New favorite artist (AGAIN)!

Okay... Anyone who knows anything about me and music know that this is how I work: I'll select an artist, and almost ONLY listen to said artist for a period that ranges from 1 week to 3 months.

Here are some of those artists in the past (in order):

Mos Def
Pharrell*
Lupe Fiasco
Charles Hamilton*
XV
J. Cole
Blu
Q-Tip
Fashawn
Ryan Leslie*
Kendrick Lamar

*these artists are immortalized in my mind for various reasons

AND NOW:DANNY BROWN.

Not really gonna speak too much else on him (look him up). I watched this video and was amazed at the lyrics and, surprisingly, his delivery.

That is all for now.

Oh, and by the way, prepare for the ABSTRACT THOUGHTS world takeover.

Futurespect.

A song I did from mid-October.
The title is a word I [think I] made up that is a combination of "Futuristic" and "Retrospect."
Shouts to Philippe Edison on the instrumental.

Tryna figure out what the past meant.

I took a chance on romance... I loved you.
And now that it burns, I still yearn to touch you.
And the question is:
Who can love you like I love you, baby?

Point blank.

I feel like TK in this "Terry Kennedy/Bow Wow" reminiscent "beef".

I never thought he'd trip THIS MUCH over a girl that 1) I knew WAY before him, and 2) (I just not need to go here). Many "beefs" I've had involved a female... The only difference between this nigga and the other nigga (who I mentioned in this blog before) is that the latter of the two actually addressed me about the [alleged] situation. Granted, he came at me completely incorrectly (with his no-life-having-ass), but still. If we (the current nigga I'm "beefing" with) were THAT COOL in the summer, you don't pull some coward shit like this... Both of the aformentioned individuals can fuck off, regardless.

Address me about this situation before you make your judgement. And besides, if your SOOO concerned about your future and "career," then this situation shouldn't affect you as much as you made it seem... At that point, fuck the "principles" of what "I did" or "I'm doing" and all that stupid shit. Dead ass.

(Say what you will or may about me posting a blog about this situation. I didn't say that the situation didn't affect me, because I don't fucking see how me and this nigga can go from "cool as fuck" to me saying "fuck this nigga." It's not really my fault that he reacted the way he did. I'm simply stating how I feel about it. Get the fuck off of my blog if you don't like the way I handle things.)

Whatever.

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On a lighter note, I can officially buy cigarettes, porngraphy (and star in them), and talk to Shi Reeves without her saying that I'm "jailbait." Go me! It's my birthday (it is).

A lot of ish...

...has occurred since my last post.

Forgive me. I've been busy. Or something.

(I'll divide the occurrences into "sections" for organizational purposes. Oh, and I'm only including stuff that directly affects/affected my life.)

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Happy 4th of July, everyone. I bet a lot of people around here don't even have any fuckin' fireworks left because they've been lighting them since the 29th of June. Black people. LOL. The only reason I put "LOL" is so I wouldn't sound racist...

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Last week, the King of Pop Mike Jackson passed away. I loved his music... May he rest in peace. No disrespect, but, that's all I'm saying about it... ...Actually, I'd just like to say that nobody really "loves" a famous individual until they die. Dolla had four and a half fans until he died. Dead ass. Sorry, but it's the truth. Sue me. In related happenstance, Farrah Fawcett passed away in the same day as Michael Jackson, and Steve McNair was murdered in the following week. This sucks. R.I.P to all who passed away and had a purpose in life.

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Shi Reeves... Oh, Shi... So, apparently the page I added her on was her old page. Anywho, I kept trying to call her again in the following days after our first conversation, but she never answered. On some occasions, she would turn off her phone (that's messed up). Finally, she sent me a text and basically told me to stop calling and to message her on MySpace if I wanted her to hear my music (as if that's what I REALLY want)... I then used someone else's phone to text her (I can't even text on my phone, long story). She texted back and said I was creeping her out with the constant calling - pause - It's not like I left voice mails and text messages begging her to answer the phone or anything... - So, yeah. Supposedly she texted back and said that the myspace.com/shi_reeves page was a "fake" page... I did the logical thing: Sent her my URL. She texted back and said that she'll add me. The dope thing about it is that she ACTUALLY did. Too bad that's the last I've heard from her. Oh, and I was reading through her comments from 2005 (when she still did adult movies) and apparently her name (or nickname) is Deve. ...HAHAHA. Yeah. DON'T THINK THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER IN THIS. I'm still baffled that the number I found off of a 3-year-old craigslist post is still her cell phone number. Whaaaaaaatever.

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Charles Hamilton is alive! Woohoo! The reason I say that is because he, too, has been absent from his blog/MySpace/Twitter/etc. for a long period of time... Then Simone (apparently his ex-girlfriend) posted an entry on his blog entitled "He's Okay." Now, if we could only get an explanation as to why his album hasn't dropped yet. On a similar note, the two mixtapes I'm listening/studying right now are "Every Charles Hamilton Ex-Girlfriend's Worst Nightmare" and "It's Charles Hamilton." Listening to the former of those mixtapes has sparked this thought in my mind: fuck that particular ex-girlfriend who graduates college in 2011 and probably got ran through by the whole football team, basketball team, track team, debate team, glee club, robotics team, etc., etc. Anyways, too bad people don't respect lyricism anymore. Perhaps the massive popularity of Droopy Drake Rodgers will bring dumb listeners to attention... Or not.

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It's almost payday. Thursday, the 9th, to be exactamundo. Too bad it's all spent already. Oh well... At least I'm getting the Dr. Dre headphones this week (I really, REALLY hope so, at least...)

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I was in the hospital with a relative of mine who happens to have a terminal illness. It was quite sad seeing how helpless this individual was... Doctors have said that this particular illness is incurable and they projected a 4-12 month time frame. I promise, on everything, that if this individual survives this, I will change my ways for the better. This particular person is in my thoughts constantly. I would say "get well," but, you know... Yeah.

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Random Thoughts
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LMFAO at Ja Rule "warning" rappers about his "comeback." There's no coming back, Jeffrey. Your beef with 50 was my first time seeing a career ended. And LOL @ him giving rappers a time frame of how long they have before he drops another wack ass album. Sit down and shut your blood clot mouth, you old-ass nigga.

Any girl who doesn't like me is most likely lying. Or a homosexual. I came to this conclusion on Thursday. So, yeah, if you're a girl and you don't like me, check your sexuality. Dead ass.

I'm going, going... Back, back... to V.A., V.A. on Saturday afternoon. Am I particularly happy about that? Eeehhhhh...

Charles Hamilton is the best rapper alive. Yes, the best RAPPER. Not the most popular... Not the most cool... Definitely not the most well groomed (no homo). The best rapper, though. Little Dwayne is nowhere near Chuck's lyrical abilities... I could go the extra mile and say that he's not touching MY lyrical skill, but, I don't want people to say things like: "That's why he has a deal and you don't!" or "You're just a hater on the 'Best Rapper Alive'!" I said lyrical. LYRICAL. That's about all I care about when I listen to a rap song. LEER-IKZ! As I stated in previous blog entries: If you fuckers would actually LISTEN to my lyrics, you'll appreciate my songs A LOT more. Geez.

I hate the owners and operators of Oak Park Mall for allowing the store, "Zumiez," to be placed into the mall. Thanks to that store, everyone has access to Supras (including bummy ass niggaz from my school and other places). Well, at least the TK Societies that I'm getting are online only. Now, should I get Blazer SBs or TUF Skytops? Decisions, Decisions.

Shi Reeves (or Deve, or whatever the fuck her name is) can lick my balls for not answering and talking to me for at least one minute... I'm like her biggest fan (or at least her coolest fan). And on her MySpace page, she lists that her ethnicity is Native American. Fuck outta here, Deve. That's why your weave sucked in my favorite scene of yours.

My hair is in outrageous need of a cut. Who cares though... I already proved that I can get girls without a cut, so I'm good. Can't let pops see me like this, though.

I can't stand FaceBook celebrities. You know, the ones that post statuses [or "stati" =)] solely for comments. They do other things, but I don't fucking feel like listing them all. I once wanted to become one of these people, but it just wasn't cut out for me. LOL @ me talking like being a FaceBook celebrity is some kind of sport.

I just looked at the bottom right hand corner of my [extremely outdated] monitor, and I did not realize that it was so late! Freakin' 4:30am? My neck hurts anyways. I'm gone!

End of Demo (LMMFAO).

Crack! (Beverage edition)

Hello, World [or the 5-10 people that currently read this blog]!

I can tell that I'm becoming a better blogger (lol) because I have these blog "segments." Similar to a talk show [such as the wack-ass Jimmy Fallon show], I have certain types blogs that I do periodically. Regular readers of the blog would know that, currently, I have 2: The "Random Thoughts of the Day" and the "Top [#] Things." Well, here, at 1:15am, I am adding a new one. It's called "Crack! (____ Edition)"

Anyways...

When I woke up this afternoon at like 12:30, I walked into the kitchen like I usually do. My step-father cooked beer-bratwursts (that I was extremely skeptical of eating) and chicken wings and all kinds of other animals that I enjoy eating (pause...). I needed something to wash it down with (I hate when people use that phrase, though), so I got a bottled water. Then I see this big, yellow container:I poured my Ozarka water into my favorite glass (an NCAA cup, LOL) and put about three teaspoons of this tea mix in there.

BEST.
DRINK.
EVER.*

My mother purchased this twice previously, and it was good then... But, either I had forgotten just how good it was, or the Lipton people actually put crack in the mix. One of the two.

I literally (LITERALLY) couldn't stop drinking it. I probably had 15-20 glasses of it. And every time, I just drank all of it without taking a breath [similar to the way I drink CapriSun pouches]. It's like sex for your taste buds. It's that good.

And for this reason, I give it the Crack! award for beverages.

Thank you, Lipton employees... And whoever invented tea!

I'm out like I kicked a kickball and someone in the outfield got the ball and threw it at me.

*Not really the BEST drink... Hawaiian Punch, Sunny Delight, Tropical Punch Kool-Aid, any kind of Juicy Juice, and Minute Maid Cherry Limeade are also in this discussion.

Whoopsie!

I "accidentally" spilled the whooooole thing.
I refuse to let my cousin get played like a sucka by this chick. And, no homo, my cousin, he's good to his ladies (pause).
I mean, I may have gotten frustrated at times and whatnot, but that's in the past. Hopefully he can respect that I have his back on this kind of thing. AND, the niggaz she are fuckin' around with are uber-suckaz. D to tha L don't play that.

Oh, and yesterday, I played basketball with my niggaz Dirky, J-Wade, and my cuz of course. My body hurts. And I forgot to take one dose of my antibiotics. If I have a bacterial relapse, I may just have to commit suicide. I'm tired of being sick.

Anywho, I'm definitely going to have a busy weekend. I have to record 20 songs and do probably 12-15 assignments. Based off of past experiences, I'm most likely not getting to the 12-15 assignments. Whaaaaaatever.

I'm thinking about my dearest Shi Reeves look-a-like... LMAO! I'm not perverted. Haha.

I'm going going gone like a home run.

I'm okay!

No, I'm not dead (despite what you bitch-ass niggaz, ugly jump-off bitches, and wack "competition" rappers may have hoped)!

So, a lot has happened since the last blog.
I'm in class, so, in a nutshell, here's what happened:

My phone service was suspended due to my (supposedly) $1,000 bill.

On Thursday, I was prescribed a huge pill in replacement of my OTHER pill (this pill is BIGGER than the other one). Picture below.

I made the official track listing for the now-untitled mixtape that comes out in two weeks. 27 songs. I'm only done with 11 of them. And, I'm officially better than ever.

That's all I can think of.

The weekend in pictures.

This last one is technically not the weekend... It's what I have on today. I didn't want to iron the graphic, so it's fuckin' wrinkled in the middle. LOL.

I'm out like field. (Get it?!)

Strep throat again?!

This sucks. This hurts.

My first weekend of having this blog... And I have strep thoat (and a right ear infection). This couldn't have come at a worse time, because I was supposed to go to the studio tonight and record my first collabo. But noooooooo.

I had strep throat almost exactly 5 months ago!!! How... is it possible... that I contracted this sickness again!!!??? A couple of people know about the injustices (fuck all law enforcement except the ones that MATTER, i.e. FBI, CIA, NSA, Secret Service, the armed forces, personal bodyguards, etc. So that means mall/school security guards, the KCKPD, the Highway Patrol, etc. can suck dick) that occurred last time I had strep throat. Well, at least my mother (willingly) took me to the doctor promptly. No school tomorrow for me (dammit), and possibly not until Thursday (FUCK). I'm tired of fucking being sick. Since I last had strep throat (starting on 11/28/08), I estimate that I have only been 100% healthy for about 1 full month. Then, in March, I got a cold that lasted approximately a month and a half. A week after I healed from that, I started getting a recurring sore throat every morning for about 1 1/2 weeks. Then, while still having the recurring sore throat, I got a finger infection (that hurt like hell, by the way) that lasted two weeks. Now, this. That's got to be some kind of local record. Ugh.

These are the antibiotics that were prescribed to me. I have average size hands... But that pill is HUGE. AND, I have to take two a day. Dope colors, though... Very Jordan V Grape-esque.

Oh, and by the way... I have the utmost respect for pregnant women and mothers. I was reading this forum about strep throat/ear infections, and a few women agreed that the pain felt when swallowing saliva/drinking beverages when you have strep throat is the equivalent to child birth. That means that shit HURTS. I love you, Mom! LOL. AGH, every time I must swallow saliva, I either spit on the floor or endure the pain while curling my toes to the extreme.

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I'll live.

I'm out like this ear infection in a few days (hopefully).