Nuff said
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Sweet things...
I was talking to my mother today, and she told me that Rihanna and Chris Brown were now dating...
Of course I'd known this weeks ago, due to the hip hop sites I visit daily, but she reads her little Us magazine, and InTouches...so she may get the info late, but she gets it! My mom's hip...lol.
Right on...hahaha
jk. I love her.
Anyway, she informed me that they were together, and told me that she saw a picture of them on an island in a magazine she read...
She said it was so cute, because he was carrying her in the water, because she didn't want to get her hair wet...
she told me it reminded her of something I would do...
My mother knows me more than anybody on this Earth- more than I know myself. She's seen the girls I've been with, witnessed how I treated them- good or bad.
And I'm glad she can remind me...
Cuz sometimes I think that maybe I'm not as sweet as I think...
because some of the things I may have done for my exes were overlooked...
Started to be expected, rather than respected...
Some may have gotten so used to how I treated them, that it was no longer special to them...it was just normal behavior...
sweet things done were overlooked...
Which is why it was nothing for them to lose it/me...
But whatever. i'm not here to toot my horn...I just liked what my moms said...
She raised her boy right!
I may have backslided due to treatment in the past, but the good in me is back- has been for months...for good...no matter how bad I'm treated, it'll remain...
cuz i'd be damned if I joined the assholes out there again...the Earthlings...the normal that surround everywhere.
I'd be damned if I treat women like my father/step-father treated my mother. I'd be damned if I'd treat women like an asshole may treat my sisters one day.
I'll be damned.
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Of course I'd known this weeks ago, due to the hip hop sites I visit daily, but she reads her little Us magazine, and InTouches...so she may get the info late, but she gets it! My mom's hip...lol.
Right on...hahaha
jk. I love her.
Anyway, she informed me that they were together, and told me that she saw a picture of them on an island in a magazine she read...
She said it was so cute, because he was carrying her in the water, because she didn't want to get her hair wet...
she told me it reminded her of something I would do...
My mother knows me more than anybody on this Earth- more than I know myself. She's seen the girls I've been with, witnessed how I treated them- good or bad.
And I'm glad she can remind me...
Cuz sometimes I think that maybe I'm not as sweet as I think...
because some of the things I may have done for my exes were overlooked...
Started to be expected, rather than respected...
Some may have gotten so used to how I treated them, that it was no longer special to them...it was just normal behavior...
sweet things done were overlooked...
Which is why it was nothing for them to lose it/me...
But whatever. i'm not here to toot my horn...I just liked what my moms said...
She raised her boy right!
I may have backslided due to treatment in the past, but the good in me is back- has been for months...for good...no matter how bad I'm treated, it'll remain...
cuz i'd be damned if I joined the assholes out there again...the Earthlings...the normal that surround everywhere.
I'd be damned if I treat women like my father/step-father treated my mother. I'd be damned if I'd treat women like an asshole may treat my sisters one day.
I'll be damned.
Peace & Blessings
Lu
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Good Deedery- A mystery
So the other day, I was walking home in the rain as I came across a woman's wallet on the ground. It was opened on the floor, soaked. On first instinct, I snatched it up and looked around to see if there was anybody around who may have dropped it. The parking lot was empty; everybody was in their shelters- out of the rain. I opened the wallet, and saw nothing but a few cards inside. I pocketed it, and walked home.
When I reached my apartment, I rested the wallet on the coffee table, and tried to dry it off. As I explored some more, I realized that one of the cards was a social security card- something very important to have, and a hassle to replace. There was also a proof of identification card inside the wallet. I read the name to myself, Nancy Johnson*.
I knew that the girl would probably be going crazy right about now, looking everywhere for her misplaced wallet. I knew if I lost mine, I'd want it back. So I hopped on Facebook, the young world's tracking device/ Internet phenomenon, and searched her name.
One person came up, but her location was somewhere in California...
I hoped she hadn't gone back, yet.
I sent her a message about my finding, and called it George (west indian saying for leaving things be).
A day later, I had recieved no response, and the wallet was sitting in my room...
I refused to give up, because I KNOW the person who lost it wasn't going to give up looking...plus, what was I going to do with it?
I started to look through the things more thoroughly, and saw that her proof of identification card stated that it was for 16 and 17 year olds. I figured that she was probably a younger girl, and MySpace usually appeals to younger girls...
{sidenote: isn't that SAD? or is it 'happy'? do these two websites really run our lives?}
So I went to the computer lab in my apartment building, and typed her name into Google first, and searched her name on MySpace in another tab. As I waited for the MySpace results, I started to browse Google. Nothing came up, but weird articles with people who somehow had the same name. Unfortunately, there was no way to get in touch with her listed, or even know information that said if it was the right person.
I shifted my attention to MySpace. Again, there was only one person available under the same name. Ugh. I prayed that it was her. I clicked on her profile.
Her name was Nancy, and her profile was private. It showed her age, which was 16, and it showed her headline, which read: Somebody stole my wallet and purse! :- (
Her 'mood' was also showing, which stated she was sad.
There she was.
I immediately sent her a message telling her what I went through to find her, and how glad I was to find her, or who I thought was her. She sent me a response soon after that was one sentence long:
What does the wallet look like?
When I reached my apartment, I rested the wallet on the coffee table, and tried to dry it off. As I explored some more, I realized that one of the cards was a social security card- something very important to have, and a hassle to replace. There was also a proof of identification card inside the wallet. I read the name to myself, Nancy Johnson*.
I knew that the girl would probably be going crazy right about now, looking everywhere for her misplaced wallet. I knew if I lost mine, I'd want it back. So I hopped on Facebook, the young world's tracking device/ Internet phenomenon, and searched her name.
One person came up, but her location was somewhere in California...
I hoped she hadn't gone back, yet.
I sent her a message about my finding, and called it George (west indian saying for leaving things be).
A day later, I had recieved no response, and the wallet was sitting in my room...
I refused to give up, because I KNOW the person who lost it wasn't going to give up looking...plus, what was I going to do with it?
I started to look through the things more thoroughly, and saw that her proof of identification card stated that it was for 16 and 17 year olds. I figured that she was probably a younger girl, and MySpace usually appeals to younger girls...
{sidenote: isn't that SAD? or is it 'happy'? do these two websites really run our lives?}
So I went to the computer lab in my apartment building, and typed her name into Google first, and searched her name on MySpace in another tab. As I waited for the MySpace results, I started to browse Google. Nothing came up, but weird articles with people who somehow had the same name. Unfortunately, there was no way to get in touch with her listed, or even know information that said if it was the right person.
I shifted my attention to MySpace. Again, there was only one person available under the same name. Ugh. I prayed that it was her. I clicked on her profile.
Her name was Nancy, and her profile was private. It showed her age, which was 16, and it showed her headline, which read: Somebody stole my wallet and purse! :- (
Her 'mood' was also showing, which stated she was sad.
There she was.
I immediately sent her a message telling her what I went through to find her, and how glad I was to find her, or who I thought was her. She sent me a response soon after that was one sentence long:
What does the wallet look like?
I was taken aback until I realized that if some weird man sent me a random message about my headline, I'd be kind of reluctant to believe him, too...haha.
I explained that to her, and told her what the wallet looked like (black, and not obviously NOT designer...haha), then preceded to tell her what was inside the wallet as well. Her ID card, her SS card, her insurance card, and a Sonic Card with peel off deals and discounts.
A half an hour passed with no response.
I sent her another message- I guess I got the wrong person, huh?
Waited a few minutes...no response. So I left the lab and went to get something to eat.
I returned a little later to see if there was a response.
Yes.
She said that it was 'soooo hers', and she was glad I found it. She asked when I would be able to give it to her, and I told her as soon as she was ready for it. I gave her my number, and left the lab.
I felt great, and couldn't wait for her to be one with her belongings again...
About an hour later, she called me.
Hello?
Heyyyy! This is Nancy!
Oh, hey! How are you?
I’m fineeee…So do you think you could meet us at the gas station by Smitty’s?
Unfortunately, I don’t have my car down here, but I can ask my friend if he’ll take me. Or, you can come to Centennial!
A pause…
Okay, we’ll meet you at Centennial!
Bet. Just call me when you get here!
Okay!
She sounded soooo country on the phone! There was a faded picture of her on her Wild Adventures season pass, so I couldn’t really make out her looks..but she seemed to be one of those country girls raised in southern GA who wouldn’t look twice at a black guy except to make sure he wasn’t going to rob her.
That’s just an assumption though…
I changed my clothes…first impression! Nothing too fresh…a tee and some jeans.
I made sure everything was there, and stuffed the wallet in my back pocket. I got a ring ten minutes later.
Hey, we’re outside Centennial Hall.
Okay, I’ll be out there in a second.
I walked outside, and saw two white girls standing at the back of a Yukon. I looked around to see if anybody else could be the one…
Nope.
I called out, Wallet?
They smiled, and said huh?
I said are one of you missing a wallet?
The smile remained plastered on their faces as they walked up to me to retrieve the lost…
The owner of the wallet, a short girl with freckles- very pretty, thanked me. It felt like we were friends, yet not…She took the wallet and started to look inside of it. She explained to me how she left her car door open, and somebody went in there and took her purse and wallet. I screwed up my face and explained how much I hated theives. She agreed. She said it was stolen on Friday, the same day I found it.
Her friend, a gorgeous brunette, complained about the cold. I agreed. She stated that the world would be a better place if more people thought like me…I just smiled.
Before it could get any awkward, I told the ladies to have a great night, and proceeded to walk away after they thanked me again.
I told them it wasn't a problem at all...And I was glad I was the one to find it to return it...
They looked much older than 16...lol.
With a satisfied attitude, mystery solved, and a smile I returned to my apartment building, and got on a computer to see if she responded after I shot her my number. She didn't, but her new headline read 'I found my wallet! Thank you so much, Lucious!'
Her mood setting was changed to 'estatic'.
I was the fourth on her Top Friends list...
I smiled.
Everything happens for a reason...and there's always a bigger picture. Remember that. I may not know what the reason was for me finding the wallet and returning it, but she may know. Maybe she had a certain stereotype stuck in her head about African Americans, and I proved her wrong. Who knows? We are in the deep south...Maybe she felt the world was going to end and me giving her back her stuff made things better for her...
Who knows?
So thank God for the things that happen, the good, the bad...because he's the ultimate painter. He knows what he's doing, and every stroke means something- whether it seems to clash with the other colors or not. In the end, the picture will flow together, and it will be more beautiful than any of us can describe. Don't question God's strokes...just examine...
No problem, Nancy! :-)
Peace & Blessings
Lu
*Name has been changed, due to the issue of privacy.
Legs...
Alot of people have different fetishes...
Some people like toes (ugh)...
some people like lips...
some people like eyes...
arms...
backs...
teeth...
Some people like these things to the point that if there's a flaw in them, there would be no pursuing of a relationship.
My best friend likes him a backside...haha. (shout to Ry, even tho I know he'd never read my blog...lol)
He goes bananas over an "ass"...a "donk"...a "bum bum"...
Which is why me and him could never go to a strip club together.
I'd have a terrible time.
My other best friend loves him some blondies...lol. They can be ugly (sorry, Joe...), but if they're blonde...they're it.
Me...I have a weird fetish...
But it's been my fetish for as long as I can remember...
I don't know what it is about a woman's legs, but mmmmm...
It has nothing to do with what's between them, either...I promise.
But legs...they do something to me.
Long legs, but not too long...maybe even short legs, but not too short...
They get me.
Toned, and shaved, and smooth looking...
I can kiss on legs all day...and maybe it'll lead on to other kissable things...
But the legs is where it starts.
Mmm...
Which is probably the reason I find the this picture sooooo sexy...
And not the picture's in those magazines you men have stuffed under your bed...
So...if you have hairy legs, ladies...I'm sorry...but there is no chance. lol
Peace & Blessings
Lu
The Circus- I mean, library.
wow. On campus, our library is open to all...
why? IDK. It's fine with me, until weird people start to come to the library to masterbate (true story) and use the computers to MySpace while others are trying to get work done, or register for classes.
And then today I see two things that shock me.
A man is walking around the library with black shoes, weird blue jeans with white sneakers attached to them- laces included, which are unlaced and hanging down, a khaki Dickie top, a brown hat, and a light purple book bag...
I wouldn't say anything, who knows his story. Who knows?? Maybe his apartment burned down, and he has to get clothes and a bookbag for free from whomever? You gotta do what you gotta do to get where you wanna get. What, he should just NOT go to school cuz he doesn't look good? Nah...
That was fine.
And then I saw some man who was walking with his mouth open, head to the sky, breasts poking out of his shirt.
No, not what you think.
I know you see, and are used to the fat men who have 'man-boobs, but this man's chest looked like the chest of an older woman, nipples erect.
What
In
The
World
At the end of the day, these people have nothing on the short, elderly woman who's in the Internet Cafe EVERY day and night with an open can of beans, a way to heat them up, multiple energy drinks, and paper files FULL of papers...
I always wonder what shes doing.
She always smiles at you, and stares at you for a while, until you go elsewhere.
And don't let her see you do something, or hear something that she doesn't agree with!
She's scold you.
take it from ye who has experienced.
And how about the elderly man with pure white hair who rides his bike everywhere, book bag in tow. He breathes as if he has a hole in his throat, but it's always solid...
and he stares at you as well...
DO NOT sit by him if you're easily scared, or want to focus...lol.
I'll never get old in Valdosta...I don't want to end up like them.
Just picture it...
Yikes!
Peace & Blessings
Lu
why? IDK. It's fine with me, until weird people start to come to the library to masterbate (true story) and use the computers to MySpace while others are trying to get work done, or register for classes.
And then today I see two things that shock me.
A man is walking around the library with black shoes, weird blue jeans with white sneakers attached to them- laces included, which are unlaced and hanging down, a khaki Dickie top, a brown hat, and a light purple book bag...
I wouldn't say anything, who knows his story. Who knows?? Maybe his apartment burned down, and he has to get clothes and a bookbag for free from whomever? You gotta do what you gotta do to get where you wanna get. What, he should just NOT go to school cuz he doesn't look good? Nah...
That was fine.
And then I saw some man who was walking with his mouth open, head to the sky, breasts poking out of his shirt.
No, not what you think.
I know you see, and are used to the fat men who have 'man-boobs, but this man's chest looked like the chest of an older woman, nipples erect.
What
In
The
World
At the end of the day, these people have nothing on the short, elderly woman who's in the Internet Cafe EVERY day and night with an open can of beans, a way to heat them up, multiple energy drinks, and paper files FULL of papers...
I always wonder what shes doing.
She always smiles at you, and stares at you for a while, until you go elsewhere.
And don't let her see you do something, or hear something that she doesn't agree with!
She's scold you.
take it from ye who has experienced.
And how about the elderly man with pure white hair who rides his bike everywhere, book bag in tow. He breathes as if he has a hole in his throat, but it's always solid...
and he stares at you as well...
DO NOT sit by him if you're easily scared, or want to focus...lol.
I'll never get old in Valdosta...I don't want to end up like them.
Just picture it...
Yikes!
Peace & Blessings
Lu
I LOVE English!!! (Follow-up to 'I HATE ENGLISH')
lol...
I mean, I've always loved English...But if you read my previous blog, you'd see why I said I hated it at the time. I should still hate English...but I could never.
Plus, my ENG prof gave me hope...
the mid term test grades were released...
A-1
B-2
C-10
D-1
F-2
I was nervous as she passed back our tests, after giving a detailed description on why our grades were what they were.
I got mine, and viewed the grade in red.
pheeewww. lol
I did MUCH better than i thought, which is saaaaadddd.
I was one of the '1s and onlys'....you figure it out.
But anyway, after deep pondering about dropping the class, i decided to ask my prof about the issue...
I asked if I could possibly bring the grade up, since the rest of the semester would be easier- plus, I'd have the hang o the class.
She basically just told me that it wasn't looking too good, but there was a chance if I did what I needed to do- which is what I'm MORE than willing to do now.
She also left me with some words that changed my life...
She told me that I grasped the information well, but my examples were not enough- which was the case with ALOT of the students. This made me feel less stupid than I thought I was...haha. She also informed me that my introduction to the essay was one of the best out of 150 students!
Boy, did my heart swell like the Grinch's...lol.
That made me feel great, because when I write- I write to pull you in, AND feed information- not just the latter.
She also told me not to let the test score pull my mind away from the real priorities in life, because a grade doesn't determine the quality of your mind...which was proved in my essay.
wow. I paused, smiled, and told her that meant alot to me- because it did.
Maybe she's not as b-wordish as I thought...
So, I've officially dropped out of school to pursue my dreams of being an author, motivational speaker, and teacher. Follow my heart, right? Creativity is more important than any education I can get...
Sike.
Operation: Mother's crib on the beach is still in effect, people. Don't get your {insert underwear of choice here} in a bundle...
Peace & Blessings
Lu
I mean, I've always loved English...But if you read my previous blog, you'd see why I said I hated it at the time. I should still hate English...but I could never.
Plus, my ENG prof gave me hope...
the mid term test grades were released...
A-1
B-2
C-10
D-1
F-2
I was nervous as she passed back our tests, after giving a detailed description on why our grades were what they were.
I got mine, and viewed the grade in red.
pheeewww. lol
I did MUCH better than i thought, which is saaaaadddd.
I was one of the '1s and onlys'....you figure it out.
But anyway, after deep pondering about dropping the class, i decided to ask my prof about the issue...
I asked if I could possibly bring the grade up, since the rest of the semester would be easier- plus, I'd have the hang o the class.
She basically just told me that it wasn't looking too good, but there was a chance if I did what I needed to do- which is what I'm MORE than willing to do now.
She also left me with some words that changed my life...
She told me that I grasped the information well, but my examples were not enough- which was the case with ALOT of the students. This made me feel less stupid than I thought I was...haha. She also informed me that my introduction to the essay was one of the best out of 150 students!
Boy, did my heart swell like the Grinch's...lol.
That made me feel great, because when I write- I write to pull you in, AND feed information- not just the latter.
She also told me not to let the test score pull my mind away from the real priorities in life, because a grade doesn't determine the quality of your mind...which was proved in my essay.
wow. I paused, smiled, and told her that meant alot to me- because it did.
Maybe she's not as b-wordish as I thought...
So, I've officially dropped out of school to pursue my dreams of being an author, motivational speaker, and teacher. Follow my heart, right? Creativity is more important than any education I can get...
Sike.
Operation: Mother's crib on the beach is still in effect, people. Don't get your {insert underwear of choice here} in a bundle...
Peace & Blessings
Lu
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