

I don't know,
hip hop is just more pleasing to my ears.
The beats and flow, ah magnificence.

But still,
the two are hard to distinguish from one another.
People often use the two as synonyms.
Artists often cross between the two as well,
connecting to a wider audience.

Hmm...
I'd like to discuss this topic at greater length,
but I'm afriad I have to go to work now.
Just wanted to blog now
because I doubt I'll have time to do it later.

As always,
please feel free to way in.
I value your opinion
as much as you value mines. [no ego]
Word.

Inappropiate, Sir

What exactly is inappropiate?
I mean, how do we as a society define it?
And why is it considered as such,
because of our standards?
Bcecause we've made something taboo?

Why can't a guy go up to a girl and give her breast a squeeze?
Because it invades her personal space,
not to mention it makes her feel like a piece of meat.

Why can't I curse around young child?
Because then they'll use it all the time
and will grow up to be "poor" members of society.

Why can't white people use the n-word?
Because it brings up too many painful memories for blacks
and they just don't say it cool, anyway.

So, I guess in a sense
things are considered inappropiate for a reason.
But in a world without this connotation...
my, could you imagine the horrors?

Gay people kissing on park benches.
Employees breaking into a song and dance routine at work.
Everyone wearing what they want to wear.
Mphm.
The horror.
The pure and utter horror.

You know me,
always the one to question why society functions the way it does.
I propose we have a day of no standards, when anything goes.
I wonder how we'd starting towards one another
when we no longer hold back.
Dream on, listeners.
Word.

The Conversations of Wacko & Snuff, EP1

My best friend and I often have late night conversations.
Minds out of the gutters please.
No, we just joke nonstop,
no matter how offensive the shit gets.
Case and point, this conversation we had a couple nights ago.
He’s Snuff,
And I, of course, am Wacko.
Enjoy.

Wacko: haha. what are you up to?

Snuff: chillin...prob bout 2 ssleep, u?

Wacko: [gasp]
sleep?
but.... but.. i thought we were off that haha
no, i'm bout to start a project
so it's better that you not be online

Snuff: lol

Wacko: cause i tend not to do shit else when i fuck around with you

Snuff: heeeyyy
wuts that supposed 2 mean??? :(

Wacko: you're niggeredly are distracting
your*
ways*
see
it's takin affect already

Snuff: oh
well
yeahh....thats true
lol

Wacko: my point exactly

Snuff: u still a bitch >.>

Wacko: i mean, obviously

Snuff: DiStRaCtInG dIsTrAcTiOnS !.!.!.!.!

Wacko: ......
ignorance

Snuff :D
u smiled
haha
possibly snickkered
lol

Wacko: i smiled
yeah
big whoop
wanna fight about it?

Snuff: >.>
actually...
no. im quite afraid of raging homosexuals

Wacko: as you should be
they are to be feared and beaten when they show signs of weakness

Snuff: haha
but i heard they like that -_-

Wacko: that's why you find pussy-shaped objects
or a Bible
they hate both equally

Snuff: >.>
so you hate pussy shaped priest applications?
correction. *deacon applications

Wacko: yes, this is correct
lil alter boys are fine, though

Snuff: ahhh
but of coourse
a rare delicacy
like a ripe banana
>.>
no pun intended
giggity

Wacko: do those eyes point in the direction of the nearest little boy i can rape?
i mean caress
i mean...
take to the park and treat to ice cream like a good uncle

Snuff: no, but they point to the nearest suspect male who is in the closet and swears hes a straight thug >.>

Wacko: even better!
that means i only get charged with rape

Snuff: well no, they tell u 2 suck their dick nd say ur gay 4 sucking it...but theyre still straight...

Wacko: lame
but yeah
that's when i rape them though
right?

Snuff: indeed
and tell them to take it like a man

Wacko: awesome
X-D

Wacko: for any watching special agents, this conversation is completely a joke between two niggas from jersey
that is all

Snuff: lol


Like I said, reckless.
Haha.
Word.

Broke vs Cheap

Please believe,
there is definitely a difference
between being broke and being cheap.
For example:

When you're broke, you treat your friends to Ramen.
When you're cheap, you treat your friends to directions to the nearest Taco Bell.

When you're broke, you know how to mix and match.
When you're cheap, you wear sweatpants to class everyday.

When you're broke, you will let the gas tank run on E.
When you're cheap, you will walk to the club.

When you're broke, you will take a date to free pancake day at ihop.
When you're cheap, you will make dinner for them.

When you're broke, you tell your kids Santa couldn't make it this year.
When you're cheap, you tell your kids Santa gave 1 gift for the whole house.

You see,
being cheap is an option;
being broke is a case of circumstance.
Do not look down upon broke people.
Help them out;
point them in the direction of a better job.
But for that cheap mothafucka,
make them pay for anything possible.
Secretly, they sitting on a goldmine.
But learn from them, too.
They know how to manage their money.

Me, myself,
I just happen to be broke somedays.
By no means am I cheap.
But if I don't have to pay for something,
dammit, I'm not gonna offer up cash.
But if you ask me to chip in,
yeah, I'll prob be one of the first to do so,
even if my pockets are a little lean.
That's just who I am.

So... who are you?
A broke nigga or a cheap nigga?
Word.

Out

Well... it's come to this.
In a sense, it's going back to the Monologues' beginning
Something inspired me to write about this.
I've been avoiding it for a while,
but well.... here it goes.

Coming out is never easy.

Some kids are lucky enough
to realize it as a kid.
I'm not really sure how that works.
I thought puberty was the real indicator for that.
But then again, I was chasing girls at the age of 4
so I guess it's possible.
Obviously, I wasn't as lucky.

I think that if you know as a kid,
usually others will realize it too.
The hazing and disrespect will start then,
and the immunity to the name calling will build.
By the time their grown,
coming won't will be an issue for them;
their struggle is more so teaching people
and helping others with their sexuality.

For those of us that had no idea,
or maybe even denied it,
coming out is a struggle.
For one,
we have to come out to ourselves first.
This is definitely the hardest part.
It took me a whole year to really accept it.
I just couldn't believe that a guy like myself
who found a girl in every grade to treat as my Topanga
could be gay or bi.

The next part is telling friends and family.
Friends first.
This is because friends come and go.
If they can't accept you for who you are,
then it's on to the next one.
However, this isn't always the case with family.
You know, you can't pick your family.
You can even try to run away from them,
but you'll always turn back to them.
I mean, not having your family accept you
is problem one of the biggest fears a person can have.
The relation a person has with their family,
especially their parents,
can dictate how they'll live the rest of their life.

Coming out to my friends was easy;
facebook took care of that for me.
(statuses: spreading the news faster than TMZ)
My family,
only select people know.
Actually only 3.
The rest of my family...
I want to wait until I can support myself to tell them.
Not that they'd cut me off, but I don't know for sure.
My dad... he's always talking about me having a son,
asking me what I'm goin to name him.
And his brother and mother,
always asking me how many girl friends I have now.
I feel like they know...
...but I won't confirm just yet.

Now, for some people,
coming out just doesn't seem an option.
They'd rather not have anyone know.
It has to deal with their image.
You see, sometimes people hold you in a certain light,
and the fear is that once they find out,
they'll treat you completely different.
I mean, I get it,
but I'd rather have people know the real me
and treat me as they would from there.

With that said,
I don't introduce myself like,
"Hi, I'm Charles. I'm gay."
No, not at all.
I shouldn't be defined like that.
And it's not necessarily everyone's business to know.
If they find out, then cool.

Lastly,
this one is for all.
Don't out someone.
If they're in the closet, let them stay there.
Sure, you can convince them to come out,
but don't badger them and make them feel bad.
Know when to let it go.
I'm pretty sure I know some gay kids who aren't out,
and I have to remind myself not to make reference to it
around other people because I don't know if they know too.

Overall,
coming out is a tricky thing.
I wish it was easier,
like if there was just a clear indicator to tell if someone was or not,
no more hiding, and hopefully no more ridicule.
But such is not the world we live in.
Beatings still happen to gays,
but that's a subject I know little about.
So I'll end here.
And wish all my fellow gays and lesbians
a safe journey until coming into their own.
Word.

Like A Melody in My Head

For some reason,
Adele's Melt My Heart to Stone
is on repeat in my head right now.
I listened to it earlier this week.
I love the song,
but I don't understand why it's stuck up there.
Also in rotation in my head is
Man Like Me by Beulah and
Take Me or Leave Me from the Rent soundtrack.
Of course, there have been other songs,
but those are the three that have been the most frequent.

Now, I'm aware that I'm not alone.
A few of my friends will randomly
start humming a few bars from a song
and break into singing the chorus later.
I can only stare at them
and share a laugh with them once they feel awkward about it.

Long ago,
before the days of iPods,
during the days when we ran out of cds or cassettes
to play on a bus ride
or when the batteries died in our Walkman,
we learned songs and played them in our heads.
For me, I usually played them when I got bored in class.
But since iPods,
hearing someone sing their favorite track sans accompaniment is rare.
At least before iPods
we knew the choruses and main lines if not whole verses to our favorite songs.
Now... ahn.
I think it's down to just the chorus and melody.

So why then have these songs embedded themselves in my head?

Often when we hear a song played over and over again,
they'll get stuck in our head,
even if we're not a big fan of the song ourselves.
Lord knows I was upset when I couldn't get I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T. by Webbie & Lil Boosie out of my head.
Dammit, it's playing in my head now.
I apoligize if I've done the same to you.
But, I suppose repetition does play a large role in it.

But the songs I've been playing in my head aren't popular,
at least at the monent.
They aren't singles on the radio.
Besides the Beulah track,
I learned of the songs a while ago.
So I ask again,
why are they stuck in my head?

Well, I think I've cracked the case.
I think it's an emotional thing.
Right now I'm connecting with these songs,
and they're speaking to me right now.
They're attempting to tell me something,
or perhaps they're simply extensions of my emotions.
You know, "they" say when you don't know how to say something,
you should sing it. [I feel like I've told you this before.]

Anyway,
pay attention to those songs that
pop up in your head out of no where.
Embrace them, learn them by heart.
And unlock the message they're delivering to you.
Word.