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My roomate wakes up obscenely early- like 6:30 am, which is like 2 hours after i go to bed. Through the thin partition between our rooms, i can see her lights go on around the same time i hear kids gathering outside at the bus stop outside our house. Living in a family neighborhood can be so startling...the sounds of buses criss crossing the intersection in front of our houses never fails to make me smile.
As my roomie leaves, i hear the bouncy steps of the dogs following her out the house.

Good morning.

So two hours later i actually wake up. The dogs are usually sleep outside my door and when i open it, they look up at me like its play time or something.

They follow me like some bodyguards, watching my every step and falling sleeping at feet. Queen for a day. I give them each a pat on the head before i head out the door. I look back as i see yellows face watching me as i walk down the street- until i disappear.

They're growing on me. I like that there are moving things in the house, the constant pit patter breaks the silence. Its nice to come home and have something jump up to you- happy as hell that you are home.

i dont know why im typing this- they just really warmed my heart this morning...

"A" is for Alii

So i got my first paper back... an "A-" written in Dr. Kuumba's purple pen. when i got mu paper back, i da,mn near crip walked across the womens cenger.

cant nobody steal my joy.

except maybe my job which took a sudden turn fpr the worse. I came into work ready to start on toni cades papers and ended up being assigned to copy 50 pages word for word.

So to amuse myself, i figured i would teach myself to type without looking.I had keyboarding in elementary school, after we finsihed with the oregon trail computer lesson, we were supposed to learn how to type. this meant sitting at the computer with this horrible game where yuor supposed to kill turtles with specific keys. Our teacher tried to make it sound fun"How many of you guys like Soper Mario bros?" we all raised our hands, well except me, i was fond of 'Zelda' myself...

Instead of learning how to type, i mastered an equally great skill, how to look through the bottom of my blindfolds during the tests... this skill landed me with an "A" but also made me completely inept when it came to typing...

So in two hours of working, i made it through one and a half pages....its ghoing to bne a loooong job. hopefully by the end ill be typing like a court stenographer during a 'twista' trial....

Perhaps, perhaps perhaps.

So top model started- i have a new addiction. The models seem extra skinny this time around. Their bathing suit bottoms cutting ackwardly into hips that arent there...skinny rib cages...

Or maybe its just that i generally dont find white women attractive...Maybe thats mean but its true.

But i still like the show. I hope a black girl wins(brie or ebony)...thats always my wish. Like when i used to watch miss america pagents.

I am busy trying to convince my roomate to go to the casting call next time around. At 5'10, lean and linear, incredible dark skin and a perfect smile, im sure she would make it kinda far.

She just looked at me like i was crazy...

That same day i lost her dog...again. That yellow bitch ran off to go hump some white dog down the street. Shes gay. That makes two of us in the house. she came back an hour later...

Keeping up with my assignments- im really working hard this semester. So far so good. Didnt have to work this week- but i still get paid.

Anyway- i have pics on my comp that i have been sending to people. Mostly from graduation time. Hopefully they'll all be sent by the weekend.

well thats all for now...later

Um

Yeah

I'm finished...

already.

and it wasnt because i couldnt put it down...

It was an easy read- about as challenging as reading the Baby-sitters Club

Around here, that book has become an accessory. Almost like a new purse.

"What part are you on?"

And everybody replies with the same answer-'that part when shes sleeping with that man". Because thats pretty much the entire storyline- same story, different man.

but then again...isnt that how it always is?

I didnt find the book interesting for the same reason i dont find gossip interesting. So and so slept with so and so. Those who know me will tell you that i enjoy listening to people talk about themselves and their own experiences vs. their interpretation of someone elses life verbatim. the best parts of the book to me were her own analysis of her experiences and upbringing...

But i wont hate on her-i dont believe in criticizing ones life story. Thats was her life, she did the best she knew how and now shes writing about it. Just because it doesnt reflect my particular upbringing or values doesnt it make her any worse in my mind.


And yes sex sells.

-alii

Confessions

I got drawn into the hype. Succombed to peer pressure.



It sat on the black table at the Atlanta Public Library, and the librarian picked it up and placed it into my hands-

'you better get it while its hot, honey'

Curiosity killed the Ali-cat...

i'll let you know what i think...

just some things

Finished my first work project friday. After two weeks of wheeling her in and out, reading her journals, scanning through tapes- i got the inventory done. My boss loved it- so im hoping that she will entrust me with Ms. Cade-Bambera next week. My white gloves are being washed and prepped for next week. Knuckles cracked and waiting for the next box-

And payday....

Went to sisterfire-that was um 'interesting'. LOL my favorite thus far. Still having issues with this silence thing. I'm not sure ive ever said a word during sisterfire- my mouth gets wielded shut the minute i enter that space. I'm not sure why i go. If there was ever a sisterfire benchwarmer...

My roomate Hafeeza is turning out to be very interesting. So far so good. Were both aquarians(go figure). I approached her about having a party there, maybe around halloween- its a roomy house with a roomy porch- she said of course. so we should be good. I really want a theme party- or like a masquerade- something that would take us out of the ordinary and be original. Like Ndeleas inner goddess thing. Or maybe we could have a 'rep your city' party. I really want a West Coast party but i have a feeling the music would eventually annoy the shit out of all our guests and drive them to go home. Or maybe a carnival style complete with soca and samba. Or a sooooooul train party-heheheh. Or maybe we could just have a good ole fashion white boys Toga Party complete with a Keg...

i turned my phone off for the weekend. Not really in the mood to talk to anyone- but it will be back monday...

"Hey Alii, are you going to that Lezbo meeting tonight?"

--that was a text from my friend- had me laughing outloud during 'daughters of the dust'

Am I dreamin?

no really- am I dreamin?

Were there really 13 people at the first Afrekete(Spelmans 'G.S.A,') meeting yesterday when we only put up two flyers?

Were there really two sophmore allies 15 minutes early for the meeting?

An 'unidentified' junior from Huntsville, Alabama(hehehe) thought she was at the wrong meeting. (I'm trying to get some gay shit up in the chapel)

No but for real

As Alysia and I waited, expecting maybe 3 people to show up, they just kept coming in. And they actually kind of reflected the spelman student body(ie-not all nappy heads, okay maybe half).

I just hope we can keep them.

So big ups to the Stud(s), middles, freshwoman, allies, rep from Georgia States 'Blackout', 2010, Abby ,3 Aquarians, 3 Leos and 3 Geminis and pisces,cancer and sag. who came


now mission part two..get the rest of these little homos running around campus to show up- then we'll hit numbers maybe in the hundreds...

just kidding

okay no im not...

Its a very wierd job

Day three of my job- shifting through a womans old journals,it brings up wierd emotions. Sometimes reading them im on the verge of tears. It reads like fiction- but its real and viciously honest.

Reading her life makes me think about my own.

Reading her death makes me think of my own

I feel young with her journals, like a kid, She had a full life and now at 22, im trying to understand whats its like to be a 48 year old lesbian with two kids and breast cancer. I feel like im reading...well i dont even know. There is nothing to compare it with. Its eerie- i see pics of her and on the tip of her glasses i see her eyes peering out at me. I wonder if she knows that of all people, this young student is in charge of putting her papers in order. I wonder if shes watching me...

And i wheel her boxes back into the cold room. My New Orleans boss likes to call it the room of spirits. She jokes that she likes to blast her music and dance with the spirits. Walls of boxes from old Spelman students who have died. Their records, pics and other things in alphabetical order. Birthdates ranging from 1867-1974. One day my box will sit up there. What was life for woman in 1881? I want to know. Thats why i took this job.

I've never had a job that has made me think so much- challange me, not in the work sense, but emotionally. Its really exciting- its really scary.

meanderer

T(h)eresa named me 'meanderer' on her blog.the name really sat in my head. Couldnt think of a better description of my current state.

Not all who wander are lost

My favorite quote.

It seems my inability to commit has manifested itself into(among other things) yet another blog change.

Had an interesting weekend. It was black pride weekend here in atlanta. I didnt do anything 'pridey'. Except eat food made by queers.

(Thanks Alysia)

I cooled off in the pool

(Thanks Jocelyn AND Ndelea)

Did some other assorted activites- and now my long weekend is over.

Actually a lot more happened but im really not in the mood to talk about it.

this weekend

Hey everybody-
Just wanted to say hi

I'll blog about something else soon....