I truly love this .gif. Favorite .gif of all time? Maybe. For right now its the essence of .gifs.

Love this picture...I want to make cupcakes of varying decorations and colored frostings

*Today I feel very creative...but the words and ideals are all jumbled up. It's like I have all these amazing writing ideas, and either I can never get out the right words, or never have time to actually put those words on paper...something must be done. Maybe a brain cleansing?

*I'm now graduating in the Spring of 2010. Sad, no, I'm not. Actually, I'm a bit happy because now I can slow my roll and keep on researching the crazy worlds of grad school and also the internship I'm taking in the Spring. Yep, that's what I will be doing in the Spring. I have to have found something by November...yikes. Hopefully there will be something worth my while in the Metroplex area. I don't want to get stuck into an internship that looks appealing on paper but ends up being like some horrid nightmare.

*Mariah Carey fans are stupid. Don't get me wrong, I like Mariah Carey, in fact, I have been an avid fan of hers since the 'Daydream' years where she was getting all gangsta rap and rollerblading in a theme park with Ol' Dirty Bastard. But I just think that Lambs are the dumbest wankiest fans alive. And with that said, I used to be a delusional stan like that, till I realized that Mariah doesn't shit rainbows and glitter. What is going on is that the Lambs have forged an alliance to buy the new single, "Obsessed" up the wazoo so that the song can reach the top #10 posistion as the song currently dropped from #11 to #20. Some stupid fan is even shelling out $200 for singles...I'm sorry but "Obsessed" is the WORST FUCKING GARBAGE that Mariah has ever released as a single. It's like the 'E=MC2' album rolled into one turd that cannot be sugar coated. Mariah needs to distance herself from that hip-hop sound...it's gotten old and  when you've been doing it for about 10+ years, it gets stale like month-old Cap N' Crunch.

*This week, I'm supposed to hang with Brittany on Thursday for dinner and a movie...and then Guyna and Lindsay on Friday...I think. Need to iron out those details...

*I believe my muffin top is now a sheet cake...Pilates, it does wonders

*Started reading this book called, Pretty Little Dirty, it's quite amusing. The first chapter dealt with a boy who got his butt cheek shredded off by a metal sign on the way to a camping trip...most randomness shit ever. But I like the cover:



*Music of the Week:


-Debbie Harry's KooKoo album is all kinds of engaging right down to the album cover (ain't it fucking bad ass...with those spikes in her face). "Now I Know You Know" has taken me hostage with its jazz leanings and Deb sounding oddly like Kate Bush...
-Kinny's Idle Forest of Chit-Chat has all the makings of a great neo-soul/jazz offering, plus, "2546 Nice!" is just an amazing fun track
-ABC's Alphabet City is an album I avoided due to me loving the daylights out of their masterpiece, Lexicon of Love but I take all that back...this is their Lexicon of Love Pt. 2. I love me some funky British white boys.
-Usher's Confessions...revisiting it mostly because I'm missing my driver's ed class in 2004...I kid. No I just missed hearing Usher's vocals. These R&B boys of now are so puny, whimpy and atrocious (see Chris "Beatdown" Brown). But yes, this album reminds me of driver's ed because I played this album all that summer in 2004...ah, memories of videos about freeway driving and that book with the stoplight on it.

This album is just MASSIVE to me right now...Maxwell continues to be the craftsman of neo-soul/grown menz music. All the otherl little boys in soul/R&B out there just keep playing on those jungle gyms, Maxwell will bring your ass in from recess...

Been silent on the LJ front lately...not much has happened...though it feels like I'm in limbo right now in my life. Done some thinking about certain things, especially about my career and my schooling. This ideal kind came up when something quite drastic has surfaced in my family. Not going into details, but its made me realize that I have to be on my "A" game to survive in this day in age, as well as have the boxing gloves laced and poised, ready to fight the good fight, because if I can't take care of myslef and fight for myself, then I'm pretty obsolete, right? So today, I've sort of got a new outlook on what my career/school path is to be...still sticking to journalism, but definately taking this summer to really get into the writing thing, just write every single day, blog the hell out of stuff and make myself become a successful writer no matter what people tell me. Pretty much I'm trying to have a Foxy Brown "kick ass" attitude about journalism...and its working. I have to say, my writing has become better in the past couple of months and I have got some great ideas that I'm toying with right now with my novels and such...it's looking rather promising. So I'm going to keep on keepin'...

Sorry for the "deep" talk, just been giving this single girl in the college city thing a go for the first time in four years since I've been in college...yeah, never realized when I moved into my very own apartment, the things I'm finding out about myself. It's quite insane and actually I'm enjoying it. 

Random Thoughts:

*Pilates is working on me...I have never been so sore in my life but you know what, my stomach isn't as poofy/muffin top as it was a week ago...something it working and I want it to keep going! Who knows maybe my muffin top will be gone by summer's end?

*Bought the Essence magazine with the gorgeous Idris Elba on the front...weirdest mutha fucking article I have EVER read about a male actor. I mean, the journalist was fan girling so fucking HARD it was unsettling, almost stalker like...and when they gave his pants size and when she mentioned keeping the fork he used on her plate I was *DEAD*

*Oh, the new bedspread is so mine now...I got some damn blue nailpolish on it. Managed to save it before it stained worse...actually you can't tell what happened. Put the polish in time-out

*My old apartment complex called me about my old apartment...now they have found someone to occupy it, bad thing is I gotta go BACK over there to get all those old trash and clothes I left over there, plus clean it up...I hate that shit. Plus I DO NOT want to run into my old roommate...ugh, hard things to come this week...

*Pushing Daises Season 2 comes out on DVD Tuesday and I'm so getting it...I'm retiring the first season and moving on to more bright, witty and Lee Pace goodness!

I bought this over the weekend. I know, it looks a little "kiddy"  and it's from JcPenny's but I like the "POP" of color going on. I was looking for ~serious adult~ bedding gear, but I'm sorry, that monochromatic stuff bores me. My mom sent me a link to an extremely pretty periwinkle set, and I was gun-ho at buying it, but it just wasn't me, it looked like the me when I have two kids and a husband, not me at 22 in college. She was a little disappointed when I told her about this set, but I think she wants me to be all adultish, but for some reason, I just don't feel all that ~ADULT~. I mean, I don't pay any bills, I don't have a job (being a college is my job, my Dad says), I don't have a boyfriend, or go out to swanky restaurants with him, I still feel like a freshman in high school, and I even sort of look it sometimes. The only things that seem adult about me is that I have a car and my own apartment...and that's it. I always feel like I should enjoy my "unresponsible" college years, but I'm always rushing stuff...I guess I would probably feel better if I had my own apartment in a big city, with a comfortable paying job at a music/fashion magazine, with a tall and handsome boyfriend who took me dancing on Fridays and I had cocktails with gal pals on Saturdays...but I ain't Carrie Bradshaw, so I should just stop it...but no fault in dreaming right? One day, it'll happen, and then maybe I can stop beating myself up.

Today, I had my first Pilates class...we didn't do anything, as it was the first day. Basically, it's this young guy teaching us how to "work parts of the body", or as he said. When he said this I got a dirty thought...and I'm not sharing it cause I'm a bad little minx but it wasn't about him, cause he doesn't attract me, but I did think of someone in that thought, but I ain't telling. But I DID get a work-out as walking to and from my apartment to the campus colisieum...as it took a good twenty-to-thirty minutes to arrive there. And in 100 degree Texas weather...Heat Stroke City. Luckily, I had my water bottle with me, as I anticipated the walk, not to mention on the way back I grabbed a blackberry lemonade from Einstein Brothers Bagel Shop in the student union...the experience was this....



Hella refreshing. My goal tomorrow is to get some Simply Lemonade, Country Time Lemonade mix...or a juicer or something lemonade-esque so I can make some damn lemonade...all the time, for the rest of the summer. Well, at least I got some exercise and got to soak in the scenery of my campus, did something stimulating and got some sun on me. Fun times.

Idris...justify my love. Just JUSTIFY it.

I'm supposed to be studying for my Spanish final and doing my Ethics homework...but I'm failing at that cause I'm looking at MJ posts on ONTD! and laughing my ass off at this video...it's been posted elsewhere, but me loves it lots! So yeah, I'm gonna fail my Spanish final, cause I don't give a shit anymore...I'm tired, and it's summer and I don't give two monkey's butts about Reflexive Verbs and how they throw random letters in to make a word "LEYANDO" and  is not a word!!!  Whew....okay, that felt better!

LMAOOOOO....Sophia Petrillo...Estelle Getty...FTMW