Dec. 3rd, 08 · 7:03 pm
Okay, 1995 was a hell of a year in my life. I was a freshman in high school. During the day, was busting out honors-level classes, playing varsity sports, singing in musicals (drama club) and being a perfect student. At night, I was running the streets with my friends, getting into all kinds of grown-folk trouble. Among my friends from back home, ’95 is notorious for many reasons.
1995 was also the year I got punched in the face for the first time. Here’s how it all went down:
First let me say that I really had nothing to do with the beef in the first place. I was friends with a girl I’ll call Consuela. We were tight since 5th grade. Anyway, Consuela had this neighbor and for some reason, they didn’t like each other very much. Her neighbor was a grown man, by the way. I guess the animosity between them escalated and he wanted to go after Consuela. However, being a grown man he couldn’t really step to her himself. So he did what anybody in the hood would do – he called his female cousin. Now, I knew Consuela had some issues with her neighbor. We’ve had enough run ins with him whenever I was over there to visit. We didn’t know that he had sent smoke signals to the projects calling for troops.
So on that day in 1995, I was sitting on Consuela’s stoop like I’d usually do, shooting the shit with her and a guy from across the street. While chillin’, we saw this gang of big, rough looking chicks round the corner. I swear, I can see it in my mind’s eye right now. The neighbor came out on the porch and was all “yeah, now let’s see how much mouth you got,” directed at Consuela. I’m kind of looking around, not fully understanding what’s about to take place. In a strange move, Consuela goes into the house. Later on, I found out that she had gone into the house to call our homegirls as backup. If you’re following along, you know that I’m outside, alone, with an angry neighbor and a gaggle of shrek bitches. Continue reading →
May. 21st, 08 · 7:14 pm
After a few requests, I am going to post a few entries from the journal I kept as a teenager over 10 years ago. I am so embarrassed. I have no idea why I am even going to post these. Reading them makes me laugh at myself in an uncomfortable way. I feel as if I do not know the girl who wrote this stuff. It all sounds so… silly and cheesy and dumb. What was I thinking?! I hope that I do not look at these blog entries years from now with the same thoughts. Don’t judge me, yo. All of the emphasis, spelling and punctuation is in the original, by the way:
Oct. 30: I haven’t written lately, I’ve been busy. Saturday’s my birthday! 16. Everything has been fine, except my mother and my uncle. First of all, he’s moved in, thirty-something years old and he’s back at home. PATHETIC! Mother is such an ass. She’s selfish, and inconsiderate. Well, gotta go, it’s time for Bio.
Nov. 2: I turned 16 last night (yesterday)!! I can’t wait to drive!! everyone called to say happy birthday. Last night I went out w/Georgette and Lynnece (aka Lynneye), we drank a little (Quanisha got some from the bootlegger) and we chilled at the party at Morgan. It was raining all night on + off. Me and Lynneye went up to Smith St. to see if rick was there but we only saw Collin and Terrance (yuck). Tuesday I have to escort the superintendent’s son around school. (we’ll see about that). – Peace –
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May. 19th, 08 · 2:32 pm
So this morning, I woke up and turned on the television. It was already tuned to the Lifetime Movie Network. I can’t, for the life of me, remember what I was watching last night before turning the TV off. I hardly ever watch LMN. Why? Well I hate the cliched and tired stories of the woman spurned or crazy chick who goes off and ethers everyone around her. Spare me. Something GOOD must have been on last night.
Anyhow, Death of A Cheerleader was on.
Typical LMN drama starring Tori Spelling (hopelessly unattractive and unbelievable as a high school student) and Kellie Martin (LMN regular). The story is about a plain jane nerdy chick at a new school who is trying to fit into the cool crowd, which happens to be a bunch of blonde “mean girls” who get off and making everyone else feel like shit. When the queen bee (Spelling) dismisses her ass, plain jane goes wild and stabs her in the back… literally. All because she felt her life would be over if she wasn’t accepted into the crowd. All because she was afraid of being the outcast at school.
I thought to myself, why the hell does she even care so much? Tori Spelling’s character was a stone cold asswipe AND ugly, to boot! Like, why do they make high school seem SO terrible on television? For a minute I thought this must be one of those white people things that I just don’t understand (like clapping on the 1 and 3 instead of the 2 and 4). But I reeled myself in and figured it had to be more than that. What? I don’t really know. Continue reading →