polyphony.

oh, now it's on

yes yes, it is on.

i'm finna make things happen, man. the time for static existing has passed, homeslice. i've decided i'm gonna write a story that could eventually become a book. right now, i'm gonna keep it all in a seperate blog. that's gonna be special. i'll update, readers can read, and they can guestbook me about progress, telling me whether or not it sucks, and either cheer me on, or beg on a discontinuing. chea!

*sigh*

this music shit is gonna take some time. i'm not writing it off; by no means is this the case, but i'm definitely going to take my time with it. my time is limited, but i ain't pressed yet, so i'll learn, get my bumps and bruises where i can, and build from there.
i'd like to be in a relationship now... certain parts of the day, i *need* to be in one, but- i suppose all that i deserve, and can appropriately handle, i'll achieve in due time.

and if you're reading, beautiful... i'm crushing on you so hard you'd think i was big pun and little kim's progeny. maybe some day, y'ah mean?

school is on the way. that's what's up. i just wanna be back up *in* the shit, so i can start learning. i'm optimistic about school, so those who can remind me of how tedious it gets, save it. i'ma see if i can whoop this bastard's ass this time around. k?

thanks.

um, in like, 2 weeks, the money issue i'm constantly scrapping with will be downgraded. that's good news. i could get somebody a christmas present this year, even though i don't celebrate christmas. lol.

and i'm going to hilton head island, a small island off the coast of south carolina, in december. not bad right? my pops ain't goin, even better right? sorry folks, it's better. we rent a car, just me, my sisters, my little brother, and my mom. that ain't bad, 'cause those are my nikkaz. my pops is my nikka too, but, admittedly, not like he could be. *shrug*
facts of life.

i am going to take lots of pictures, and let all my friends see them. they should be perfectly lovely. and dainty.

AND... Next Saturday I'm Going to See My Holmes from Way Back. i ain't seen slick in years man. this should be nice. going up with my nizlet, and we're gonna paint the town black and blue. i'm thinking about baking a pie. that should be fun.

*paging skilled help*

naw, i can make em, i just wanna make sure cats eat the shit, so i'm gonna get at a chaperone. no harm in that, right?

right.

good night!