Whassup Whassup! I'm finally on summer break and I feel like a new person. I feel more like an independent black woman. Or maybe not. But I PEEL PREE PASHO! haha. My finals were out of control unsexy and I'm sooooo glad that it's all over. I think I'm going to end up with 2 As, 1 B, and 1 C; therefore, my GPA will be about the same! Oh to tha muhhhfuckin' well mang!
But damn, my Freshman year of college is actually over. I know I dreaded class almost everyday, but when I look back, it went by faster than one of my farts. How sweet! It seemed like my fifth year of high school, but with tougher teachers and actual white students in my classes! haha. I met some cool people, definitely stressed fireballs, chilled, and had amazing professors to be perfectly honest. I slacked off sometimes, but my study habits have improved without a doubt! I still have a problem procrastinating and organizing my time, but compared to how I was my Senior year of high school, it's like I'm a perfect student. Overall, I enjoyed my first year.
Anyway, I'm going to try and post a new blog everyday just for the hell of it. I wanna look back when I'm bored and have a good read.
SO TODAY 6/25: I took my last final which was for Anthro1. It was pretty hard since I barely studied for it. But what can you do. I went with EJ to sell his books so I can know how much my books would cost. Then I went home and literally just moped around with freedom. It felt sooooo goood. I took Scott to Circle-A to find that someone bought the last backpack that he wanted. WHAT A WASTE OF GAS. OH! And scary ghetto brothah hoodlums asked me and Scott for money so they could buy their bitchasses a McChicken. I told them that I didn't have change hehe. I fuckin' bet they had money, but just too cheap to buy it themselves. We went home and found out that the legend, the King, the Man (in the Mirror), Michael Jackson and 70's vixen and original Angel, Farrah Fawcett, passed away :[[[[[[ That hella put a damper on my day :[[ and MJJ was only 50 years YOUNG. Fuck. I'm glad that Ms. Farrah could finally rest in tranquility. God Bless them. I chilled at home and napped until 9:30p. Adrian called to come over Anthony's. So I did haha. Hookahed like usual. Jacky and Mish came over and we went to Adrian's house. I got my ass handed to me on UFC, no bitches, not TFC haha. Did our thang ;] and chilled at my house until around 4. Now, I'm here recording all this shieetttt. What a fabulous start to my break :]
And for the record, Michael Joe Jackson DID NOT molest any money-hungry children. I honestly believe, with all my heart, that MJ squared is a noble and honest man. He reminds me of Holden from The Catcher in the Rye because I believe that MJ found children to be the only innocent human beings on Earth. It all goes back to why he named his backyard "Neverland Ranch." The reference to never growing up and staying in the likes of children reveal internal struggles he has had growing up as a child star. And the whole thing about little boys and shit: since he suffered through a harsh childhood full of abuse, fame, and everything else a kid usually doesn't go through, he finds comfort in having a safe place for boys (and girls). He just wants to make an attempt in saving the children from inevitable corruption they will face by adults. He may be a little eccentric, but aren't the most memorable people in all of history just that? A little beyond the norm? So whatever to the haters, Mike! I may sound naive, but he appears to be really genuine. I can't stand all the shit thrown at him without him speaking on his behalf.
HOWEVER, the two things he's definitely not saying the truth about are his skin and surgeries. And there goes my tuppence worth. Thank you.
On a brighter note: Chillin' and evening BBQ in the hood tomorrow!
With much flava and a new mindset,
Ricardo Juni
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