Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.
Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.
To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.
- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez
Back when my sole concerns in the world were sneakers and the WDYWT thread on ISS, Sydni Yoshie was Queen. Beautiful, creative, outspoken, and Eighteen; she embodied anything that I had ever thought about. Her photography was different, impressive. In the close to two years since she's passed I've seen too many pictures from "photographers" with nothing more than a focused subject and a blurred background..Sydni's Photo's all seemed to concretize who she was, and that artistic region of the mind that everyone has, but few showcase.
Browsing a tattoo thread, she had posted a picture of hers; a watch who's hands were on the number's of her brother's death. The tattoo was unique and all the more heartbreaking when she too passed away, a victim of reckless driving.
Funny how a close to complete stranger can have such a profound effect on someones life; Six months after her death I got my first camera and haven't been able to find anything that ignites my passion more, with the exception of writing. It's amazing how someone can change your life without even trying, just by being themselves.
With that I reiterate, be yourself and touch a life.
University life has turned into everything that I expected it to be; The drinking, the parties, the madness in the residence halls, the cafeteria food that makes you long for broccoli and beef (..fresh, and REAL from home), the bad room mate, the good room mate, the ramen, the good teachers, the bad teachers, the "broken alarms clocks", midterms that cause some to stay in their rooms for days (afterwards)..The students.
As much I love being down here, and enjoying this charmed life..I might be dead by the end of this year. All jokes aside there have been two deaths on campus that I know of, one kidnapping, and at least three separate "region" fights. You probably won't ever hear about any of it because that's how well they can keep stuff hidden.
Less than one hundred yards away from my residence hall a girl was robbed, and then stabbed to death by a group of locals, another girl was kidnapped in broad daylight in front of the dining hall. Groups from New York and DC felt the need to prove to each other (physically) which city "goes the hardest", more ambulances outside of my dorm.
Somehow I'm beginning to question my personal safety, and my decision to stay here or to transfer to Temple U.
If it weren't for the friends I've made and the confidence that I have in my teachers I'd probably be gone by the end of this semester. Everything down here has grown on me, despite anything that I might have said, this is not a bad school.
Homesickness doesn't bother me anymore, I like missing Philadelphia. Who's to say that the crimes on campus at Temple aren't as heinous and well hidden?
What to do..What to do?
Being in the middle of nowhere is okay with me. Worrying that there might be a masked killer in the corn field bothers me a bit, but it could just as easily be someone in my Composition class, or any troubled local.
..Reader I am asking you(s), I'm in need of an opinion outside of family & friends..
Over the past couple of years, I've been building this fasaud of what the perfect girl would be in my mind. Many people tell me (and I'm sure a lot of you can relate) that, "Your standards are too high" or that, "You want to much" but why can't I have what I really want? Oh yeah, because apparently, she doesn't exist. Nonetheless, my perfect girl would:
1. First and foremost be smart.
If we cannot hold a conversation, I'm automatically not attracted, despite appearance. I want to be able to talk all day about nothing or just a small part of the day about everything. But at the same time, I don't like it when girls are so smart that they can never learn anything new from you. All im tryna do is have good conversation at the dinner after the movie.
2. Have a nice sense of clothing and fashion.
I tell myself that I don't really care so much about fashion anymore, but clearly I'm just lying to myself as always. More importantly than me looking somewhat presentable with my small pants, unpressed clothes and dirty shoes, is my lady- girl always looking great, to me at least. Clothes never have, and never will define a person, but the way they wear them says a lot about their personality. And honestly, I think girls look their best when they're just "PA", "CA" or "DC" chillin, sweats and a hoody. But dressing up is always nice too.
3. Respect the fact that everyone needs their downtime.
In the past, I could have been accused of being very overbearing, but that's only because I wanted everything to work my way, and quickly. But a while ago, I realized that forcing the matter with girls, or anything in life, never gets the job done correctly. Patience is a virtue, and understanding is a skill. Someone who posses both of those characteristics is special.
4. Have a good sense of humor.
If I can't laugh with her, she's probably not the one. This ties in a lot with conversation but, humor is one thing that is key to me. If you know me very well, or very little for that matter, then you know I laugh pretty much all the time at pretty much everything. If you can give me a hearty laugh, then I probably fucks with you.
5. Be badddddddddd, in every sense of the new-aged term.
Nice skin complexion, nice face, nice hair, nice style, nice smile, nice laugh, nice body. Always getting holla'd at by every guy, but sensible to know that it will never amount to anything more besides sex.
There is probably some girl out there like that, but she's probably with some noodly guy, or at least I'll never get her.
Paranormal Activity...It was so realistic...It almost seemed unscripted
Kudos go directly Micah Sloat (playing Micah) and Katie Featherston (playing Katie) for keeping the movie refreshingly "real".
“One of the things I wanted to do was create something that people could say defined horror for their generation,” concludes Peli, “the way after ‘Psycho’ people said they would never take another shower; after ‘Jaws’ and ‘Open Water’ that they would never again swim in the ocean; and after ’Blair Witch’ that they would never again go camping in the woods. I figured, well, sleeping at home is something you can’t really avoid. So if I can make people scared of being at home, ‘Paranormal Activity’ might do something.” -Oren Peli (Producer)
Ever since my friend told me about the 3 K's hidden in the Tree that is the TImberland logo, I made a conscious decision not to wear BUTTERS, no BEEF AND BROCOLI'S, and damn sure no GOTdamn BUTNAKEDS (even though I could never find the third K myself; Could you??). But then I saw this ad about boots with the sole made from scraps of old tires. In my head I'm saying, "Timberland's goin green??"
When I think of Timberland the first thing that comes to mind is....Lumberjack. But okay, Timberland's Goin green, I'm happy. :D
It's supposedly designed to be taken apart and reused after you're done wearin' it out.
Awesome. Who thought Lumberjacks could recycle. XD
During our Due for Love Charity event (that was a flop to say the least), the ORCL team looked out. Not just because Ralph had given his word but because there was a genuine interest in helping other people. Although I wasn't there I know that we were let down by more than one person who had given their word for that day.
But from what I hear, the ORCL Team came through, put their shit out for sale, stuck around, donated, and helped to make sure that the cause was not completely lost. That is a lot of love from someone(s) who were not obligated to even show up.
Initially I was too embarassed to even speak about the event because I was so dissapointed; my pride aside, it wasn't planned well enough and there weren't enough reliable individuals involved. Still, it was a learning experience for everyone who did show up.
In the future we plan to do another benefit event, but I'd just like the ORCL team to know that what they did was not forgotten, and that it was much appreciated.
Personal connections to the brand aside, they are killing it. The website, photoshoot, blog, and online store is like nothing I could have imagined from an up & coming brand. Frankly if I were another brand I would want to be in collaboration as soon as possible and pay respect where it is due.
Right now ORCL is on a pedestal for a few reasons. Quality product, quality people, and a priority placed in quality period. Take a look around the site and you'll see that not one area has been half-assed. To be perfectly blunt with you, that's brolic as shit.
Helping out local artists & clothing ventures comes second nature for me but I'd like to state clearly that I am not doing this just to help out. I actually believe in the ORCL mission after every impression that they've made. The impression? Not to be confused with ego, or a false sense of importance but, charisma.
Poke around a site, read the blog posts, laugh at the t-shirt descriptions..And you will agree with me, it screams.
After being held in the land of the bamas (DC) for three hours before arriving back in our beautiful city Philadelphia for the weekend, I did three things.
Cut my hair (again)
Dyed my hair (...again)
Since I have no children to feed besides the one resting underneath my epidermis, and above my never region (my stummy, not an actual child), you can look forward to a wonderfully colored spectrum of inconsistency. Maybe two posts in a week, maybe three, maybe one..And if it's really that type of week..
Anyway, a very miniscule and secluded section of my conscious tells me that it would only be right to put in a little bit of effort now.
...An even smaller part of me agrees, but is willing to compromise. The result? Feigned effort in the form of (best of the best) pictures copied from Complex News.
A cheesy opening to a music video can do wonders for a typical Wednesday night. Do you remember nights with nothing on the agenda but a bowl of popcorn, 80's movies and a blanket (Update: A Snuggie)? Watching the first two minutes of this video makes me feel like I just got finished with one of those nights and am getting ready to head upstairs. The rest of it is more along the lines of "..Wtf happened to killing a dude, and being in love?".
Letting love rule might mean to hang atop movie credits (that you will later destroy) and to let your dry cleaning float in the air.I honestly thought about it for a moment or fifty to see if it made sense. The only thing close to reason I came up with was "Airing your dirty laundry?"
But that doesn't work either, he'd paid for the dry cleaning because it is in the plastic bag...If anyone figures this out, let me know immediately.
Regardless, the video is entertaining and the repetitiveness of the song is not annoying because, we love Lenny over here.
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet mister me too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet mister me too
Don't laugh at the title. This is a serious subject.
...Or I am at a loss for topics and have grown tired of writing due to 6 page Composition essays due at midnight.
But don't laugh.
A healthy intimate relationship between two parties can have many benefits, that are not limited to sexual gratification. And because it is a breezy Sunday afternoon with nothing in the air but crisping leaves, the smell of fish fry in the caf, and no classes to be heard of..I will list them for you.
But let us not misinterpret this post as a cry for everyone to buddy up and share their std's with just one partner. Use protection kids.
With that out of the way, I now present to you the benefits that I only rephrased and did not think of by myself. Thank the homies for this one.
The Benefits of having just one sexual partner
You are guaranteed to remember their name in the morning
Actually, the likelihood of you calling them out of their name is very slim, unless you're an idiot.
Don't be an idiot.
They are actually obligated to have sex with you on a consistent basis
The gym won't be necessary, calorie burning will be done in bed.
Spending money on dates? A thing of the past.
Your sleep will not be interrupted by thoughts such as, "That itches..Is that a normal itch? What kind of itch is that? In the morning I'd better..."
You're not wrong for catching feelings.
Wait, wait. Ya niggas cannot (I repeat) CANNOT call you a bitch for catching feelings.
More importantly, you can sing "pillow talk" to them whenever you feel it is appropriate.
"lildartheindiann: its yours"
"lildartheindiann: oh oh one more lildartheindiann: it wasnt yours at first lildartheindiann: but now it is!"
Sorry, sorry, sorry for the lack of posting. I would probably hate me by now if I were you. Sadly, school has just been impossible for me lately.
Nice fits Tindal.
The Good - ORCL website launched Orclworldwide.com, amazing. - AP US history and Pre-Calc tests were today, so finally I'm no longer stressed about those. - I'm a peer counselor and I pretty much have all of my friends' younger siblings in my class. - Supreme Messenger bag came in so I have a great three bookbag rotation from school. - Jokes with Quran <3. - Upcoming Kane West concert
The Bad - Little to no sleep per night. - I've got everything figured out, but for some reason I can never find what real love is about. - Driver's Ed isn't fun anymore. - I don't get my license for another three months.
The Ugly - My feet. - Pretty girls who think they're the shit (but are not).
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