life = sucks.

so heres my update on life, because im so not dead.
school sucks.
crew sucks.
people suck.
boys suck.
the parental units suck.
allergies suck.
everything sucks, lol!
but i love life to the fullest extent.

more posts and life feelings soon, when i have time..

hiatus!

i need to focus on school and crew for a good 30 to 40 more days. soo i wont be posting as often..

ooh, and i got an 86 and 100 on my chem essay, which i totally bs'ed :)

two fingers!

the truth.

so i write poetry, stories, my thoughts, etc. (anything that i feel that needs to be written down). soo, i was extra excited when hbo decided to bring this show forward. being a poet, i was intrigued by these kids my age who tell their pain in a powerful and deep manner. this is my new addiction, and b. yung is the face of def poetry. i have my eye on him, he is very mysterious and misunderstood. i really like that.

b. yung - change.

hbo's brave new voices episode one.

alysia - that girl.

what in the world..

smh.

smh..

smh, what was she thinking?
this is NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT cute.
but whatever, its her head.
lls, attention getter all the way.

got mad laughs.

my mans.

"According to one commentar, "This is the most powerful photo in the series. Remember they are not supposed to shake hands, but the two brothers couldn't resist the historic moment. The black royal cop never imagined in his wildest dream that he would usher a black American president into the British corridors of power. Nice.""

chester french.

"jacques jams, vol. 1: endurance" click here for download!

i have been waiting for this for weeks, and it’s finally here. star trak’s newest signees, rockstars chester french, brings us a mixtape, free album just two weeks before their debut drops in stores everywhere.

so i lied.

im addicted to this thing.
and this dumb person is prolly sleep, and forgot to text me back.

ugh, rough day.
not really, but still.

got up at 6freaking30 this morning to get my hair braided.
umm, spring break?! i dont get up that early on spring break.
soo, i got there around 8, finished by 330, and completely starved.

after that, i chilled out and went grocery shopping, not really, but still.
read my 7teen and essence magazines twice, cause i was bored.
ehh, movies came around, ate popcorn, drank diet coke, all that jazz.
dont tell the coach i was drinking dark soda, soda at that.
home, cranked gogo once again, as always, in the car, ipod, room.

computer time,
facebook,
myspace,
blogger,
concreteloop,
blackle/google.
download music.

boys confuse the h e double hockeyyy sticks out of me.
truly.

old downloads.
ciara - kiss my swag / pucker up.
dj class - im the ish f. kanye west.
(trey songz & dupri wasnt hype like kw, no dr.)

okay, im done..
goodnight! peace and blessings.

of the day..

this is my last post.
check this:
love the homes drake, kinda dislike weezy.
hes getting old / tiring / fake.


in my city - promise f. drake.
click here!

que asco.

she needs a freaking bra on, smh.
pr stunt, all day.