Yes. When I was in Summer Camp (picture my ass in camp...yea) there was an archery class. I was one of the few who could strung the bow but I was so bankrupted in self-esteem and my rotten luck that I was worried even if I fried the arrow strait at the target...it would ricochet and hit someone.
So I always on purpose screwed up and made the arrows hit the ground. I never told anyone that, they just thought I was mentally retarded.
Now I wish I could go back. I have never done archery since and now that I know I can shoot strait, I want to bulls-eye that mother fucking target to death!
My rival talk is going to be my good friend Tiffany Rad. I have to follow and lead up to two other big acts. I swear they want to kill me. Very excited. Going to fly out and I have my own seperate hotel and room to stay at. Plus my friend *wink, wink* 0ph3lia will be there so do not be suprised if I start walking funny after one day with her.
I feel like our friendship is at full swing. I'm happy and she is happy. I hope she has an amazing time in Paris!
She needs all the happiness that she can get, because while it is preventable, she just found out from her doctors today that the cells in her body are unstable and that if not corrected will lead to cervix cancer.
Let's hope the rest of my Valentines Day/Chinese New Year plans are good news both for me and the recover!
P.S. I'm sorry I don't have very good pictures of the necklace and the amazing custom wooden box it came in. When I get them, I'll post 'em!
I have bi-racial hair Pantene Pro-V waves on the top Easy to style, comb, rock- Until-I encounter my naps, I’m not talking about those-cute detangle with the spray naps. I’m talking about those, slave naps, like, No comb, brush, or man can handle the kind of naps I got- like, No way you are touching my hair-naps like Back 10 feet up, or we can dance naps Those naps like- DAMN! I have bi-racial hair, Those smooth and silk rafts hanging all through my mane, Until you get to the back, and encounter the jungle, in which you can find Tarzan and Jane. In the front you forget and relax in the pleasure, Until you get to the back and remember pain Baby hair slicked back with that good 4 dollar pomade, That goes with roots and tangles, Soaked with that same olive oil; mixed with that spaghetti sauce momade. I have bi-racial hair, Combs run freely through my fine breezy, just to the part, the most you can make, Until it gets to the back and... Breaks. I have bi-racial hair Like- The only thing my mother could put it in was 2 big braids, And sometimes that was to much, So she left half undone. I was in the mirror, I was in the mirror, Convincing my self I looked just like a dark-skinned Alicia Keys I have bi-racial hair, Because I have bi-racial blood. I’m not talking about that-cute they met then fell in love, blood I’m talking about that- slaved raped six times by the master, Birthing 6 mixed babies, later hung blood I’m talking about that cross burning in the mud, blood And you call me a mud blood, Slit my rist, My blood does not excrete in black and white. I drean in verse and in red Like what drained from Emmit Tills’ lips when he was killed for breaking down color lines Bi-racial who surcomes to the abuse from her peers in her middle school, Those whose who constantly called me an Oreo Well she’s not white, its more like Reese’s cookie, mixed breed or a mullato That’s what it is a reverse mulatto I AM NOT A FUCKING COOKIE OR A BITCH! My roots are deep too My bi-racial roots are not blind Or more than cotton soft Cause my blood were in the sun, picking cotton too A thousand times discrated for my race A thousand time discrated from my history y’all never get Let textbooks be your truth And sprinkle the ashes of your history into streams I dream for a time and place where Maybe y’all all accept me Maybe we need to wake up again and remember a morning of you Like something new Baby I’ll be green cause my people drove there You people drove me there With my tender heart Tender head And my bi-racial hair
So...why did I fell off the face of the Earth for the past three days?
I attended the Global Gaming Jam at Bloomfield Collage were you have to make a game with a certain theme from start to finish in only three days.
The theme this year was "deception". I end up coming in late of Friday so I was shoe horned into a pretty fucking awesome team. Our programmer was a god, our lead artist was a goddess and everyone else really hauled gear.
I did most of the game design stuff (although everyone had their say about the game), I managed the team so the pipeline was smooth and we all reached our end goal. I also did all the Audio (pulling off the achievement of all sound effects done with my own body) and the Opening and Closing videos.
Microsoft: Plus! He has the wealth...obviously! AND the resources. Uh. So there is no reason-THERE'S NO FUCKING REASON-why his HACKERS should go out and break into private E-Mail all over your systems and then they come AND THEY SHUT DOWN YOUR FUCKING SEARCH ENGINE! AM I WRONG!?
Microsoft: AM I WRONG???
Microsoft: OK THEN! UGH!
MICROSOFT sticks a cigarette in his mouth and lights his zippo lighter.
Microsoft: That search engine really tied the internet monopoly together did it not?
Google: Fucking A!
Apple: And this guy shut it down!?
Microsoft: Apple. Please.
MICROSOFT lights his cigarette.
Google: You know this is the fucking guy-I could FIND this Changchun-Google China guy!
Apple: His name is Google? That is your name Goog!
Google: This is the guy who should compensate me for the fucking search engine!
GOOGLE takes a quick sip of his BEER.
Google: His hackers go around breaking into private E-Mails and they shut down MY search engine.
Microsoft: They shut down YOUR fucking search engine?
Google: ...they shut down my fucking search engine.
Microsoft: That's right Goog...
MICROSOFT looks at GOOGLE with FURIOUS INTENT in his eyes.
Microsoft: ...they SHUT DOOOOWN YOUR FUCKING SEARCH ENGINE...