I dont know how to finish blogs so I am just going to write some incomplete thoughts. I dont care if you dont like it. The sad thing is this is how I carry on conversations. My phone conversations never really end...which is why I just try to avoid the phone altogether. Here goes...
"My Birthday"
My 22nd birthday is in 16 days. September 11. Its my first birthday in 4 years that I will actually get to spend with my family. I'm happy. My Grandmother is more excited than I am. I asked for a crucifix as a gift from her, so now she thinks I am ultra-religious, which of course makes her VERY happy. For those of you who are wondering what to get me or dont have my address to send cards please just ask. I'm not posting that on the internet, but I'll be more than happy to share. Regardless...as long as I get a few calls I'm sure I'll feel special. I'm easy to please...
"South Carolinian Encounter"
My mother and I went out to eat. This old man walked by the table and looked at me. He looked at my mother. Stood behind our booth and stared at me as though I couldnt see him. Then he left just to come back 2 minutes later. Now, I'm a very nice person. I try hard not to be rude. But can I enjoy the company of my mother without being disturbed by dirty old men?! He walked to the table and attempted to engage my mother and I in coversation. He asked me where I was going to school. I said "I'm finished with school for now." He said "well, you should think about college." I said "I did. I went. I graduated. Its over. I've moved on." He said "You should finish college and get your degree. I did and now I work at the steel mill in Charleston, SC." Point: Is saying that you work at a steel mill really a glowing recommendation for a college degree? Is that how African Americans want to represent the privileges of higher education?
"New Friends"
Alexander Reynald LeMaine is my new friend. He is a really smart guy. Though I knew him prior to graduation, I cannot recall ever having a serious conversation with him. I mean, the whole soaking-almonds-in-water to "activate the enzymes" thing threw me off. But I've come to realize that he is a really interesting guy. All this to say I was way too mean while I was at Hampton. Its sad because its only been a few months and I already realize that I gave the student population a really hard time. But its ok. I can redeem myself. I will now be a nice friendly Jennifer. Get ready. I might actually smile.
"Hustle & Flow"
I loved this movie. It was the best Negro Comedy I've seen in years. Oh...it wasnt a comedy? Well then why the hell is everyone saying its so good? Why is it wonderful to again glorify the Black Pimps & Hos. Can we have a movie about some middle class suburbian black people? Black people who dont rap (like Hustle & Flow)or play sports (like Love & Basketball). I mean, the movies were cute and all, but a bit unrealistic to me. Why wasnt "A Different World" a movie? That was real. I love that show. I'm about to make a movie. I think I can do it. I'm pretty smart and Keva was a film major. Get ready. Miss McLaughlin. The Director.
"Jenn's an Old School Girl?"
Today this Hampton man told me I was too old school because I didnt approach guys like that. Am I wrong for wanting to be approached rather than giving off that Hampton Groupie Desperate vibe? Can I want to be wanted without that being considered "playing games"? I mean, let me know for real. I'm trying to grow as an individual. Is being chill really a negative? Is my sassiness a problem? Wouldnt my smart mouth take me out of the old school category? I totally expect comments here people...
"My Ghetto Fabulous Cellular Phone"
For those of you who dont already know...my cell phone is broken. I am not paying any money for a new one. So if you call me, please leave a voice mail. Otherwise, I wont know you called. Yes, I do see you calling sometimes and ignore it, but I will get back to you eventually. Dont take it personal. I'm just not a phone person all the time. I hate cell phones for real. If you really want to call me you would figure out a way to get my house for number. If you can get that I would have nothing but respect and HAVE to answer the phone. (E. Hill...this does not include you. I always answer when you call!)
"Congratulations"
Congratulations to Jamar and his fiance Cori on their engagement! Congratulations to Vern and his soon-to-be wife Debra (wedding Labor Day weekend). Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Wesley Brooks (yea...shout out to Erin).
Well...Thats All Folks...leave comments...peace...
Thursday, August 25, 2005
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2 comments:
Well, it's about time you came out with another post! I was utterly rapt while reading it!
I can relate on the conversation thing. Mine are the same and that's partly why I don't like talking on the phone because I am so random and when they do end they end up closing awkwardly.
And I can only hope to pursue a bright future in steel milling!
Jennifer,
Do you still wonder if Ernie Barnes is related to me? Email me, and I'll tell you.
Dr B
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