169. week of the weak?

No, no no people, I kid. This week has been mad busy though. I feel like a crazy person when I wake up and don't settle down until I'm tucked in...which lately hasn't been until the wee hours of the AM. Everything is wonderful. Like I've said...I'd much rather have 100000 things going on than none at all. As long as it doesn't consist of me spreading myself too thin...it will work.

Kelly told me today that she thinks I'm getting to be less cynical about life and people and happenings. Good for me? Haha, FYI...I haven't always been cynical. I won't stay cynical. It's a phase. A short, short phase. It lasts for weeks at a time and then disappears. Regardless of how long it stays, it's still present. That's no way to live...so I'm thankful she noticed the change. I told her my heart is iced over and that is why I'm cynical. She feels I'm softening up. I blame global warming for the weather...melting the ice off my heart. It couldn't have been done purposely. I kid. Maybe. Eff with me...you become a lyric. Simple, plain, seen.




The debate last night was eh. My opinion...although I try and steer clear from speaking about politics. Too many fine lines that are easy to cross. Finger pointing was apparent...as it is in any political debate. It was a little disorganized. There has been college debates that have held more structure on the issue of "time management". Both parties needed to heed the green, yellow, and red lights. Go, slowww down, stop. Simple? Easier said than done. Therefore I will shut my mouth on that.


Dirty life = Beautiful music.

I've said that before and I firmly stand by it. The best songs result from the worst and or wildest happenings. I agree I agree...sappy love songs still get me. But isn't love dirty? I'd say...it's the dirtiest.

I created a little playlist. I made two cds sunday. One was hip hop. One was more alternative/soul. I combined some songs on here for you all to check out. Use it for dancing, screaming, homework, or...grooving. =]











"She said, what type of girl do you think I are...
the kind that you meet in a bar?
You think you can get whatever you want cause you some kinda star?
...No I'm a comet.
I just want you, woman.
Hey, if I were you then it would be me that I go home with.
3, the one and only
one thing you ain't considered.
I heard you when you told your girl "ooo he can get it".
Admit it.
You did it.
Let's hop a cab and split it-
I'm kiddin'...
we both going to where you livin'"

haha.





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