I neeeeeeed this...

In case you haven't known already, I currently have a RAZR cell phone. As if that's not bad enough, I don't have unlimited texting. And if THAT'S not bad enough, my service is suspended due to my extremely costly bill. The phone is so old (the first kind of RAZR released), that it still says "Cingular" on the back. Ugh.

I want a new, "fly" phone. One that I won't be embarrassed to pull out and text on...

Such as this:

If I get this, then I'll say "fuck the Dr. Dre Headphones."

Dammit!

Well, um... Lately I've been... Busy.

And I will most likely continue to be busy until the end of the school year in late May.

So, um, expect many slight hiatuses on the Deeeeeeeeee to the Elllllllllllllla blog.

And, in response to all the pointless hating - pause - What I mean by this is when people study you and attempt to diss you. Mind you, people only do this when they're around other people - All I have to say to that is:

...

(Geico) But I do have good news.

Mixtape coming next week (bitches).

I think it's safe to say that [if people would actually pay attention to it] I will be legendary before I die.

I'm out like Shutter Shades.

It's official.

I'm officially right about EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! Pissed is an understatement.
If these fuckin' people would listen to me from the start, then they wouldn't have these issues or look idiotic, dimwitted, etc.
And then these people act as if it just happens this way... I predicted it! I'm not exactly what you would call "psychic," but I have enough common sense to predict the [extremely obvious] near future.

I know it's almost 12:00am, but I just noticed how the previous school day put everything in perspective for me. I've always been somewhat of a loner, and now I guess I see it now more than ever. Perhaps it's because these people hate to see someone (me) right? And because I'm different? And I've always been overshadowed by others in some way, even though I was the innovator. AND... just because I'm not saying nigger (pardon me) type shit such as "point" and "cuzz," doesn't make me less of a human. In fact, it makes me MORE of a human.

A couple of songs on my mixtape will highlight some of these issues I have with these things I deal with in my life. No questions asked.

Thought Process...
They Say...

There's a few more, but they focus on other issues such as me hating certain situations I'm in, people starting ish, and (my favorite topic) people hating on me. This mixtape is doing a lot for me therapeutically.

Good night (but not really).

I have...

...a headache. And I've been having headaches every day since I've been on that ginormous pill.

Anyways... Yeah.

On another note, one of my three wishes would be to have Charles Hamilton production on my first album.

Random thoughts (Cinco de Mayo edition)

Here goes.

-I will literally quit life if I catch swine flu (since there was a case reported in Wyandotte county, AKA where I live)... I just recovered from a (several) severe illness.
-Shi Reeves = Still my favorite adult film star (Melrose Foxxx is somewhere in the top 10... And Caramel, but she's in her 30s... AND Lexi Cruz. Too bad all of them don't have that many videos out...)
-I wonder where using the word "point" as a term of disbelief originated.
-I don't want to be her friend anymore because I'm not getting my way (who cares if it's childish)
-If my mixtape doesn't have at least 20 songs on it, it will be deemed "half-assed" in my eyes.
-She had the nerve to tell me that "I could've wore some different jeans." Do you know who I am?
-I got that ^^^ from my favorite blogger/musician.
-How can I prevent the fam from getting played like a SUCKA?! No homo, I don't want to see him get hurt... I only want the best for him. Pause.
-One clever rap line I've heard was, "Life is a bitch, and here comes a line about findin' out that life is the wife of a snitch. Snitches get stiches? Cool! I'll be a snitch, 'cause apparently snitches get bitches."
-My mom tends to talk out of her rectum when she just wakes up. I gave her the craziest look this morning after she told me to "hurry up." Whaaaatever.
-There's a 40% chance I'll play basketball for the school next year.
-19+ year olds should NOT go to the Boy's and Girl's Club [unless you're an employee]... It's not the "Men and Women's Club."
-"All they do is envy and plot up on my LOOOOOIIIINNNNSSS. I'll give you OPTions, baby, flip a COOOOIIIIINNNNN."
-I wonder if I should leak some more songs. Haha, I said "leak" like I'm a big time artist and people actually give a fuck about it... Haha... Pretty soon, though, bitch.
-Speaking of bitches, I had a dream about her again.
-Two girls in my small learning community have these neon yellow shirts... Shit's bright, man.
-If I don't get my phone service turned back on by this weekend...

Done.

5/5 (Cinco de Mayo!)

I couldn't think of anything to put as the title, so why not put the date? Cinco de Mayo!

Ummm, other than me being mega behind in this composition class, there's not really anything going on. I'm wearing Chuck's and an LRG track top because I saw this picture on Ben Baller's blog... No homo for trying to copy...

Couldn't really pull this off today, though... I have this rule about being sub-fly when my haircut isn't crispy. Ha.

Oh, and I have to freakin' rush my mixtape due to circumstances beyond my control. The new completion date is Sunday, May 11th. Ugh. I was up until like 3am writing music. At least I completed 1 1/2 songs... At this rate, I should be able to have [greater than or equal to] 20 tracks for the still-untitled mixtape. Chea!

That's really it... Oh, and Aubrie comes back today. Yeeeah.

I'm out like Phat Farm, Fubu, etc.

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?!)