My Purpose.

i swear.. the shit i do for hip-hop. i guess that's why i'm a master at being patient. god wanted me to be an artist, because he didn't want me to rap or be a DJ. he's torturing me by making me just a fan.

i've figured it out.

he molded me into this crazed, hip-hop fan.. but i can't craftily be involved in it. my mind is a jukebox.

beats haunt me.
bars comfort me.
an emcee with an awesome cadence is like a lullaby.

April ChopsChops.

holy shit. i just realized it's already the 12th of april.. better known as the end is near! for school, that is. i will be happy when this semester is over with. i'm so fucking ready for summer.

IT'S. NOT. A. GAME.

my intentions of this blog were to include the details of my easter break, but i think spark notes will do right quick.. shall we?

it involved hooking up, alcohol, clubbing, eating delicious food, and other shit i don't feel like typing lol also? i gained something kind of awesome, and demoted something that was strictly fun. i will miss it. however, i'm not strung out. i am a little surprised at myself, too. long story short.. i'm taking shit better than i thought i would hahaha God.. I LOVE ME.

it's to the point now where it's an understanding AND there won't be a strain on broderick and i's "re-discovered" friendship. in a way? sex didn't really complicate us, but it [insert word to describe situation]. i can't put my finger on it, but it's one of those things where only the people involved can explain it. this is going to be interesting lmaoooo

in other news.. there's this guy in oxford.. and that's all i'm saying, because i haven't talked to him in about 2 days. i'll be secretly happy when he gets a new phone.

okay.. i think i'm done with tonight's bloggature.. i got a paper to type for digital photography =]