The Hills (Explicit LanguageUsed)

Ok this show should be named The fucking CLOUDS or some air head type name because these girls are a disgrace to all young women across the world. I know there is a staunch following of those who love to watch the lives of these young people but I cant exept this. This upsets me far more than Flavor of Love could ever in terms of the necessity of a reality check. First off...the lack of reality in this so called reality tv series just boggles me. I find myself asking a series of rehtorical questions that are all answerd by "Their Parents".... Who pays the rent? Their Parents, Who payed for all the stuff in their apartment? Their Parents, Who would let their daughter move to go to school knowing damn well that shes an idiot and has no intention of actually trying to be the least bit of a student? Their Parents. If Heidi was my child, I would tell her after her first report card that at 18 shes out of my house! Thats what you have to tell the dumb ones, you have to be able to analyse their earning potential from early on.... if its low than you know their gonna try to mouch as long as they possibly can! Anyway...
There were two things that really pissed me off during the show. First off...Lauren...she may be very smart and all....snaps for LC but GOTDAMN...her directions were simple! NOBODY SITS HERE....THIS IS THE VIP SECTION.... Shit what did Blain have to do???? Get Jason to come and tell her... or get Jessica to come and say it to her after bitch slapping her I mean damn... The instructions were very simple and if her ass was smart she would die before she lets someone besides her own ass touch those fuckin seats.... I mean she was the one that was put on VIP duty...standing there in heels garding an area where NO VIPS CAME TO SIT AT !!!! Can we say grunt work, shit. If my boss asked me to stand in front of some chairs for the duration of a party in heels to be a big bitch and tell other people, not just other people but celebraties and people you really dont wanna piss off that they cant sit there because some VIP 's might...MIGHT wanna sit here I would know straight off the back that that was a test to see if I could follow directions. But no, Lauren not only lets her dumb ass, obviously nonchalant about all things outside of partying , friend Heidi sit and canoodle/fight with her ghetto ( and yes RICH WHITE PEOPLE CAN BE GHETTO) boyfriend and friend but she sits down to join them. I distincly remember Lisa Love saying that if she saw either her or Whitney sitting down at anytime they would be gone. LC better kiss Teen Vogue good bye! Thats what I mean about the lack of reality... we know shes not gonna get fired... Teen Vogue is too smart to let her go. Think of all the publicity they are getting by letting her fuck things up week after week. Trust me.. I know shes fucking shit up. I was an intern for four summers... Fucking shit up...its what we do as interns... that and waste copy paper! Anyway, she knew exaclty how important her first assignment was and what does she do? Sneak her ghetto ass friends into a party, sit down with them when she was specifically told not to, and then when shes approached by Blain and Lisa Love, she trys to play it cool like Lisa Love gives a damn who Brian is. Audacity! Sorry to say, and I know it might sound like Im a hater but shit... I'll sign up for that 12 step program and announce loudly

My names Cassandra and Im hating!!

I wish I would be given the opportunity to be an intern at Teen Vogue... I would be asking Lisa Love if her shoes needed another spitt shining since she walked down the red carpet. Now Im a fan of Laguna Beach obviously, and I did find it interesting. Its a peak into the lifestyle of the overpriveledged young adults of Laguna Beach. It was interesting to watch them and their daily concerns and trials and tribulations (Tribulations...hahaha Like that languge dont you... you thought I was talking about College Hill) Im not ashamed to say that I spent last Monday alternating between the Laguna Beach and the College Hill Marathon.

A large waste of 20 minutes....The Hills...which is also fucked up....what show runs 20 minutes...who the hell do they think they are. If Im gonna watch I want my whole 26 minutes of programming.

Now I know a lot of the show is slanted to what MTV woud like to show. Heidi may not be as dumb as she seems, and maybe they told her and her group of all to familar friends ( Did they go to Richmond for any period of time??' Im not surprised at all and I dont really see a plot in this story unless your some halfwitt wanna be who aspires to BE one of the members of Laguna Beach or The Hills. In that case you should be on another of MTV's shows "Why Cant I be You" that way the next morning when you realize the new low youve sunk to by admitting aloud and on public television that you wish you could BE someone else you could have it on tape and have it serve as a permanent reminder of how low youve been.

Graduation 2006 Continued

So the party was super fun and though it didnt turn out exactly how I wanted I was satisfied. My friends were there, my family came, and there was good food available. I'll have to do it up big again when I move into my apartment. Ive since arrived in NY and for the week Im just chillin. I dont start work at the GAP until next week and other than that my full time employment grind begins. Im glad to be here but New York has that exciting/eerie feeling that you get in big cities. Though there are so many people around sometimes your still by yourself and though you may think people are watching, they are often times not. In New York you mind your own damn businesse and keep it moving! Ive found a renewed sense of style...suddenly I have a number of really cute outfits to wear though they are the same clothes Ive been wearing since 1992. I guess my style has been reinvted since everytime I step out of my door I am greeted by a basketball court full of hot sweaty mens(LOL) Its fun to tease but I know my limits, I wont keep that up much longer cause they wont believe that I didnt hear them after so many attempts at holleration.

So thats that...Ive been chillin...hanging out around 125th and laying up relaxing. I went to visit Johnny yesterday and we had a nice little visit. I miss being around him... he makes me laugh so much and I love his style and his train of thought. We had a discussion on leggings and he debunked my theory that leggings could work with Bermuda Shorts...at the end we decided that fishnet leggings go with bermuda shorts but denim or cute ones. He gave me new shades (very Jackie O) and I replaced my old ones with them so now I have new cute stunna shades.
I stopped at the Soul Spot and got my fav Jerk Chicken, Mac and Cheese, Plantains and a large lemonaid. The best meal ever!!!! then headed up Court over to the B&N to pick up my maggies for the month. Talking to Erica...It kinda made me miss her as she contemplated silver pumps and I tried to help her decide if they would encorporate into her wordrobe and what colors complement silver. I really love my friends and I cant wait to have my own place and have dinner parties and invite my friends to the city to enjoy life.

Ive been reading Fabulosity by Kimora Lee Simmons and I have to say its a perfect articulation of the type of people me and my friends are. Some people see her and think shes over the top with her rhinestones.

"If I can have something custome-made in technicolr with rhinestones, I will. "
-KLS

You see...its this exact proclamation that her "bigger-than-life" style is entitled to her that I subscribe to. Though she may seem crazy there is absolutely nothing wrong with Rhinestones ( So there Erin) and though I may not exaclty desire to wear her line of garments I find myself continually inspired by her book and abound with wonderfully insightful away messages and quotes to adorn my facebook wall...I may even open a My Space account and send messages to all the poor girls out there who's accounts proclaim them as sex pots. With sections on Self Belief and Confidence, Work and Power, Indpendence, Image and Body, Romance and Lifestyle, and Positivity and Sustainability. The grandest part of the story is that we arent listening lsome high falutent tale of how she met Russel and he showered her with money and all of a sudden she is an authority on all things Fabulous, no....this book comprises her experiences,her guidance from fashion authorities, and a slew of quotes on the topics discussed. My sister said she wasnt that interested anymore since shed found out that she was no longer with Russel and I almost hit her over the head with the 264 page work, the whole point of the book is to show ladies that it doesnt take a man to land you where you are. You think Russel Simmons would have allowed her to launch BabyPhat into what it is today if she was some ghetto hoochie off the street?? Now you may be wondering......"Well why do all the garments look like they are made for Shaquita, Starlena, Kischantay, or Lafonta (Sam I hope you got the last one) who are straignt out of Highland Park...The Trap or South Cenral LA????




Exhibit A,B, and C

What the hell?? What are the belt loops for??? This tight ass thing aint goin nowhere!

In the words of my neo--"Agregious!!!"

I feel like Ive seen these on a spanish women in the Bronx

I have no answer for that.....but the fact remains you learn a lot about Kimora Lee and who she was before Russell. My exboyfriend called her a Golddigger in his ignorance. The truth is she was super model that served as the fit model for Chanel at the tender age of 15. For those of you who dont know what that means( as I didnt) is that you are the model that all the sizes and samples for a collection is based off, the fit model is the last model to walk at the collections debut, which is an honor in itself. Imagine being the finale at a CHANEL show....

All Im saying is that everyone should check out the book. Though its sort of written to target a young lady growing into her self...it does seem to help affirm an identity of fabuloisty that many arent aware of and are often times ridiculed.

My only concern is the over usage of the term Fabulous. I dont mean that Kimora uses the word excessivley or that there is some problem with int the book. I mean the over us by the general public. Yes everyone...Fabulous has become a catch phrase used by both the fab and the un fab. Kimora (because I feel so personally aquinted with her through her book) states that there is a large difference between fabulous and average. To paraphrase, average is everything that is normal...everything that your little cirlcle of friends does...what everyone aspires to is average....anything that is greatly saught after by many people is officially upon becoming desired by beyond hmmm I'll say 10, people and it is average....Its all about being different...thats whats fabulous...being innovative...being ahead of the trends, throwing trends to the wind and asserting your own sense of style, self, ideals etc. Average is far far from fabulous. So before you let that word roll from your tounge and out of you mouth...think long and hard about the true qualities of fabulousness and reconsider. Besides...I much more prefer the term Splendiferous! Check on it!

Graduation 2006 Style

Graduation turned out to be a really fun time. Truthfully I have alot of mixed emotions about graduation. As happy as I am to be a graduate of the University of Richmond with a degree in Urban Practice and Policy and Fashion Design from a school that cost over $40,000 to attend, I still dont feel like an alum. I suppose that around August I will begin to feel that usual tugging at my heart about returning to school and as I realize that I will not be I will feel like an alum. Maybe I will feel like an alum when I change my status on the facebook and stop getting invited to join random clubs because my underclassman have forgetten about me. Or maybe it will be when I realize that I am in New York and have a full time job and an apartment. Whatever it will take I dont have it just yet.
Ive moved from UR and Im awaiting my move to NY. This sunday I will pack what belongings will fit into my Uncles spare bedroom on Winthrop in Brooklyn and head off to the city of NY. As grand as that is...it really doesnt faze me much. Everyone thinks its such a grand thing and their first question is if NY is home for me. When I respond in the negative they then ask my purpose for leaving Richmond...I respond to work and their eyes widen in some fear for me. "New York is a busy city" or "Be Careful" they all warn and wish me good luck in as much of a genuine way as they can possibly muster but I know the underlying fear that I will in the end return with hurt feelings and brusied self esteem. I know how hard it is for many to think of New York outside of that "If I can make it there...I'll make it anywhwere" mentality but I really feel like Ive been there and done that and that its the best place for me. Im a city girl and I belong in the only city of consequence on the east coast.
Graduation was fun but it was tireing as hell... and to top it all off it rained like crazy. Either way...I dont have to do another damn thing for UR. It's funny...every now and then I will think of some little thing that I forgot to do...like fill out that life survey for Wellness and I worry just a little, then I rememeber that if it was that big of a deal they wouldnt have let me graduate... HAHAHA. There are a few things I didnt get to but nothing really worth stressing over. I was kinda upset for a second that I didnt make the Deans List this semester but I guess I asked for it when I decided to not stress over Finite Math. Missing it by a minus as opposed to the plus I got kinda ticked me off but its all good...I still made the GPA. Some say its no big deal but it was a personal goal.
I saw all the people I love with the exception of one at graduation. My friends came down to see me trip over a buckle in the carpet and to chill with me and have a great time. Sam arrived 9 in the damn morning (Gosh) and Erin arrived a little later that Saturday. We chilled for a little while then I ran off to grocery shop for my party. After returning a little late we headed over to Erica's to chill and talk shit to each other as we customarily do when we get together. We finally got our lives togther and convinced Shannon to have dinner with and headed over to Kobe. I have the best time when Im with those girls. I can be my ghetto progressive self, I can say whats on my mind and I can expect them to do the same for me. I really wish that I could be around them all the time like in junior year but we each must do our own thing. Im steadily trying to convince Erica to move to NY. Like me she too is a city girl..all this Richmond BS just isnt her style. She needs to progress to bigger and better things that can be found in NY....plain and simple. After dinner we decided against going out and ended up heading back to Ericas to talk more shit and sleep. After that Shan Shan took me hope and I rested up for the big day.
It rained cats and dogs the whole time and I got tired of the whole ordeal really quick. All I wanted to do was shake Cooper's hand and return to my room to watch Hitch again for fifth time. After spending most of the time laughing & joking with Sam and Erin from the top of the Stadium, graduation was finally over. I ran over to North court Reception Room and still wasn't able to rest the least bit. Between chasing after my nieces and nephews and trying to greet people before my nieces and nephews attacked them I only got to eat one cocoanut shrimp and two cups of punch! I was beat by the end of the night but it was worth it in the end: I had a great time and really appreciate all the love and gifts I got from everyone! After clean Up, I returned to my mom and chilled w/ S. Dot and E. Money who were leaving the next morning. Andrea came by later that night and we powwowed for a while. The next morning Sam had a dentist appointment which lead me to believe that that was the only reason she'd come to Richmond. Sam and Erin kept talking Shit about packing and I was not having it. Though I told my sister to arrive around 2 pm, I still had no desire to begin packing! I waited as long as I could then began to gather the last of my things and head out. If you know me... you know, hate packing and would rather throw everything away than move heavy boxes.
To Be Continued.....

Resolve

"Tell me when to go" by E-40 is a very crunk song of which I enjoy.



However...E-40 is still as wack as he was when he came out with that song Sprinkle Me


and I quote... ( All wackness in bold)

I be more hipper than a hippopotamus
Get off in your head like a neurologist
Pushin more weight than Atlas
Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse
The seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to Floyd Terrace
I pull a forty out of my ballcap and den I flush it down my esopha-garus
The group that I'm with
The ClickShigge-D-Shot, LegitFamily orientated
Game related, it's the shit
Killing motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin em down mutual
Running through these lyrics as if I was fiberedlike Metamucil

Timah timah.... forty widah.. forty wide
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
Big timah timah, big timah.... forty widah-ahh
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
Kick that shit Suga