i hate beyonce

...for making a song that says "If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it."

My ring finger is bare. So is every other finger on my hands.

Hello, my name is Stassi X., and I am single.

I need to learn to be okay with that.

If I could, I would make that my #1 New Years resolution. It's not that easy though =/. It's not easy when every single dream I've had thus far was about some male figure. Why have I managed to let that get to the top of my list of priorities.

And it sure doesn't help that I'm listening to "Love Story" by Taylor Swift as I write this. That is the ULTIMATE cuffing song.

Fuck.

i dont want to be her, but i do.

foolishness, but it makes every bit of sense.

#in2010

-i must remove all things #basic from my life
-i will be pierced (rihanna ears).
-i will be tatted (Something to say #pencil).
-fearlessness is key
-experiment
-don't be afraid to have a drink to myself
-don't be afraid to take a walk by yourself. just go chill in meridian park by yourself and unwind.
-do everything wholeheartedly
-actually dedicate my being to one thing at a time
-hide the fact that i care about what others think
-and then eventually stop caring ...maybe #in2011
-do all the things i daydream, fantasize, or wish would happen
-open up
-smile more, i look better when i do that
-make my room more lively. decorate it, magazine covers/pictures, poems, thoughts, printouts.
-DETERMINE WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
-take better care of my sister
-have more company over
-take the time to show those who appreciate me that i appreciate them
-immerse myself in journalism
-utilize my damn camera.
-embrace my beauty. when i do, hopefully others will too.
-just do it.

tingley feeling inside

yum yum yum

a nice day out after one helluva day of sneezing and used Kleenexes.

went out to the mall and got myself these beauties from DSW:

i love them... i'm still wearing them as i write this post -_-

thennnnn
i also got myself a little treat at the subway

VIBE!!



i wanted the Drake cover, but i <3 C.Breezy too. theyre both inside, & thats what matters most

read read read...

a la New York!

Peace DC, I'm goin homeeee!

then to my parents' home, aka JAMAICA!

grandma, i'm comin!

=*

`S.X.

oooweeeeeee

come springtime, ima be dat baaaad jawn

;]

oh, and i got my wangsss

`S.X.

whaaaatttttt

you do not understand how crazy i am craving barbecue wings... ON THE BONE. and i NEVER like bones!!



I believe during my ALL DAY study session for finals, I will be ordering barbecue wings from Wings Over Washington. omg, i'm actually very excited.

=D!!

`S.X.

YAY, POSITIVITY!

Ta-da!! Finished my blog makeover (kind of)! I just need to touch up on a few things.. I worked on it practically ALL day, well during class gaps, was too determined.

And I realized that my latest posts have all been bitch'n and moanin' and complaining, which I'm sure can only be taken in moderation. I haven't gotten to talk about all the GOOD shizz happening in my life!

now THIS is good shizz. jello and brownies? my inner fatass is speaking, pardon it.

my friend shanece threw her roomie an awesome arabian nights type of surprise party. shi-sha and all!

birthday girl so pretty! shanece is a clown..

the whole 25 Magazine crew! the EIC, News&Blogs, Art&Photo, and Special Projects.. so yea now you have to go to...

www.25mag.com

k.thnx.


so clearly mickey is actin up.. its'kay, luv her neways.

who knows what the hell was so funny, but i luv zaria.. 25Mag fam also, go editorial!

so yes..

that was enough of that little soiree...

on to thanksgiving break!

got to spend time with my loves from high school, and thats always fun =]

priya's bday just passed, so we had a surpise cup-cake feast!

inner fatass stirring up again.. but seriously, those are to die for.

ah yes =]

and now i really wish i got more pictures of food during thanksgiving.. but i failed to do that. but i did get photo lessons from the master (dad).

long islanddddd.

wearin dad's camera. i swear, that shizz is like 50 pounds.

please view the close-up...


you may have to excuse the rubberband.

it be's like that sometimes.

my stevie's wanted to say hi.

random shizz, namin shoes like they're Docs.



bah.



`S.X.

DO OVER.

REVAMPING...

new shit coming soon.

this is where branding comes in.

(right now it's so hideously blank that I wouldnt dare put this on the bottom of my to-do list)

Let Loose and Switch That Shh...

It's so sad.

I KNOW the person I want to be, but I can't because I'm living for other people.

Living for them, living by them, living through them, living around them, living to please them.

I need to understand just how to live without them.

I'm craving the hipster lifestyle. The Ijustdontgiveaf*ck wear whatever you feel like with no particular matching scheme, hippie, learning and living off the beaten path, the underdog, far from mainstream in terms of music, talented beyond academics, raw photography, dance, write, sing, mosh, tastefully and non-sexually oriented-ly wasted, not wasting time to explore things around me, do things different, look like a weirdo, be cultured and know things outside of the majority, be the minority again, just chill in a room with a bunch of people and not grind, kiss, touch, fuck, or play a game of truth or dare that will eventually encourage me to do those things, just LIVE BEING JUDGED BUT NOT GIVING A FUCK.

Pardon my foreign language, but that's what I feel. That's what I want. But I can't because I'm not surrounded by a circle thats "down" with that sort of thing. Living in a sea of sameness that is my school. Trying hard just to outshine and outdo, when really that is the means of fitting in.

Times like this make me miss being in New York. Where the non-carers thrive abundantly. The only melting pot I know in this damn country.

Already decided that my ass and somebody else's ass is getting an apartment in the city. Village, Soho, or maybe downtown BK if I have to. I just NEED a change of company and of scenery.

That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

Smile=Smile.

And then things like this make me happy...



Yuri Pleskun.

The "thug-type" boy I went to school with turned out to be an A-list male model... that smiles. Made my day.

Transitioning into Hippieness...

That's about to be the movement. I feel like I need to calm my spirit. I know the hippies were spiritually calm. I need to be on that level. I'm not about to start doing drugs and running around without any undergarments on, but I'm getting to that state of mind. Blame the hair, I'm halfway there =)... ooh, expect a poem coming soon from that line!

But on the negative side, I think I've lost my little sister. She has become a product of juvenile delinquency, defiance, and rebellion. She lashed out on us, and I don't know what to do with her anymore. Except pray. I had to cry, because I fear for her. Just prayer is all I can do.

The World is on Some Bull-shhh.

The world is retarded.

It only sees in black and white.

Gray is such a neglected color.

Why don't people believe in middle ground? Why does everything have to be in terms of extremes? Why do I have to be extremely religious, or just wrong? Why do I have to be afro-centric-just-looking-to-fight-the-power just because I don't have a perm anymore? Why do I have to be decided in my life career choices from now? Why do I have to be lighter/caramel skinned, with almond eyes, plump lips, wavy/curly/NOT NAPPY hair, coke bottle waist, and "fat ass" for a guy to be like damn she bad? Why do I need to at least have ONE of the above to get anyone to turn their head? Why do I have to be a part of hazed organizations (and I'm actually not talking about sororities) to be socially recognized? Why do you have to be a budding socialite to attend my university? Why can't you advance to a socialite if you didn't start trying (aka being thirsty) since freshman year? Why is it that if you don't have alot of guy friends, you don't have ANY guy friends?

I'm tired of this all or nothing, ultimatum world that I have the misfortune of being birthed into. I seriously wish I was surrounded by hippies. I'd be the happiest ball of brown fluff walking down Georgia Avenue.

Just had to get that out of my system as I sulk and wish my life were different. I hate feeling that'd I'd ever want to be someone else sometimes. I don't like having to be compared to the people around me and know I don't and won't fit into the awesome category and there's not much else I can do about it. I think about my options: I could submerge myself in work, charity, grinding, and hustling to make something bigger than myself (which may come with no inner satisfaction), say fuck it, to hell with it, and have the most fun and leave everything as an open choice, orrrrrrrr sit here and blog about how I don't like any of those options.

See what I mean? The gray area gets no fucking love.

Please excuse my French.

`Stassi X.

bout time i posted

I've been on an unintentional hiatus.. I've been too stressed/busy/lazy/unmotivated to write anything, but here's a little something to keep the cobwebs away:

Cosign

Everyone’s in search of a co-signer
Eyes well up like you’re applying eye liner
If they don’t see what you want them too
How dare anyone challenge or disagree with you
We all try to deny it
Because nobody wants to sound needy
But it’s hard for me to accept that no one wants to be me
Look up to me
Respect me
Actually collect themselves when they address me
Truth be told, I blindly co-sign them
“Them” as in anyone willing to comment
On me, my life, what’s going on in my world
Who takes the time to see what’s behind the face of this girl
And yet still, I press on
Hoping that someday, somebody will catch on
And just nod their head, saying “Stassi, you ain’t lyin!”
Pathetic. Why even bother trying?

10-6-09

~Stassi X.

honey i'm... stressed.

Ok, i've been back at my beloved college, and I'm already growing grey hairs (yes, I spell "gray" like that).

My school has done everything in its power to get under my skin for the past 2 weeks. First of all, freshman week was HALF as fun as I expected it to be. Maybe my class is mellow.

Or maybe the freshman class is just lame. -_-.

I didn't get to go where I wanted because it just didn't happen like that. My dorm (which is supposed to be the most fun, poppin dorm out there) was rather dormant. And within that dormant dorm, I live on one of the quietest floors. Ugh.

Then classes start, and classes I'm locked out of but NEED are denying me overrides. I'm down by a bazillion credits off the bat, and I'm scared this year is going to be so busy for me, but none of that hubbub will be focused on my studies. Why? Because as of now, I HAVE no studies!

This year is starting off terrible and I've only had two days of actually classes. Pleaseee make this a turnaround.

Oh, let me add. I got a blister on my foot from the new flats I got, but wait... I have no bandaids.

Screw me.

~Stassi X.

I Lied..

here's one more post before I'm stationed in DC [3 days]...

i just wrote this poem at the top of my head..


Hangin On

as the sleep gathers in my eyes
the thoughts scatter through my mind
and i find myself believin
that this love bobbing and weavin
is okay
just as long as you stay

it's not that i got the wrong mindset
holding to you tight like a corset
i won't say i forced it
its. just.
hard to understand
why i'd even want you as a man
you never cared for me before
you seldom grasped my hand
and told me that you'd hold me
just because you can

never the one to defend me
i appreciate that you befriended me
but thats just not enough
don't know who i am nomore
just know that it's an empty me

i should set my standards higher than that
say that if he aint buying, he's wack
he treats me right, but yea, that's besides the fact...

if i can't get what i want from you emotionally
and hear that when you with your boys, you always boast 'bout me
my girls say dash for that cash, but don't give up no ass
he's nothin but a dog, send his ass to the trash

i try not to listen, cuz i know what's best for me
i got faith in us, i know he'll come around. they'll see.

S.A.E.
8-11-09

Tick Tock..

And down winds the clock.

Not counting today, I have 3 full days left in New York. Then I'm off to the District, woo! Oh how I missed it so. I missed my Howard University, my friends, my mini families, and the freedom.

I know I'll miss my family and all, but honestly, this has been the longest summer everrrr (literally, because I was off for 4 months =/)

The next time I blog, I should be comfortably situated in my dorm =].

Til then, toodles!

~Stassi X.

A Freshman Story

I finally decided to finish the poem I partially wrote in my phone over a month ago:

She came to college for all reasons but one

Not looking for a boo, but just looking for fun

Late night clubs and parties

Friends booed up and actin rowdy

She ain’t wanna seem dry, so…

Decided to give this boy shit a try

It started out on Harvard

People cold, sweaty, and starving…

Took a walk back to the quad and

Chatted it up with some friends

Now this is where all the funny shit begins

Met this dude, kinda cute, was giving her no problems

So she gave him her number without a problem

She went home giddy as shit, he went home high…

But off the naturals, but sorry I…

Digress

Next week was date week, she showed up in a dress

Movies and food, the tab went to the dude

Shit was going great until late and they had to split

Not wanting to leave, boy said, “I know a place we can go sit.”

Leading through the valley, she followed behind

She didn’t know the E-building was the place he had in mind

Finding a room in the quiet place

The distance shortened between his and her face

Led to hands moving a lot for just a simple embrace

She tried to push away, claiming it was time for bed

He held on tight as a holster instead

As he cuddled closer, she said

“Do you think I’m easy?” He said, “Don’t you know I’m hard?”

He still tries to feel her up with no sense of regard

Or reverence for her “hold off” preference

And so it goes

Guys treating girls like those

Chosen to go beneath his clothes

Will this girl succumb to it?

Shit, it wasn’t me, how should I know.

~ A S.A.R.E. Original

And no, this was not based any personal situations, lol.

~Stassi X.

My Packed Planner

Wow, I feel terrible. I haven't blogged in so long. Remember how I'd been bitching about how my summer has been so boring and there's so much I wish I could do?

Well maybe that was on facebook =/...

But anyways, now my summer has been BOOKED to the max. My poor planner is starting to rip at the sides because of how much it's being handled!

Finally got a job working with little kiddies =]. I want to find a career that has to do with kids and journalism, because if that existed, I'd be set!

Anyway, now for the fun stuff. Here's a picture recap of all that has happened during my brief hiatus:

4th of July in the city

Ashley's Birthday Outing

Long Beach with Ashley

Long Beach with Amir [same day]

Lol SageBlaize..

I'm out!

~Stassi X.

Something to Blog About...

I hate blankness, oh yes I do.
I have this blog and barely use it, I'm so lazy.

Well, partly lazy and mostly busy. I've been so preoccupied with working on www.25mag.com and making KD proud (check out the site, and it'll be 10x better come august, which is hard to improve upon because it's already fly). Yes, that was a very shameless plug, but MY BLOG.

Haha. Anyways.

I'm devastated about the recent folding of VIBE magazine... if you don't know, Google it and get familiar, please.
And then I found out Drake signed to Young Money/Cash Money, which I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Now onto the fun part, I think I'll make this a hobby.


I really like the plain look. Need to buy more plain white tees!

And I really do love my new snake earrings, courtesy of Girl Props in Soho.

That's all I have this time. I'll keep this up.

~Stassi X.

AWESOME!

Just watch, i LOVE it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQ2lvLqQ1Ic


~Stassi X.

Gritting My Teeth

I'm a little salty that you have to look like Vanessa Bryant to be considered "bad," which is the equivalent of "extremely sexy and desirable."

Alert me when things have changed. Until then, I'll crawl under a rock now.

~Stassi X.

DEAD?

Is a career in journalism a dead end?

That's all I ask as I pray the answer's a no...

~Stassi X.

Kobe is not human.

I just have to mention how obsessed I am with the NBA Finals right now. Gasol, Odom, and Turkoglu are beasts. And of course we all know that Kobe is inhuman [in a good way]. Isn't it funny how Kobe is the only one referred to by his FIRST name...?

Anywho, go Lakers! ;]

"Sexy" Spectacular's video is a SIN!!!

ok sooo... this is just a repreach

i've put this on facebook

i've put this on twitter

i'm puttin it on blogspot/blogger

hell i'd put it on youtube but im not much of a tv personality

PLEASE view this video and tell me what's RIGHT with it....



~Stassi X.

No Kanye?

So on Friday, I went gallivanting around NYC and lookie who I saw...



Amber Rose but no Kanye to latch on to... wonder what she was doing over by Canal St [church n walker]?

That is all.

~Stassi X.

BREATHE IT...

The absence of poetry
Leaves me numb
So I spill the words out
As they come
From my mind
Yet I’m blind
To the thoughts I can find
Clearly spelled out for me
So encrypted I can’t possibly
See them.
I just breathe them
Need them in my life
In my day to day
Night to night
Rendezvous
Strong a bond as me and you
You is ink
Bound to my
Palms so pink
Damp from the firm
Clamp on my
Tool.
Of.
Choice.

5-16-09





Just had a moment.



~Stassi X.

dark and what??

smh. and smh some more.

bow wow's music video.
serani's music video.
any black man's music video.

"i like em long hair, thick, red boned..." --> pretty self explanatory, thanks weezy.

and i think he speaks for the apparent majority. apparently.

seem's like the word's dark 'n' lovely have no meaning in today's world.
today walking through the mall, all i saw were black arms and light arms linked. now i'm not one to hate on someone else's love, but once my friend pointed out the trend, i will admit, the pattern is EXTREMELY irritating.

this topic has been discussed thousands of times before but... not by me, so here it goes.

i understand, these mixed chicks and these light chicks are very beautiful with their long hair, smooth skin, and bright eyes. i get it. but i guarantee, the dark side is sexy too! i feel like we, the dark n lovely, end up with the shortest end of the stick. the white guys for the most part want the light girls. the asian [both types] want the light girls. and now the black guys want the light girls. who wants the dark? any takers?

black women are always trying to alter themselves to look somewhat "better" to the public (colored contacts, straightened hair, weaves, even skin lighteners)... now we know why. for some mind boggling reason, guys don't drool over anything else.

relax, i'm just speaking my mind.
for our sake, i wish things were different.
we love the light and dark, why can't our men just return the love ='[

that's just how i see it.

~Stassi X.

summer wishlist

.white shorts
.vans
.new ipod nano
.tv
.a clue of what to do with my hair [GOT]
.fun speakers
.an internship
.& a job [GOT]
.a tan (lol)
.a summerdress
.a CAMERA (asap) [GOT]
.a boytoy
.doc martens
.the ability to braid [GOT sorta]
.swimsuit (monokini)
.3 new poems
.a tubetop (omg)
.a big ego?

~Stassi X.

Au Naturale? Now I Get It...

Perms...done. Braids...done. Wigs...never.

Ok so I took the big step and grew my hair out and now that school is officially OVER [amen], let's see what I ended up with.

And I love it all. You go from forum to forum and see all this mumbojumbo about the wonderfulness of going natural and how great you feel. I thought this was all too much emotion for a simple hair change. I just kept thinking to myself... quit being dramatic!

But the hair's out and I get it. I was SO scared to walk outside my door with such a different look and with such little hair over my head. But my first exposure was at church, which I feel was the best place to do it. No one's going to be too mean about it in the house of God. To my surprise, alot of people liked it, which eased my nerves. I mean I have a whole summer to build up some confidence so next semester at HU won't phase me. Let the journey begin.

~Stassi X.

ENDING WITH A BANG

...talk about an appropriate title.

So literally, I can see the end of my freshman year of college right before my eyes, and I still cannot grasp the concept. I've experienced SO much, I can hardly believe it's only been 10 months.

However, it seems like the final stretch is what has ended up being the most eventful.

I've always had my 3-1-3 family, but second semester introduced another family to me: last name, QuaDrew. From tears and sweat in the step arena, to laughs and drunkenness everywhere else, QuaDrew fam has gotten stronger each time. In the short time we've come to know each other, we've had Rock Band in Drew, social hour in Truth, Killer and Mafia in 340, Kung Fu and drunken parties in the E building [lol that poor building]. Recently, we took our festivities to a new venue...

"What you doing? Nothin' chillin' at the Holiday Innnnnn..."

Sike, naw. It was the Days Inn homie. Hotel party, on deck. At first it wasn't looking to nice because all the transportation out to VA was doing the most plus 27, but as soon as we had a little juice, shit ended up poppin, bangin, tweakin, all that good shit. 30 people, one room, and our own little open bar = madness. Let's just say it was one helluva night to remember. It was a great way to end our first year at THE HU.

Sophomore year, Meridian, here I come.

IT'S 4/20... YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS..

ASHER ROTH's album drops today...

[asleep in the bread aisle]

haha, i know where your mind was when you read the title.

everybody's talkin' bout the Q-U-A-D.

EXTRA EXTRA, this just in:
Even though we didn't win
Quad breaks headlines once again..

--> big ups to the ladies of The Harriet Tubman Quadrangle Step Team 2009 & Congrats to our brothers Charles R. Drew Hall Step Team 2009 for taking 2nd! [we know you should have beat the annex. no capitalization necessary -_-]

The Clock is Ticking..

My freshman year of college is like, done.

I don't know how I feel about it.

~Stassi X.

Whoopi's Lash-out

Whoopi Goldberg has done it this time, and I tip my hat to her.

On today's episode of The View, Whoopi had to let a bitch know. Seriously.

An article appeared in TV Guide magazine by Ingela Ratledge ("the anonymous bitch" who must "kiss her ass") & Stacy London criticizing Whoopi's sense of style, claiming her style was "oversized and casual" and it looked as if she was "making a run to Costco." As anyone would have been, Whoopi was highly offended and handled the situation in the most sophisticated of ways. *wink*

[scroll to the bottom of the page and skip to 7:45]
http://theyaketyyak.blogspot.com/2009_03_20_archive.html


A tasteful cuss-out was definitely in order. Good job, Ms. G.

~Stassi X.

Obama's Blunder

I'm sure everyone knows about this one, since it has been flooding the news all day. On March 19th, President Obama appeared on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno and ended up winning the disapproval of so many people [aka Republicans].

...Punks.

The first thing he did to piss them off was take the time to appear on a talk show based on comedy. Oh no, not comedy. Then he had the audacity to talk about his plans in solving this country's economic crisis.

Then his biggest fumble of words came when he compared his poor bowling abilities to the Special Olympics. Shortly after he came off the air, he realized that his word choice was not the best, and made a prompt apology to the Chairman of the Special Olympics, Timothy Shriver. Hear it for yourself, I'm not trying to twist any of my President's words:



Now that you have the facts, here come's Stassi's say. I don't see why the political world is focusing so intently on his slip of words and blowing it out of proportion. Yes, I will admit, that was not the wisest thing to say on national television. However, his comment was one of those foolish comments said amongst friends but not set out to hurt anyone's feelings. He immediately apologized for the error of his ways, and I feel that should be enough.

Some criticize Obama, arguing that his priorities are not in order. He should spend less time appearing on such shows and more time fixing the country. Number one, President Obama may be our president, but he is still a human being and a normal American citizen. What this means is: he is allowed to have a life and sense of humor.

Stop trying to find faults in him. He was America's choice, now let him do his job HIS way. It's a shame that we live in a country where people would rather part-take in animosity rather than let someone who wants to try and help the country do what they said they'd do.

SMH. America, reorganize YOUR priorities.

~Stassi X.

Yuri Pleskun

To anyone reading this post, I have one bit of advice: observe and acknowledge everyone that you go to school with, have shared a summer job, or anything like that, because you never know where they will end up.

I had no idea that one of my old high school-mates would up an international male model, and very well-known and respected one at that.



Yuri Pleskun, a New York native, is currently on the FM Modelling Agency and with Request Modelling Management. He's shot for Rad Hourani, opened the 2009 Patrik Ervell fashion show, and has been featured in numerous magazines such as Wonderland, FAT, Ein Tag In Brooklyn, and Vogue. Here are some of his clips, but from what I can see, he is doint BIG things. Keep it up Yuri. [Time to network, lol!]:











The kid's nice. That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

Props, B.

Lately, I haven't really been a fan of Ms. Knowles. Sue me, but I'm sorry, Beyonce has just not been doing it for me lately. However, I have managed to fall in love with one of her songs after just the first listen. And I had to hear Jordin Sparks' nicely done rendition first. I personally like it better than BK's. Nevertheless, here they are.

That New New Spring Break Spot...

.. I'm talking about New York.. aka home.

As a college freshman, I guess I'm going through one of my homesick spells.
I should be sad I'm not going to a tropical place for my spring break, but really, I just want to get away from school. Just one week left til I'm in the best state in America, best state in Americaaaaaa, Americaaaa .. [R.Browz].

20-1

Ok... so, it's my birthday. I just felt I should tell you that.

19. on the 19th. in 2009. born in 1990. born 9:47 pm... uncanny aint it?

i should've entered the lottery =/

~Stassi X.

So, Naked is OBV Better.

Two days ago, I attended an MC battle entitled, "Verbal Armageddon."

Some MC's were illprepared and did not bring their instrumentals, leaving them with no choice but to perform acapella.

This ended up being the best mistake they could've made. The words they spat out at the audience, though laced with the occassional "bitch" and "nigga," couldn't have been more beautiful naked. We lose the poetry behind rap songs of today because all the videos, melodies, and beats distract us.

Sometimes all you need are the bare minimals.

That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

The Best Weekend, Ever.

When Mother Nature eats something one week, you never know what she's gonna shit out that weekend. Sorry, for the vulgarity, but she must have had some real good stuff this time, because this weekend was nice. Not 50 and cool nice.

70 and hot. That's the deal.

Today, I have experienced so much more DC adventure than I have all semester. Club 313 took advantage of this weather and frolicked on top of UGL (undergraduate library). And I am quite serious when I use the word frolick. We raced each other, jumped, did cartwheels and handstands, took modelesque/magazine-esque photos, and spelled out letters with our bodies and shadows:

After that, it was time for a Slurpee from 711. Of course our craving called for another adventure. On our long, roundabout journey, we came across the gate where drunken photos were taken, where someone ended up with fudge feet =/. Two guys in a car, "2" and nameless, stopped to greet us, leaving with the impression that our names were Shelly, Ronni, Ann, Zoey, and Candy. A cutie took our picture and it looked VERY cute. Then we found an abandoned shopping cart that I proceeded to push mi amiga in until a pothole rudely interrupted our fun.

We continued down the street, yelling at motorcyclists, truckers, and EMTs along the way. To our disappointment, there was no fruity slurpee. To the 711 on U Street!

Our video skills came into play after visiting a quaint little flea market, where they sold Coogi sweaters and incense boxes. Picture this, new season of Bad Girls Club, the Amber&Amber Show theme song. Now replace Amber with Club 3-1-3. Cool, so we have our theme song. We danced and sang and spun (lol) until a crusty man tried to touch us. The video had to end.

We got to 711 and got Slurpees, posed for pictures at Ben's Chili Bowl, and went back to UGL, a game of Twister was awaiting us.

On top of UGL, we invited more friends to play, but the wind started getting in our way. Suggestion: let's go play INside UGL. Brilliance.

Let's just say a fun edition of Twister soon turned into the most fun edition of library hide and seek. That ended in joyous disaster. In my bob and weaving skills, I managed to run right into the glass case of a fire extinguisher, shattering it with my hands. I didn't have time to feel bad yet. All I could think about was grabbing my stuff and saying "DUECESS!"

I had to make a casual exit, any signs of panicking would have been too sus. Once outside, I could see my hand cut up and bleeding in some spots. I couldn't help but laugh. It didn't hurt on impact nor afterwards, yet I still had blood on my hand and chest and glass in my palm. I felt guilty, but felt such a thrill. A-dren-a-line, man. I should have taken a flick.

Anyways, though I missed some more fun due to team practice, that was one of the best days of my year.

That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

Grit and Bear It...

I'm actually not kidding though. Please... let's just examine this together:

(taken on two separate days)

Now, when originally scooped into the bowl at the cafe, these were supposed to be grits. Now, it is grit cake. I personally have never eaten grits before, or even seen it until I got to Howard. However, I ask, is it supposed to solidify like that?

Seems a little sus.

That's just how I see it.

Leave the Junior HIgh at Home

Flurries this morning, beautiful to have snowflakes freezing my pupils no matter how much my lashes try to block them as I hike up the oh-so-famous Howard hill to sociology. In this weather, not too many people are trying to hang around and admire the outdoor temperatures. No one has time for a conversation stop, nor arguing.

Oh wait, correction. I found the rare arguers. What first caught my attention was the thump, then the sound of a very attractive male watch crack against the pavement. Thump again. There goes someone's license plate. To see two supposedly "grown-ass men" fighting in the middle of the street was mildly amusing. However, jerk chicken could hold more attention than they did.

Now, picture this. You're in your junior highschool cafeteria and your male friend steps on someone else's new Jays. In the blink of an eye, the two boys are tumbling around on the floor, with the entire cafeteria crowded around them, some chanting, some jumping in, some cheering, some cursing, all adding to the coonery in one way or another. Then after a few seconds, a faculty member would come break it up and pry the two boys away from each other.

Okay, fast forward to college. The two boys are rumbling and tumbling in the street, slamming into parked cars and shouting undistinguishable words to each other, and the Howard passersby are, well, passing by. Not a soul stopped for more than a second to watch, and when they did stop they just shook their heads, laughed, and kept it moving. No one tried to calm them down, let alone separate them. After a while, the two men, more than likely feeling quite stupid, pulled away from each other and said their last exhange to each other in attempts to be intimidating. It failed. Aside from acquiring a broken watch, a few hits, and more than likely a chance a being sued for car damage, they accomplished... oh wait, that's right, nothing.

I'm glad that most of the students attending this school understand why we are here. We didn't pay money to fight with unimportant schoolmates and things of that nature. You two, get it together and leave that youngin' shit home.

That's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

Anxious

This

Girl

Is

Itching for an

Artistic intervention

One that without question

Will send her into shivers beyond mention

This girl is

Craving the sweet touch of words

Flowing across her face

Sending her ears into shock

Mind gone pleasantly crazy

And soul in ecstasy

This girl is

Hoping that the pen in her hands

Can be passed on to

Produce something so grand

Her breath will be taken

Body too weak to stand

And

The wave of colored genius

Verbal rainbow

Too good for even the sunniest of days

Will surround her, never ceasing to amaze

Those that look on

This orgasmic witnessing

Of this girl and

Her first

Love

Art.

1-28-09

~Stassi X.

My Profession

Working hard with book and pen, writing is the poetress
Yea, so what, I made that word up. As long as you all are knowing this.

eff that. it's about time.

Shit.

I, along with a buh-zillion other anxious Howard University students, am back on my grind. I'm on that 4.0 hustle and it's about time. X-mas break was cool and all that, but I need to focus. Found out that my schedule is homosexually beneficial (think about it), giving no excuse to miss homework or oversleep or anything. Let's see how this works out.

But first, foremost, and above all.... I NEED a house party to break the ice. Like now. Just one goodass one to send me off into my studies. This weekend. Well, inauguration week is a whole different story though.

Lamont Street and Club 4.0, here I come. Best of both worlds, that's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

iPizzle.

Rock.

It's well known that I lived under one for pretty much all of my pre-highschool life [and just for a little of highschool].

The iPod got a nice little update today. Wade Robson, N.E.R.D., Paramore, Santogold, John Legend, Weezy, Tyga, Tye Tribbett.. yeah, from ALL over.

My ears will feel refreshed. Too bad starting tomorrow, I'll have no subway to listen to it on. Just the Metro. =].



Oh, and, Santogold is weird. Very, very weird.

~Stassi X.

Simple.

Tears? Yes, tears.

Sometimes the simplest things are the most satifying.
And maybe I'm a little late on the reminiscing because 2009 is here, better late than never.

I know how much I fussed over others this past year. I let so much get to me and get me down and neglected the goodies.

In a sense, I left high school with more than just my "groceries" [only HU would get it, RIP]. It was way too much social, emotional, nonsensical baggage for my hands.

And now I sit here on the verge of tears thinking about how much time I wasted. But they're happy tears. Because I'm sitting here singing alone in my room and realizing how wonderful of a feeling it is. I forgot how good ME was. How could have I neglected myself for all that time? I thought I needed people to get by and find a place. Shitt. I just need me, maynn.

Ok, now I'm not trying to be all bitter and say I don't need anyone but my damn self. But I do need me, and I guess my new-years-resolution-type-shit is to always make time for me in my busy world of everyone else.

*continues to sing*

Fin.

~Stassi X.