New mixtape details.

Before I go on... I ask you to PLEASE disregard all of the nonsense I have blogged about in previous posts. That was foolish, and, truthfully, I only went that deep into it on this blog because I didn't feel like rapping [or singing ;)] about it.

And, I seriously think it's time for a tonsillectomy. This is fucking outrageous, man.


At any rate...

MACBOOKS AND MANIC DEPRESSION

I promise, this isn't like the (now defunct idea) "Trifecta" series, which is probably never coming out. I just condensed some of these songs into this mixtape.

This mixtape will contain NO "street" songs... In other words, nothing on this mixtape will appeal to the gangstaz or the hustlaz, unless, of course, they've experienced some of the things I've experienced. Okay, MAYBE ONE "street" joint. I'm ill.

The title is simple: 808s and Heartbreak, except MY version (and little original production... WHAT UP, FINO!) I record on my laptop (MacBooks) and I regularly experience emotions that will lead some people to believe that I suffer from bipolar disorder (the other name for it is (Manic Depression). There you have it.

It will feature significantly less content (around 10-15 songs) than my previous two mixtapes... I still got it, though. You know how I does it, dunnie.

Ugh, man.

My whole situation is fucked. Up, that is.

(In no particular order)

1. I'm almost certain that I'm having a bacterial relapse... So I may have strep throat AGAIN.
2. ^^^That pisses me off so much that it takes up one more slot.
3. That whole "her" and "him" situation is getting to me. I don't know what to do. (Just for the record, I honestly don't give a fuck if I'm a hater or jealous. It doesn't bother me AT ALL.)
4. ^^^ Again, it takes up two slots.
5. I STILL DON'T HAVE A FREAKING CELL PHONE. Something tells me that #3 wouldn't be as serious as it is if I still had a cellular device (WITH texting, nigga).

That's all I can think of at the moment. Or, that's the MAJOR issues with me at the moment.

But...

Since I'm on my new, POSITIVE ish, I'll make a top 3 "good things" list...

1. I'm alive.
2. I could've died when those two niggaz tried to rob me last July 4th.
3. I can still rap better than [probably] every unsigned person you know (FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD).

Pretty cynical, huh? I know.

But, as I look on the bright side, I see all of the academic achievements I achieved from the preceding school year... The internship I could possibly get... AND the mixtape that I just completed is getting mostly (damn near all) positive feedback. Bitches. LMFAO @ that bitch ass nigga that said, "rappin is not yo game. you need a fuckin life man" Hahahahaha! Suck dick.

I'm 'bout to make cheese fries (even though I'm not hungry... at all... whatsoever).

Deuces like what people in pick up basketball call out when they score the tying bucket 14-14.

Feelin' aight. (With some "mom" venting)

Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh... Aside from the moderate swallowing (pause...) pain, I feel pretty okay right now. Then again, I felt this way the past THREE afternoons. And I finally took a shower... Don't judge me, because when you're sick, you don't really feel like doing much of anything. And I shaved, too (with little to no facial hair).

My mom acts younger than my little sister sometimes [really most of the time]. She always says some smart remarks when I walk by, and she always thinks she knows everything [and she CLEARLY doesn't]. And she always attempts to get the last word in an arguement... I mean, so do I, but she's in her late 30s. AND she claims that I'm still sick because I rap. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I'm not saying anything else about that. She still has a heart, though, because she always acts like she's gonna be evil and not do something, then after I throw a few temper tantrums and at the last possible minute, she does the right thing. Still, I hate her and I's (is that correct grammar?) relationship. At least she's gonna take me to see the doctor (once again) after she gets off of work. Oh, and my grandmother is cool, too, but she always talks shit about me in tagalog and stuff. Whhhaaaaatever.

I want to go to school tomorrow. I don't know, though.
I would do something this weekend, but, 1) I have zero moolah, and, 2) It's supposed to rain for the rest of the week, anyways.

I kinda miss the [select few] people at school. I wonder if they miss me? Ha.

I'm out like the Spurs in the playoffs (dammit!).

Worriedness...

This was the common thing...
Every night before I'd head to sleep, I would feel okay enough to go to school for the following morning. But then when I would wake up, I would feel worse than the morning before (and that's pretty bad). This morning was the worst of them all! I have severe right ear pain when I swallow anything (pause). AND I felt the best that I have since I've been sick last night... =( This is my fourth missed day of school... I'm worried that I may have something serious-er. Anyways, I just hope I get better soon, because I'm losing all hope of getting better.

Two's Day.

I mean "Tuesday."

Again, I stayed home from school...

I did nothing today. At all. All I did was check the MySpace and FaceBook all day. And, since everyone else was at school, there wasn't much activity going on. This is bullshit. When I DO decide to come back to school (most likely on Thursday, like I expected), not only will I have a fuckload of work, I'm still gonna be half-sick. I think I'm only 15% healed at the moment, if even.

Yeah. I wanna take more Kroger brand ibuprofen, but I don't want to overdose. That's the only medicine that seems to be helping. Damn, damn, DAMN.

Oh, and apparently, my new CD has to come out by mid May. So... um... be on the look out for that? Check the MySpace page for new ish.

Peace like slang for a gun.

Mundae Mornang.

Good morning. It still kinda feels like I'm swallowing glass. Owwwwieee.
At least it kinda feels like it's improving (just a lil bit though). Hey, my nose is bleeding!!!!!

Yeah, anyways, I'm not at school... I'm at home... doing absolutely nothing. I've been up for about an hour and I haven't even stepped out of my room yet. Supposedly I told myself that I was gonna do work today since I'm not at school, but... Fuck that, son. I want some cookies from McDonalds...

That's all for now...

I'm out like the Chicago Bulls in the first round of the playoffs.

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.

=(

I'll live.

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