Makin Momma Proud....

I say Prairie View A&M University, with a fulsome heart of pride bleeding purple and gold. I feel like I am receiving quality education here, while being amongst those who look like me. Growing up, I didn’t really have a mentor; dads’ weren’t being dads, more like sperm donors. Men were not the head of the house. Waking up every morning is motivation enough, but to see my kind succeed in a system that was meant for us to trail is an entirely different level of inspiration. Coming from fetal positioning on the outside of the wound, to standing high, accepting the responsibility over those whose ancestors constrained us to an unnatural nature. We dreamed of prevailing, and we have overcome.

Initially I wrote this blog because I was upset with the way I felt the university conducted business. Here’s the story, I was in the registrar’s office picking up my transcript when the lady in the office gave me what I like to call, “the run-a-round”. She said, “We have a new system and everything is slow. So come back a little later on.” Now keep in mind it takes at the most 48 hours after your request. I completed a transcript request like a week ago. She just didn’t feel like looking so she wanted me to come back. Lady, what if I got a job interview?! Why do I pay my fees?! What the f*@k is your job?! Just a few things I wanted to say. I’m proud that I didn’t, but I did let my frustrations out on the elevator wall. lol. I just get so frustrated with people in customer service with the worst attitude in the world. I pay for a service, and I expect to get what I pay for. The end.

Now that I let that out, I reiterate we have overcome. During the Inauguration Ball, I felt like I was watching my parents get married when Obama took Michelle’s hand and danced. Victory. A mind casting thoughts, inside my head my thoughts were flowing untamed. FAITH, DREAMS, INSPIRATIONS, ASPIRATIONS, VICTORY, CERTAINTY, POWER, LOVE, HARDSHIP, FAVOR, SACRAFICE, BELIEF, MOTIVATION, PRIDE, SURREAL, HONOR, SUFFIENCY, DID I SAY FAITH?

Mid-day thoughts….

pic by Ms.Danielle Elise Mason

7:43 A.M.

Subliminal messages, my get away. Away from a mind twisted paparazzi. Photographic thoughts of what could be. Good things don’t come easy. “And I’m doing it again”, said John Legend. Patience, I can’t find. Digging hard, so I look for value in what I treasure. Rushing for what has been put forth in life. Blind to the tangibles, I want something greater than myself. Spellbinding utterance as I speak of such treasure, I flee from second person. Mystery is of a certain fun, as investigation is to a hobby. And when you have passion for something, going too far is never doing enough. In my eyes there will always be reasonable doubt that imperfection is perfection. We are all of a divine creation. Be happy. Appreciate self because if you don’t believe you, who will?

I'm coming home.

P.S. Video, nothing to do with the blog.

I let my beard grow back?!

America, I look I am 23 again. I feel like a retired journalist as I scratch my beard while puffing my joe.lol. It’s about 3:43 p.m., yet it feels like 10 in the morning. On days like this my mind wonders. Who’s next? What’s next? I wonder what next semesters going to be like. I wonder who’s going to be red shirted on my team. I wonder if I’ll have any new recruits. I felt the same way during Hurricane Ike, except with internet.

Buku time to contemplate. And for this New Year I’m thinking, I want to go in with a certain humble assertiveness about myself. Those who want to be around, they’ll be there. For those who don’t, they won’t. lol. But I am excited to find out. No new year’s resolution. I mean, we’ve all congregated in our minds what or how we want to live. In which, we know what volumes need to be turned down and what volumes need to raised and what pre-selected stations need to be changed. No real point in speaking it or giving it a title. Just do it. I know I could live better in certain aspects And I plan on it. But in a way, I guess living better is a resolution. Just some thoughts hold more value inside your head, vice versa coming out your mouth.

What holds most value to us, we’ll be more likely to stick with. I was reading this blog the other day about why nice guys never get the girl. Reason being, is because the good guy puts too much on the line too soon. In the end, he lacks value there is no question, no curiosity, and no excitement. So why pursue? Real shit doesn’t always cause for discussion or explanation. It’s just real shit. If that makes sense. Call it a New Years post, call it random, call it boredom, or call it whatever. But furthermore, I have let my beard grow back. Till next time folks.

“Just in…Obama got hoes!!!.”

Gave me a chuckle or two..

My interpretation of Medicaid, Rehab, and the whole nine yards or seven pounds…lol

I wasn’t sure if I should text, call, blog, facebook, myspace. So many means of communications, so little time (now 6-20).lol.

First and for most, for the people who steal minds, forgive them for they not know what they do.lol. It’s funny how everything on the web including blog(spot) sites turns into wordy, cynical MySpace that was rejected by web media critics. Glad you can first be true to yourself.

Can’t believe this, but out of nowhere I have caught myself attempting to solve yet another puzzle. Its crazy because with this one, my moves are free yet careful. Because my only and main tools are the interpretations followed by the assumptions. I could be very wrong, seeing as though in the past I’ve assumed, and knew nothing. However, fact still remains in past experiences, I didn’t perceive with all my senses. But for some reason I think I’m on to something this time. Her thoughts are hot, I feel like I’m playing with fire. As stated in internet stone, “It is what it is.” Sounds like a concluding statement huh? Lol. Not this time.

And a blog is a terrible is a thing to waste. lol. And thoughts are too. And I’m in like with you(r) words…

I mean just stop and look around for one sec. Check around for all the new faces. My ego is vomiting like, “Damn Zach you should’ve started this movement.” I didn’t, you did. How can I not be inspired?

Read my blog from “MY NAME IS” to now, and imply all that can be implied. Then calculate all that can be calculated and organize your assumptions. It makes sense like, like, tamed lions…lol.

I know communications is our thing, but hopefully it won’t take too long to calculate. I would hate to have to wait till next lifetime.


P.S. I guess we’re equal on free advertising now…lol…thanks…

Can I chill?...

What state of mind should I live in while I’m home, for break? Why can’t I come home for one break and not “fall out” with everybody in my family? If it’s not one thing it’s another. Ironically, I’m the “good one”. The only one off to school, get decent grades, have a job, have dreams, and I’m working towards them. I’ve come to understand it’s either my people expect a lot out of me, I don’t know when to just be quiet, or am I just too damn disobedient for my own good.

And why must I be so obedient anyway? Don’t get me wrong I think discipline is something everyone should know and understand, for their own sake. But at the same time why spend so much time teaching our children to be so obedient to every curve of the voluptuous, world that we live in? Why not spend a little more time investing and insuring the knowledge that will make the world obedient to our children. When will we decide to break the cycle?
I don’t understand why people expect for you to allow them to talk to you in any kind of way, with no response. Sorry. I am the miraculous phenomenon breaking the cycle of “Yes’am” and “Yes’suh”. I refuse to not be respected by anyone. Reasons being, I show everyone I encounter the same respect I desire and deserve. In these “falling outs” I am usually not in the wrong, with a seemingly hidden esoteric knowledge of my point, that no one seems to understand. However, they are starting to happen so often, I am questioning myself. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not living up to the life, that which is expected of me. In return, I’m rewarded all the bitter frustrations of their world. Not saying I’m not ever wrong, because I am sometimes. Here goes a list…

• Me and my cousin bent my grandmother’s screen on her window. (replaced it)
• I took like 6 beers out of a cooler from my grandmother’s birthday party(when it was over)
• Christmas money, let my people stay under the impression I was doing something a little more positive than tattooing my fingers.lol.
• Turned my phone off to avoid contact with everybody for a day.
• Lied about not having room in the car on the days I didn’t want to go the gym, . packed like Mexicans in a Ford Focus. he he he…
  
  
  Notice most of my fuck ups end in “ lol”. Nothing too serious give me a break!
  

Do you accept Medicaid?...

This will be quick. Nevertheless, posting against my better judgment my conscious doesn’t let me get away with anything.


Butterflies, elevated heart rate, confusion, fogged thought process, I am sick. For one day I just want to be able to be deprived of the feeling. I want to hide from your thoughts, deliver myself from your words. Blown away by my eyes and what my mind perceives I am quite intimidated, which leaves me ill. So I must lay in my own mental imprisonment. Wondering what if? But a man can only take so much before a breaking point is met. And I’m close. But in a way, putting this on paper was kind of like me being granted a parole. I would like to prove my case to the jury but it’s so easy to get off track, blinded by beauty, captured by critical thoughts, and slaughtered by never ending word play. H E L P!



I want my cure. And not the generic brand. The good shit….