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.