Who I come from

Okay- i know my clothes look a mess, i told yall i coulnt match. But this is a pic of my family.


FAMILY

I dont take it lightly that i have 2 parents and a very closely knit family. Sure its small but i like it that way. They live in California, (my dads family lives in the San Francisco bay while my maternal family lives in Los angeles) 1800 miles away. When i called and told them that i couldnt afford to fly out for the holidays- they pitched in and saw to it that i would be able to make it out there.
I talk a lot about my friends- but here are some poeple i dont talk a lot about. The people who call me Alison. Because these are the people who really know me, who changed my diapers, who drove me to school, bought all my girl scout cookies, spanked me, fed me and took me fishing. They are my cheerleaders, my backbone and village. I could go on, but i wont. So here are some pics. I only wish my dad was actually in some of the pics instead of taking them...

My 4 sisters Kara(19), Maiya(13), Charlotte(5), Me(22), Jasmine(10)


My paternal grandmother Emma who is finally beginning to like my hair(not really)



My grandfather stepping out to church in his black leather coat


My youngest sister and I

My aunty V(my dads sister) and I


My sister Kara, me, and cousin Jessica


The sisters, everybody is standing with their hands on their sister. Top l-r (Tiffany(21), my mother(52), Aunt Karyn(50), me;(bottom row l-r) Tiffany(14), aunty eva (85 or something), my grandmother (80) and my younger sister Kara(20)

My childhood home in Carson, CA

i find it hard to say

Christmas was lovely- enjoyed spending time with my family. My family flew me out here for the holidays (and the warm weather). I made it up to the bay to see my dad, aunt, cousins and sisters. I saw some old friends, hung out- etc. Didnt get enough time, but i saw everybody, including christine who just came back from brazil. Greyhounded back to LA at 4am Christmas morning...

Ive been talking to a lot of my friends lately.. They tell me things and im not entirely sure how to respond. People tell me i'm a good listener but i wonder whether its because i dont know what to say back. Pregnancy, rape, a friends brother just committed suicide. What the hell am i 'supposed to say to that? Sorry? Hope things get better? I'm here for you?

Its been bothering me a lot lately. Frustrated that i can't find anything decent to say. Sure they say' oh listening helps' but do they really mean it? Does me sitting on the other end of the phone line with an occasional 'uh huh' really help? I don't offer advice, my cynicism doesnt exactly drip with optimism and then theres silence..

"Alii what should i do??"

I don't know what you should do. I don't know what i should do. I have never been pregnant, my brother has never commited suicide, hell- ive never even had a brother. Since i believe that everything works in relativity, i try to relate, but im still coming up short here... Ive never been one to talk about my own problems-my blog just covers the surface. I cant understand how telling someone what im dealing with would potentially help me feel better. Maybe its becausei dont really try. I just assume no one would understand- so why bother?

And then its back to the phone. I offer hugs and kisses and a sarcastic remark to ease the tension a little. But i just dont think its enough. So perhaps in this new year i can become a better listener and perhaps a better responder. Really speak from my heart. I dont have the answers but im trying my best...

alii

old friends

I've known this girl since i was 7 years old. The reason i joined YPD was because of her. I had a big crush on her, she was the pastors daughter. She never hung out with me- i was too wierd and i wasnt cool like the rest of the girls in Sunday School. So i just watched her from a far.

Shes pregnant now. We talk on the phone a lot. She called me yesterday and we talked for 2 hours. This morning i woke up and found this button of the two of us in elementary school.

Funny how things change over time. What happened to those two little girls?

California Dreaming

Its 78 degrees out.

oh im freezing

brrrr

te he he he

I got 5 on it

2000 five was an amazing year. Heres a recap

Biggest Things I did in 2005
1.Moved To Atlanta
2.Transferred to my third college
3.Made a few friends(thats a big deal- i usually dont make them very easily)
4. Moved into my first place in the West End
5. Got a tattoo

Five New places I went to in 2005
1.Chicago, Illinois
2.Huntsville, Alabama
3.Chattanooga, Tennessee
4. Richmond, Virginia
5. Bankhead

Five things I learned to Do
1. Drive(Thanks Shan, Angel and Moya)
2. Greyhound from Atlanta to Chicago
3. Twist my own hair
4. Shake my laffy taffy
5. Master the smarta marta

5 things I learned at Spelman
1. People watching at market fridays
2. The difference between the library and club woody
3. The first line of the school song
4. How to walk the strip(and slide between the holes in the fence to get to the library)
5. The Womens Center is the best place in the whole entire school

Five Things I love about the West End
1. Historic West End
2. West End Kroger/ Goodwill
3. "Hello my beautiful queen' when i walk to school
4. My neighbors who greet me
5. The little kids that call me ma'am

Five things I hate about the West End
1.Gentrification(i saw a white couple jogging with their golden retriever')
2. The West End Bank of America, Wachovia and SouthTrust
3.Too many fast food restuarants and they all sell chicken
4. Can't get food delivered
5. Poverty

Five favorite songs of 2005(okay some are a little problematic)
1. Some Cut
2.Touch
3.Gold digger
4.Kryptonite
5. La Tortura

Five most memorable events of 2005
1.Meeting Jocelyn and Angel in the middle of the night in Decatur
2. Hip Hop conference in Chicago
3. April 6th
4. Battle of the Bands
5. Summer in the Bay

Five things I love about Atlanta
1.All the beautiful black people
2. MJQ's
3.Driving through downtown and listening to Luda
4.Queergrrls
5.Everybody knows each other

It was a crazy year, im leaving hella shit out. It was amazing, better than i could have asked. I met the people i needed to meet, learned new things about myself. I didn't know what to expect but it was prolly one of the most interesting years of my life.

I'm leaving for Cali tomorrow. So i dont know when ill be back on.

For everyone who reads my blog have a blessed Holidays. And god bless
-alii

C(alii)

so i tried to stick it out here for xmas break, but i have just barely enough money to fly back to LA and the Bay. I'm elated. not because i love california(trust i dont) or that i hate atlanta, im just happy to be geting there.

After a long ordeal of trying to get this evil woman at the fulton county welfare office to give me food stamps, i finally got them. 270.00. It was followed by a trip to Whole Foods where i purchased organic fish, fruits and Bolthouse Green Juice. Now that i have mine- i have also convinced 6 other people to get them...

Went to see brokeback mountain. Didn't really want to go(i feel 8.50 is too much to see a movie that will eventually be on DVD for 3.75). The theatre was so packed we had to sit in the very front row-never again(unless you want to be dizzy with a neckache).

Nothing interesting- im supposed to be working on a paper.

be back later

papers

got some due, workin hard, workin hard

stuff. updates.

1. So BET did a special on hip hop. Like i said- im notlike a real hip hop head or nothing. I mean, i do care, understand that those images affect us all as black women,understand that its an artform we created thus we must ty to presearve it, understand its origins blah blah blah. Its hard to be optimistic, I'm not in love with hip hop. I don't have a running list of DJ's in my head, havn't been to most of the clubs in Atlanta or the Bay, don't go to underground music shops and ask the disc nigga about the latest this song or that. I can't freestyle, nor do i have any desire to. I own like 5 cd's most of the music i download. I falied at Hip Hop. like on some "F-" shit.
Yesterday one of my friends Malika had a warrior princess retreat. It was supposed to be a small spa retreat in her brand new apartment(its quite nice). aroiund 15 black women ranging from age 21-53 showed up, in interesting mix of people, A 21 year old who is putting out a new cd soon, a few activists, a young woman from Kenya who aspires to one day be the president of her country, a 51 year old spelman sophmore who writes naughty cards, a 24-y/o film producer, and emory grad student, a temple grad student, a harvard grad student graduate who is retuning to the A. a fellow classmate, some recent spelman, clark, clayton state grads, people/s cousins etc... My point is, it was quite a nice mix of people. or really my point is that i have met sooooo many black women since i got to Atlanta. I mean granted i go to aschool with 2000+ black women but damn.

THere is a queergrrls party at my house for new years. It sounds like it will be interesting, prolly a smaller turnout because of the number of new years parties going down. I'm excited, especially since i can drink as much as i want to because i dont have to drive home.hehhehe. (small pleasures)

i prolly wont make it back to cali this holiday season, im saving all my money toward january's rent and going back there will cost upwards of 500 dollars which is more than my rent)I'm a little saddened, i really wantewd to see my parents my aunts and my grandparents. THey really mean a lot to me and i know they'll be disappointed. Tierany and possibly amber and I may do something on christmas, or end up at one of our professors houses.

Okay thats enough of this..

So i'm not really into hip hop discourse.

BUT

Our dear friend Sienna Penderhughes(and i think some other students) will be on Cousin Jeff's Chronicle show talking about hip hop. So I think you should watch, even just to support her(them).

It comes on 7:30pm ET/PT(right after 106&Park) on our beloved network BET

hope you enjoy,
alii

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.

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

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...

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

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

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...

"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

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

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

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.

"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

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

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.

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'.

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.

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.

screeeeeeeam!

This shit is too much to deal with

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

-alii

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

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

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

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...

"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....