I'm done with school

Four years ago, I walked onto this campus to start a journey that would help shape the rest of my life. Today around 11:30 am, that journey came to a close. I finished my last final today and in two days, I'll be walking across a stage letting my friends and family know, that I did it!!!

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Blogger unfollowed all my blogs. Now I have to start from square one and try to find all my blogs again.....

I'm so mad right now.

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(^^^that's my angry face)

Style to Try

"Get Off" - Foxy

Hair Post

I decided to wear my hair out today. I was pretty nervous at first. I thought people would stare the same way I was staring at myself in the mirror. lol. But once I get outside, I noticed that no one gave a crap. I got the same amount of looks that I would on a day to day basis. Realizing that people were too busy minding their own, I was able to relax. And once I did that, I forgot my hair was "different" (until I saw my reflection), and went on with my errands as normal. It was nice being free. Nice to just walk around like myself. It really felt good to like me and not worry (too much) about others perception.

I'm noticing that I'm not happy. I'm content. I'm content with myself. I like myself. I love myself, flaws and all. But I'm not happy. And I really want to be. I don't how to be though. And I think it's gonna take more than moving back home to get to happiness. Normally, this would be the point that I would say that I would be happy in the summer. I'll work my way to happiness when I have free time. When I'm having fun with family and friends. But not this time, that's not good enough. I have to work on it now. If I'm not happy now, I'm not gonna be happy when I'm home. It's not the city. It's me. I don't know why and I don't know how to get happy. But I do know that I need to change something. And I need to start trying to figure out exactly what it is I need to change before I go home.

Anyways, that was just a thought I had while typing this up. Some times, you just gotta let stuff out. With that being said, here are some pics from today:







I wanted to see how my hair would look in a puff:

Changes

freshman year vs. senior year

*I don't bleach my skin. they were taken at different times of the year....

Black is Beautiful

Somewhere between the 1960's and now, we lost our sense of pride. What happened? And how do we get it back?

88 Degrees

The weather is heating up

So is my passion.

As this chapter comes to a close

My mind has taken on a new task

Revolution.

My drive is getting higher

So is the sun.

Something great is happening.

-I have found my purpose.


-Me.

The Revolution will NOT be Televised

-Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Where are our leaders?

this is an excerpt from a "conversation" i am currently engaging in online. When the topic of who our generations leaders are, my response contained the following:

"i think our generations leaders will be discovered in the trenches. we can no longer look towards Hollywood or Capitol Hill or even the churches. There is too much money involved. and when money becomes a factor, the people's issues get pushed aside. I believe our leaders are the people who are tired of being looked down upon for being different. The women who are tired of being called nappy head because they refuse to burn their scalps. the men who don't want to smoke all day and chase pussy. These are going to be our leaders. They won't be found on our tv screens or in the white house. they're in our neighborhoods. they're our classmates. they're finding their voice. learning themselves. preparing for greatness. they have no interest in a reality show. no interest in materials or fame. they're main goal is to inflict change and understanding and resistance and individualism and revolution, one person at a time."

As I was typing that out, I realized that I want to be that leader. I want to be that person in the street preaching to the people. Letting them know that the media can not and should not define you. that you are great, regardless of what you are sold.

reason #3 for why I NEED to get this t-shirt line off the ground

*the fire keeps burning.