{{Migrane Skank}}

Lol, this is the new dance out in the UK. Obviously, the beat was a rip of a Mad Marvin and Crazy Chris track - but I think it's cute. Definitely catchy. I'd do it in the club - shoot, once I get it down, I'm gonna bring it to NY with me, lol



I haven't had time to sit and write, so I'm going on a video binge for the next few days...

Artist to Check For: Prescilla Renea

She got me feelin like I should make some YouTube Covers myself...

Prescilla Renea has a really sweet voice, and I love her acoustic ability. Oh, and she's a little cutie, too (I refuse to say no homo after that.)
This vid has her covering The Best I Ever Had by Drake - you know that's a personal favorite.
I'll let her speak (ehem, sing) for herself. Enjoy.

Pregnancy Tests and Pop Rocks - Yummm...

Zune Says: Boom Boom Pow.

Sooo - I went to the dollar store to buy some supplies for an event I'm co-hosting at work, and what do I find by the cash register? Yeah - this.

Kind of curious as to how the store manager decided this was one of the impulse buys people in Fort Lauderdale get. In the retail world, "Impulse Buys" and "End Caps" are usually things that a shopper will grab and throw in their cart on a whim. "Hmm, I haven't had Pop Rocks in a minute, lemme grab two packs. Might as well throw in that pregnancy test, too - can't be too sure nowadays..." WTF?

And why exactly would I buy a pregnancy test from the dollar store? That joint will probably give you a false negative. Think it's all good, then nine months later, you give birth in the club, lol. Never trust dollar store technology, people.

Tangent: It is freezing in this classroom! I guess I shouldn't be blogging during class - so that's what I get.

I felt like buying one just to see what color the line would turn. Eff around and that joint starts spelling out words and ish. "Nah, you ain't pregnant, nucca." or, "It really did break - congrats."
Surprise! lol

Anyway, back to class work. I just had to share that with you guys...

|| Happy 04/20! ||

So, as a non-smoker, I've only known about April 20 for a few years, but I figure it's an interesting "holiday" to discuss. A large portion of my friends smoke marijuana, so this is for you guys...

History of April 20:
Apparently, there are a few renditions of where the date actually came from. One story is that a group of students at San Rafael High School in California used to meet up at 4:20 to share a spliff or two after detention let out. Another version cites that it is the number of active chemicals in marijuana (I'd love to know who counted that...). Former Grateful Dead member Warren Haynes says "I'm really confused about the first time I heard it. It was like a police code for smoking in progress or something. What's the real story? (via the Huffington Post)"

Tangent: It's so hard to blog when I keep getting these Twitter updates to my G1 - it's truly becoming an addiction...

Anyway, long story short - the origin of 4:20 is indeed from San Rafael and some pothead schoolkids. These kids were associated with members from the Grateful Dead, and the code word spread all the way to High Times Magazine, which is probably the reason most people in America know what today stands for.

Here's the link to the article, if you're sober enough to read it right now:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/04/20/what-420-means-the-true-s_n_188320.html

I have always respected the marijuana culture, even though I know the dangers of smoking. There's something about responsible weed smoke that makes it somewhat virtuous. Enlightenment can definitely come from that state of euphoria that weed creates. I've had contact highs more times than I can count, and it's a nice feeling. Somewhat woozy, kinda sleepy - but still alert. Made me wish I'd take a pull - then I snap back into reality and realize it'll never be for me.

There are people who don't use weed responsibly. The idiots who go out and speed in their Civics after burnin a whole spliff down to the roach. End up wrappin their cars around a pole somewhere. There's the girls who puff in the club, and wake up with their panties around their ankles and a sore butthole. There's the fools who understand that weed is a form of escape from the real world, but fail to remember that it's only temporary. They end up stuck on their couch or in bed all day, for eternity it seems - never trying to progress in any sort of way. There's always tomorrow.

Other people I know use weed as a form of meditation. You can catch them sitting outside, gazing into the sky, searching for that "elevation." I respect this. I've heard a lot of wise words from some high dudes in my time. I've also heard some dumb ish. Lol, I pick and choose which ones I wanna quote.

So, that being said - let's take this day to lift ourselves out of the ordinary. Concentrate less on what's stressin you, and let that THC help you find a solution. You've got ten more hours to use this day as an excuse, make it worth it.

Oh, and make sure it's good kush - no dirt, no stems, no seeds. A wise man once told me that.

One puff in the air for Bar - R.I.P.

||What the Passa Passa?||

Now, I love my Jamaican people, but this is crazy. Homeboy has one leg, and is on crutches - still daggerin chicks at Passa Passa! Get it how you fit in, right?

Peep him at the 5:50 mark...



I didn't even realize he was an amputee til the camera panned back a little... Dude was gettin it in. Gotta respect that.

Jizz in My Pants

No words necessary for this one.
TheLonelyIsland - Jizz in My Pants - tell me you don't love it.



LMAO - "Don't tell your friends, or I'll say you're a slut..."

Reality Bites

Don't Wanna, But I Gotta
Come to an agreement with my reality. The fact is - some aspects of my life are pretty blurry right now. I've been moving so fast - I gotta stop and really say to myself, "What exactly am I doing?"

I don't usually do the horroscope thing, but lately I've been checkin on mine, and it's getting more accurate every time. Last time it stopped me from doing something regrettable at work, now this time - I dunno. You decide:

" You can't always rely on your heart to steer you in the right direction if things get confusing. Think things through in a more analytical way and be prepared to change the way you go about making decisions, today. If you use your intellect rather than your emotions, you will make a wiser decision -- and you will learn something about yourself along the way. Instinct is good, but right now you need to see things add up on paper before you believe they are true."

What do I say to that? I wear my heart on my sleeve waay too much, and what usually ends up happening is that someone sees it glinting in the sunlight and decides to snatch it and pawn it. I'm forced to track it down, and pay to get it back. Diamond tears are the cost of love nowadays.

I think lately though I've started to detect the thieves that move in silence; the ones that play their positions til the opportunity presents itself. Already started weeding them out. Guarantee you in the near future - if you're one of them - watch your neck. Cuz that's one thing I can say about my emotions - they can sense bullsh*t from a mile away. And save me a bunch of time and money in the process.

{{ Mirror Mirror }}

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Zune Says - Musiq SoulChild - SoBeautiful

Sooo - Fridays are my day off. I go to Home DeePot to get a piece of wood (no pun intended), and like eight dudes come to help me cut one thing. I'm like gee - these guys sure are helpful ::smile::
So, I'm carrying my huge wood pieces to the cash register, and I can hear "Damn." and "How you doin?" while I'm walking. I didn't manage to hear a "Can I help you carry that?" though, that would have been nice.

Anyway, I'm just thinking to myself - do attractive people get better help in life? I already know the answer, but why?


I'd like to think I'm pretty decent looking, but my personal life is definitely different. I often get females who will be mean to me just because. I do my best to be nice to everyone and greet people with a smile, and sometimes a sales girl will just look up at me and turn away. I've had girls cop attitudes because I asked them to get something for me. I can never understand it! I have customers at work who are extra mean to me, just because their husband made a joke with me or smiled and said hello. Why is that?

Tangent: Just discovered this new song by The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself, ill sh*t...

Anyway - society nowadays is really stuck on looks - and I've just decided to wake up and realize it. We really take pride in judging or mistreating people based on their appearance. I look at my sister and wonder if she's going to be subjected to the same mistreatment because she's deaf. Don't get me wrong, she is beautiful. It was just two or three years ago that companies were looking at her to model clothing. It's just the fact that she's different that makes me worry about her. She's only eight, and she's gotta worry about this crap, too?







It was just three weeks ago that all the tabloids were following Kim Kardashian on her adventures with Reggie Bush. Talkin about how hot she is, and how nice she dresses, and all that other ish. Then, Complex Magazine "accidentally" posted the un-photoshopped pics of her magazine cover shot. Now all of a sudden she's got "cottage cheese legs," and "ripples." So what? Does that make her any less hot? Does that make her any less bangable? Not to me, lol. She can't be that bad if she got Reggie, right? Cuz his body is immaculate.Would you still beat? (I would)...

I feel that posting pics like these are just a way of dragging down the "beautiful people" in this world, which is ironic, because society placed them into this category. Now that more of the world is obese, more of the world has acne, more of the world is not looking so great, the attractive people get to take the abuse. I dunno.

It just goes to show how superficial this country really is.

Not too long ago, people of color were taboo in the modeling and media industry, nowadays they're on the hunt to find the next black modeling phenom. Maybe it just takes evolution.


Tangent: Hahah, I just fell asleep right in front of my laptop. That's what sleep deprivation does to a girl.


I just wish there wasn't such extremes in this issue. If you are "attractive," you get treated bad, if you're "unattractive," you get treated worse. Who decides this dynamic? Whatever happened to treating people the way they deserve to be treated - instead of how they look like they should be treated?



My question today is - what do you consider attractive?



Personally, I think Albinism is beautiful. I met a blind toddler at work the other day who was albino. She was the prettiest thing I have seen in a while. She had blue eyes, white hair and of course that milky skintone. There's something about them that is so intriguing to me. I often wonder to myself what kinds of things they go through in their daily life - especially the ones with white hair. How does it feel to be so different, so loved and disliked simultaneously?

I guess I can ask myself. We're all the same in that aspect of life...

||Sneaker(s) of the Month - Nike Cortez & Nike Dunk Supreme Edition||

||Zune Says - A-Trak feat. Lupe Fiasco - Me & My Sneakers||


So - as a sneaker afficionado, I'd like to think we should all take the time to learn and respect the history of the sneakers we love so much. This month, I'd like to recognize the Nike Cortez, and as a tasty little bonus - the Dunk Supreme.

I ain't a Cholo or nothin {smile}, but I respect the Nike Cortez because of its simple structure and colorways. You don't even have to be cool to pull these off.

They're placed in the "Lifestyle Shoe" category because, well - you can't really do much in them. One game of basketball would probably have your big toe showin' through. Lol, I'm kidding - but they're designed for casual wear. Obviously they're built to last, Forrest Gump did all his runs in these kicks.



Via Sneakerhead.com:

The Nike Cortez was released in 1972 as the Tiger Corsair, but in 1972 it was renamed the Cortez after the partnership between Nike (still called Blue Ribbon Sports at the time) and Onitsuka Tiger disintegrated.The original model was made of leather with seven lace holes, but was also produced in nylon and suede models in the 70's. A women's version was also released called the Senorita Cortez. The Nike Cortez was reissued in the mid-90's and in 2003 the Cortez was added to the Nike ID lineup, allowing fans and collectors to personalize their Nike Cortez shoes by choosing their own colorway from a range of available colors. The Nike Cortez is available in Basic, Deluxe, and Nylon editions.

For all those who don't know, the Cortez was the first running shoe designed by track coach Bill Bowerman of the University of Oregon. Bowerman went on to create the Waffle Trainer, but I don't know too many fly people out there who are checkin for those. We'll leave that to the runners.

Pair these with a cute skirt, and it's a Middle School girl's first day outfit. Pull on some fitted jeans and a button up, and you got a Jamaican guy's club ensemble. The Cortez have proven for three decades (and counting) that simple style goes a long way.

And now, for my guilty pleasure, the shoes that make my mouth water -

The Nike Dunk Supreme Edition

Excuse me. I just jizzed in my pants. {{walks to bathroom}}

Okay, I'm back. Now, lets begin.

The first pair of Dunks were introduced in 1985 in the form of a high top. Nationally, they were released in college sport team colors. Sales skyrocketed when the sneaker was co-released with the Jordan brand sneaker. Nike's strategic simultaneous release of the Dunk and Michael Jordan's first sneaker failed as the Jordan sneaker's technology overshadowed and pushed the Dunk to the back. Following that decline in popularity, production of the Dunk was reduced to one style per year.

In the late 90's, though, as Hip Hop made its resurgence in the urban scene, the Dunk began to ride on its wave. The fashion and color schemes of the music scene made the need for originality in the shoe game a must. 2001 brought on the release of the Dunk SB (Skate Board), which opened the market for consumers who were outside of the HipHop scene. This also brought forth new colorways, and later - customized designs.

These are by far my favorite sneakers - bypassing my love for Rifts (hard to believe, but true). Dunks are ultra comfortable, and the right pair makes gettin fresh effortless. I have thrown on a cotton t-shirt and some sweats and still gotten looks, simply because of my Dunks. I'll never forget the first time I wore my Ostrich SB's. We went to the Miami Seaquarium. Lou had on his What the Dunk!'s (I spent months hunting for them - and a grip, too). Every exhibit we went to, workers were squinting at our feet. Finally, a chick at the exit said, "Dayum, y'all kicks is crazy!" I can't lie though, Lou outshined me, but Dunk love is Dunk love, right?



No matter how you like your kicks - dirty, immaculate, creased, paper-stuffed, spray painted, hand drawn - you've got to know the history behind them. Sometimes they're pretty shallow, with little to learn - but other times, you find that the roots run deep. Nike has a long history, one that has traveled through revolutions, historical sports games, and wars. We've got to respect that. Definitely gotta respect the fresh.