Last rebellious act as a youth:

NAVEL PIERCING!!!! WOOHOO!!!!

I love you Kim and Angie! You two are the bomb!

"Feet Don't Fail Me Now"

I've been studio hopping again with my homegirl Jenny (She has skills for reals!). I love taking classes with partners in crime, and she is the best. We decided to take a few of Alan's classes in the city (I feel like total New York dancer when I go... love the energy). Here are somethings that I just had to blog:

- I know it's a packed class, but we gotta make space some how. Some folks are usually cool and polite. While others will stake their claim... you know, set trip and whatnot even if you look at their "spot." Goodness, aren't we all there for a common agenda?

- I'm all about adding style and flare to your movement, that's what makes it beautiful and unique. However, please don't put any hoochie booty bounces in the warm up routine. This one chick was doing a stretching exercise that involved doing the splits... I did not need to see her ass bouncing in my face. So not cute... nor cool.

- It's great to have a laughing buddy, and someone that keeps that support wheel spinning. Jenny is awesome! Hey, don't knock that thong leotard idea. Who cares if they ride up to your "f^ckin' rib cage," those things are tiiiiiight!

This dancing all has me thinking about what could have been. Like if I had pursued a career in dance, how things would be. I am definitely thankful for the opportunity that I have now, and all the confidence that has been restored in myself. I still am learning, but I am definitely enjoying every minute of it. Except when my bones crack... pass the Ben-Gay!!!

"Unbeweavable!"

Over the past three weeks, I've gone from Beyonce, to Minnie Ripperton, and now to Scary Spice. Is that good or bad? LOL!

"Crud part II"

I have come to this conclusion:

The term bastard should be the other way around. It more so reflects the personalities of mothers or fathers that have abandoned their children. They have no idea what greatness they missed out on, or what heartache they lead to.

"Crud"

Have you ever had one of those weeks that just couldn't end soon enough? Those moments suck indeed. It creates those feelings in which you really feel like you need your space, yet you wouldn't turn down a call out of the blue or a quick visit. I hate to admit it, but I can't wait for school to start, for a few reasons:
1. I get to see my SFSU MPHers... whut whuuuut! I miss my folks! I need my social support, mainly instrumental and emotional.
2. The faster the semester starts, the sooner it will end and I get to use my spring and summer break... gotta make plans for doing something during the vacation, like plan when, where, and with who.
3. So that I can continue to grow, in more ways than one.

I don't think I have ever been so stressed and tired, and lost and angry, and sad and moody in a long time, and I'm sure this won't be the last. They say pain makes us stronger, well I guess I can lift and move mountains. As time goes on, I’ll be able to move the world.
I gotta thank my FA folks for Saturday, as it was good to be around good people and act a fool without disregard. I mean, how can you not help but laugh at Eli giving his best singing attempt by belting out "Heartbreak Hotel" by Whitney Houston, Kelly Price, and Faith Evans? This boy did all vocals and even ad libbed... and if ya know Eli, it was a sight to see. I'm proud that he is moving on and opening his eyes. Awesome. All night we played Cranium, which was a lot of fun. I don't know the last time I played a board game. It was cool to see everyone have a good time and laugh and carry on.

I guess life is all about what you make it, and I have no shame in saying that I am still learning and growing. That I still must make a path for myself. And even if I have to go it alone, it's ok. Just as long as you get from point A to point B, it's all to the good.

I'm finding myself quoting Tupac more and more these days... hmmm...
Song of the Moment:

Ambitionz Az A Ridah by 2 Pac

Intro: 2Pac

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle)
[speaking] Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] that get down for theirs
I constantly choose money over bitches
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] Stay on your grind nigga
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My amibitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me...

Verse One: 2Pac

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
Cause life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born ruff and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was 'fuck it' cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe'
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin them bread, to breakin motherfuckers to payin
I got no time for these bitches cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil, so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!(
I'ma ride though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plotin and planin on scemes to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right besideee ya
Hopin ya listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah

Chorus: 2Pac

[singsong] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[speaking] My ambitions as a ridah
[singsong] Got the police rushin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

Verse Two: 2Pac

(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfucker they life
That's what they screaming as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama corrected me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, said there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switchin keys, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these mutherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gonna feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside ya
Then cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it, revenge on them niggaz
that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's your nigga right beside ya
Hopin ya listenin I catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah