Poet.Writer.Ego Tripper

typing with nails sucks.

thanks with help from masteradept  t_nr is now open for bidness!!!!

Book to be posted tonight.

This weekend has been great.  More later. I'm going to finish the first episode of Star Trek TOS. I need to watch Oz.

I am seriously almost losing my breath thinking about getting into grad school. All my shit is in. I have to call the school though to make sure my transcripts got sent.

Tasks:

1. Paper for SD class
2. Paper for BL class (eeek)
3. Pay UGL 80 dollars
4. Take CT test


and then I graduate bitches.

I have completed my Masters Application. Now, I just sit and wait.

Well not sit. I have goals and the such. The usual goals, I won't bore you. I still hate my job though. I don't even pretend to like being there anymore.

I think I am coming down with a cold ON TOP of my ear thing. Here is my ear thing. 

Lately, I have been waking up with unpopped ears. You know, when everything sounds funny and you can't really hear shit. So I have been un-popping my ears just about every other hour every day for the past few weeks. I found this to be completely normal. One day I cleaned out my ear (because I thought "maybe it's a shit load of wax") and dug too deep. I believe I hit something. Now I can't press my ear without a sharp pain that makes me want to punch myself in the stomach. And sometimes it throbs a little without me putting pressure on it (like right now).

I am going to go to the Urgent care tomorrow because going to ER non emergent cases gets me a nasty note from HAP and a talk from my PCP. (PPC?) (OPP?)

Lastly. I love Firefly and The Wire. I am on Season Four of the Wire, in the middle, and Episode Four of Firefly (there are only like 14 which kinda sucks ass a lot)

I realize that once I get into grad school (oh and I will get into grad school, don't you worry about that, Billy Buddy) I might need to let go my tv addiction. I've been addicted since I was about six years old. Okay. More like four, but shut up. My reading addiction only really started when I was 9. 

I have decided to talk about the books I'm reading this year. I just re-read this and finished it last night.

Basic Overview what the story is about:

I have said it before and I'll say it again, this is Alice Walker's finest fiction.  It starts when Grange Copeland leaves his family in search of a better life not oppressed by white people. We follow Brownfield, his son, and his hardships. Finally we move onto Ruth, Brownfield's youngest daughter. After her mother is killed and her father is in prison (this is not a spoiler, read the back of the book) Ruth, a young child, goes to stay with her grandfather, Grange. This is Grange's chance to atone for the sins of his past, through Ruth he feels salvation and a fierce sense of love.

Thoughts on the book:

I can be honest, the book has a slow depressing start but it's only about ten pages. From then on, the books is seamless. While the book is mostly about Grange Copeland, we follow the other characters his actions have affected. The first person we actually connect to in the book is Brownfield, the son Copeland walked on. We don't get a sense of Grange Copeland until later on in the book but he is one of the most powerful characters I have ever read. The three main people she focuses on are Brownfield, Grange and finally Ruth. This is not a book in which to look for heroes. The only that maintains innocence is Ruth. The dialouge is amazing and honest. The violence in the book (and there is violence) is raw and not glossed over. Every kick, punch and shot is made real by Walker's descriptions. Oddly, this is actually one of those books in which you will both get a sense of humor and anger. It mirrors real life that way.

Thoughts on the author:

Alice Walker is hit and miss with me. I loved The Color Purple, In Search of Our Mother's Garden, and any of her short stories. "The Way Forward is with a Broken Heart" and "Meridan" were not my favorites. Temple of My Familiar was okay and Possessing the Secret of Joy was a book I could not get through. I love her writing, most of the time.

On another note: I am thinking about a tumblr blog to review books. Clearly, I'm not a professional at this but I love to read and talk about books. Thoughts?

Update: I think I am going to church today. I doubt I will be on time. I am just not a church person, I am going to have to accept that about myself.

Thanks to cherriboo ,

Journal more
Compile Poetry
Fill out Master's Application
Graduate
Lose Weight (no, really.... )
Move out of parents' home (no....really)
Fix car?
Get bill collectors to stop calling (change my name?)

So I have linked this journal on my twitter. I am most proud of it. I have tried to branch out to other journals for years and save my bitchassness for just this one. Then I realized, I kinda really love LJ. Not just because I've had it for years and have managed to keep it up, but because there are communities that suit my interests on here. 

Such as the 50 book people of color community I just joined. 50 books by people of color should not be a hard goal. I am going to have to sit at my bookshelf and count books for my black labor history class.

I didn't do any of the shit  I was supposed to do today, except see my niece who is crazy and cute and fucking crazy. No.

she clearly wants a pacifer and a bottle but when you attempt give her these things, she fights you. She bats you away with her hands, she moves her mouth, she whines. And then you successfully use a little force and BAM. she's good. She is about two months old  but I'm sure she's going to be a trip. I spent a couple of hours with her today.

I am still growing my hair. I am debating whether or not to just post pictures to document the growth. I can feel it in the wind.

Okay and Oscar Wao is my brand new shit.

Tomorrow hopefully I will post about acutal shit I've done to improve my life.

Right now I just feel stuck.

one more thing: T.D. Jakes should shut the eff up and not make movies.

Home Movies was funny.

Marvin Gaye and 3rd Rock from the Sun....

my new anti-crying. Well, sometimes I think about crying to Gaye.

It's eleven or something at night and I'm driving up to the McDonald's window so my girl can get her sister some food. AND GO

"Hello, would you like to try our baked cookies for 3 for a dollar?"

"NOPE." and proceeded with order.

I need to give up fast food but I am tired of people making suggestions about what I should eat from their place of bidness before I even get my mouth ready. Fuck that. Bitches says I was being rude.

How Superman should have ended.

Also get How Spiderman should have ended.

They have how Seven should have ended. the first comment goes "thanks spoiler". I hope it's sarcasm.

Going to see obama tonight.

yay!!!!!

This is an old clip but I wonder if people realize that she's...Ann Coulter. THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!

I am paying bills and buying bras with my refund.

I will admit that I kinda like that I've lost weight because of the thyroid. I will also admit that people telling me how great I look, pisses me off.

MY brand new shit: Apple Jacks. Now mix those with water and naked cuddling and I am in heaven.

I have done nothing today. I'm going to clean my room and take some clothes upstairs. Also, I am going to shower tonight. You don't want to know.

I miss Half & Half. and Living Single.


Monica Conyers called Ken Cockerel "Shrek". Her husband, tired of the Ghetto Mess she proves herself to be, divorced her immediately. I know, I wished the second part was true.

I'm glad I'm not knocked up.

I want IHOP.

So this is my official promise to update more and read more of the people who allowed me to add them.

I am back at Wayne State in the school of Social Work. I will get on my game tomorrow.  Whenever tomorrow gets here. hopefully it comes in the next 24 hours.

I ams still at the most hated job ever.  I would rather scoop up shit. Seriously. I've thought about it. Is there a job cleaning up shit?

Does anyone here watch General Hospital? I am not impressed by the text message killer.

I feel like each day is a fall down from success from me. I am still in my pjs. Its two in the afternoon. A week day.

I am still writing poems but its on the back of slips at work.

I know you all heard Dick Gregory at the Black State of the Union. I know I'm not the only who died laughing. This election is entertaining and disturbing. I was cool with Clinton (pick one) until this. Tina Fey is still cool with me but now just a little less.

And I am getting locks. I am locking my hair soon. It is happening again. Stay tuned to see how it goes.

Meatball Sub, chips and drink...three. ninety nine.
 SUBWAY!

Next: My way back to the Church.

I don't write here enough. Nothing much is new. I lost like fifteen more pounds. was excited about a size 14. This doesn't make me anti-fat.

I am still seein that guy but i'm better about it now. I'm not in relationship mode though if this other guy doesn't call me back then i will be forced to take measures. i will probably see him tomorrow at work.
he's a firefighter. the last firefighter was fucking crazy.

i am into reading. Check out Our Kind. He's a good writer. it's about the black elite. Also, A taste of Power: A black woman's story. If you want to know more about the Panthers then this is the book for you. Or at least so far. She gives some names and some history and how she became involved. i keep wanting to know more. i haven't got to the part where she meets Huey. Alice Walker's short stories are always good for a read. I am addicted to Amazon. Which why I didn't write author names. look it up. I started Lidden Hills but this is real slow. Looking forward to Bailey's Cafe and wished I got Mama Day instead of L.H.
Women of Brewster's Place and the Men of Brewster's Place were really good books.

I may start a library at my church. I will shove down my liberal side.

and now for SOAP.

things are busy right now but  I do miss people.

I love Larry Wilmore. Go to ComedyCentral's website.


I have had a hell of a week.

I fucked up Thursday night but I think that was rock bottom.

I am drinking my favorite drink (Vodka and Cranberry juice) and listening to Nina Simone. I have to go to bed soon as I have to wake up and make sure I get to work early so I can leave first. I want to be out and with my family by two.

I think that one thing my grandfather's death taught us was to stop taking each other for granted. We aren't a happy-happy bright sunny perfect bunch. I get my meanness from my mama who got it from her mama. But we are real and together. I just like being around them even when they get on my nerves. I love family get togethers when its just us. the core US. I can't stand to think of the day that my grandmother won't be there. I know it will happen (she speaks lightly of it but she's old. she has to have thought about it). She's in good health though so there is no real worry. My grandfather had some fucky health. Lung Cancer, the long one that begins with an E. I don't even want to think about that man's liver.

I think with everyday,  I am trying harder and harder to be the woman I want to be.

School starts on Tuesday. Bitches.