random-anecdote

the history of hip-hop class i took freshman year was predominately white men. i remember one time we had to do a presentation on some type of social issue that was covered in hip hop music and this group of four guys did “Feminism in Hip-hop.”

So they started the presentation with”In hip-hop, the female race is underrepresented…”

OKAY MY ART TEACHER WAS GIVING ASSEMBLY TODAY AND SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW WHEN SHE WAS IN ART SCHOOL SHE WANTED TO START A DRAMA SOCIETY AND SHE WENT TO THE STUDENT COUNCIL AND ASKED FOR SOME MONEY AND THEY WERE ALL “WE DON’T TRUST YOU ART STUDENTS WITH MONEY” AND SHE ASKED WHY AND THEY SAID THAT THE YEAR BEFORE SOME STUDENT HAD GOT A LOAD OF MONEY AND THEN BLOWN IT ALL AND NEVER PAID IT BACK AND GUESS WHAT THAT RANDOM STUDENT WAS FRICKING PETER CAPALDI MY ART TEACHER KNEW DOCTOR WHO AND HE WAS AN ARSEHOLE I AM DONE

If you guys ever saw me when one of my favorite songs started playing

You would swear it was some freak even that never took place. “Something Just Ain’t Right” (Keith Sweat) started playing on my iPod and I lost my shit. My eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning— Actually a little brighter. Because I love that song. That song is as old as I am, but I completely acted like it was my first time hearing it, lol. One day I’m just going to record myself listening to music and let folks see what happens. (Funfact: A micro version of this is me on SnapChat.) I’m just gonna have to edit out all of the #Prince songs, which is going to be a lot, lol.

Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain

Queen Sized Bed

A few months ago, Mom bought me a twin sized bed for my new apartment. My old bedroom, albeit smaller than my apartments’,  had a queen sized bed. It never came across as weird, but now that reality has presented two situations worth comparing, I had to ask my mom.

Me: Mom, why did you buy me a Queen sized bed? My room at home is so small… I mean, it probably didn’t make sense to buy me such a big bed, right? A smaller bed could have saved so much more space. (My brother and sister also have queen sized beds. And they share a room. Yeah, it’s pretty cramped in there).

Mom: laughs sheepishly. You’re right… but when you guys were young, I was afraid ya’ll would roll out of the twin sized bed and hit the ground. So instead, I bought queen sized beds.

And this is made me realized how such a simple explanation revealed mom’s complex and borderline - obsessive behavior to protect us. My mom has always been a step (or two) ahead in making sure me, my sister and brother will stay out of harm. From little things like making sure I get my eight cups of water a day, to sacrificing her time to give us rides to places so we didn’t have to take the bus … she has always been there to make sure we could have it easier. 

After hearing her response, it pained me a little. When will she learn to let us go, so we could face the harsher realities of the world? I guess it’s not for me to say, but for her to decide. It’s a mother’s intuition that I have yet to comprehend. 

Nevertheless, I love you, mom. As I grow older, I feel like I understand you more. Perhaps we are both understanding each other more. I hope so. 

One time in high school I joined the Gay-Straight Alliance which was an official club and I went to like two meetings before the club ceased to exist. Everyone in the club was queer except for me and my other two friends who joined with me. I felt like an idiot for ever joining but now that I look back they probably were just not thinking any “straights” (or whatever the fuck I am) would join and it was probably pretty weird for them. They might’ve even thought we were there to make fun of them, but I was honestly just trying to be a good ally and join as a form of what I thought was support. Weird times

my mom and her friend were having a get together one Easter and wanted to have a prank by putting chopped onions into some plastic eggs but they kept giggling so to be less suspicious they gave them to me so i could go outside and hand them out but i didn’t grasp what was happening and as soon as i stepped outside i obliviously waddled three lawns over and gave the eggs to some teenagers playing basketball because i was sad they had no eggs

somewhere out there are four 30-somethings with a memory of a random 9 year old child popping out of the bushes and handing them plastic eggs filled with onions before vanishing again without saying anything

A moment that could have been a creep move.

At work today, I saw someone who was rather handsome. He was looking for a change of pace. Someone referred him to me. I have to ask questions to gauge his interest in the field. I asked how old he was. He said 18. Bruuuuuuuuuh. I immediately shut all of that shit down. He. Looks. So. Much. Older. But a young thug is not out here living that cougar life. Give me about 8 years, though. Then I’m gonna be like 👀

This one time, I was getting my hair cut and all of a sudden “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” came on over the speakers. I got so excited and started telling the hair stylists about George Blagden’s version while they were all probably like “oh my goodness this teenage girl is crazy, fangirling all over the cuteness of this sad song.”

i love those posts that show groups of people in that haunted house freaking the hell out at the final jump scare where they take your photo ((basically a fake car crashes through the wall and stops right before hitting you)) because they look like they’re having heart attacks

but then me and my brother were just like

"kay"

The breakthrough I'm preventing myself from having.

Does not thank me. Nor does my notebook. You have to understand something, writing this shit down makes it real. It makes it exist. The consequences become real. So excuse my reluctance to discuss that shit, even with myself. I’ll do it in due time. But don’t demand that I do it tonight.

I dislike children...

Once when I was a child, I was playing over at a ‘friend”s house.

We were playing solider, and we were in the middle of some sort of world war.

I suddenly need to use the restroom. So I call time out. My friend yells “NO TIME OUTS IN WAR! THIS ISN’T A GAME. THIS IS REAL.”

So, I’m like “wtf? Fine whatever.” and I just hold it.

Later my friend got hungry and said “WAIT, time out, I need a snack.” and leaves the battle ground….for crackers.

I wouldn’t be surprised if my friend is now a serial killer.

So, I was eating lunch with friends at a doughnut shoppe and they were talking about how Stetson used to be anti-torrenting. They said this one guy had a terra-byte of porn and I, being fucking awkward as fuck, say very loudly “Why so much porn?”. The guy behind me looks slowly turns to look at me and does so with a very disgusted look on his face. I can never show my face in this shop ever again.