It’s not really for anyone…well it’s for you guys who are reading this. I guess.
I’m looking at my hands and I need a french manicure and pedicure before I go back to school. Note to self…and get a pack of v-neck t-shirts, in-shower body lotion, some snacks…sorry had to type the list down so I wouldn’t forget it.
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What the freakin’ hell man….I have not blogged since…January. I have neglected my blog with a capital N-E-G-L-E-C-T. How shameful is that?
Anyways, again to my readers, I sincerely apologize and all that jazz. But, this means that in the past few months I have experienced more than enough things to blog about…and oh believe me, I have some topics: drinking, drinking and cussing someone out, being cussed out, losing friends…(HAH), staying in Philly for the month, black men and white girls. etc….oh so many fun filled topics.
So to all the new and old bloggers…beware, I’m coming back on the scene.
Yup. Well I don’t claim to be a blogger. I AM NOT A BLOGGER. This is why I haven’t blogged in months. I let other people take the reigns. I was enjoying other people’s blogs, seeing what they did wrong, seeing what they did right. And I committed the cardinal mistake.
Neglecting my blog.
So I apologize to my many fans (hah). And swear that it will never happen again. (hah again) And on that note… on to talking shit.
What am I going to talk about today? Hmmm…there’s so many things I could go on, since it’s been so long, I have plenty of things to talk about. So let’s seeee…..OH YEAH!
I’ll talk shit about this kid I know. So I’m just in my room at school, chillin’, doing my thing. My friend tells me that someone came in and peeped on her in the shower. Now I’m thinking…wait. Peeping Tom? We’ve had our fair share of sexual offenders at our school. One kid who was raping girls and went on the run when the po-po (are they still called that?) came and searched his room…collected evidence, sheets off his bed and all. Another kid was jerking off to some girls jogging at a nearby college. He, needless to say, no longer goes here. (For the record, I knew that kid was sketchy as hell, and look what happened!) So when I think peeping Tom, I was thinking…likely, but not really. It sounded like a Chris Hansen Dateline NBC episode. So after she tells me this, I hear nothing else about the Peeping Tom. A couple weeks later, there’s a community meeting. I obviously am too cool to go to these things, so I got the info from another resident. She tells me that there really is a Peeping Tom. The incidents have happened more than once, and there’s pictures of the perpetrator in the halls where the girls bathrooms are during the time incidents have been reported. Now get this.
HE”S MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR!
SMH. That creeped me out a little. Ever since I found out, I’ve been a little more cautious around that kid. And he’s been looking sketchier than ever. Damn. And he’s big as shit too. Big ass nigga. HUGE. Got a nerve to be peepin on girls. I’m saying, just standing next to this dude will make you feel helpless, just because of how big his ass is. Anyways, the piece de resistance (did I say that right?) is that the last day it is to move out for winter vacation, the police come lookin for him. Me, being the next door neighbor, they ask me if I’ve seen him. I ain’t seen shit. The kid actually happened to leave to go home about an hour before the police came. Boy was I glad I stayed that extra couple days. LOL…Well the police never came back. And I’m wondering what’s going to happen to my neighbor. Well, if he’s not there when I move in Saturday, cheers to the funny times and ugly bitches he had coming through to his room. And the silly things he did.
Cheers to you, kid.
Alright…Im still going to do a song of the day (thought I forgot? lol) Well since it’s now 2009, Obama is our new president, I’m going back to school…here’s my ‘09 anthem- ExtraHard by Little Brother..
Okay I’m doing a new post….soooooo read this, then read that!
Big ups Obama! And to everyone who voted!
And big ups to 2009 and getting what I want! ANYTHING I want…men, clothes, money…haha
First I’d like to give a special shout-out to a couple of cool kids I know- Hi Julian! Hi Jason J.! Alright, got that covered…lol.
Dude I am sooooooooo behind in this blogging thing…and really, I’m ashamed. But I mean, hey I’m here now and ready to do the damn thing!
So I partied the other night…and boy was it interesting. First of all, for the first time ever, I fell outside and (semi-drunk) and scraped my leg. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. Again the party cost $10, but because I had other reasons for going, I forked over the cash.
I walked in and no one was there from my school! I mean it was great! Partying with strangers is always plus. Music wasn’t half bad. Security was top notch. (For those of you who know me, know that obviously I’m talking about he-who-shall-not-be-named…LOL)
Now for my ranting.
PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE! If you cannot handle your liquor, don’t drink so much. It makes you look bad, and more importantly, it makes your friends look bad. Now…I’m not saying don’t drink. That’s totally up to you. I drink, and I like it. My drink of choice-
But I’ll be damned if I waste my party tending to a drunk, half-dead friend. Pull that shit with me and you can spend the rest of the party with the EMTs while I’m inside doing the Nuh Linga. The reason I say this is because one girl was so drunk she needed an oxygen mask and had to be taken out by ambulance. Does that sound fun? When she woke up the next morning, was she happy she wasted $10? Was she? Let me answer those questions for you. No, no and no. She looked like an idiot. A mess. The same thing (not quite so bad) happened to another girl at a previous party. Now the only thing wrong with this girl, is that it took the whole football team to carry her out. This was (and still is) a HUGE girl. (Okay the word “huge” is too harsh, but she’s a big gal.) She had no regard for anyone else. She knew she had no business falling out like that. But she did anyways. And now she looks bad. Moral of the story? Don’t get drunk and pass out in front of me I’ll call ya ass out. I’m done.
-How the hell can I take T-Pain seriously? He’s telling me to vote while wearing an orange top hat. I mean gimme a break.
-Everyone should watch Paper Soldiers at least once. It’s a classic.
Song of the day…for my good friend is Beenie Man and Mya- Girls Dem Sugar…classic…
The title of this is an inside joke. About an athlete who was clearly gay, but chose to deny it and still does to this day. So homey….that shout out is for you! And whenever you’re ready to come out the closet, we’re here for you with open arms.
My friend got kissed in the library last night.
So there’s a party coming up here, so that’s what I’m going to blog about. Parties. A great time had by all…so lets start with the prices, right? The first thing I have a problem with. I want to pay $10 to hang out with people I see every day on campus. That sounds crazy, right? Exactly. That’s because it is crazy. I remember the days when a good party would cost 5 bucks. Now a mediocre to terrible party costs $10…I go bullshit every time I think about it.
Then there’s the music. Reggae, hip-hop, dancehall, rap…whatever. There is such a wide array of songs out there to play. But let me ask you DJays something…why would you play bad music? The last party I went to…the music was so bad I don’t even remember what they played. Usually there’s like the time I remember doin a certain dance…Aunt Jackie or Tek Weh Yuh Self or something…but nope, I’m drawing blanks. Let’s not hire those guys again. They sucked. Big time.
And another thing I have a problem with. Now, I appreciate Greek life as much as the next guy. But, damn it people, DON’T STROLL WHILE MY SONG IS PLAYING!! I just paid $10 to dance with people I see on campus. What’s not included in the price of the ticket is live entertainment. AKA strolling. We all know what frat or sorority you’re apart of… Go on and stroll in the back or something, where my feet can’t get stepped on. In fact, I’m instituting that policy. A strolling corner, a heaven for frats and sororities, a place where they can stroll and not be bothered and get dirty looks. Yup, that’s a good idea. You guys can all go step all over each other back there.
Now the most important aspect of the party is the let-out. Never heard of it? The let-out is the end of the party when people are standing outside, chilling after they’re “let-out” of the party. This is where all the magic happens, not inside the party during the slow jam session. The arrests, the phone number exchanging, the after party details given out…all happen at the let-out. So please people, take my advice, use the let-out to your full advantage! Some people don’t really appreciate it…and they’re the idiots in this world. Your friend wants to leave immediately after the party? Take these steps to ensure that you can enjoy the let-out: 1. Look at your friend in the eyeball. 2. Slap him or her. 3. Walk your ass back to the let-out. If they’re mad at you tell them I gave you permission to do it.
Alright…this post is late. Whatever. I don’t give a damn. It’s my blog. Oh yeah ,by the way, before I leave, a couple things….I HATE BEYONCE’S NEW SONG! Sorry had to get that out. It’s time for another collabo with Jay-Z, B.
Yes I’m going on 2 days in a row keeping up with this, which is a miracle in itself. I’m what you call “on a roll”. The weather outside is nice, and I (so far) am having a good day. But it may be a little too soon to say that…
Actually that reminds me of something. I woke up this morning at 8am, after going to bed at 5am…and walked all the way to the bathroom for a shower. I’m turning on the shower and to my shock and chagrin, the water is ICE COLD. This is not new for me, I’m used to having to warm up the shower before I get it…but the shit never got hot, or lukewarm for that matter. So I’m walking around, half-bathed. Luckily it finally got fixed, so I’m now showered and clean.
Now on to more important issues. Yesterday I had the “pleasure” of watching our school’s last fashion show that was put on in May. Fashion show. What does that make me think of? White skinny girls with dramatic (or just straight bad) makeup and clothes. Well…..that description isn’t really accurate for this show. This show was mostly black girls and guys and decent clothes. But lets back it up to the tryouts for this show, which involved walking in front of a panel of judges. No biggie right? Wrong. These judges were staring you down as if you had the nerve to even try out. The annoying thing about this is that these people are normal Joe Schmoes that we see everyday walking to class and begging their teachers for extensions on their papers like the rest of us. But on tryout day, they promoted themselves to the title of Fashion Goddesses. Anyways, we do the walk, tryouts are over and now you wait for the call. You think. But no. If you didn’t pass the tests that the Fashion Goddesses put you up to, there was no call back. No “thanks for trying out” phone call. I would have even accepted an email. Nope, nothing. Just a swift kick in the behind. Luckily, my whole career didn’t depend on this fashion show, so it was just as well that I didn’t get in.
I knew a few people in the show, so I was going anyways. And since I had been to a fashion show here before, so I was expecting some good quality work…..key word there: expecting. Haha….First of all, scenes were WAY too long. I understand that the designer has t-shirts and sweatshirts that they want to show off. However, we get the point when they have the same design on 5 t-shirts and 5 sweatshirts. We get it. Seriously. You made that design, so the smart people in the audience are going to assume that you can produce that design on different color t-shirts and sweatshirts. Let me say it one more time. WE GET IT! The designs for the most part were nice…so I’m not going to go on too much about that.
Now…to the hosts. At first glance- cute, smart, and funny. Now not in that list of words was the word “drunk”. Yes ladies and gents the hosts were drunk. Not noticeable at first but as the night dragged on and on and on…the hosts were leaning, being touchy on each other, not being funny. I GUESS that’s professional. One of these people has the nerve to want to be a entertainment reporter. Well I have a few tips- don’t be so high pitch, wear flattering clothes, and don’t put hosting this fashion show on your resume. It wasn’t a good look.
Body paint was also in this show. I want to first give props to these people for being brave enough to do body paint. Most of them were really good. However, let me give a word of advice, let me be the voice of reason in a dark world- IF YOU CAN’T DANCE OR HAVE NO RHYTHM…DON’T DO BODY PAINT!! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!! I’m Lovelockdown and I approve this message. (I figure if I put it in caps, those people who can’t dance or those of you who have friends that can’t dance will heed this warning. Because if I see something like that next time, I’m walking out and demanding a refund.)
You know, that body paint pissed me off so much, I don’t even feel like writing about that debacle AKA fashion show anymore. There may be more later. Much later.
Well..I’m about done for now..just wanted to leave you guys with this video of T-Pain and Chris Brown..that I thought was interesting.
But that’s not the song of the day…the song for today is- If It Wasn’t for You by Day26…I was jammin to this today! Seriously. I LOVE this song…anyways…enjoy it!
That’s all for now…I’ll catch you on the flipside..
Wassup people! Yes! It’s my first blog…ever. To say I’m not nervous..would be a bold-faced lie. But I’m gonna say it anyways…I’m not nervous. Let me start out by saying that this is not a regular blog. It’s going to be me and my thoughts about anything- maybe a celebrity, a song, a fashion trend, TV show, a person I know (or don’t know), things going on on campus, in the world, well, you get the idea. It’s going to be whatever is on my mind. It won’t have the latest music or gossip, in fact, it might have old music and old gossip. But who cares, it’s not a regular blog right? LOL…
I’m going to start off by paying homage to the song/songwriter from where I got the name of this blog from- Kanye West’s Love Lockdown..
Now I am a fan of Kanye…love the songs…love the beats. Graduation was one of the better CDs released last year (was it last year?…yeah it was). Flashing Lights still gets me excited. That being said…
I hate the song Love Lockdown.
Synthesized voice…a la T-Pain. In fact, I can’t even get past that, it’s that distracting. So maybe I’ll end up changing my mind in a few months, when I get around to actually listening to the lyrics…but for right now the only thing I really like about that song is the title, hence why it is my blog name. (I also heard a vicious rumor that the whole album is going to be synthesized. True? False? Idk…but I’m skeptical about this Kanye movement..)
So that’s really it for now…but one thing I am def going to be doing every time I blog is a song of the day. Just something I’m feeling for the day, not necessarily to describe any feelings I have…just..something I’m feeling. So drum-roll please…….my first song of the day is- We Could Be by Keyshia Cole. Good song…
Well that’s it for today, I must depart. Enjoy your day….And I’ll catch you on the flipside…
is Beenie Man and Mya- Girls Dem Sugar…classic…