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Griffin high had their prom last Saturday. Oh, what a prom it was.

Me: excuse me, did ya'll dudes all plan on wearing white tuxes, or was it a coincidence?

Prom kid: coincidence.

Me: wow... Ya'll look nice though.

Friends: don't lie to that boy.

Ok, lemme explain. Apparently, all the males in Griffin fancy themselves pimps. And in true pimp fashion, they wore white suits, and coordinated their vests to their date's dress. More on that later. Some wore ball caps, one wore dirty ass air forces. All had on gators. Are you joking? I sure was. I was clowning these dudes at every turn. Ev-er-ay. Turn. I swear there was a sale! Had to be. Every girl has had the fear that another would wear her dress and ruin the night. How would you like it if the majority of your class was wearing the same generic white suit and gators as you? Lookin like the playas ball.

On to the girls. Oh lawd. This was the brightest group of girls I've ever seen. Fuscia, traffic cone orange, powder blue for days, hot green, royal purple, sequined out! It was straight off the color scheme from the "freekum dress" video. Remember how I said the dudes's vests matched the chicks's outfits? Imagine the sequined gators. IMAGINE, and know I seen it. Half the dresses didn't fit right. And I can't get on a person about their weight, but I can say that if you are a big girl, do your thing, but don't let the thing hang out. We saw one girl's side boob, and another had on this chifon dress that had a split up to her neck. All in all I only saw 3 dresses I would have considered for myself or a loved one. all were black/white, and one was more of a party dress than a prom gown. And don't get me on the hair. Snatchbacks and cascading weaves galore. One girl had a crown, which can be cute, but I think it was put on during the beautician's visit.

Lastly on my list of Griffin high grievances, the stragglers. There was a literal crowd of students who didn't participate in prom, but came to the hotel to check out their friends and take pictures with them while in their street clothes. As prom ended you woulda thought there was a movie premier how they were lined up. Foolywang to the fullest. They sat at the starbucks tables and drank samples while their friends walked by in their tacky gowns and suits.

As the night went on my coworkers and I talked about our proms. How indeed fly we were and how these kids didn't get the idea of prom. It was a chance to get elegant/jazzy and really go all out. This prom was g-fab to the fullest. And at a 4star hotel no less! Mine was at the Sheraton and we worked that thing. People said I looked like I could get married in my dress. I wore it in a pageant a year later. Of course some in my class went nutty and wore a bustier and a broom skirt, but mostly we looked undeniably good. Lauren was the flyness in her red, and kesi matched me with silver accents and a taylored suit. Is it so much to ask?

Can't wait to see next week's prom. I told my brother that if he wore something foolish I'd beat him. His is in two weeks. We'll see...
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Whatchu know bout me?

The silliness that is Lauren and me. Enjoy!

Me: My lipgloss is cool. My lipgloss be poppin. Just thought you should know.

Lauren: I love that ignorant ass song!

Me: Sure is ignorant. Or maybe our lipgloss is on that bull.

Lauren: Lmao! Whatever. My lipgloss be poppin', at my locker after school all the boys be stoppin', lmao

Me: I just feel too 23 for that song. Although my flavor rush makes everything glittery. And it tastes like cupcakes!

Lauren: Lol! Yep. That sounded reeeaaaaal 23, lol

Me: Lol. That was kinda silly huh? It was the gloss talking.

Lauren: Lil bit, lol. Damn lipgloss getting the best of you.

Me: Must resist!
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scarlett johanson went to the griffin high prom.

i wrote, but have not posted an entry aobut the griffin high prom. should be up tomorrow. for now, enjoy this.

this here is he-larious. i had to cover my mouth during the coochie ups part. and fa reel, shout outs to fellow TCHS dawg keenan. i hope this works cuz i never done it before... if not, here's the link to the page.




ps: someone did wear a bedazzled iverson jerzey and a feathered derby to my prom.

Still spoiled.

I've been plagued with thoughts of children lately. Not my own... That's not a prob or an issue cuz I got that planned out and am on the BC. No, no.

My dad has a new girlfriend. And she's younger, to hear my mom tell it. Not like, my age or anything, but maybe like 30s. And my mom has asked before how I'd feel if she had another child, to which I respond, "I'm not babysitting." I know she's not gonna have any more. She's anxiously awaiting grandkids and that's where her head is.

But there is a high possibility that my dad could have more kids. And this awakens thoughts in me of: 1: me getting into it with Hypothetical Baby Mama whilst she thinks she's #1, whereas to my daddy I'm always number 1; and 2: him possibly having another girl. And that can't go down. Oh no. To quote Avril, I'm the mutha fuckin princess.

I think me and dad need to have a talk about safe sex.
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Disease

So I'm sick again. I'm on antibiotics, and painkillers too, cuz I had an ear ache and muscle pains and a fever. I can take that all in stride, cuz I'm semi-used to it. Then Wednesday, I get this message...

"I went to the doctor today. They gave me an inhaler and said the curve in my back is puttin pressure on my right side... My lungs can't completely fill up.My blood pressure is 130/57... They doing blood work on me too... And they x rayed me... "

Are you effing kidding me? Let me just say this man NEVER gets sick, and he certainly never calls in sick to work. But this past week he's been acting kind of weird. Like, he woke up saying he couldn't feel his pulse, and when I felt for it his heart was beating pretty fast.

So Tuesday he's saying his chest hurts. He can't lay down comfortably. I ask him to go to the doc's cuz he doesn't go often and you know, gotta maintain. I figure it was heartburn or other nonsense.

So here we are. He has scoliosis. I do too, so I know what he's dealing with. His spine is pressing on his lung and he can't really recline. His blood pressure was what was getting me though. The whole thing was scary. For me at least.

They gave him an inhaler and pain meds. And I was his shadow for the past few days. He couldn't lay flat, so he slept on the couch. I slept on the other couch( if you can call that sleeping. Between worrying about his comfort and trying to rest on the teeniest love seat ever, eventually I just went back to his room). I watched him sleep the day away and then mow the lawn like he wasn't on semi-bedrest. We ate a whole pizza, or really he did, and I sang backup.

We went to the follow up today. He's supposed to stay out until the first, but I knew that wasn't happening. His pressure went up. Yay!

Damn it, this whole thing is crazy. I'm the sickly one! I can't handle this! I feel like I have a kid with all this worrying. But I'm glad I can be there for him. I hope he appreciates it and I'm not annoying him. I been really concerned with losing him- physically- as of late and I'm trying to make every day count.
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Love list 2

*My obsessive need to take pictures. It helps me to have a piece of the people we lost.
*kendra Wilkinson's laugh.
*the suggestion kesi made that Jim, mike, and donnel Jones should make a song together, excluding nasir Jones, cuz he wouldn't mesh with the dynamic.
*Rose mcgowan.
*chik-fil-a hand spun cookies and cream milkshakes. Worth the $3.
* fiji water. 6 for $6!
*my new longer, tunic-esque shirts.
*"blue" doritos.
*my new camera.
*the fact that I heard my baby talking to an admissions rep this morning.
*its almost summer!
*natasha, jaslene, and Dionne. My top three
*televisionwithoutpity.com
*Sudoku.
*the Comcast Slowski's. "you push it!"
*my blogger peeps. You guys are awesome.
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TV time with ma

I love my mom. I really do. She's starting to turn into one of those older people who don't get the joke.

Usually when I am home from work we hang out for a few hrs and watch TV in the livingroom where the DVR is. Saturday we watched the antm marathon and run's house. Or I watched run's house and she chatted about Oprah. I don't watch Oprah! And I'm trying to watch how they dealt with the loss of the baby and she's going on and on about how justine is pretty and she could see what he saw in her. Shh!

So at 1130 we're watching Saturday night live. There's a pretty funny sketch about Jesse Jackson and Al sharpton putting don imus(who I, personally, would like to go back to not knowing who the hell he is) in racism rehab. Then there was a lil fake commercial about... mustache rides.

As soon as I heard the phrase I had this stunned look on my face. My mom was half listening and filing her nails or some such. I'm cracking up and she's like, "why are they giving women mustaches?" at this point I start texting Lauren about the hilarity before me. She said I should explain it to her in detail. And tape her reaction. Just then a man walks up with a vibrating mustache and she catches on. Oh how I laughed.

Next up, an ad about the "sofa king." and he's Persian or something, and his family is telling us how she furniture is "sofa king comfortable," or "sofa king affordable," etc. I'm cracking up cuz we did this in high school: sofa king retarded. And she's like, did what? (in high school the joke was to get people to say it faster and faster until they realized they were cursing.) miss mom was sofa king oblivious.
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Shock, grind and scatter

I purchased Timbaland's "shock value" and added it to my player today. God, I love anything he touches. *sidenote: he produced Bjork's new album and I can't wait to get it! They are both off the wall with it, so I know its gonna be good.* so far, I love the album. Even the artists I usually wouldn't listen to. Lord knows I can't stand Fall Out Boy but that song is bomb. Also, the song with the Indian chick I think that one is my fave. "Bounce," with Justin, is just funny to me. Most songs with Missy make me laugh. The weirdest thing is that Magoo is on the album. Where has HE been? Overall, I love the cd and it was already worth it to buy on beats alone. He has Elton John, not singing, just playing the piano, and its deep.

And as I mentioned, I saw "Grind House" this weekend. It was the sickest, funniest, nastiest, best movie I've seen in a long time. If you haven't heard, its actually a double feature and runs 3 hours. But think about it, 2 for 1 in this time of $8 tickets? Brilliant. And its worth it.

Anyways, the first movie, "planet terror," was great. It was an ensemble thing, and I spent half the movie trying to figure out how Rose Mcgowan maneuvered that fake leg look. Fergie is not the bomb actor. Hard to believe I used to love her on Kids Incorporated. Quentin T had the grossest part of that movie. I mean, bleggh. After the movie there were fake trailers. I would watch some of those movies if they were real. And I spent 15 minutes cracking up over them. "Thanksgiving" was gross but hee-larious. "Death Proof" moved slow at first. There was a lot of exposition. But when it got in there, it really got in. And I HATED the part where Sydney Poitier talks about her big ass, when the first thing I (and kesi, and our friend Sam) said about her was, "there's a black woman with no ass." irony? So Anyways, if you've heard that this is the best car chase EVER, it is. I mean, none of that Michael bay, explodey, cgi, green screen bull. This was all real. Genius. And the ending made me laugh. Go see it folks, if you like that sort of thing.

Lastly, my cousin Lysey has a blog now. In just 3 and a half entries she's shown me that a lot of things I thought were unique to me may just be a part of my family's nature. Read it. She's very wise and is really pouring herself out. So anyway the site is www.alyseshaunte84.blogspot.com. Read it!
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Chuhnch.

That's how my coworker says it. How he gets that N in there is beyond me. Anyway...

I went to church Sunday. Yay! Before you go thinking I'm onea those people who only churches on the holidays, I really haven't had the time/energy to go to church, which is a bad thing. Til this weekend, conveniently.

I went to world changers. Haven't been there in years. It was very nice though. *note: all the things you may have heard are not true. World changers is a great church. I have no problem with pastor dollar preaching about prosperity, because for one, its better that hellfire and yelling, and two, I aint trying to be broke and struggling all my life. Furthermore, most pastors got bank. He's just realer with his.*

Anyway, the teaching was on relationships. No real Easter sermon here. But I appreciated that. No one was really doing the Easter outfits either, except a few older ladies of the "big hat" variety. Probably cuz it was so cold out. I mean I had on a sweater. Last week I didn't even have on a jacket.

Sorry. So, permarital compatibilities and questions to ask yourself before attempting to marry. I'm happy to say that in his absence, kesi passed. It was a two part thing, and I missed last week, and I hate to admit I did get the church itis, but I'm considering downloading the Podcast (I know, right?) of the whole sermon. I been all in my own head about my impatience for my impending marriage, so this might be good for my sanity. The parts of service I did stay fully aware for were great. I got a real peace after the turmoil of the funeral and I feel so much better when people reinforce my thoughts as the right way to go.

On a whole nother note in the world of Christianity, I was sitting with my mom and she happened to stop at the "word" channel, and some preacher lady was on talking some true crazy. Ok, not so crazy, but more opinion than should be in a pulpit. I mean, we came in on her talking about how you can't be hiphop and Christian. "you say hiphop is a culture, but its a sinful culture!" what?! Let me point out that this lady had to be like 40s and was def around for the birth of said culture. She should know its based on observation, writing what you know. Ok, so, if you grew up in the hood, but you know God, why can't you rap about it, and wear your jersey if you want to? If it reaches someone and turns them to God, who are you to say what it is or isn't? Its a God given talent! Ugh! Which leads me to the next thing she said: choreography has no place in church. What? What about praise dancers? She was all, nothing should be shaking in the lord's house! Oh... So then she gets my mom heated talking about women wearing pants in church, at which point I asked my ma to change the channel. But wait, there's more: you shouldn't date. Just get married. That's essentially what she said. "what can two 15 year olds do?" um, lady, dating is a part of normal social interaction. Whether it be a movie, pizza, or chilling at home, in a group, just the girls, or one on one. Its relevant. And without common male-female interaction you end up reinforcing chauvinism and abuse. Especially if you are so willing to marry your child off like you just traded her for cattle or a dowry. This is what I got from the way she said this. Mind you, she hadn't quoted one scripture to back up her old lady rant.

Had to get that off my chest. It was the craziest thing and a problem I have with "people of God" and worse, it was a woman preacher. I figure she should know better. Eh.

Ps: go see grind house. Sooo good! I plan on reviewing it soon.
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Ena.

Sunday: kesi sent me a text saying she died. I didn't believe it. Partly because it was April fools day and partly because I didn't want to believe it. She was Nicole's best friend. But Nicole and the rest would never think to play such a cruel joke...

Monday: Jeremy calls to ask if we need a ride to the funeral. Its Friday morning. Shit. She really is gone. A car accident. Do I have a black dress? She was such a nice girl. We had anatomy together. She was smart too. Sat next to victor, who sat next to Brandon, who sat next to me. She was always drawing. And I remember her with Nicole, especially when she was pregnant. I took a picture of them too. I think I called her Nicole's baby mama. Lol...

Tues: after the movie kesi and I go to walmart. Besides groceries we need black shirts. I pick up a black sweater, even though its pretty warm out. Its the most appropriate thing I can find. Kesi gets a buttondown. This is the most depressing shopping I've ever had to do. Every time I think of her my body gets loose. I'm so sad about it. She was my age. In the car I ask kesi how he knew her. They went to middle school together and we're in band. She played the baritone. I can see that. This was a girl he grew up with.

Wednesday: I'm at home all day. I show my mom pics of her on Nicole's myspace page. And we look for her obit on AJC.com. I text a few people to make sure they know and come through. God, this is so much.

Thursday: I go to work and look through the paper for her. There she is, and all her nicknames. And among other things, talk of wanya, her godson. He was barely 1 last time I saw him. Such a big head. Cute. My manager is sympathetic. No one I've known in my adult life has died. And when I start talking about how I knew her, the little interaction we had, I can't take it. There are some people you can find fault in. Not her.

Friday: I get up early to get ready. Kesi's mom asks so many questions and tells me I look nice. I have to wear stockings. Jeremy picks us up and we're an hour early. Kesi goes to look at her. I can't take it. I don't want that to be the last way I see her. I sit in the back as he walks up. "she doesn't look the same man." more people come. Christina, jocelyn. People I haven't seen since school ended; people I should have kept up with. The church is packed. Filled with people. I see Nicole walk in with the family and I see her crack a little, which makes me lose it. Damn.

The service was so her. Her art was on the program, along with one of the poems she wrote. Two of her songs played during a slideshow of her life. Her brother and sisters spoke, along with her best friends. Kesi cried. I've never seen him cry. Everyone cried. We laughed at memories and were amazed at her talent. The preacher told us this was just the beginning for her, and life isn't measured in years but in quality. She was quality.

If there was one thing she'd be happy about its how it was such an impromptu reunion. After, we exchanged numbers and I decided to have a potluck one night soon. There was no reason for us to drift apart, and the reason for us coming back together was way too big. It shouldn't have taken a funeral. We're to young to be catching up this way. We need to be making memories every day. How is it that my friend managed to get married and have another baby? I don't want to regret not knowing a person better when its too late to.

I called Lauren after. Her birthday was yesterday. I needed to hear her voice. I thought about her a lot. What if I lost her? I don't want our time to be wasted. I asked her when she was coming back. Soon? I hope. I'm gonna call my grandma tomorrow. I can't wait to see her either.

Rest in peace Aina (ena).
You were a true light.
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my current photo situation

pix!!! always fun, and if i could i'd upload them straight from my phone. moving on...

me and Brefontiane, before the performance and the 2nd drink, so we both look perty norm.

my huey hat. everyone keeps trying to steal it from me.

isnt this pretty? the first warm day. i feel like i really know how to take pix when they come out this nice.

this is what i was talking about in my "in bloom" post. i wish i had come up with the idea on my own, but i didnt. i saw it in the MODA gift shop near my job. but then i said, i can do that! before i added sprinkles, my bro said, "is that an acorn?" gtfohwtbs! its clearly a yummy oversized cupcake. acorn.... i figure i might make cakes too! good idea? would you buy a crochet cupcake?

Attraction

1. I was at my friend's house the other night, and we were talking about a mutual friend that we knew at different times in life, lovingly referred to on this blog as DD. (sidenote: she got a breast reduction and I should consider changing her name. But I won't.) I first met her in 6th grade and I remember vividly her asking me a question and my turning to answer and thinking, wow she's pretty. And my friend thought the same thing, and so I turned it into a joke about me questioning my sexuality at age 12.

I've always had the ability to admit women are attractive. I believe that admiration and jealousy are a step away from each other. This belief makes me laugh every time my cousin gets mad at lil bow wow. Instead of saying, that guy's alright, he's all, put a damn shirt on! Hilarious! Anyways, I think its the way I was raised. You bould say a person was pretty without them thinking you wanted to make out. And I'm rarely jealous of a girl for the way she looks. Except that one time we went into vickies and kesi's girlfriend and all her cleavage were working there.

2. I love hair. I sometimes say I have a hair fetish, but I don't think I get any gratification from hair. That's kinda nasty. I think its more aesthetic. I like to touch it and look at it. And god help me if you just washed it. I love shampoo smells. I love to wash kesi's hair. Especially when it was long. I once told him that I'd marry him just for his hair, and have pretty haired kids. His family all has this gorgeous natural curl that I adore.

A friend of a friend has hair like kesi's used to be. Every time I see him its braided, except the other night it was out and I couldn't stop looking at it. He was leaving, but I wanted him to talk to us for a second so I could get a better look. He didn't. Sad face.

And what's that guy's name? The ball player? Something Noah. Kee-yute! Plays for the gators. I noticed him Saturday, with his lil pony tail. And his grunts. Don't hate ugly Ohio guy. If your mom taught you not to have emotion on a basketball court she shoulda taught you not to be rude.

3. I met Daughtry. The whole band, not just Chris. Actually I didn't talk to Chris, though he did stop by the store. He talked to my co-workers who had no idea who he was. lol. Maybe I watch too much TV? Anyways, he's kind of short, but in a cute way. And he's bald. I like him in a hat.

The rest of the band is so nice. We talked for a lil while about life and families and snakes. They were the type of guys I think I'd be friends with if they weren't traveling all the time. I think I'm gonna buy the cd. Usually I like to wait for the second single or until I hear more tracks, but they are good guys and they deserve to win. Most rock people have that aura of stuck-up-ness, but they were just so cool. Attractive.
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