TGI Fridays

TriniTracy and I enjoy the sun

I got that sleep. Today I woke up and went to the Auburn Avenue Research Library on a behind-the-scenes-tour of the Archives. Perhaps i'm the only one who would prolly get geeked about some mess like that but still, I was excited.

I came back on the MARTA to find that they had replaced those old machines with these new-easy-breezy machines. My mood was elevated. Feeling blessed, I put on a hijab and went to jumu'ah with my friend. Havn't set foot in a mosque since i was 17.

Came back to Spelman. A bright sunny day. Music was playing, people were out. Saw some friends, danced a little. Well that was my day, here are some pictures.

Me and Moses IV

Some boy, Elisheba, Tracy, Sarah WooWoo and Josh Ty-SUN!

The beautiful Brittani and Sandile

Me and D

My sis Janelle and I

Still trying to catch that sleep

Sleep monsters came to visit me last night. I had to get up early this morning.
Last night i was shivering in the bed, last night i was so hot i was sweating. Cold sweat.
Anxiety kept me awake. I stared at the wall- trying to force myself to sleep but my body did not submit. House dead quiet with the sounds of early morning traffic. That shit almost drove me crazy. Woke up(except i wasnt really sleeping in the first place)- not quite functional as i slipped through the gates to get into the marta. THe machine wouldnt except my dollar. Standing in my finest business attire and boots, I told the machine to go fuck himself.

Long day- met with my team for work. Toured, talked, ate pizza. I forget how much i love libraries. Yeah the private sector pays and academic librarys can control the population it lets in. But theres nothing like the accessibilty of the public library. What other institution lets anybody just walk in? Not that thats always a good thing, but it makes for a colorful experience. And people in Atlanta never fail to make me smile-deep down in the usually stubburn part of my heart.

"What if we get shot"- said the white man

I want to take a nap but im scared. I'm tryin catch my sleepiness in my bones until tonight so I can release myself into a hard slumber. I want to sleep so hard my joints ache and my legs are cramped and theres an indent from the pillow on the side of my face in the morning. Like starving yourself before you go out to eat.

I want to be so sleepy that I stumble into the bed like an old drunk man on the lawn.

Ice Breaker

I'm supposed to be twisting my hair.

But my mind kept dreaming about Cold Stone Sweet Cream with strawberry and coconut mix-ins.


Yummmmmmmm.

Atlanta strippuh booty

Last night after a quick stop at D'jangos and a few U-turns on Ponce, we(as in me and the ubiquitous 'her') found ourselves at MJQs for a little 5 dolla fun.

(Un)lucky for us, Jeezy had similar plans.

Damn

So with Jeezy came in, a whole set of ATL 'lean wit it rock wit it' classics. Included in this set was Ms. New Booty by Bubba Spaaarrrxxxx. This song is a hot mess. There are so many things wrong with it that i rather not analyze it(I'm acting as though my blog ever examines serious issues). So of course its also my new favorite song.


boty booty booty...

(Dont mind the visual- just listen to the song. Thanks M, for letting me rip that link)

The song started and all of a sudden, every girl in hte club was shakin that ass. I turned around and looked helplessly at my ass wondering why it didnt bounce. My eyes looked back at the floor- all the black girrls with their tight jeans tucked into their boots, ass moving up and down- side to side. I was green with envy

Is it wrong to want an Atlantastripperbooty? I mean specifically Atlanta booty-because an atlanta booty moves like none other. When no ones looking, I practice in the mirror. I still aint got it yet. I have a few frineds who are strippers, I asked them how they did it. They told me it comes with time and to practice by holding on to something. Still no success.

sigh-

Oddly enough the video is about buying a stripper ass in a box.

Its like they can read my mind!

Abstracts from a free write

When I was younger I used to take gymnastics. Handstands . In high school my english teacher was the diving coach, he convinced me to come try out for the diving team. I couldnt swim. But i made the team. I didnt do it though- I had to run track. I miss Ice Hockey. I sometimes scan through it, remember what it was like to skate in my schools ice rink with a stick in my hand. Freshman year of H.S. i wanted to try out speed skating, but the skates were 2000 dollars. I couldnt afford it. So i tried out for field hockey. Made that team- got to wear a skirt, that i used to make shorter by rolling up the top. First hat trick, 3rd game. It happens in threes.

I cut my hair off to the song liberation. End of july in the time of leo. My half permed half natural hair fell toward the ground and i just stared at it. Considered saving it but didnt want to accumulate more junk. I stood looking at my hair- staring at the strange curls that i had not seen since middle school. They looked back at me kinda scared. I quickly cornrolled them to hide them but like they always had before, they climbed out the braids in defiance. I brough t my hair over too oh my nappy hair in Oakland, CA, right next to the lake. The woman looked at my hair and said its gonna take awhile.

Commitment. I have a hard time with commitment. I have a hard time understanding i cant be impulsive and do what i want to when i want to. I interviewed for a job. I think i may have gotten it. They want a one year commitment. I really want the job, I dont want the commitment. Taking the job will force me to stay in Atlanta for another year. keyword force. Since when can one dictate to you where you need to stay and what you need to do. I was not a defiant child-my mom let me do what i wanted. Commitment is like tying a ballon to a rock. its for the enjoyment/comfort of others.

I joined myspace today.
I read about Ilyasah Shabazz
i ate lunch with delaine
i walked the two miles to school and stopped at the library.
I talked to a few people at school.
I walked to the MARTA

I spy(with my own eyes)

Good morning west end- shot from my window at 7 am.



Shopping for my first suit- i did not end up buying this one...



Moya being a grad student


Fired up after an Ella Baker Lecture

Today my blog turned 1

The very beginning

Oh how so much has changed...

or not.

Random

I'm listening to songs from the Wiz. Can you /feel a/ Brand New Day??

Depending on who you were the party was either fun, or funny. or painful (LOL as i snicker). So sad was it that i spent half the time hiding in the kitchen. In the least, I was amused.

That must have been amoung the worst parties I have ever attended. I dont think party planning is anywhere in my future. People came sat down and then left. I think the fact that i looked scared everytime someone walked in should have said something. At some point I managed to get everyone out of the party only to be joined by a second wave of people.Dammit(why did they have to come?). Then i went in my room and talked on the phone while i forced the party guests to ackwardly mingle with each other.

(why do i find that so funny? I'm sure they werent laughing)

I was so happy when it was over(11pm).

I'm so glad my sister was at the party, I laughed until tears were coming out my eyes. I think if she wasnt there i would have cried for real. Her and Moya tried their best to help, theyre so great.

My tv strike is over- i finally got to watch project runway. I didnt watch the superbowl-im guessing that seattle didnt win, (my seattle born roommate seemed extra depressed).

But life goes on/and so do we/

my next party will be a barbque in the middle of the day. I think the people who suffered through my party will be scared to come.

LOL.

i'm so terrible.

1:45 am

it aint late. I want to be sleep already. My sisters plane comes in at 5:03 in the morning. I dont want to drive tired. WHY THE HELL IS SHE FLYING IN THIS DAMN EARLY? I'm too excited to go to sleep. I looked at some of the rum in the refridgerator but i decided not to drink it.

I got plenty planned for her this weekend. Toni Cade meeting, my birthday party, Body Positive, a movie, dinner and a second b-day party. She just turned 21 a few weeks ago so shes even legal too.

Well yesterday they switched my phone over to my t-mobile phone, which i dont have yet. I woke up, tried to use my old phone..didnt work. My t-mobile phone comes in later today. I spent the day being out of touch which wasnt nearly as bad as i had imagined. Except when my mom tried to call.

My sister emailed me and told me i needed to call my mom asap. But i didnt have a phone and my phonecard was acting up. Turns out that my sister friend from childhood delivered her baby. The baby is 1 pound. This same girl called me last night around 8pm and i didnt pick up. I feel guilty. I'm glad shes okay, but one pound? I'm worried about her, i cant really call her, but i wish i could be there to comfort her.

Beautiful took me out to eat on my birthday. What y'all know about that Atlanta Fish Market?

Damn- im still not tired?

DAMMIT!

Insomnias a bitch!

Woe is me, I have a penis

Peace be Still

For the rest of the week, I am not watching anymore TV. After watching the President's State of the Union address, Flava of Luv, 25 most #$^%&-&* moments in Black History (which i only watched 3 minutes of), CNN, C-Span, i think my senses have gone numb. I no longer respond to shit on tv, and i dont care. Cables nice- but is it really?

Sure im going to miss Idol, Project Runway, Daily Show and some of my other favorite shows but i think its a small sacrifice for my sanity.

Since i drive more now, I listen to the radio and hear the same 10 songs- Krypotnite, Golddigger, Shake that Laffy Taffy, Shake Skake, I'm in luv wit a strippuh, Here we go, Fresh Azimiz,Grillz, Yo(excuse me miss),Unpredictable....and i actually used to like a few of these songs. The radios going off too.

Delaine came back yesterday, gave me the daily report on the people she encountered on the MARTA, at her job. She told us about the store owners in Bankhead and how much they disliked black people. It ain't just George Bush. Yes I know people hate us. I know we are amoung the most hated group in the us and in the world. But sometimes being at Spelman in the womens center, youre sheltered from it, even if just for a few hours a day. At least you can trust the people there, and even more significant, they trust you back. Thats unusual.

Saturday is my birthday party- im really excited. I think it will be fun. My younger sister is coming early friday. I love her.

I thought about Alabama last night. Spending time with Dorothella's family in her quiet Alabama property. I began to miss it. And im not even from there.

Take a deep breath.

Todays my mother birthday. Today i switched from Sprint to T-Mobile, Today I have class. Today I walked 2 miles, Today I'm going to take the MARTA to school, Today I promise that ill take care of myself, Today i'll retun a few phone calls and plan for this party.

Today- is today-is today.

alii