The world... according to ME

I already know that the world doesn't make sense... I just try to document it.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

These Days...

Yesterday, my sister started a job at Cold Stone's Creamery. I wonder if I can get free ice cream...

Today I envisioned the winery that I would like to one day own. It is magnificant; a work of art, genius and innovation. Now I just need investors... LOTS of them, and a formal business plan. Man, I should be getting my MBA... what do you guys know about online MBA's? lol...

Today, I watched a squirrel jump from my deck to my deck table, then leap to the ground, sniffing around for food. I hope it comes back tomorrow, when I will leave it some peanuts to eat.

Today, it rained, so I could not see the NC symphony play for free, because I didn't want to sit and watch them in the rain and 50 degree weather.

Tomorrow, I am getting a washer and dryer for $100. That's a really good deal, and I am excited about having in-house laundry facilities again.

Monday, May 30, 2005

For professional use only

I was talking to a friend the other day, and she mentioned that she had highlighted her hair with lipstick, just to achieve a new look for a day. I got very excited, because I used to do that in middle and high school. I bought my very own hair mascara and used to put honey-blonde highlights in my hair... though never very well. So I figure, with age comes wisdom, and I go to the bathroom and get carried away streaking my hair with red/brown lipstick, and gold for accent. I look like a psychodelic raccoon now... on bad acid.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Going it alone...

In an attempt to be more social and expand my horizons, I decided to venture out last night. I attended a local hip hop show, all by myself. The performers were a cadre of local MCs, backed by a band called the Remix Project. I'll be honest, I think I was more impressed by the scope and versatility of the Remixers, but it was a good show, with the last hour of the show being particularly hype, and the last 30-35 minutes being absolutely infectious. (in a good way) Throw backs abounded, and artists paid homage to their forebearers, always a nice trip down memory lane. Conscious lyrics filled the room as baselines reverberated through the room with a contagious resonance. It was the best $8 I have spent in quite sometime.

The evening began interestingly... I went to this show by myself, for a performance that was supposed to start at 10. (I got there at 9:50ish) The venue was nearly empty, and I groaned to myself thinking that I had made a BIG mistake, so I did what anyone would do in the situation... head to the bar far a drink. A glass of wine can make any bad night a little better in my books... of course by this time, I had been in the club for 3.5 minutes, which means that one of the band techies had spotted me, and the fact that I had arrived alone. He quickly swooped in, and we step outside to chat. His name is Phil*, and after a short amount of time, he has told me 3/4 of his life story, including the fact that he was thirty.... five, plays the bass, was looking to settle down and start a family, that his father was sick and he was thinking about donating a kidney to him, that he was single by choice, hadn't had a relationship in 2 or 3 years, hadn't had sex in over a year, has some random female staying with him for the summer because he was capable of having strictly platonic relationships, and that it was too bad that I had a boyfriend, because it was love at first sight, but we could just become good friends. Let's all say it together kids... TMI! I know WAY too much about you buddy, and I am not compromising my relationship with my beau to become your new best friend. Sorry. He was a nice enough guy though, and introduced me to half of the event staff and got me free ear plugs and offered me free drinks. I took him up on the ear plugs... Anyway, Phil had to work the lights, which meant I needed to find somewhere to sit and watch the show by myself.

Ok, so the show starts at like 10:45 or 11, and the warm up act is real tepid, you know? So I am wondering how this is going to go. The venue is decently filled at this time, with a mixed crowd, mostly white with a few generous handfuls of black folks. I sit down to enjoy the show, and after sometime, a young white guy comes and sit next to me and starts talking to me. His name is Kwame*. Kwame has spent the last 3 years living outside of the US, which is impressive because he's 21. I envy his life. He's almost fluent in Mandarin. He's going to school at Chapel Hill know, and finds the scene a bit dull. I can't help but agree, but of course I don't get out much. We discussed the music and the MC's and he indulges his penchant for using the world "throwback" by incorporating it into every third sentence. So, we are back to watching the show, and this girl in front of us starts flailing around like she is having a seizure. He points and starts clowning. I didn't realize white people recognized the inherently non-rhythmness of other white people, so I was amused. I thought she was trying to crip-walk and was a bit scared for her. A little later, the MC's on the stage call out a name, looking for someone in the crowd. Out of no where, Kwame jumps up and runs up on stage, starting to dance around and giving the MC's dap... Then, as quickly as he went up, he was back next to me. He said he was supposed to breakdance and thought that was his cue. Apparently not. I think he was emabarrassed after that, because he left pretty quickly.

So I am alone again, and this is when the music is getting crunk, so I am really feeling it, you know? This other guy, Aessay* comes and sits next to me. Aessay is one of those black guys who got the memo just a little late about their blackness. He was wearing one of thos surfer necklaces with the shells, and sporting a nasty misshaped afro that would offend any true black man. I am not generally a mean or rude person, but this dude was trying to start a conversation with me at the pinnacle of the show. He tells me that he is in the area studying for the bar, and that he has just finished law school. He asks what I am studying, and why I am out alone, where I am from, etc. Typical feeler questions. Did I mention that the show was extra tight by this point, and I was NOT trying to have a conversation? Sigh. I was a little peeved to be honest, as any hip hop fan would been. Anyway, he hung around until the show had ended, then tried to give me his number. I politely declined, and wished him good luck with the bar. All in a night's work.


* Names have been changed to protect the identites of those involved. Ok, so maybe I didn't change them, but I switched them around...

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Ghetto Karma Sutra

Question of the day: What is the ghetto Karma Sutra? Here are some thoughts from the online community....

[23:48] xxxxx: that stuff young negros do in the ghetto for five munites that gets them a gripa kids...

[23:22] xxxxx: I think it is up the butt

[22:29] xxxxx: the pictures prolly have big booty girls [22:29] *** Auto-response sent to xxxx: question of the day: what is the ghetto karma sutra?
[22:29] xxxxx: and guys lookin like mandingo[22:50]

[17:55] xxxxx: doggy style and in da mouth! [17:55] *** Auto-response sent to xxxxx: question of the day: what is the ghetto karma sutra?

[22:50] LexisReid: *** Auto-response sent to xxxxxx: question of the day: what is the ghetto karma sutra?
[16:49] xxxxxxx: UMMM...kama sutra that is not listed in abook, or where certain aspects of the act have been replaced by things of lower quality or things that can be found in the home...This is also known as nigga-rigged kama sutra

Ageless wonders

Things I never tire of:

Chocolate martinis
Long phone calls with friends after many months (even years!)
Puppies
Babies
Hugging my parents
Hugging my siblings
finding money in my pocket
unexpected letters/cards from friends
getting an A on a paper
soft kisses on the lips
shopping
trying new wines
unsolicited compliments from strangers
seeing old couples
a good book
Amante's pizza with garlic chicken, pesto, and spinach
Sushi
Fireworks
taking a nap on a Sunday afternoon
Being anyone's favorite anything...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Discoveries...

I met a drunk Mexican man, and had a spanglish conversation with him. He told me that he could see my heart in my eyes. I looked into his eyes, and he said "No!" and covered them. According to him, I couldn't see his heart in his eyes because he was going to hell. I had to excuse myself after that.

If you are going to buy an ice cream maker, get one that costs more than $5. I am guessing it will work better.

When running, my campus seems a lot farther away than when I drive...

EVERYTHING in North Carolina is bootleg. Everything. (except me)

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Nothing important

There is this place near my house that sells wonderful pizza that I have fallen madly in love with. I go there frequently and purchase small pizzas which I eat in one sitting. Sometimes, this guy who works there, who I will call Brian, gives me free stuff. He enjoys this, which is good for me, but a bit eery because he delivers, and knows where I live. At anyrate, I feel bad because I don't know his name, and he gave me a free slice of cheese cake... but I don't eat cheesecake. Okay, that is a partial lie, because I eat their snickers blitz cheesecake pie things, which is AMAZING, but you really can't tell someone that when they are being generous. You can't really say, "close, but no cigar". Anyway, he doesn't get to know what my preferences are... I guess I'll leave that to my beau, friends and family. Anyway, I wonder if he likes me. I haven't been liked by a white guy since I was in high school... it's been a while. I always look particularly homely when I go in there... if he didn't know where I lived, I would think he thought I was homeless, and all the coupons and free stuff he gives me are charity.

On another note, I am supposed to be exercising, not eating pizzas and cheesecake. Plus, my beau made me a sweet potato pie...

Friday, May 06, 2005

Cheated!!!

Ok guys, I spoke too soon... this guy has gone NUTZ with my card number. How he got it, I don't know! This is a travesty for someone like me because, well, I don't believe in cash. I live and die by my card, which has now been cancelled... So what I am I supposed to do, write checks? Ew, this isn't 1950... checks schmecks...

Anyway, apparently, in the past 24 hours, I have donated to UNICEF, purchased quite a few domain names, paid off someone in Istanbul and London, and purchased NINE hotmail plus extra deluxe email accounts from Microsoft, just to name a few... and those are just the ones that are showing up.... le sigh.

I don't need this right now peoples, this is FINALS... I have papers to write. GEEZ! This guy has some BAD karma coming his way... anyone who reads this, please pump your fist in the air and yell "lots of bad karma to internet scamming douche bags!!!" If you do, I will feel affirmed. Thank you.

FRAUD

Great are the days when I don't even have to leave my house to have CRAZY things happen to me...

Okay, so someone leaves a message on my phone, and wow, I actually check messages these days, so I went to check my message. Its some guy from dell, saying that he needs the payment information for some order... Wrong number I think. I should call back so that they know that they called the wrong person. I phone back, and the man at Dell assures me that the order is under my name. He then proceeds to rattle off my address here in NC... wow, what's going on. He tells me that I submitted an order for 2 computers, and the shipping address was to one James Houston in Atlanta, GA. I should have written down the address and mail bombed this crazy @$$!!! What's going on people? I AM POOR!!! Run your scams on people who have money... Fortunately this James Houston didn't have any of my account information, so I am not really sure how he ordered a computer without account info, but we stopped all this fraud stuff in its tracks. Shoot, I should check my bank account and see what other stuff this fool was mucking around with.... OOOOOOH, that makes me SO MAD!!! Whatever happened to privacy!?!?!?!?! (oh the irony of lamenting ones loss of privacy on a BLOG...)

Thursday, May 05, 2005

No comment

This might resonate with other bloggers...

I love comments. I sit here and think of random things, then, you know, I put them out there. And I like to know that people are reading my blog, that they are interested, or disappointed, or confused by my words. When people comment on my blog, I feel validated, loved, amused... yes, it's that deep. When people don't leave comments, I spiral into depression and cry on the phone to my beau... threatening to throw myself from tall buildings... he hates this. So leave me a comment from time to time, and save him some misery and earache...

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Watch your back...

Yesterday, the Rev. Louis Farrakhan announced the 10th anniversary of the Milion Man March, to be commemorated this October with the Millions More March. Another peaceful march to bring Black America together.

In other news, I was sent this message via facebook...

From:
*********
To:
Lexis Reid
Subject:
Urgent: Please read.
Message:
Hey everyone.. There have been rumors circulating that a mexican gang is preparing to kill a large number of black people (some think 500, including men, women and children) on Cinco de Mayo, which is obviously May 5th (Thursday). Whether this is true or not, we don't know, but it's being said in churches across Los Angeles. It's also thought that the recent wave of freeway killings is also connected to this gang, as 5 of the 6 victims have been black men (the 1 who wasn't was a noticeably darker skinned latino man). Regardless of what may just be a scary rumor, PLEASE WATCH OUT during this crazy time. My brothas, please try to avoid the freeways and if you happen to see latino guys who have shaved heads and look suspect driving in a truck, protect yaself; the attackers all fit this description. And i'm most definitely not trying to offend anyone of the latino race by posting this, but I do believe that it's more than worth putting out there because you never know and I believe there to be some truth in every rumor. God bless y'all..

- *******

So, whilst Black people are trying to gather peacefully, apparently some L.A. gang members are planning on mass murder. Interesting. Life in these United States.

Monday, May 02, 2005

At this very second...

Right now, I am wondering what color eyeliner will bring out my brown eyes. I dunno, maybe somebody cares...

Also, a classmate of mine with a law degree said she would rather be hit by a bus and be handicapped for the rest of her life than practice law. I was just thinking about that...

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Stop the madness

www.hotghettomess.com <-- disturbing, but I like the shirts...

www.bustedtees.com <-- funny shirts

http://www.localcelebrity.net/index.html <-- more funny shirts

(notice the shirt fetish?)