Rambles

Been a while since I flexed my fingers on the keyboard.

Besides stating the obvious, I fell like its time for an update.

I've seen plenty of things to do or not to do in the club, on a date, at work, etc. Bloggers are always giving the readers a list of things, usually commical, that will put them in the cool club. Looking at these lists, I'm surely entertaining but the more I laughed at some of the examples the more I started to think "hmmmm, change a few minor details and that could be me."



HA!! Here I am laughing at other people and the sickening realization that someone might have been picturing me when they read it. But a thought that usually follows "oh well".

Im not the most care free person, I'm probably pretty anal retentive, but sometimes I just sit and laugh about things that at the time seemed so embarassing that they would end my world.

Just random ramblings....

BE at Peace!!!

Poem Time

So, It's getting cold outside and I thought about some old poetry I wrote. Oh the lonesomeness of it all...

I wrote this one August 2008. Agh, young heartbreak, enjoy or not...no matter. Its all venting:

It’s the same for everyone.

His words used to be sweet
Now they are sour.
His kisses taste bitter.
His sayings used to woo me, Sweet, strong words from a street scholar
Covered in young lust and true interest:
Him for me and Me for him.

Now his smile eludes me,
His laugh that used to intoxicate me, now sounds foreign and rough.
The things I loved most about him, my heart has learned to hate, for its own protection.

Now all of the pretty wrapping is ripped away and there are just those sultry words
And me, here,
With those words inside my heart and they wont leave my thoughts.
So I am here exposed and confused.
I am hurt and I am angry, like only a woman scorned can be.

This is my burden to carry,
For wearing my heart on my sleeve.
But now it is there for the world to see, all of the scars and bruises: captured in its icy frame.
Cold, Dark, and solid, like stone.
Nothing else, no other man, can melt it, mold it, or break it.

In my biggest moment of weakness, it is made strong.

The Bad and the Ugly

My always interesting ride on the public transit is to thank for today's post.

We have all been the entertained and sometimes alarmed third party in an awkward phone conversation. We usually decide how to respond depending on the pieces of the conversation that we can understand and decipher while sitting near by or in passing. We might even want to hear the conversation. But for every handful of truely entertaining conversations we come across, there is always that one that we could have gone to the grave without. My personal pick: The Unprotected Phone Sex Conversation.


Last night was my most recent experience as the above "alarmed third party". Long story short some loud ( I wasn't the only one turning around) average looking guy in the back of the bus continues on with a conversation involving someone named TiTi, a possible nickname for them ( which he said he couldn't comment on while on the bus) and some act that he also couldn't do because he was on the bus "in the middle of the road" and there wasn't "enough room" for that.

W...T...F

I think each person "caught" participating in the act that I was unfortunate enough to be apart of last night should be brought up on criminal charges, maybe something like indecent exposure, hell anything to save my ears next time.

Rainy Day Ramblings

Contrary to popular belief, the library on campus stays packed, on any given evening and on Sundays! After huffing and puffing up the stairs and weaving by slow-pokes in the way, I make it to an available computer. Even better, its working today!

I'm one paragraph into a seven page paper. I have one window open, 6 tabs, three of which are Youtube pages. I'm thinking about everything but my paper, looking at some of the books, and then it hits me: what a COMPLETE waste of time it was learning how to use the card catalog back in elementary!

Random I know, but seriously, when was the last time you had to pull out a drawer about two inches deep filled with beige cards, and search through them to find a book you wanted? Right. The only time you have to even touch paper in the library is when you've found the book you were looking for!

Point of the story: I want that hour we spent in the fifth grade learning how to use the card catalog, that was all but obsolete years later, back. Time for recess.

Salute

If you've ever experienced your city's public transit system, you've no doubt come across the bus driver worthy of his own "Real men of Genius" commercial. His name, Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver.

Sliding in your seat ( because who needs a seat belt on a 15 ton vehicle when it reaches over 50 mph, eh?) and feeling the driver accelerate while turning the corner then punching the break can only be entertaining in retrospect. Why? Because Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver is black.

The comedy of it all: the man is clearly taking extreme steps to dispel the myths of colored people time everywhere he goes. My life almost being lost in the process seems insignificant to the greater mission.

I salute you, Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver.

Economy at the Bus Station

After a total of 11 1/2 hours of waiting around for the next bus to come in, I finally got it: The economy sucks.

I've always been able to walk into the local greyhound office , buy a ticket about 40-30 minutes in advance and then hop on the next bus leaving Columbia or KC. Last Friday was a reality check. I came to the local station in my typical hurried fashion ready to buy my ticket and wait, only to be told that not only is the incoming bus full ( and late) but that their are already people in front of me waiting for an opening. Damn...

Luckily 15 minutes of waiting, overhearing an awkward conversation and casual flirting later, I got on the bus.

Fast-forward to Sunday.

Same routine, worse outcome. I get to the KC station to find out that the bus is again full and this time there are 15 people ahead of me and instead of 15 minutes, I have an 11 hour wait and the ticket person is a female.
Double Damn...

Though the moral of the story should be to plan ahead it is not, because that would make all of this my own fault and that just wont do. Fact of the matter is there are too many people opting for the bus instead of flying because of the crappy economy.

Economy, get well soon. Cause whatever illness you've got is kicking my ass too.

Sincerely,

sleep-deprived and sore

In the beginning

As my first official post, I feel it is necessary to point out that this blog is basically an elongated comment.

I read a small variety ( oxy-moronish?) of black blogs, check out the I Follow section, and when they spark something that requires a response of more than a few sentences, I will post them here.

Once in a while, this blog will turn into a "What I saw Today" or "What is Wrong/Right With the World" piece but it is by no means a professional outlet.

Enjoy!