Textbook Love by Fleet Foxes.

Alice.

Pachuca Sunrise.

Pachuca Sunrise by Minus the Bear

One of my favourite songs of all time.

Trippy...

And I love it.

Welcome to Heartbreak

by

Kanye West feat. Kid Cudi

Kid Cudi was tasered a couple of days ago by the way.

At an All Star Game after party, thrown by Reebok.

The altercation was concieved 

on account of Cudi insisting to wear 

Jordans to perform.

...LOL

"Nothing Like This."

Screenshot from Kanye West's third version of the Flashing Light video.

Your mother is so dumb 

she thought fruit punch was a gay boxer. 

So yesterday was Valentine's Day.

I've never acknowledged  it.

So I didn't really care.

I celebrated it with a few friends.

Food and lots of Conversation as usual.

From deep conversation comes the understanding of self.

Kinda.

Well to me it is.

Whatever.

Anyway.

I've realized that I do love when people are their own person.

When they say no to things.

When they have their own style.

Listen to their own music.

I love it.

I strive to do so.

That's the only thing I try to do.

And I realized I'm going to blog in the morning.

And I also realized that I don't like things that are subliminal.

And that when I mention someones name in this blog. 

I'm going to use first name and the initial of their last name. 

Families should be left out.

I also realized that I don't like Drake's mixtape.

Crap.

This is what I expected. This is what caught my attention.

Think Good Thoughts - Drake

Anita Baker!?

You're not getting it.

Yous don't understand...

...I'll move on.

Next Subject.

Final Thought.

In reference to the title of my post.

J. Dilla died on February the 10th, 2006.

I didn't mention it here. 

Everyone did on their blogs.

But I'm pretty sure I payed tribute to him.

I listen to Dilla everyday.

Everyday. 

It's One of My Favourite Songs of All Time.

Nothing Like This by J Dilla

KTHNXBYE.

"chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed."

Obama in College via. thedogonsociety.com

No Worries.

Before I forget. 

S. McCants Jr.

This reminded me of you:

I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust.

Since we haven't been able to speak to on another. 

I'll just blog most of the things I'd like to tell you.

And since I usually let you do the talking

this will be brief.

I'm getting used to my camera now. 

I know how to take pictures at night

using the street light as the lighting.

But the only thing I don't like about my camera is

 how it captures everything a little too well.

I want it to see things the way I do.

I feel like I'm in the perfect mood to skate.

I feel frustrated.

I need to wake up.

My SkullCandy headphones broke.

And I can't find the box with the serial number.

Fifty Dollars down the drain.

I went to the doctors yesterday.

Before I cleaned Jesse (the Jeep).

The weather was so nice, that I parked far away from the hospital

and just walked.

The doctor told me I was fine.

And now. Today. I have a sore throat.

Irony.

And while I was waiting for the doctor to come in. 

I heard one of the nurses call for one of the next kids to be examined...

"Pegasus."

I had Drawing I today.

5 min.

I think I'm getting better. But, 

The shading on the bottom of the cylinder is wrong.

And. Lastly.

I forgot to play this song for you.

Lifetime by Mos Def

Fin.

Golden.

"...But imaginations do that.

Let me use the example as a woman of an analogy. Me and my ex-wife wouldn’t get along, you know. So she would go somewhere and I would think to myself 'Where the fuck is this bitch at, what is she doing? Who is she with?' I could think of a thousand things she’s doing. But she only did one thing: She went to the fucking grocery store. That’s life yo." 

-RZA

Full Interview.

Blogging from CCRI

Alright.
Community College Woes.

This campus is kind of big.
I have to wake up extra early to get here.
Park a tad bit far from the building.
I get lost very easily.
Found out that my spanish class decided to switch rooms the day I was absent.
I went to the wrong class today.
I forgot I had an hour break.
So here I am.
(///_-)
Whatever.
Here's something to listen to.

CuDi Spazzin - KiD CuDi

I'm in love with the break down.

In. Love.

"Morning she rush for my touch, this is about lust."

@1:22

Amazing.

People Are Talking.

People are talking.

In reference to me.

I'm a nobody.

Surprised me.

Boosted my Ego.

Vogue Italia

February 2004

via. Foto Decadent

Download.

In my Intro to Business class today. I learned that the generation I was born into are called the Eco-Boomers. 

Which means, we have extra cash lying around for frivolous items.

We seek over indulgence and instantant gratification.

Ciao.

Taking It Easy.

I'm not gonna give you the run down of what happened this long holiday vacation. Frankly it's kind of personal, and I kinda need the stories as conversation starters.

Suddenly everyone has a blog.

???

I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'.

But this is mine. So let's get back to it.

Class starts back up tomorrow. Lucky me, I booked an 8 AM class. -_-

Good thing it's drawing 'cuz I'm not sure how I would manage. 

But besides getting up early for class, I have to get up early to take the 5 inches of snow off my car and put some gas in it. 

Boom. 

Next problem. 

I have the sickness.

The kissing disease.

My tonsils are huge. I have a temperature. My breathe stinks. I'm tired. I sound like Biggie.

Next.

I saw Notorious online. 

No. I didn't pay. Heard through the grapevine it was wack.

It was... Okay.

Too cute for me. 

Charli wasn't even in the damn thing. Didn't even mention her. I mean c'mon. You want me to pay ten and change and you're not gonna tell it all!?

I'm good.

Nyq. If you're reading this, I'm sorry I didn't take you. I got chu still.

I'm a minimalist. So this is pushing it. I'm Done.

Queens Get The Money.

"Do I look New York with my leather jacket on?"

Probably not. 

I'm not good at blending in. No music. No downloads. No time. 

Just pictures.

By the way. The radio out here is crazed. Last night they were spinning a good half hour of nothing but Jay-Z, 

and not like Big Pimpin' and Jockin' Jay-Z, 

but like Ignorant Shit, Guns & Roses, and Hovi Baby. 

It was good.

And while I was in the city I saw Gran Tourino.

Best movie I've seen in the movie theater.

Well. That I can remember.

(///_-)

I can't stop listening to this song.

Ughhhbdjfnkdfnlkfgbg.

Get Off (Prod. Diplo) - Blaqstarr

Heartless.

Who's Gonna Save My Soul Now?

by Gnarls Barkley

Download #3

As of right now. This is

My Favourite Rapper.

Swagger Jackson's Revenge

Download.

Download #2

Formatmag.com and Melo-X's

Futurama Mixtape

I haven't heard the whole thing yet. But I did listen to the track by Wiz Kahlifa on there. The song sampled is Stop, Look, Listen to Your Heart by The Stylistics. I love that song. Plus Formatmag.com is legit. So this mixtape might be alright. 

Download.

If you don't like it, delete it.

Fresh Jones.

Loquacious.
-An adjective.
-Pronounced Low Kw Aye Shus
-Synonomous with the word Talktive.

I am not loquacious.

I didn't know how to start this post so I though a random word could do the trick. So. No one has been blogging. Neither have I. Frankly, I've been busy with school work. I hate school. To some degree. The people are nice. The classes are easy. But I need instant gratification. Instant. Gratification. Spontaneity. Excitement. and my Jeep vacuumed.


The Police.Po-Po's.Pigs.Jakes.5-0
What have you. Have been running rampid. Trying to fill their quota.





Whatelse.
Oh yes. My issue. I have an issue.

The end of the semester has been a little rough on me. I let things get out of hand.

A tornado hit my living quarters and it bothers the hell out of me. So I just keep the light off and stumble around everything, if I need to find something.

It bothers me when I look at that.

Or this. 

Shaq...

But it was on MadTV so that makes it okay.

And for those of you on a computer. I bear gifts.

-A few songs off of Common's Universal Mind Control
Inhale
Gladiator
What A World feat. Chester French

Fin.

A Fit. A Track.

(One of my favourite outfits and one of my favourite songs of all time.)

On Repeat.