I'm fading under flashing lights...
So much inspiration in my head...it's crazy...Yet there's a lot of non-poetic stuff in my head, so here I am.
I'm at my peak weight and it sucks. I'm going to try and workout at least every other day and cut back on the stuff that tastes really good. Seems like junk food is the best tasting stuff. I guess all good things have to come in moderation, huh? One of my friends asked me if I lost any weight. I highly doubt it, considering that I ate like a piggie during break. Maybe the exercise is already making me look better, hmm...
I went to my first off-campus open mic and signed up to perform. After I signed my name, my heart already started beating like it was about to get stolen or something. I texted a few of my friends telling them how nervous I was. They assured me that I would do well. I wasn't so sure, since I hadn't read a poem in a while. And I wasn't so bad. My voice is sooo different when I read. And considering that my friends who went before me do that spoken word shouting thing, I kinda imitated it in some parts. I got quite a bit of applause. What a rush. I feel like my stuff is so different. A lot of people rhyme, and I occasionally do it but not compulsively like I used to.
Also, I think it's second nature to be inspired to write after an open mic. I probably would've wrote a poem there if I wasn't so tired. Three nights of sleep deprivation = @____@
I made a trip to the library yesterday. I have a new rule for those who have to deal with the messed up Internet security here: If you're trying to get your "not so work-safe" fix, go to the library. I found an erotica book and it's caused lots of laughs when I bring it to the caf, but that's only cause I sit with gay guys who love making a scene.
I'm sick of not having my laptop. I miss my music collection. It's out of the shop and my dad's supposed to pick it up tomorrow, so I should have it by the weekend.
I randomly watched the last half of America's Next Top Model and they were modeling meat clothes...wtf? How many photos shoots has Tyra done? Geez, 10 freakin' seasons...When I think top model, I think someone who's every freakin' where just makin' hers. Let's see...Adrienne is shacking up with Peter Brady, where the heck is Yoanna? Wasn't she in a hair commercial or something? Eva's acting, haven't heard from Naima. Danielle has been in a few magazine ads. Um, Caridee...? Jaslene's doing it big, I guess. Her size annoys me. Ummmm, Saleisha just won, so...yeah. I'm not really keeping up with Model this season just because. Obviously we haven't seen it all, so...Tyra better make that money.
My hair = grr. I need to get it braided one day. And these gay friends of mine want to make me over or something. Do I really look that bad? Ah well...One of these days I'll surprise them. I'll surprise everyone.
I guess that's it for now. Peace homies.
I'm at my peak weight and it sucks. I'm going to try and workout at least every other day and cut back on the stuff that tastes really good. Seems like junk food is the best tasting stuff. I guess all good things have to come in moderation, huh? One of my friends asked me if I lost any weight. I highly doubt it, considering that I ate like a piggie during break. Maybe the exercise is already making me look better, hmm...
I went to my first off-campus open mic and signed up to perform. After I signed my name, my heart already started beating like it was about to get stolen or something. I texted a few of my friends telling them how nervous I was. They assured me that I would do well. I wasn't so sure, since I hadn't read a poem in a while. And I wasn't so bad. My voice is sooo different when I read. And considering that my friends who went before me do that spoken word shouting thing, I kinda imitated it in some parts. I got quite a bit of applause. What a rush. I feel like my stuff is so different. A lot of people rhyme, and I occasionally do it but not compulsively like I used to.
Also, I think it's second nature to be inspired to write after an open mic. I probably would've wrote a poem there if I wasn't so tired. Three nights of sleep deprivation = @____@
I made a trip to the library yesterday. I have a new rule for those who have to deal with the messed up Internet security here: If you're trying to get your "not so work-safe" fix, go to the library. I found an erotica book and it's caused lots of laughs when I bring it to the caf, but that's only cause I sit with gay guys who love making a scene.
I'm sick of not having my laptop. I miss my music collection. It's out of the shop and my dad's supposed to pick it up tomorrow, so I should have it by the weekend.
I randomly watched the last half of America's Next Top Model and they were modeling meat clothes...wtf? How many photos shoots has Tyra done? Geez, 10 freakin' seasons...When I think top model, I think someone who's every freakin' where just makin' hers. Let's see...Adrienne is shacking up with Peter Brady, where the heck is Yoanna? Wasn't she in a hair commercial or something? Eva's acting, haven't heard from Naima. Danielle has been in a few magazine ads. Um, Caridee...? Jaslene's doing it big, I guess. Her size annoys me. Ummmm, Saleisha just won, so...yeah. I'm not really keeping up with Model this season just because. Obviously we haven't seen it all, so...Tyra better make that money.
My hair = grr. I need to get it braided one day. And these gay friends of mine want to make me over or something. Do I really look that bad? Ah well...One of these days I'll surprise them. I'll surprise everyone.
I guess that's it for now. Peace homies.