Saturday, April 11, 2009

Rantings, Ravings and Stupid Weather

How horrible and stupid and horrible. I feel that the weather hates me. What other explanation could there be for rain on the only day that I have time to hang out? I wanted to chill with Elz and maybe that girl down the block to whom I speak only when I feel like it (Does that make me a bad friend? Too bad. I know i have issues. Blow mine). Nah but she's coolio. Back on topic. I wanted to hang out with Elz mostly so I can find out why his ass in in trouble and because I kinda have a little crush on him. Oh how sweet.*Shorty's Gonna Be A Thug by 2Pac* I don't even remember how long I've liked him like that but its cool. He's a coolio type of person.. Wavy in his words. He's special.....Anyways, I wanted to chill with him because we haven't chilled since January and that wasn't the most pleasant experience (thanks to an ASC-inducing liquid). Anyways, I'm sad that its raining.
Now I was on FB this morning and I watched a video by one of my friends that I went to jr high with. It kinda pissed me off. Not the content but just the fact that she made a video. Now there's nothing wrong with her making a video. I'm just having some internal issues.(*Why am I having a FB chat with a girl who I don't even like?*) I think I'm only upset at the fact that my camera broke and I cannot make videos on whims like I would like to. *I Love College by Asher Roth (Asleep In The Bread Aisle drops 4/20)* But alas, life goes on.

Hella hours latter...
Back again. Still pretty tight that I couldn't do what I wanted to do today, besides my hair. W/e.

So I've come in contact with many budding people these past few weeks. Proven, Woody, Sha-leik and such. (Demev related obviously) IDK what I'm tryna do. Maybe I'm tryna develop some type of connection to them or something. All I know is that its not on some creeper-groupie-like status. According to Proven, I could be a frikking promotion manager which is not a far stretch from what I do on a day to day basis. I'm always sharing Demev music with whoever will hear it. Only thing is, I'm not getting paid to do it. I will soon though. I'll be minoring in marketing in Temple University. Speaking on college. Temple gave me a gorgeous financial aid package so I will be headed over to Philly in august. YAY!!! Back to Demev. Maybe I can land some type of job type thing with them in the near future. that would be pretty dope. if I was offered a job by one of them, I'd prolly say yes right on the spot. *I'm quite bothered that I am not typing this in full, proper English, but alas.*

Also, I was talking to my buddy Chris earlier and he said that he'd buy a thousand of Charles Hamilton's albums so that he can hand it out to homeless people because everyone deserves to hear Charles. That is how I feel about my general taste in music. Everyone should have the chance to hear, listen to and love the music I love, Demev and Charles included. This is the reason why I share new Demev and Charlie music with all the people I know. I mean, rap music isn't getting any better and these few dudes are our last hope. (Cudi and Asher also) I gotta share the new gospel. Amen.

So I'm hella tired and I'm going to sleep at this present moment.

Until next time,
One, Deuces, Tr3ys.....

Monday, April 6, 2009

James and Alexandra

More play writing. Just something I coughed up in Bible and Psychology....

James: Come on. Just focus. We’re almost done.
Alexandra: Almost done? We have to cut that other part too!
James: If you didn’t move so slowly we’d be done already.
Alexandra: This is my first time actually doing this. I’m not gonna move as fast as you do, James.
James: Ugh. Just hurry up. I have a reservation for us at 8 and we have to get ready. I don’t want the restaurant to cancel it because we’re late.
Alexandra: I know. I know. I’ll just finish this limb and then come upstairs. You can go and start getting ready.
James: Ok. But hurry. I don’t want us to be late.
Alexandra: Ok. Ok. I will.
[Phone rings after JAMES goes upstairs]
Alexandra: Hello...Hello... Is anyone there... Ugh. (Hangs up phone) Stupid crank callers. Now the phone is all bloody. Ugh. I’m done for the night. JAMES!!!
James: (Coming back downstairs) What? I was just going to hop into the shower.
Alexandra: Can you give me a hand and help me put this woman’s ridiculously heavy head in the deep freezer, please? I’ll move the limbs to the other freezer and we’ll just cover the torso. It’s cold enough down here for it not to smell right?
James: Yes. Oh, you’re starting to sound like me. I’m so flattered!!!
Alexandra: Oh please. Just move the damn head. You’re wasting time flattering yourself.
[Half hour later. Walking out the door]
Alexandra: Which car should we take? Camaro or Audi?
James: Audi. By the way, you look absolutely stunning tonight.
Alexandra: Oh, whatever. (Rolls eyes and chuckles) Let’s g—
Stranger: You. You there! My mother is in your basement! Let her out now!
James: (Stepping in front of ALEXANDRA) What are you talking about? Who is your mother?
Stranger: My mother is in your basement! Let her go now!!
Alexandra: (whispers to JAMES) Should I call the police?
James: (To ALEXANDRA) Yea. Tell them to hurry. (To STRANGER) Can you calm down please? Why do you think you mother is in our basement?
Stranger: Because she is! I saw you take her down there! LET HER OUT!!!
[Five minutes later]
Police: What seems to be the problem here?
James: This man came up to while we were leaving and started yelling and saying that his mother was in our basement. He wouldn’t go away.
Stranger: (Yelling hysterically) She’s down there! Go look for yourself! She’s there!
Police: (To JAMES) Can we look; for procedural purposes?
James: Sure. I’ll let you guys in through the garage. It’s faster.
Alexandra: Ugh (Pulls garage door lever while also pulling another lever)
[Fifteen minutes later]
Police: (To STRANGER) Well, sir, we’ve searched the house and your mother is nowhere in there. We’ll have to bring you with us for harassment and disturbance of peace.
Stranger: SHE’S DOWN THERE!!! I know it!!!
Police: Mister, we’ve searched all over. You mother is not here.
Alexandra: (Under her breath) Not in one piece.
Stranger: But—
Police: (To JAMES) I’m so sorry for this.
Alexandra: It’s not your fault. Thank you for coming. There’s one less mentally disturbed person on the street. (Chuckles)
James: Yea. Thanks. Bur we need to get going. We have a reservation that we’re already late for.
Police: Ok. Have a good night.
Stranger: (As police drive away) MY MOTHER!!!
James: Well, technically his mother isn’t in the basement. (Laughs)
Alexandra: Yea. Ha. Just pieces of her.

*****Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I am not messed up in the head. I just have a huge imagination.