The Consig Says...
I mean, I know dreams are supposed to feel real, but damn! I'm tired of being bamboozled into thinking that I'm really an All-Star athlete, a porn star, in love, or walking on the Moon. Damn Dream, with his happy silver shoes and gloves. Grrrr...
This particular night.. I had an enjoybale sleep, I think, until the dream started...
Sharp happens to make Sidekicks, my phone, and there is a scroll ball on the phone that may stop working after lots and lots of using. My phone has begun to stop scrolling up! I can't scroll to things above where my cursor is, to other text, i can't scroll upwards to links. It's terrible! I pay too much for this phone already, even though its like the world in your palm.
This dream gave me the FREEDOM to finally scroll up again! Whooo, it felt so good. It was like experiencing your first kiss with each scroll up I took.
Smoooooch
Smoooooch
Smoooooch.. Delicious... I was free to go whereever I pleased again...Until
You guessed it, the dream stopped was done, finished, and I came off of my high Seabiscuit.
Upon waking up, I grabbed my Sidekick, and attempted to scroll up..Only to scroll and not be able to move anywhere on the page, or in my Sidekick.. :-(
Why won't the trackballs start to work again!!! Ahhhhh, the horror...the agonyyyyyy!!!
I'm coming for you Sharp!!!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Relationships...A Mistake Made At The Door Of Them...
(In 50 Cent Voice) Ok Okay Okaayyyyy...In the beginning of relations/getting to know someone that you like its easy to get lost in translation. Again, with lack of a flashlight, a match, a cell phone, anything with a slight example of illumation. Shit, at that point im sure most people wished they attended Hogwarts. I'd pull out a BIC Pen and say Lumos! But NO! That's not the case here, its real life.
You can get real deep with your bare hands, fuck coppin' a shovel. For What? You've gotten this far with him/her. You feel like things are going right. You know what you want. You want a girl, or a man to call your own, a relationship. Just to feel attatched to someone. This person, feels right. He/she is talking, saying the right things, doing the right actions. You're feeling them and they're feeling you. You can't go wrong.
The Error Lies...
In the fact that you've only known this person for a week at most. You've seen him/her around a couple times, and now, finally, you guys are together. Tongue in tongue, in a totally conversational way, but it's just a little bit tooooooo soon. Fools rush in. Fools rush in. Fools rush in. The whole situation is fools gold. If you put this situation underwater, it would look just like the Silver Surfer. He likes you, but not that much. She likes you, but, not that much. Kiddo, you've kidded yourself. Your parents might as well have named you Jason, whether boy or girl. Once the wrong thing is said by the person you're talking to, all interest is lost, or they lose interest in you once you've said the wrong thing. All the smiles are gone, the balloons are deflated. That big Times Square-like "You're A Winner" sign seems to have been blown up by The Joker. He laughs, but aint SHIT funny!
I mean you felt really good about this, just to have it all removed so abrubtly. Then you droop down to that point where you're whispering under your breath, "Damn. What happened?"
It just wasn't meant to be. It was a lesson thrown to you. Don't rush in to things. Take your time. It's like a perfect basketball jumpshot. The ball needs rotation. In the beginnin, aim to get to know how someone is instead of aiming to get them. They aint goin nowhere.
It was nice talking to you, but we will talk again. It's no rush. You can be a fool when you're in love. But it's awful to be a fool when your in like. There is a trap door ahead of your path to take that step.
Learning when and how to call a good first time quits is a must. If the end is prolonged, then that first date or conversation may end worse, much worse than expected. Life is no fairytale. Most glass slippers only exist in strip clubs.
(In Denzel Washington Voice) You don't want that. I Don't want that.
You can get real deep with your bare hands, fuck coppin' a shovel. For What? You've gotten this far with him/her. You feel like things are going right. You know what you want. You want a girl, or a man to call your own, a relationship. Just to feel attatched to someone. This person, feels right. He/she is talking, saying the right things, doing the right actions. You're feeling them and they're feeling you. You can't go wrong.
The Error Lies...
In the fact that you've only known this person for a week at most. You've seen him/her around a couple times, and now, finally, you guys are together. Tongue in tongue, in a totally conversational way, but it's just a little bit tooooooo soon. Fools rush in. Fools rush in. Fools rush in. The whole situation is fools gold. If you put this situation underwater, it would look just like the Silver Surfer. He likes you, but not that much. She likes you, but, not that much. Kiddo, you've kidded yourself. Your parents might as well have named you Jason, whether boy or girl. Once the wrong thing is said by the person you're talking to, all interest is lost, or they lose interest in you once you've said the wrong thing. All the smiles are gone, the balloons are deflated. That big Times Square-like "You're A Winner" sign seems to have been blown up by The Joker. He laughs, but aint SHIT funny!
I mean you felt really good about this, just to have it all removed so abrubtly. Then you droop down to that point where you're whispering under your breath, "Damn. What happened?"
It just wasn't meant to be. It was a lesson thrown to you. Don't rush in to things. Take your time. It's like a perfect basketball jumpshot. The ball needs rotation. In the beginnin, aim to get to know how someone is instead of aiming to get them. They aint goin nowhere.
It was nice talking to you, but we will talk again. It's no rush. You can be a fool when you're in love. But it's awful to be a fool when your in like. There is a trap door ahead of your path to take that step.
Learning when and how to call a good first time quits is a must. If the end is prolonged, then that first date or conversation may end worse, much worse than expected. Life is no fairytale. Most glass slippers only exist in strip clubs.
(In Denzel Washington Voice) You don't want that. I Don't want that.
Red Stop Sign In A Blue Dress...
I, ahem..I have this, crush..she's rather close, rather far..beautiful to my taste. But like many things..too much of her on my tongue mayyyyy just..get me sick. I love her distance. I love her shape. I love her mind the most. Or should I say im in love with this these things. It's hard to stop thinking about her, especially when writing. In a woman, she represents this, awesome, Power, that a business woman, or a CEO should have. But she dresses regular, doesn't show out her outfits, doesn't even wear much make up. Her hair is always did nice though.
But I think, it's the lips she has. No no no, not those. I mean the lips on her face. These lips release the words that make me sit, listen to, hear. I feel like "Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump." I listen to what she says, but I can't hear it. Her presence over takes everything. Her image and aura shine brighter than I would if I were really a piece of jewelry. And her voice is so serene. Like a mother before she's a mother. Not to mention her sense of humor. Also one of the many things that attracts me to her. She'll look at me sometimes, sitting in my chair, in my "Don-Vito-like" position, and say "Why you so serious and quiet?" And I always wanna respond with something smart. But it's like the cartoon where someone is holding someone elses tongue. I wanna reply and say: "It's you sexy," you know, somethin real Max Julien like, but she stops all that. She might as well be a Red Stop Sign In a Blue Dress. One day however, I'll break through, and put a smile on her face to reveal them pearls behind them pursy lips of hers. And I can't wait, because I know that smile will be mind..All. Mine.
But I think, it's the lips she has. No no no, not those. I mean the lips on her face. These lips release the words that make me sit, listen to, hear. I feel like "Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump." I listen to what she says, but I can't hear it. Her presence over takes everything. Her image and aura shine brighter than I would if I were really a piece of jewelry. And her voice is so serene. Like a mother before she's a mother. Not to mention her sense of humor. Also one of the many things that attracts me to her. She'll look at me sometimes, sitting in my chair, in my "Don-Vito-like" position, and say "Why you so serious and quiet?" And I always wanna respond with something smart. But it's like the cartoon where someone is holding someone elses tongue. I wanna reply and say: "It's you sexy," you know, somethin real Max Julien like, but she stops all that. She might as well be a Red Stop Sign In a Blue Dress. One day however, I'll break through, and put a smile on her face to reveal them pearls behind them pursy lips of hers. And I can't wait, because I know that smile will be mind..All. Mine.
Love Is Serious, How Much Do You Want It?
Why do so many young women feel the need to be in love? High school and undergraduates are just, searching high and low for that someone to call their own and put a ring on it. Hey! Not everyone is Beyonce! from 15 to 24, the average male or female are still exploring themselves and getting to know themselves better. If you take a quick search on social networking sites, you'll see more than enough young women "In Love" with their "hubby," or saying "I Love Him," or so-and-so loves so-and-so, and stating the month, day, and year their relationship started. Ok, comme on now. Does everyone have to be looking for love? I'm not saying that its fine to be all willy nilly and wild, but something serious as love should stay as something serious. Young people are beginning to mistake love for infatuation, strong attraction and lust. Notice the differences, I say. It's easier to hold off from fueling Kleenex's rankings through the discharged tears from abrubtly ended relationships. Most likely caused from guys breaking up with the girl, the girl catching the guy cheating, the guy telling the girl off, the girl being used for sex when she "thought" she was in a committed relationship. It's easier to wake up and smell the Folgers and say, hey, does he (or she) really love me?
How has he (or she) proven this to be a fact?
How have I proven that I really do love him, (or her)?
I'm sure these questions run through the mind of someone involved in a relationship, but they may never come to fruition because one may be scared or timid to address it. At a young age, it's easier to say what someone doesn't want, rather than what they really do want in a relationship. What they may want to gain, learn, achieve by being in a relationship and really being able to notice whether or not they are in love.
It's cool to give the relationship thing a try, but it's not cool to try, and try, and try having sooooo many different relationships, looking for someone to put a ring on, at 18, and with no success. Now just isn't the time. Have fun, enjoy yourself. Date! Crushes will come and go like the wind. Some people might as well be inside of compactors because of how they treat their significant others.
Again, a good time is what life should be about at this age. Love can wait. Don't look for it.
How has he (or she) proven this to be a fact?
How have I proven that I really do love him, (or her)?
I'm sure these questions run through the mind of someone involved in a relationship, but they may never come to fruition because one may be scared or timid to address it. At a young age, it's easier to say what someone doesn't want, rather than what they really do want in a relationship. What they may want to gain, learn, achieve by being in a relationship and really being able to notice whether or not they are in love.
It's cool to give the relationship thing a try, but it's not cool to try, and try, and try having sooooo many different relationships, looking for someone to put a ring on, at 18, and with no success. Now just isn't the time. Have fun, enjoy yourself. Date! Crushes will come and go like the wind. Some people might as well be inside of compactors because of how they treat their significant others.
Again, a good time is what life should be about at this age. Love can wait. Don't look for it.
What's Really Ticking Me Off...Part I
The Consig Says...
BESTIE!
I just....can not seem to get it through my head how popular this shame of a word has become. Mayyyyyybe, its cool amongst the younger folk, say..16 and under, but anything about that is a lot extravagant, not even a little. Almost everywhere I go on the internet, even from the horses mouths in the piblic, I hear it, read it.. Bestie, bestie bestie. Hey, I'm in college! I shouldn't be hearing people 20 years-old and older saying "I just came from hanging out with my bestie, you want to meet her later?" Ahhhhhhh..it gives me the creeps. You'd think that the Cryptkeeper from Tales From The Crypt said it everytime. Id rather jump out of a window than hear it again.
I don't know, maybe Paris Hilton did start this madness, but she's not neaaaarly the brightest crayon in Crayola box. How do people move on to following this, this, this childish speech? I would rather hear someone in one of my courses at school saying that they're going to color later than say "I love my Bestie!" Just look at it. Take a good, hard look at the word. If there are glasses on your face, push 'em up closer to your pupils. If you're wearing contacts, blink twice for a higher claritiy if it helps. "Bestie." Hmm...this just something that doesn't belong in the mouths of young adults. After the Sweet Sweet 16th birthday, that word should be banned from your mouth for good!! That's if you may have said it of course.
Jay-Z says Death Of Autotune..Well I say Death To The Word Bestie!!!
BESTIE!
I just....can not seem to get it through my head how popular this shame of a word has become. Mayyyyyybe, its cool amongst the younger folk, say..16 and under, but anything about that is a lot extravagant, not even a little. Almost everywhere I go on the internet, even from the horses mouths in the piblic, I hear it, read it.. Bestie, bestie bestie. Hey, I'm in college! I shouldn't be hearing people 20 years-old and older saying "I just came from hanging out with my bestie, you want to meet her later?" Ahhhhhhh..it gives me the creeps. You'd think that the Cryptkeeper from Tales From The Crypt said it everytime. Id rather jump out of a window than hear it again.
I don't know, maybe Paris Hilton did start this madness, but she's not neaaaarly the brightest crayon in Crayola box. How do people move on to following this, this, this childish speech? I would rather hear someone in one of my courses at school saying that they're going to color later than say "I love my Bestie!" Just look at it. Take a good, hard look at the word. If there are glasses on your face, push 'em up closer to your pupils. If you're wearing contacts, blink twice for a higher claritiy if it helps. "Bestie." Hmm...this just something that doesn't belong in the mouths of young adults. After the Sweet Sweet 16th birthday, that word should be banned from your mouth for good!! That's if you may have said it of course.
It's a word that just makes someone who may be intelligent otherwise, seem soo much more immature, and for guys, I hate to sound sexist, but it also sounds and looks feminine. It's like one of those things that females can do that we can't. Like how they can sit in between each others legs and comb their hair, and guys can't sit in a room and say, "Yo dude, you know you're my Bestie, right?" Once again..the chills crawl up my spine..and I get the shakin' like a fresh Bill Cosby bowl 'o Jello!
I just wanna relax. I'd rather this word be abolished as a whole. A Whole! Jay-Z says Death Of Autotune..Well I say Death To The Word Bestie!!!
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