Sunday, December 11, 2005

I can't shop.*incriminating photo alert*

I used to have the luxury of sending my younger sister to the mall to buy me outfits, those days are long gone. Shopping with alii is a horrendous activity. I'm really, really bad at it. I am the person that mannequins are made for. I see absolutely nothing wrong with wearing exactly what the mannequin has on, then leaving the store. Shopping with me traumatized MB so much that she had to call Angel(all the way in california) for moral support.

So MB picked this number out(i think she just wanted to leave asap), i think it looked nice. and it fit, what more could i ask?

Here are some pictures from Cris's birthday party. They aren't that great because some people, (including the camera person) had a few too many drinks. I wore a dress as promised. Now I have two dresses (including my white founders day dress).


MB and I



Alysia and the birthday girl cris



Cris serronading(sp) a giggly alii



some of the more flamboyant attendees



Cris and I




One of my (fav) professors who I won't name(evidently my blog is searchable), the nameless professor's sister, Christine, Cris, M, Tierany, Alysia and Ambuh



Me enjoying the rest of the night.

*Please note that these pics may be taken down in a few days, so don't ask me where they went.

Friday, December 09, 2005

a very cliche post about changing the world

So everybody is saying its cold outside- i would like to chime in as well.

Its fucking cold!!!(and for people in states that are under 40 degrees out- i dont even want to hear the compariosn"its waaay colder out here than in atlanta" or "girl, you don't know what cold is". I lived in Boston for 11 years, and what did i do? move)

okay now that its out of my system

I'm almost finished with the semester. Hallelujah. Looks pretty goood. I just watched this movie called "born into brothels' , it made me think about traveling again. I'm wondering if i should stay in archiving or whether i should move into a more 'social work' type field. Its been on my mind for the last few monthes. I'm trying to figure out how to best combine some of my more artistic passions(ie quilting or photography)with something that can effect other peoples lives. maybe not in a political way, just perhaps in social way that people are able to tap into their own artistic passions and begin to create something. Archiving i love, but i can't quite figure out how thats contributing to others. I gain a lot from it, but i want others around me to gain something as well. Havn;t figured how i can work that out.

so i'm watching born into brothels, and the woman in the documentary taught some children how to use cameras in india. And it didn't create world peace or anything, but she was passionte about photogtaphy and she shared her gift with young children and it made a significant difference in a few kids lives.

so i used to want to go to grad school, im losing interest in it. I have the utmost respect for the people in in it-(ie half my friends) but im wondering if thats the route i want to take. Maybe later.

So my new years resolution this year was to allow myself to grow in my new home and get settled, maybe next year i set a little time out each month and work on combining my passions with some sort of social work maybe even teaching a little sewing course to younger girls in my neighborhood. THere are plenty of them, and they are great kids...

Well thats whats been on my mind lately.

Hope everyone is well during this decmeber..

alii

I'm a little hungry

Thursday, December 01, 2005

What a difference a year makes

Wow,
i just want to point out that a year ago- i didnt know none of these people who are on the right side of my blog- now with the exception of unspoken_lyric and Entellektual Soul, i know all of yall- have seen all of you in person That to me is amazing.

Blogs are wierd like that you know- the internet is wierd like that.

(Just for the record, December is always a month of reflection for me and January is a month of birth(more specifically, MY birth). so there will be a lot of reminiscing on this blog.).


-alii

Well its 2am- so dont expect anything coherant

Early this morning during one of my insomiatic early morning internet trips, i recieved an email from a young lady in Michigan asking about a picture in Cosby(you know the one in the Toni Cade Display with Toni Cade, Gewndolyn Brooks,Pearl Cleage, Jo B. Cole, Nikki Giovanni, Sonia Sanchez etc) I couldnt be of much help so I forwarded it to Moya who of course knew more than I did. THe point is- she was a young woman writing her admissions essay due Dec 1st. Bless her heart. Exactly a year ago , i was in her shoes, writing and praying that Spelman would ignore my not so perfect GPA and give me a chance...and they did. It changed my life. Another milestone. Which brings me to hthis..

Do you remember?

Do you remeber writing your admissions essay to Spelman (or Purdue, UC Santa Cruz, Agnes Scott, Salem College, Georgia Southern, VCU, Tennessee State? Do you remeber what you wrote?

Do you remember trying out for a sport in high school and not knowing whether or not you made it? Obsessing and practicing until you got every move right, every play down... Do u remember riding on the team bus from a winning game or a losing game?

Do u remember the first time you drove a car? your driving instructor and the road test?(i failed my first one) Do you remeber the first time you drove alone or pulled up to pick up a friend. Do you remeber your first solo ride on public transportation?

Do you remember your first church solo, your first time having to read something in front of the church. The view from the choir stand to the audience or the view from the pulpit? Do you remember little sunday school pamphlets for the lessons or the childrens bible you had?

Do you remember your first bra? Do you still have it? Or your first period? Do you remember your school uniform, The first time you wore heels or the first time you wore slip-on shoes without a strap? Do you remember the first day of 5th grade and the last day of 6th?

Do you remeber the first time you got your hair pressed (then wrecked that shit thinking that wet hair with some gel would somehow make your hair slicker)? Do you remember the first time you got extensions? Your first trip to the beauty shop and the day you decided to lock your hair?

Do you remember McDonalds happy meals and double dutch or 4 squars after school? Do you remember extended care, after care or your babysitter when school let out? How about standing in the freezing boston winter waiting for the goddamn bus to come because it was 3 degrees outside? Do you remember memorizing your times tables and studying Egypt? Do you remember class pets, earthquake drills, fire drills, the pledge of alliegance or what to do when(not 'if') you heard gunshots(or was that because my school was in compton?)

Do you remeber going to work with your parents and coloring while waiting for them to finish? How you split chores and your al;pwance? When you still believed in Santa clause and took pictures on his lap. when you stayed up and waited for signs that he had come?

So many things to remember. And now im finally sleepy. 2:35 am-not bad...

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Silent Night



So im an insomniac. There are nights that i just stare at the ceiling wishing some sleep goddess would just whisk me away. There are medicines i see advertised but i dont want some drug induced sleep, or a tranquilizer, i want to just be able to close my eyes and sleep.

Is that too much to ask?

Sure drinking helps, but i dont want to turn into an alcoholic in the name of sleep. Because first it will be sleep, then it will be drinking to numb other areas of life. So i stay away from the bottle at night time.

My house is really quiet at night- i hate quiet nights. I need noise to distract me from my thoughts. Otherwise ill think about things i dont want to think about. Or maybe reality sets in. And with reality comes frustration, fear and stress about circumstances im tired of dealing with.

Theres got to be a way to deal with it, i havnt figured it out yet but im trying.

-alii

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Blues for an Alabama Sky*






So for about a month now- I've been bouncing around waiting to go to Alabama. My friend Dorothella invited me(well i sorta invited myself). So curious was i about the state next door to Georgia. And besides a trip to Louisiana for a family reunion and LaGrange Georgia, I have never seen much of the South.
I told people I was going to Alabama-was met by a lot of confused faces'why would you want to go there?" they asked' ain't nothing there'. Well everything is something, especially if its something i've never seen before.. Besides, cities kinda look monotamous after awhile.
We paacked in the car and drove along the tennessee border until we reached Madison county. A few hours and a bunch of cotton fields later, we reached Dorothella's beautiful country home sitting on 5 acres of land. She has a beautiful family that kept me cozy and laughing at the same time. My only wish was that it wasnt so cold out...I took a few pictures- took eeven more in my head. I wonder if i could live somewhere that rural-it was so peaceful.
I ate well- the dogs cheered me up with their energetic selves. Spent an hour trying to get them to learn how to play catch, even though whenever i'd attempt to throw something, they usually just watched me with that 'why-the-hell-does-she-keep-throwing-that-damn-stick-in-the-air' look. They did give me a tour of the yard though...



Now im back to atlanta, that big Alabama sky is just a faint memory, back to the West End and Spelman...



*play by Pearle Cleage

Thursday, November 24, 2005

stretch

right now i just want to soak in a warm spring. relax my crippled knees. dream about running-

who knew that i would miss it so much...

Saturday, November 19, 2005

"fake meat is like tofu in blackface"
thats what i told moya as she scooped me up a delicious heap of fake meat sloppy joe. Earlier she had sent me to the publix to buy some hamburger buns and by the time i returned to her house, my cynical tummy was eagerly anticipating a meal...even with fake meat. Lately i have begun to notice that my carniverous friends are few and far between and by hanging around so many vegetarians- i have begun cohorting with the enemy.

OK- so perhaps im being dramatic. I just had a conversation with summer where i found myself sounding like a 12 year old unable to rationalize what the hell i was trying to say. And when i did finally say something- i think it left her puzzled over my maturity....i dont blame her

Yesterday was Harry Potter. I confess i have never read any of the books and have only seen one of the movies. Out of a need to lighten my usually pessimistic disposition, i magic markered a lightning bolt on my forehead and wore it to the theatre. Is this denial that i am turning 23 in January...?


Went to CVS, yearned for Xmas- i guess having a house makes me want to decorate for a holiday i usually despise. Never mind that its been 15 years since my mother put a christmas tree in our house,, never mind that my roomate is muslim and is somewhat indifferent to the idea of having a wreath hanging on our west end glass door. I think my house is just asking to be decorated in gawdy green and red, i have some notion that it might make me feel better. Or the reality that i probably wont be able to go home for xmas.

I have put away my passions for quilts-i miss making them from the first one i made in home ec in the 7th grade. I remember trudging through the boston snow to buy fabrics in our town square, picking fanciful designs and mixing snow flakes with desert motifs. I don't have as much time as i used to, i miss making them. When im cold, i want to reach for a blanket i have created from my own imagination. The weather is cold and the chilly air and smell of chimney smoke in my neighborhood reminds me that i have not reutned home to boston in years. I keep saying i'll go back- but when i do-what will i remember of who i am?

Quilts, Quilts- i shall make a quilt for winter- and shall make it for someone i love or someone who needs some warmth in this sometimes cold cold world...

-alii

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

So u try to hate people

and the world

but then someone turns around and does something nice...

like yesterday- unable to see and end to my money situation, i tried to drop out of school. Unfortunately- my job is right across from the womens center which holds a panoramic view of the archives. During class- she sees me go in there , comes running out the class she was teaching and comes into the archives asking why im not in class. Well Dr. Kuumba, i had to drop out...
Dr K: um no you arent- ,we'll work something out- your supposed to be in class

My boss just laughed as i hung my head and headed back to class...

cant say i didnt try

Ndelea and Jocelyn had me over and cooked a fabulous dinner last night. Have you ever thought you knew how to cook until someone cooks for you?Then youre embarrassed to have them over to eat? I would like to revisit that menu
It was a 4 piece dinner served restaurant style

starting with:
a sweet potatoe& curry soup that included cocunut milk and spinach
a tomato sliced with fresh mozzerella sprinkled with balsamic vinegretta(i think)
warm sourdough bread with butter and/or olive oil
main entree was shrimp pasta...
Oh and if that wasnt enough- key lime pie for dinner

There was wine and white zinfindel but i cant drink wine...long story. So i had mango and orange juice.

So u know i went there expecting spaghetti and maybe some salad- i was not expecting this treat. I mean goddamn- do people really cook like this? IT WAS SO GODDAMN GOOD- i think i was in a state of shock...

I think i need to purchase some more cook books

alii

Thursday, November 10, 2005

sure ive been told

but sometimes you just gotta believe it for yourself.

After a rough day of yelling and running into brick walls, i had a near break down in the middle of the cosby building. Just when i though i couldnt take it anymore-out of nowhere A little 4'11 locked angel named Dr. McFadden popped up and demanded that i join her for lunch.
Walking back to her visitors suite on campus in the bottom of johnnetta b. cole, we talked about a son she had lost last year in Boston Childrens hospital- the same hospital i stayed in and spent time playing with my recovering sister. We talked about Zimbabwe, a political system that i have yet to understand. Battery chickens and the west end goodwill

Sure i hate tofu and i hate salads, but i cleaned my plate, and it was good. Made me a believer in veganism. and fresh green tea.

I left there with a smile on my face and a new peace that helped me get through the rest of the days as a sane woman.

I stopped back in yvonnes office(another aquarian) and smiled at the little token of love she had left me-a free lunch ticket.

Sure ive been told the womens center is spelmans best dept.- but now i believe it way down in my heart. Didnt know i had an extra family looking out for me..
alii

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

walking on broken glass

it sucks being poor-

I tapped all my wells dry and my money(3 paychecks) is tied up at spelman.

yesterday i decided to do something ive never done before-apply for food stamps.

And there i was- yesterday in the bankhead welfare office- knocking on the glass window to protect the social workers from the vicious poor people. I had eveerything- my rent, electric bill, gas bill- and thats not even covering my phone bill. She looked at me and wrote- FS and shouted through the window- "how much is your rent baby?". Sent me to another room across the hall where i nervously twitched my feet. 45 minutes later- sitting across a big blue sign that said "all work is honorable, work first" i was called back up- she looked at me and told me to come back wednesday at 10:30.

Ive been in places like that. Planned parenthood,Dept. human services to get my shots. medicaid office when i was younger. Ive been to much better places. My life is some schizophrenic mix of being dirt poor but upper middle class. I think im supposed to be learning something from this.and i am.

The good news though is that my boss is back so my money can finally come back-
the bad news is that it will be awhile before i will get paid- another 15 days or so.
And i got another little side gig at spelman- working for one of the Cosby chairs that should give me something extra- hopefully enough to fly home to cali for christmas- or at least to boston.

in the meantime- back on the grind. But no worries- everything will be okay.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

"how i learned gymnastics" or 'I finally got a bed'



Thanks to alysia and amber who have finally bought my bed saga to an end.




I love it- its perfect- even if i dont have a frame for it

Thanks you, thank you, thank you

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Sock it to me

GODDAMN ITS COLD OUT HERE!!!!

I just bought 12 pairs of socks for 5.00 from the sock truck on Lee St. I was later informed that there was a sock truck on Lowery Blvd. that were selling 30 pairs for 10 dollars. I feel a little jipped. I have yet to master the art of washing my socks and them making it out of the washer in pairs. Anyone who knows me knows that i generally wear two different socks at once anyway. I like to think of my socks as polyamorous, they don't like staying in the same relationship so they mate with others. Sound familiar???

So i tried to counter this problem by buying 6 pairs of whites and 6 pairs of black socks. Today my socks are in an interracial relationship
sound familiar??

They also sale drawes, hats , ''A' shirts, White Tee, boxers for real cheap too, $.75 a pop.

...can you tell i'm bored??

i cant wait for friday, when ill be leaving for my little mini vacation to Virginia. I'll take plenty o'pictures so that you can have another boring photo blog entry with no words.

take care,
alii

Sunday, October 23, 2005

That Time of Year again



Anyway please excuse the pictures, my camera was cuttin up...

A ball of positivity rolled our way when they indomitable teresa made a comeback.


My boy(middle) from the boston days (and part of the reason i came to spelman )who will graduate in a month...tear.


Back to back negroes- as far as the eye could see.


A whole lotta dancing by the young


and old


line for the step show was completely insane



but it was a beautiful step show none the less.




The Deltas won the stepshow, the Sigmas should have won. AKA's got second with all their stomping and hair tossing. Watching boys put on wigs and dance to golddigger and kryptonite doing the laffy taffy dance was too much for me to handle.

All in all it was cool.Im glad i went

peace.

Friday, October 21, 2005

All Gods Creatures Great and Small



Wednesday i came home, there was only one dog. And when hafeeza walked in, the look on her face said it all. It wasnt a surprise, after 15 years of life complicated by arthritis, cancer and glaucoma, it was perhaps his time to go..

Oh but how ill miss him.

He was a big dog- weighed about 130lbs. Gentle giant Rottweiler with a low rumbling old-dog bark that would shake the house. A grandfather dog, his arthritis limited his movement but he tried his best to be the dog he once was. Days in the house it was just me and the dog. He sat and watched as i read 'for colored girls' aloud, first watching intently, then yawning, and by the time i proclaimed "I found God in myself and I loved her-- I loved her fiercely", i turned around and he was asleep.

When i screamed bloody murder as a giant flying cockroach flew through the window, he slowly hobbled to my defense, barking at the bug but unable to chase it. But he tried, and thats all that mattered.

I'm going to miss big blackie. Sliding acroos the floor to rest his huge self on my feet. Watching through my door as i tried on different outfits before i finally settled on the same jeans and tshirt i usually wear. Watching as i danced around my room to 'laffy-taffy'. Watching and waiting for me to wake up, watching and waiting for me to go to sleep.

A tear rolling down my cheek as i walk past his favorite part of the room, between our two doors. The silence that his tail hitting the floor used to fill.

All Dogs go to heaven
and like we used to end funerals at my old church
'and so it is'.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Things haven't changed much



Im still that black girl who picks up catepillars on the side of the road. But this catepillar was huge-my camera be my witness...So beautiful-pre butterfly, before it has wings. But it was cute, bright green, minding its own business...

A few hours later we walked past it, someone had squashed it. Made me kinda sad.

In an unrelated moment

this morning i woke up:


This is what i look like pre-actually getting ready for school. This picture made me laugh because i realized for the first time that i have my mommas short legs. long torso-short legs.hehehehe. Now im starting to know what they mean when they say 'getting your mommas body'.

and i wouldnt change it for the world.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

a day in the life of alii

Just though id share a few random pics with yall.

Starting off with my beautiful dogs- who push open my door every morning and wait for me to get up





Next is class(fem. qualitative research methods) in the women's center


The West End "Mall"


Wrist Band after Afrekete's first field trip to the club(and yes my walls are bright yellow and theres a fireplace in my room)


Me doing some early morning reading on my porch


waiting for the bus on a rainy day


I would post more but its time to go get some sushi...

later.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

screeeeeeeam!

This shit is too much to deal with

and i dont want to drop out. Gotta work something out...

-alii

Monday, October 10, 2005

Afrekete (Spelmans GSA) was very interesting. We had an interesting meeting with a relatively high turnout. Tuesday were going to the club to celebrate national coming out day. It should be fun. I am becomin increasingly aware that there is an entirely new gneneration of people at spelman. This years freshman class was born in 1987. Or in other words, i feel old. I might try to excape to Boston this weekend. or maybe dc. Doing the xfare thing- 40 dollar ticket.

Im keeping up with my schoolwork. A's allover the place.

Had a wonderful weekend. Im about to braid Moyas hair-maybe ill give her a braided mohawk...hehehehe. Then i have to do something to my own hair which needs to be washed. I need to buy a blowdryer.

Well bye for now
thanks for reading

-alii

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

pics are worth a thousand

One morning- i sat on my porch to enjoy the sun. A beauiful black butterfly landed on my porch...this is her








Saturday, October 01, 2005

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

The Good
*I actually got paid on time from Spelman.
*I found a second job. So now im working two jobs and school full time...
*So theres this boy(Im reallly not as gay as people seem to think), he goes to morehouse. He called and we talked...thats all ill say about that...giggle, giggle
*My roomate can cook from scratch. We've been having depression era food like meat and potatoes, corn and grits while reading Zane novels ( as required for summers ghetto lit course) at the table. But since we both got paid, maybe the food might improve.
*This party might actually work out. Target time-Halloween. Still deciding about whether its a queer girls party or not.
*ive started walking to school-its 2 miles down Abernathy which is an adventure in itself. I leave in late morning- just in time to encounter the all the 10am drunks in the West End.
*Moya is letting me drive her car, so im getting road experience.
*School is going well
*All my bills are paid
*Im learning to type- im at 12wpm
*I have half a bed together- i just need to figure out how to get it out to my house

The Bad
*i just paid my rent and i have like 30 dollars for food left.
*At nearly 50 dollars a month- i wont be getting internet...at least not for awhile.
*Now that i have two jobs and school full time, time will be of the essence.
*I need someone to dj the party cheaply
*its getting cold outside-this is my first southern fall

The Ugly
*Ive lost about 8 lbs due to an erractic one meal a day eating schedule. Hopefully this second job will help that situation. Lightheaded and goosebumps during class is not cute.
*Its getting cold and dark early which is begging to impede my travel
*Sprint pcs is getting on my goddamn nerves
*I miss people in my life (family, friends and sisters)
*My tuition is still not paid

Man now im all sad-but the good outweighs the bad and thats all that matters

Have a blessed weekend

Friday, September 30, 2005

random

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...

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

"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....

Friday, September 23, 2005

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

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

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

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

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...

Sunday, September 18, 2005

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...

Thursday, September 15, 2005

"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...

Saturday, September 10, 2005

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.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

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.

Monday, September 05, 2005

this weekend

Hey everybody-
Just wanted to say hi

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

Monday, August 29, 2005

Some firsts

Stoners
Went to Stone Mountain for the first time. Stone mountain itself is this huge mile high solid rock formation. Its quite beautiful and grand. In the early 1900s, members of the confederate alumna association decided to blast a memorial into the side of the mountain.


It was at one time, a big klan stronghold. Since then it has, with the generous donation of private orgainizations(probably one with a giant cotton ball as its sympbol), been turned into an amusement park. Ya know, kinda like 6 confederate flags over stone mountain. There are rides, souvenir shop, picnic area, a large green that shows laser shows on the carving and other family fun. Most of the tourists were Asian, followed by black and a few white families..

Do the twists
Twisted my hair for the first time. It was a desperate attempt after not being able to find anyone to do it that weekend. so i did it myself. It took like 4hours, which is sad because my hair is not that long. But i felt so accomplished, and it turned out pretty decent. Now im not scared to go swimming or running and of getting my hair wet without being able to wash it.

Groupie love
I'm now a double major in Soc/Womens studies. most of the classes cross over so it wont be too difficult. Alysia and I have a lot of classes together. I realized how much time i spent in the womens studies department without being a womens studies major. I was kind of a groupie. Plus- they have all the good classes- and i secretly wanted to take them. So i declared myself a womens studies major and the reaction was kinda like oh, i already thought you were. So there were no hugs, no flowers, no congratulations...just a bunch of confused stares.


Last night i spent the night in Morehouse suites. I forgot how well my boy chris can cook. He made me chicken, broccoli and rice. Friday, alysia bought me a chicken sandwich and over the weekend, moya made this amazing salad.I feel like that plant in little shop of horros that sits in the corner and says "Feed me' My stomach is full so it should be a wonderful day.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

um




what the hell was that shizophrenic mess on the VMA's...just had to let that out my system...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Oh i wish i were in the land of cotton...




So i'm trying to make some moves in the direction of the career i want to eventually have. Working with archives, museums, libraries and preserving black history for the future blah blah blah. I've managed an interview with the school archivist 10/hr but its only 10 hours a week. So i looked into another position at the georgia archives. THe director is a black woman, spelman alumna everything looked great.

So im on the phone with this lady inquiring about internships. She said there were two positions left. Great i thought-this would be just the thing to supplement my position at Spelman. "Well the two internships left are funded by the United Daughters of the Confederacy, and your job would be assisiting and aiding in our Confederate Archives"

Silence.

then she asks me where i went to school- im like "Spelman"

silence

"well would you be interested in that internship?" she asks

"Um, sure, I guess...ill get back to you on that later, thanks."

So i called a few of my advisors(my dad, summer, my cousin, angel and moya) all who laughed and agreed i should go ahead and take it...its a paid internship...whats the problem?

Well heres my problem.


C'mon now-what the hell kind of sympbol is that? What if that shit is printed on my checks? Real amusing, going to a bank and cashing in a check with a cotton ball on it. Can u imagine the looks on peoples faces when they walk into the confederate archives and see my face? hehehehe.

May i help you?


Sometimes i forget history isn't always pretty and inspiring. To understand what actually happened you have to understand what actually happened..ya know? Slavery just didnt happen- people enslaved people...you can't leave that very important aspect of history out because i morally disagree with them..

or can I?

An archivists job is to preserve the history- not analyze, editorialize and make it political. Thats the job of researchers and academics. This should be a real interesting position...

I'll keep you posted.
While singing dixie and skipping around with my parasol...

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Soccer practice




So i had this grand idea to try out for the spelman soccer team. To make a long story short- all was going well until this girl kicked a ball at me and the coach yelled at me to stop the ball with my head.

So cross country starts tomorrow. practice is everyday @ 6:30 am

Went to spelman again to meet with my dean,i was definately wearing my pajamas(white college style). School hasnt started so i feel no need to get dressed up. Who am i kidding-im never dressed up. My last name is not Judd,Shepard, McArthur nor Fergeson...

I miss dancing with Tam

People seem to be struggling with the concept that I hate talking to people on the phone.

Moya's house has turned into a co-op. Currently there are 4 people living in moyas 1 bedroom apartment- we share 1 tv, 1 computer and 1 bathroom. Big difference between moya and I? Moya likes people in her house, I don't.

I'm broke but I found this internship at the atlanta archives that looks promising, espcially since the director is a spelman alumna...

I found out that to be an archivist, I have to go to grad school for a year to get my MLS(masters of Library Sciences). More motivation to get better grades.

I'm quasi-registered for classes but i'm 5 g's short. Looks like someone will be filling out an application at Queen City strip club. Shouldnt be to bad- besides, I have a well-documented aversion to clothing.

Well thats all- my comp time is up.

Peace yall

alii

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Here one day


Gone the next.

Sometimes i don't understand life

or death.

Sure i knew you for a second. We sat there on July 28th,almost a month ago, Angels birthday, room full of laughter as we crooned songs in angel's apartment. Sounding like the house band from hell, we made beautiful music terribly. Jokes because you were from texas. Jokes because you had that country ass accent with the cute boy voice. You opened your mouth to sing and we all shut up. Mike Jooooones kinda nigga.

And everytime i see your pic on the headlines"49er DEAD AFTER PRESEASON GAME"- i remember that same face across the room on the keyboard. I remember you living...even for just a few moments.

Damn at 23, why'd you have to go? But glad to have known you for that second.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Last night i went to d'jangles(a saditty ittle tapas bar in ATL) with my roomie and her friends. Why do people look the same? all the girls were there in the white skirts, assymetrical belt, coloured halter top and a small shoulder bag tucked under their bangled clad arms. Dangly earrings and sunglasses on top of their head. I mean- i dont know- sometimes when everyone isdressed the same it makes me wonder if i missed the memo or something. I did what i usually do when i dont know anyone, sat real quiet and watched everyone around me. My usual antisocial self. Nothing new.

This boy is trying to fuck me over with this futon. Can't afford a bed yet so that will have to wait. Instead im hibernating under a thin sheet on a blow up mattress courtesy of my friend alysia.

There are worse things in life. Though i do have a major fear of being cold stemming from my mother not being able to afford oil heating during those cold boston winters. Waking up to ice cold wood floors and heating the tub with boiled water- staying at friends house because it was too cold to come home...

but im sure in this 90 degree muggy weather thats not going to happen anytime soon.

Doesn't mean i dont want a bed- just means ill have to wait. Things will work out- they always have. Especially when i put some effort out there.

or as my grandmother says to me

"God helps those who help themselves"

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

She get it from her momma...

Maybe thats my problem- i cant make up my damn mind.

My mom is the same way. Whats insanely crazy is that when my mom was 23- she lived on the same street i just found a house on here in atlanta...before that- between 19-21-she lived in Berkeley.Sometimes i feel as though im retracing her steps- and if all goes well- im destined to live in DC in about 2 years.

Some people stay on top of things and me- well i stay at the bottom of things. I don't know how ive managed all these years. Sometimes my mind is so far ahead, looking at the big picture that i forget the basics. Like getting dressed and forgetting to put your underwear on.

Sometimes i wish the world would slow down so I can get it together- yet if it did- time would be frozen forever.

I don't know what i want...

Monday, August 15, 2005

...and so it is

i dont believe in good- and perhaps i don't believe in bad. Things just 'are'.

my friend says im a pessimist for thinking that way, another just says that i'm indifferent.

After the storm rattled the ground- a rush of frigid air rushed through the door. I thought that even after the storm- the weather might be warm. I lay there shivering and freezing in silence- looked around for a nice warm spot. Settled for another place.slightly warmer.

I guess thats what i get for not weaing a jacket...

alii

Sunday, August 14, 2005

misc.

I need to actually move into my place today. Even if i have to sleep on a mattress on the floor. Get it movin...

i also need o do some shopping for my new place-this should be interesting given that i hate shopping- especially for myself.

i went to a gathering with 'Jocelea'. Old faces new faces. I wore a long flowey skirt courtesy of alysia(if yall don't know- i'm alysia's closet rat- i take her clothes and bring them cross country and take pics of other people in her clothes)Smiles and laughs and a sip of a martini. We honored ourselves, our bodies, some chicken wings and pussy williams.

Golddigeer has a video- looks like the twin video to David Banners 'play'. I love lingerie and bikinis so im really feeling the vidoe.

Moyas coming back tomorrow! Yay. Guess its back to no meat...

I live in the West End and the West End lives in me.

I want to leave comments on Delaines blog but i dont think im deep enough


okay i gotta go now..peace.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay

So this morning I lost Hafeeza's (my new roomie)dog. I was showing Alysia around the house and I opened the back door and the dog just sprinted out. It was gone for like 20 minutes while Alysia and I frantically tried to search the neighborhood, hitting our thighs and whistling.I didnt have my phone and I tried to call around hoping people had Hafeezas number. 20 long minutes later, the dog just popped up next door. Wagging his tail and looking at me bemused. Nigga- this aint hide and go seek!

Him and I are going to have an interesing relationship. And as long as he and i are in the house together- he will never(and i repeat never) see the light of day.

don't worry- he got a window.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Never leave me alone

It's so hard/
to say goodbye
to yesterday


Sure I sound like a whiny kid- but damn- did y'all all have to leave at once?

After one semester of meeting some of the most beautiful,not entirely grounded, intelligent, thoughtful, women centered individuals-y'all are just gonna get up and fuckin go?

What the fuck!!

I feel like a kid who came to the playground, having all the fun i could muster up- then 5 minutes later y'alls momma called you to come home. I'm sitting there alone in my diaper in the sandbox, looking at the castles y'all built and wondering what i should do with them.

Okay so i suck at metaphors- but im just trying to tell y'all how i feel right now..


Fuck y'all with your mass exodus away from me. Baby, i'm a melodramatic selfish biyatch, you guys were MY friends. Y'all got some nerve leaving me on this campus with all these people...

I've only been here a semester. I'm just now starting to purge the misogyny out my system. Shit- i got here not even knowing what the word misogyny meant-I had to look it up after the first SisterFire i attended. I have only recently started reading Hill Collins and understanding all of this stuff that y'all learned waaaay before me. I'm new to this and I'm not a very good feminist, In fact I suck at it. But im still trying...

1 semester and I have learned so much. I hope it wasnt in vain- I hope I don't let y'all down. I promise I'll try not to let anyone step on your sand castles...



and ill take/with me the memories/
to bring back the sun after the raaaaain
ooooooohhhhhhhhh yeaah
It's so hard, to say goodbye
to yesterday

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Oh yeah, I forgot, I live in the coloured section

So after a few days of hiding out in Moya's posh Decatur pad, I ventured on over to my new neighborhood, my new home...

After an obnoxious stint on the Marta and a few pit stops at the West End Bank of America and Post Office, where the lines are ridiculously long for no reason.

Its a working class area at the bottom of Bougie Avenue(a.k.a.Cascade) near abouts Abernathy. Its a black neighborhood with old peple who still sit on their porches and wave as I walk by.( Old people make for good neighbors-they got the police on speed dial in case some riff-raff' and nonsense comes into the neighborhood). I walked up my porch to hear my new dogs 'don't have a name' and 'i forgot his name' running to greet me...It was beautiful.

Still don't have a bed...let me rephrase that-'I still dont have someone to bring my bed across town for me"

After my soul basked in the heat- I walked over to Krogers( a popular grocery chain over here). This kroger in particular has a barber shop- a nail salon, an athletes foot and tax services. No thats not an exaggeration. It is probably the ghettoist shit i've seen in a loooong time. I had been craving spinach- and the night before, i attempted to make what i thought was spinach and turned out to be lettuce(fuck you- they look the same). Of course i didn't realize this until i had a pot full of boiled lettuce...ANYWAY I purchased some spinach and since I live in a cloured section- there were two checers open in the entire store. So i decided to try out those self checking machines, which i abhor. The machine shortchanged me of a precious quarter i needed for my trip back. I stood in the long customer service line for 15 minutes to get my quarter....


After an exhausting day of waiting in line then waiting...i walked all the way to castleberry to see my friend Tam. Shes rooming with 3 morehouse dudes which i think is taking a toll on her whether shes conscious of it or not. We twisted her hair which took like 2 hours while listening to Young Jeezy in a room filled with weed smoke. we left and attempted to get some food on campus with the SOL
s but despite all of tams smooth talking social skills, we got kicked out the caf looking like two homely ashy-kneed kids.

So I'm back in the white neighborhood. Back to where the supermarkets are brightly lit. Where i can call sushi and it comes to my door. Where i can walk across the street without running for my life. Where I'm not surrounded by chicken on every block. Where people don't lean out their cars 'hey shaaaaawty', where some nappy headed somebody approaches me liek 'hey dred-or better yet-my beautiful african queen of earth mother...shut the fuck up.

Lol- but they still make me smile inside

and like Mr. Rogers says
it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood....

Please wont you be, my neighbor?


alii

Sunday, August 07, 2005

First things first

1. I love that song 'georgia peach' by Rasheeda

2. No Moya- Arkansas is not in the south. even if every map i looked up says that it is...lol

3. Congrats A. I'm so excited for you!


So the other day i was aquainted with my new place. Its a spacious beautiful old house with high ceilings and hardwood paneling throughout the house. My room is bright with an old fireplace in it. Very spacious kitchen with counters for days. The bathroom has a tub with feet/paws(my favorite kind). Its really cute. Great house for hosting people/company. Huge flat deck with plenty of seating for an outdoor party and a place for gardening. My only complaint is the distance from school and the price is a bit steep. But my roomate seems cool. I have some new pets too. Can't wait to get a turtle or a frog. Can't wait for a lot of things. I'm really excited.


Well thats all in aliiland-

a very happy and blessed woman,
Alii

Friday, August 05, 2005

I love pictures

I see pictures all the time. Most i can't take. And not just a picture- but a real candid one, with natural lighting. There are laws against taking picutres of people you don't know and publishing them- which is why if you hang around me long enough-you'll end up in my photo log of over 2000 pictures. I like to practice with my friends, some photograph real well- others don't. Photogenicity(my word for 'being photogenic') has a lot to do with ones confidence in front of the camera and less to do with their physical features. When i say someone is photogenic, i mean that they have an honesty about themselves in front of the camera. Its actually a lot harder than it looks. I love photgraphing people like that, but they are few and far between.

Oddly enough I hate people taking pictures of me. I smile in most pics- its my default camera face. It makes me look nice or sweet. And suppose for the most part i am. But i have yet to see a pic of me that really shows me. I'm not sure I'd want to see that picture.

So on an unrelated note- i'm back to atlanta. I hate flying and two shots of vodka (courtesy of the man next to me) fixed that problem. I got off the plane and was greeted by moya who drove me home in her new one. She has a beautiful car and a lovely apartment. We went to see Alysia- it was so great to see her. We watched being bobby brown but i was knocked out within minutes. we drove home amidst a crazy storm- swearving to avoid trees that were knocked over by the sudden lightning storm. A huge tree had fallen and blocked the road and we watched as the power line sparked...

Blackout- i couldnt sleep. I can't sleep in silence, i hate to hear thoughts running through my head. I've trained myself to drown out my loud thoughts with the sound of alughtracks on the tv.

back here- gotta make it happen. Want to take more and more pics, want to share my visions with others.

Sigh...

alii

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Dance like nobody's watching







A few shots from my weekend. Yes some of us were more drunk than others...

Monday, August 01, 2005

I was going to grace yall with some pics from my weekend

BUT WHEN I GOT MY DISK BACK-IT HAD SOME RANDOM WHITE FAMILY POSING AT YOSEMITE!!!!!


SCREAM!!!!!!!!!
-love, alii

Friday, July 29, 2005

Fresh Meat

So theres some new 'family' on its way to spelman. A transfer student, 22 from the Bay, and her name starts with an "A". (sound familiar).

I peeped her yesterday at the club, talked with her a few times on the phone. Though statistically we sound similar, we aren't anything alike. But I don't care. I would type more but I don't want to put her on blast.

She's cool, i hope she likes spelman and vice versa. Its gonna be an interesting transition for her, and you know how im always worried about that. A new transfer...remember that Bettina?

Transfernites represent!!!!!!

Nothing compares to you

I havn't laughed in awhile- being here without my her leaves me with only half smiles and chuckles. Sometimes I scowl when i walk, i know this because people tell me.
Especially lately.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Went running around the lake

I ran 3.5 miles, my last mile was 7:05...im trying to get back into the 6's. My knee is still bothering me-- I hope it doesnt prevent me from playing soccer next semester. The bay is in the midst of a 'heat wave' as defined by weather over 70 degrees for more than 3 consecutive days. (They dont know heat..if im wearinbg a sweater at noon- it is not a heat wave)

Running is a great way to think, i don't like running with people- its distracting. So it was me alone with my thoughts.

My friends blog had me thinking about New England, where i was raised. I had the classical new england childhood. I lived in a 'town' of 26,000. Bundles up and went sleeding in the winter, jumped into the golden leaves in the fall. My brick school had a bell on the roof. It was a safe area, we could walk through town without incident. In middle/high school(my middle school burned down) I would walk 2.3 miles to school, and 2.3 miles back. Though cold, walking became like meditation. Seeing my tracks through the fresh driven snow as i cut through the park and on my way home they were frozen over. If it was quiet enough, you could hear the snow hit the ground. I can still feel my jeans heavy and wet, squeaking as i trekked into the school. Taking my snow boots off and changing into my regular school shoes, and a fresh puddle at the bottom of my locker.



Seasons, something that actually exists in New england, treks the passage of time. There are 4(not two) and they each come with their surprises and annoyances. Summers are 95 degrees and 180 days later its 5 degrees. Spring(birth) and autumn(passing) are in between, reminding us that nothing really lasts forever.

I have not returned to that particular home in 3 years. My house is no longer there but its still living in the back of my mind. A big yellow two family house that changes like the seasons.

Its funny how in july- running and sweating, i could only think of winter. I wonder if my mind purposely blocked out the memories of swealtering humid hot summers punctuated by an occasional hurricane. My mind longed for a blizzards, nor'esters, snow days. The loud humming of snowplows scraping the cement through the night, the snow blowers doing the sidewalk in the morning. The dead silence that snow brings. If i could i would make me a snowman right now and dance with it until it melted and my dream ended.

Back to sore legs and ben gay...

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Her name is alysia





My first day of spelman, first class, I recognized her from her friendsterpic. I was too shy to say anything to her. It would have sounded something like "hi im ali and im gay".

she went away for awhile, far off to South africa- i thouht i would never see her again. thought i missed my chance to say hello. I was wrong.

she's special, special to me. She let me come in her room even when she wasnt there. I miss standing outside her window and shouting through the screen to let me in. Walking in her room and turning on the TV and kicking my shoes off like i live there.

Because without alysia I would see Charis a lot less, i wouldnt look at flat booty at the Vortex, No one would drive to compton to see me. no one to go to inserrections with. no one to compare locs to. My dance buddy at queer girls parties, my friend and sister...

So happy birthday to you and our locs,

alii

Me in the Deep Blue



Cooling off from the heat Wave in Lake Berryessa.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Went on the trip from hell yesterday

I knew i shouldnt have gone/ my instincts told me to stay in Berkeley, but i thought- hey alii, youre a square, why don't you go out and actually do something?

It ended up being one of these trips where i got stranded with these random people miles away from home. Alcohol and weed all over the place.

I would really go into the details but thinking about it makes me nauseus and irritable.

The moral of this story is- theres nothing wrong with being a boring square...

Alii

p.s. Someone please download that kanye song golddigger and send it to me. I hate to admit it- but i love it(for no particular reason)

Friday, July 22, 2005

Only the good die young

Last year during my second season of track, we had about 5 new girls join the team. One was this beautiful young woman named stephanie. A lifelong oakland resident, she was in her first semester of community college with aspirations of becoming a nurse. I liked Stephanie, during track meets while waiting for the races, she would braid my hair, twisting them into these elaborate designs that lasted maybe a week, then she would take them down. She worked at a hair shop, and i would sometimes stop in to say hello, trying on bright purple wigs and posing in the mirror. Right before my 21st birthday, I asked her to pick out some hair for me but instead she flat ironed it. I was going to Atlanta to see my best friend at morehouse. She laughed made it real cute and wished me luck in atlanta.

I made it to Atlanta, and while i was partying away in the morehouse suites, celebrating my 21st, she was shot. The next morning I get a call that she was dead, "accidently" shot in the head. fuck accidents. I understand there are no accidents but damn, one that leaves a 18 year old dead is painful to swallow. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time...

Sigh, i think of her often, almost every week. I imagine the anguish her family is going through as milestones past. Theyll never have her back.

Last week another 19 year old girl was shot dead in Berkeley. She was president of her high school Black Student Union, and had just completed her sophmore year on a full ride scholarship to Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. She majored in Black studies and was using the summer to intern in a womans shelter. She wsa shot dead in front of her friends alledgedly by another friend. the details are still sketchy, but the fact that she is dead isn't. Her funeral is today, the sight of her face almost brings tears to my eyes and i didn't even know her.

And i dont really know what i want to say. Don't know why im writing this . We all know violence is real, that it affects a disproportionate number of black males. I don't have any new words to offer. No new insight or perspective except for one who is completely saddened everytime we lose someone, especially someone who was doing everything right. but damn its sad. And i think about it all the time.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

You can find me at the club...

bottle full of water

because im cheap like that and its free.

Last night Bea(Another one of these shared friends from Atlanta), Angel and I went to the Cafe, this bar/club in San Francisco. Though angel and I were not impressed, Bea found her way straight to the middle of the club, doing the most with anybody and everybody there. Meanwhile Angel and I got stuck with this strange girl who somehow kept migrating with us. Unlike a real friend who will rescue you from wierd people who push up on you in the club, angel just sat there and watched grinning. So i did what any good friend would do, told the girl to go dance with Angel and left her ass while i went somewhere else.

Unfortunately my plan backfired and she was waiting for me to get back.

Damn.

But wyhatever, kickin it wih Bea was real cool, we had a lot of fun. I'm glad she came.


Thats all,

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Another attempt at breakfast

Todays menu was eggs and grits(Still broke). I got the egg done and i boiled some water for the grits. But when i looked for the grit box- it was nowhere to be found. So i was stuck with some boiling water and an egg.

when will it end.

But life can be much worse, i really can't complain. I often think of other things in the world and realize my issues don't even compare. People burying loved ones in Iraq, London, the US, and i'm complaining about there being no grits. Some people can't walk their own streets, dont have a stove, and im compalining about grits. Again there are worse things in life, and i generally pride myself in my ability to keep some sense of perspective. So i had an egg and some boiling hot water and my life goes on. Furthermore, boiled water is a luxury- especially if youre abroad and are fond of drinking lake water in india and end up with guardia.

I'll be heading back to atlanta soon, got a call from someone i hadnt heard from in a few monthes. It was pleasent. I'll have someone to practice soccer with so we can shine like powder blue jaguars.

But first i should actually get in shape.

-alii

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Just one of those days

Today is starting out like one of those days.

Case in point-

I'm broke- as usual.
This morning i looked in the refrigerator and there was(and this is no exaggeration)

Malt liquor
eggs,
spaghetti sauce(mind you with no noodles)
condiments from McDonalds and KFC
I can't believe its not butter
Diet Mayonaise

in the icebox there was
frozen wet air(i.e. ice)
some frozen greens
and some other unidentified freezing objects.

Now with a refrigerator like that- i had to do something inspirational for breakfast. So i looked and found some kool-aid in the cupboard and decided to make scrambled eggs and koolaid for breakfast( i know y'all are jealous). This meal covered my 2 favorite food groups, meat and sugar, and looked somewhat promising.

So i crack the egg and as it was cooking, i prepared the koolaid. I put the egg on the plate and poured a nice tall glass of red kool-aid(I know your salivating now). I took a sip of the koolaid and wouldn't u know, instead of sugar I had made the koolaid with salt.

Now most of yall know i hate water, so there was 1 other option left. So i had an egg and malt liquor for breakfast. It really isn't funny. AT ALL.

So the moral of this story is ?
a. I need some money bad.
b. I need to go grocery shopping.
c. I'm a burgeoning alcoholic.
d. Sugar or salt- its all white powder to me.

I'll settle on A.

send your tax-deductible donations to the hungry alii fund. No amount is too small.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

A sad excuse for a blog posting

I went to the club last night with a friend...

yeah thats all.

Oh you wanted more?

-alii

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Since im out of words-

And this often happens, I whip out my camera instead.

ill try to share as many with y'all as I can.

I really don't like this green blog shit...i might change it again.

-froggy

Friday, July 08, 2005

Guilty pleasures

Things that need to happen before I move back

1. walk the Golden Gate Bridge
2. Take pictures of me walking the golden gate bridge
3. Learn to cook something other than top ramen, pita pizzas and ants on a log.
4. Learn to manage my money better
5. GET AN ACADEMIC PLAN TOGETHER
6. get all the misogynistic songs out of my head
7. Convert to heterosexuality- take a dick for a test drive
8. Learn the library of congress system of filing books
9. Seriously begin working toward my future career as a museum curator or archivist
10. Learn to twist my own damn hair so i dont have to stalk and bribe my friends to do it.
11. Photograph my sisters
12. Learn to publicly go dumb(ie get hyphy)
13. See all my dentists and doctors b4 my medical insurance runs out in January on my 23rd bday.
14. Get in shape for soccer season at Spelman since taking a bus 2 stops does not qualify as exercise
15. GET MONET

Finished the letter,

its in their hands now. I was thinking of posting it but it is too long. 4 pages. But thanks everyone who helped me with it. But if youre dying to read it- ill email it to you.

I have roughly two more weeks here. I'm pretty much set on a house in the West End. Its with a girl that some of you reading this blog know. Her name starts with an H and ends with eeza. Spelman alumna. shes got two dogs, one that at 110lbs is literlly bigger than me. I've heard good things about her, hope it works out.

In the meantime Ill think of something more interesting to write,

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

los dientes

I had part 4 of 5 of my root canal. The drilling almost drove me insane. they filed my tooth down to the gum and stuck a temporary crown on top. Running my tongue through my mouth i felt for the first time since i was 4 a gap in my back teeth. It threw me off for a second, it felt strange and airy.

I have a gap in my front teeth. I'm used to it now. I used to hate it but now its grown on me. I see them everywhere. My wisdomm teeth are starting to push them in a bit. I used to dream of getting braces, but now im getting a little sad as the gap closes.


More later, ill excerpt my letter.
Thanks everyone,
alii

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Edited down

My friend tells me that im sensitive, i know that i am. I'm trying to be a good friend, good sister, good daughter. good person. I try to be there, listen, understand when it necessary. Using my experiences and doing right by them. I've fucked up way too many times to not learn anything from them.

Sigh.. all i want right now is clarity, her, time, and some fucking discipline. My hearts racing as deadlines come closer.

breath- sigh breathe. Trying to make goosebumps disappear.
Right now im praying for clarity and peace of mind.

Friday, July 01, 2005

RANDOM

1. They tried to shut my phone off again- until i called them and cussed them out..again. so i f you call me and you get that message... thats why...

1.75 Why is the Queergrrls party invitation all skeee weed out? Or is someone on line?

2. Happy Birthday Tiona

3. I just got pics back from piedmont park picnic, Alysia and T, Tam and Judy, Tiona and Sienna, Moya and Squirt and the gayest muthafuckas west of the mississippi doing the gayest dance i have ever seen...

3.5 Congratulations alysia...do the damn thing.

4. I need a job.

5. I met another free flowing ion to bond with, her name starts with an L

6. I'm cracking myself up. I do that when im ridiculously disallusioned from reality. No never mind- i do that all the time.

7. speaking of cracking up- read my girl summers blog about erace her TV. Shit is the funniest thing ive read all week.

8. I downloaded about 6 ringtones this morning..hollaback girl, waiting in vain,lose control, don't ya wish, common's love is, ...is that 6?

you can stop reading now...it only gets worse...

9. I need a job.

10. I have half THE LETTER done

11. I really like Bettina's blog

12. I need some boston seafood right about now.

13. I NEED MY HAIR TO LOCK RIGHT ABOUT NOW..1 year in august

14. I'm liking that pussycat song 'dont ya wish' a little too much

15. Rize was entertaining

16. I want to go back to ATL, for one reason

okay its over...