yo, son, money, b.

new york new yoooork.
haha, what's good.

i've been out the blog game for a minute now, and was kinda like, "step your game up nigga."

so i thought i should post some shit just to let you followers know that i doo love you.
this blog post right here is more like a prelude to what's to come i guess.
kind like an ummm, rejuvenation?

yeahh, on that pootie tang shit.
see, i was juvenated before, lost it. then i got juvenated again.
rejuvenated.
lol, i love that movie.






anyyyways.
in the upcoming post there should be stuff about:
1. summer and shiit.
2. friends and shiit.
3. relations and ships and shiit.
4. new york, harlem, and shiit.
5. new schools and shiiit.
6. the lakers and shiit.
7. just hella shiit, shit.

yeah, i'mma try and get back on it.
because my followers deserve a leader.
so i shall be that.


btw, i'm chillin' in new york right now.
this shit go.
i'm in love with harlem, it's a fact, i promise it's no lust..
well, maybe.
but still! this shit go.

iiight you kiddies,
i'm bout to get ghost on this blog.
stay up, or down whichever your preference. lol
byeee,
aaand,
you're welcome.

to you and the alcohol that brought your honesty,

[venting.]
on some forreal shit,
anybody i know, you know for a fact that i'm respectful to women. maybe up until this past year err semester (and even that, only with random girls), i'm not one to put allllll their fucking business in public, even with chad or adrian. so why the fuck is this nigga yelling at me calling me a "bitch" because i don't do so. on forreally real,
fuck you.

my next t-shirt?

hmmm?



hahaha, check it out
http://www.grimyink.com/

for $19.95 i think soo lol.

reason #49 as to why i cross the bridge for football games.

hahaha, the raiders picked:

watch crabtree start dying laughing and his dad goes, "pheww" hahahha.

baiscally, and more simply put..
who? hahahahaha
he wasn't even invited to the NFL Draft! lmao.

annnd my 49ers picked:



lmao. umm, raider fans, [cough] jamesriley [cough], thanks =)

new school, new start.

iii decided i'd use words&pictures for this blog,

sooo, next semester you can catch me in theeeNYC.

why, you might ask?

wellll that would be because i am transferring into the architecture program atcheaaa!

where is CCNY you may ask?

oh well let me tell you, CCNY is a four-year in,

Harlemm. ahhh, breathe it in.

where in harlem will i be mostly?

shiiiit, prolly on that good ol'

125th boyeee

=).

ahem, i'm excited. haha

oh and since seanwashingtons directions on how to get songs on my blog didn't work for me,

here's my sonng =)

bullshiting 101.

when it comes to making up a truly believable story on a paper or presentation,

by far, Marty McFly is theee greatest.



our story begins..

i'm in the african american experience class and we have this semester long project given to us hmm, lets say around january,

the assignment we have is a social activism project.

[if you don't know what activism is, i suggest a few more years of schooling.]

anyyyways to start our project we had to create a proposal for what we were going to do for the project.

we'll say this is around the beginning of february, when our group decides to pick the topic of obesity.

there were tons of plans we wanted to do and we actually did have a good outlook on the project, but then...

SPRING BREAK, hahahaha.

we had met about six times before spring break..

after spring break we didn't meet until, hmmmm about 2 days before our project was due! lol.

so we're meeting on tuesday,

umm, "guys what are we gonna do?" hahaha

man, i tell you after sitting in the library for 2 hours 2 days straight, we came up with this:

- we went and gathered physical education, food, and health statistics at local high schools,

-we went around campus providing information on obesity and it's health issues and other information,

-we held an outdoor event (that really wasn't ours) that was to promote obesity awareness and physical activity.

-annnd, we wrote a letter to the school board on our findings and suggestions on improving the schools.

lol, "how the fuck? martin that's complete bullshit, you're getting an F" right? yeah i know, except not!

haha, today we presented that shit to the class, mind you, EVERYTHING is pretty much in some way a lie.

when we presented what we did the teacher was surprised, she LOVED everything and was completely amazed.

she applauded thanked us multiple times and basically, we got a fat ass A.

mann, out of all the bullshitting i've done in my educational career, this one by far takes thee cake.

this was great, i was so happy because this was not a hard class, just an annoying one.

need help on your paper? i got you.

sign up for my class bullshitting 101.

you're welcome =).

OPP (Obesity Prevention Program) bitch. hahaha

finger wag.

DIKEMBEEEEEEEE!!


mann,
i don't know about you, but i'm a tad bit on the sad side today.


we lost Dikembe Mutombo! [to the league]
for those who might not follow the NBA watch this li'l clip i got off the 'tube.

this morning after my Pre-Cal class i saw him on sportscenter saying he's calling it quits after that vicious knee injury.

fuck you, greg oden!

yeahh i said it. i really don't mean that though, i'm just kinda upset that homie had to go out like that

but i'm going to take this incident of Mt. Mutombo to talk about loving life.

[ahem]

this life might not be as long as you hope, or think it might be,

so through all the bullshit you go through, all the suffering you might endur,

remember one thing:

you're still here.

what that means if you have another chance to do something different the next day.

Mutombo most likely went into this game with the thought that he'd be back home to Houston in the next

game 3 is next.

but things happen, and at sometime in our life our knees are going to buckle

me personally,

when my knee finally buckles [figuratively]

i'd like to be able to say,

"shiiiiiit, i loved my life."

so to you, the reader:

love life, bruh.

go nuts.

the shit is fuckin' fun =).

but back to my homie dikembe;

you'll be missed in the league dearly and simply put,

you are and were a beast!

you loved the game & the game loved you back.

happy trails, playerr!

“Not in my neighborhood, Mr. Robinson.”