Random Top Fives for 3/22/10.

I'm personally on an academic strike since I'm fresh from earning a scholarship. On a similar rant, I would have an extra $1,000 if I wasn't SCREWED OVER for my Homecoming King crown. I guess they must help who needs it the most or something. (OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!)

Here we go! Pardon me for the lack of description, but since I'm a genius, I don't have to explain myself to anyone.

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Top 5 Record Labels I would sign to (if given the opportunity):

1. 1st and 15th
2. Aftermath/Shady
3. Star Trak
4. GOOD Music
5. Rawkus Records

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Top 5 items I'm copping in the foreseeable future:

1. Nixon Black Rubber Player Watch
2. Supra Skytop II (black/white/red)
3. Another Ralph Lauren Polo
4. A new game for XBOX360... (Modern Warfare 2 is getting fuckin' old)
5. I [heart] VA shirt

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Top 5 things I sing while doing random stuff:

1. "Weeee coulda woooorked it oooouuut. But I guess things change."
2. JaSUN DeRuuuUUUUuuulooo
3. "Don't when I dive, I dive deeeeeeeeeeep?"
4. "The motivation for me is them tellin' me what I could not be... Oh, well.
5. "I'm comin' back, I'm comin' baaacccck..."

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Top 5 celebrities I would wife (Shi Reeves doesn't count because I been there, done that):

1. Rosario Dawson
2. Bria Myles
3. Keke Palmer
4. Teyana Taylor (only because she's fly as shit)
5. Vashtie

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Top 5 reasons why I'm a genius:

1. My complex thinking hasn't been used by anyone else (thus far)
2. I isolated myself as a preteen and early teen, thus giving me time to get smart over the internet, TV, books (yes, books), and other ways.
3. I can still admit that I'm wrong, but still look smart doing THAT.
4. I've obliterated EVERYONE who tried to pick an argument with me.
5. I just can't be wrong. It's impossible. "The only time I was wrong was when I thought I was wrong" (never)

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3rd block time. Time to discuss music with my future A&R... My nigga Kenneth!

Peace, thun.

Dam Funk - Mirrors.

This is fuckin' ill.

I heard this song while I was blackin', spending hundreds of dollars at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back.

"Look inside your soooouuuulllll..."

And on a similar note, I'm a muthafuckin' lyrical wordsmith muthafuckin' genius!

100th post!(?)

Go me! 100 posts of quality, intelligent venting (and other shit)!

AY YAY YAY YOOOOO!

To celebrate, all I have to say is this:

MAMA SAY... MAMA SAH. MAMA KOO SAH.

Shouts to the E Twins, Aubz, Elijah, Esa Traviesa, Spree, Shenna, Kay (lmfao), Lou Five, and everyone else who reads this.

(Terminator) I'll be back.

edit: Apparently the blogger.com dashboard is fucked up... is this REALLY my hundredth post? Or perhaps my 99th post? Or, as the dashboard says, my 105th post? Whatever, I'm still leaving. Bye, bitches.

Oh my Christ the King...

I'M OFFICIALLY BEING STALKED.

Please, stop. I'm begging you. It's NOT flattering in any way, shape, form, or fashion. You imitate my speech, my blog URL, the actual CONTENT of my blog, and countless other things. There's honestly far too many things to count. You're a habitual BITER. QUIT.

Disclaimer: If I actually give a damn about you, I don't care if you take my phrases and parts of my personality rub off on you (ultra pause). In fact, I totally welcome it.

YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, I DON'T LIKE. I DON'T LIKE YOU. I DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU. YOUR VERY EXISTENCE MEANS NOTHING TO ME.

And don't think too highly of yourself, either, just because this is the second time I've written about your stalker-ish ways... because you're NOT important to my life AT ALL, despite what you may think. You're a non-factor. Fuck what you thought... None of the important decisions in my life are in any way affected by YOU. Stop it. Or as you would say (one of the phrases that you totally BIT from me, as well as many other phrases) "CUT IT THE FUCK OUT." Even YOU know you're nothing but a fucking biter, too... Remember that time I confronted you for straight COPYING [someone who shall remain nameless's] MySpace information? CASE IN POINT.

I regret even posting this and wasting bandwidth and time. But, since you're a fucking stalker, I figure you'll read this... Because I sure as fuck aren't contacting you personally.

Another thing, stop acting like an intellectual and an outcast/rebel/white girl, because God knows you're FAR from such.

This post is not even considered an actual vent, because this shit is outrageous. Go ahead, respond... I promise on my LIFE that I don't give a fuck. I won't even bother looking at the absurdity that is your would-be response, especially since your rebuttal means less than a used toothpick to me. In fact, I didn't even try to look at your stalkerisms before, I just so happened to not block you on MySpace (yet) and saw your status. In a nutshell, STOP FOLLOWING MY LIFE. I know it's a free Internet and all, but, STOP. Fill out college applications, study, do something productive with your life instead of e-stalking me.

That's all I'm saying about this individual whom I don't give a fuck about. As far as I'm concerned, this was a waste of my time, but a relieving one. I've blocked off all communication, so there's no way I can SEE any of this malarkey ANYMORE. And if YOU personally contact me, you tried REALLY hard to do such (thus proving that your life centers around looking into my life). I'm done. STOP, QUIT, CEASE. ENDED.

And TRY to blackmail me. It's not going to work in your favor, trust me.

Since we're from the hood, I'll suitably end it with this...

"L.I.G. it, man... Let it go... LET IT GO."

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.

Dissimulation.

Good thing I never got around to recording this (See "Whew!!!" in the August posts). Oh, and I "poor-man's patent" all of the shit I write. AND I wrote this in mid-August... Yeah. And of course it would sound better (and probably make more sense) if I was performing this myself. I'm pathetic, (but I'm still that nigga, flyer than everyone, etc.) because this reminds me of when I'd call Breanna and leave her voicemails of me rapping verses. WACK.

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We're never gettin' along, so isn't it wrong
That I think of you when I get my intimate on?
Then I listen to songs
You made me angry, so lately, I vent on my blog
Still callin' me a "playah," well, hate the game
I hate to say our relationship ain't the same
I take the pain that I feel when people say your name
But it's so fuckin' hard tryna make a change
Just knowing I could never be with you
It seems that it never would get through your mind when I said that I missed you
Jealousy issues
At first, but later, I'd be ready to kiss you
I see you with that nigga, I'm especially pissed, too
That's you main, I guess I'm second, and it's cool
But not for real, I fell so easy
I guess it's L-O-V-E (dead ass)

And somewhere along the lines, things got hard and I
Up and got pissed, I fuckin' lost it
But really all was fine
'Til somethin' hopped on my mind. It's bloggin' time!
Always lookin' at FaceBook
Statuses, I'm mad and shit, you couldn't relate good
And that's very logical
You steady tellin' me to end the jealousy, but that there's impossible
But for you, I got into a lot of trouble, prolly double
"That's not D, that's a body double!"
We gotta cuddle, but too bad we're not a couple
We had massive potential to be the hottest couple
I'm a rocket shuttle. I'm heated, believe it
I'm hopin' soon I give up
'Cause I ruined enough, I'm feelin' stupid and dumb
But just so you know, I do it because (I love you)

Your likin' of me, I know that it's shrinkin'
But my eyes not closin' or blinkin'
Without you, boo, I'ma boat, and I'm sinkin'
Corny right? See, I know what you're thinkin'
You sayin' "You don't love me, you just love my ass"
Yeah, I do, I love to touch and grab and smack it like you did something bad
I'm fuckin' bad
So [if] I smashed from the back, you should know I'm gonna brag
But seriously though, I hope you're hearin' me, yo
'Cause I'm weary, you know?
So? I'm a whore, and I ignore you. I know, I'm evil
So what? I have a hard time gettin' over people
Remember all the words we created?
I'm nothingness now, it hurts and I hate it
First I should face it, my minds doin' backflips
I'ma try movin' past this (Dammit)

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And that's better than any bouquet of flowers, bitch.

I'm odd.

I'm odd because I'm a shit-talking blogger.

I don't know why a lot of my posts are about this bitch. Then again, I always "fall" for the sluts, anyways.

Notice (in the below e-mail) how she said something along the lines of "No one will ever know the real story," or some bullshit like that. Umm... That's moderately accurate, because BOTH OF US are withholding the REAL story. I don't give a fuck if it gets me in trouble, either. If they ONLY knew... Bitch. I'll GLADLY tell him what ACTUALLY happened all those times... But will YOU tell HER? HA!

And all that malarkey about people wanting to "beat her ass..." Fuckouttahere with that, ho. AGAIN, it's a lose-lose for you, dun. If people are sending you messages, then you're a Facebook celebrity... If they didn't really send you the messages, then you LIED (like always, bitch).

"Even when you're winning, it's a lose-lose situation"

Um. What else?

No hate AT ALL... but I could've tricked all my money on you if I cared about you that much (at the time).

I'm sooooooo wrong for the whole "vaginal secretions" thing. Then again, you weren't skilled AT ALL. Do you kiss him with those lips? Oh, wait... You don't kiss, because, yeah... Phahahahaha!!! I win by default because you admitted that you were a ho. You tried. LOL. At least there's always the pictures.

Why am I mad if I think all this negative stuff about her? EASY. I don't get dissed.