This project is going to drive me crazyyyy.
February 27, 2010
*It’s February 27th and that means I’ve only got 15 days to finish a HUMONGOUS project, part of which is due Tuesday
*I hate not knowing my grades…whatever happened to progress reports?
*I’m going to see Shutter Island and I think I might regret it…
*I miss my mom and my dad and my brother for that matter
*Where are you Uncle Sonny?
*Why do I feel like I’m doing something wrong–like I’m missing something?
*With every natural disaster, are we getting closer to the end?
February 23, 2010
So this past summer I did a photoshoot with my homie Daniel that was shot by the marvelous Bryan aka Fresco! He just posted this pic, a late release from the shoot and it just makes me smile. It was a fun time, I loved feeling like a real model and felt like I was in a movie when it started pouring down rain. Bryan is another fave of mine, doin’ his photography thang. Wanna see more? Go-Fresco.
February 22, 2010
Being in college is not accommodating for watching the Olympics at all. So far I’ve MAYBE seen 30 minutes of Olympics action and that’s either been in the dining hall or for a split second in my dorm’s TV lounge. I didn’t even catch the opening ceremony! Shoot, I’ve missed my coverage of some of my favorite events like figure skating and speed skating. I posted a schedule of the event on my suite’s bulletin board but I’ve hardly had a chance to look at that either. Alas. Here’s a recap from Day 11. For more Olympic coverage, click here.
February 17, 2010
What happens when someone has a spiritual epiphany? Do they act out in a way that makes other think they were feigning insanity? Does it overwhelm the person so much so that they can’t stop talking–that they might even say things out of character? What becomes of that person, neither being possessed nor empty, yet filled with something? Must they be isolated from society because it is outside of societal norms to comprehend a change like this, to understand the dreams that may have come to that soul in the night or the prophecies that they may have received? Does God initiate it? Is it His doing? I can’t help but wonder, watch, and pray.
February 14, 2010
I’ve had a love affair with this company since 2006 when I read an article about them in our Waltham, MA hotel room as we were in the process of moving my brother in to Bentley College. Before you knew it, I hopped on the T with my mother to Copley, made that left on Newbury Street and was in cupcake heaven—literally. It would have been even better if they were serving cupcakes that day but I enjoyed my experience nonetheless. I walked out of that shop with two tees and some buttons that I stuck on my backpack and, oh yeah, did I mention a new sense of FRESHNESS? Johnny Cupcakes blogs, does college lectures, movie nights, yacht trips—everything really. My only complaint is that I feel like $35 is a pretty penny to pay for a tee. Alas, consumerism. But at the same time, it’s that drive and knowledge of consumerism that got Johnny to where he is today.
February 11, 2010
Anyone else hate the sound of alarm clocks? This morning, this person’s alarm clock was going off non-stop and they didn’t even get up to turn it off! It just beeped and beeped…and beeped. But in my annoyance, I was fondly reminded of an AMAZING poem that my co-contributor, Nia Keturah wrote a few months ago. Beeeep!
Alarm Clock
I hate the sound of alarm clocks
i shriek whenever i here them….regardless of time; day or night.
whether i am awake or not, i shutter.
Because what they utter in between those annoying beeps is a beckoning that no one really ever wants to here.
beeeep “wake up”
beeeep “and get your shit together”
beeeep “…the time is now”
or at least thats what i hear in the midst of those sounds.
which is why i’m having a hard time saying this now
because i have to take on the persona, the aura, the physical borders, the no nonsense order, of the wake-up call orator
and tell you to “wake up and get your shit together…the time is now”
Wake up. Wake up from those sleepy feelings of inadequacy, which have put you into the constant slumber of self-consciousness, in a bed of denial, under the covers of uncertainty, sleeping in the sheets of negative male attention,resting your head on a pillow of false friendships, all while wearing the eye mask that blinds you to your own worth. Wake up.
wake up from the nightmare that you’re not good enough. where the monster is a parent who haunts you only half the time…and other half doesn’t bother to haunt or be a father. so you begin chasing your own monster with boys who don’t want ya. until you realize you’re just chasing a monster with monsters. Wake Up.
And get your shit together. wash yourself in confidence, with a bar of self-realized beauty and a wash cloth of reality cleanse yourself of the folley that you are not dope and allow your insecurities to rinse into a drain of forgetfulness. comb your hair with assertiveness and brush your teeth with the compliments of boys who adore you. put on some i-know-i-look-good-and-i-dont-NEED-a-man-but-if you’re-tryin’-to-BE-my-man-you-better-come-correct make-up
Wake up….and get your shit together.
prepare your self-esteem like you do your homework…try to get the highest mark possible. put on perfume that oozes your brilliance and lotion that radiates your elegance. eat God’s word and digest the significance. watch the traffic report telling you what dudes to be weary of and the weather forecast so you can bring an umbrella on particularly cloudy-judgement days. turn-off the replay of the moments that hurt you and the notion that those players deserved you.
Wake up and get your shit together…the time is now.
And i know…
because God plugged me in, set my alarm, and removed my snooze button all while whispering into my clock radio….that you were worth waking.
the time is now… to see that you were divinely put here to be an example of how awesome God is, and no longer will he stand for the sub-conscious sleepy sub-par recognition of how amazing he has created you
the time is now…for you to embrace yourself for who you are.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this….but you ARE my best friend.
but in this moment i am NOT yours
i am your alarm clock…..
wake up and get your shit together….the time is now.
Original poem by Nia Keturah
February 5, 2010
Soo I hopped in the shower earlier today, scrub-a-dub-dubbed, then hopped back out, all fresh & clean…only to realize I left my towel locked in my room and for it to occur to me that I was butt-naked. Hahhh. Thankfully, Ms.Annetee, our lovely custodian was just about to come clean the bathroom & thus she saved my day.
February 4, 2010
So I was inspired by a friend of a friend who videotaped 15 seconds of her life for a series of consecutive days and then edited it all into one 7-minute video—and I decided to do the same. It’s Day 3 and well…I’m gonna need a lot more space on my camera.
Call it the Truman Show of 2010
A day in my life then shoot it again
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
Livin’ life forwards, backwards…sideways.
February 3, 2010
I hadn’t heard these songs in awhile & they really made my work day a whole lot better…thank you Lord for music.
Blackberry Molasses//Straight outta ATL
Big Poppa//Playin’ Hardball
Nia Keturah
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