right now i just watched Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on hbo hosted by mos def. it is freakin cool. i really respect all these gangstas doin poetry. they talk about all sorts of interesting and cool stuff. at the end kanye west came on to do a piece. once again i feel the need to let out my poetic side.

17 years old, 17 years young,

i remember back when life was still fun.

now all these deadlines weight me down a ton.

and im bein introduced to confusion.

17 years old, 17 years young,

not even 18 not even legal

this time of life should be regal.

im still a child im still a baby

will i ever grow up? maybe

as for now imma live it up

no more livin it rough, i cant get enough.

as for now imma look to Him

no more livin in sin, still tryin to get above the rim.

as for now imma ask for forgiveness

for failing a 17 year tessst, for always being less.

that didnt turn out as cool as i thought it would. haha. this will most likely be the last time i do that. unless i watch def poetry again i suppooose...

today after church i hung out with some extremely cool people. ate some CHA-CHA-roni. drank some  DO-DO tap. you know, the usual. when i arrived home i got some freakin bling from my grandma and aunt. but now, i really wanna see fireworks! where da freak are the fireworks at? and where are the freaks that want to watch fireworks with me? instead of watching fireworks i am reading tupac's poetry book that i borrowed from sung today. if i were a poet i would write a poem right now about watching fireworks. it would probably go a little something like this:

exploding colors swirling in the sky,

where da freak are my fireworks?

bright bombs bursting then die,

where da freak are my fireworks?

i long to be beneath the sprinkles that cry,

where da freak are my fireworks?

instead im sitting alone on the fourth of july,

where da freak are my fireworks?

what do you know? i guess i am a poet. must be the tupac.

in the spirit of delaying the writing of my research paper, i have decided to write in herrr.

while writing a research paper you tend to do a lot of thinking. now it is time for some non-thinkful writing. (see im starting already)

i want to watch a lot of movies. girls are weird and confusing. prom is soon (i wonder what that will be like). i could do better in a lot of areas of life. i guess martin luther king was a pretty cool guy. i need new music, but not new music like a new song from an old artist, more like new artist new type of music and such. im starting to understand more people. im starting to know more people. im starting to be confused about more people. im starting to not talk to more people. ice cream is yummy. i want more in my tummy. i wish i could go ice cream shopping with james like in the old days. (i was just htinking about safeway and how james and i always went to the ice cream isle and we always had ice cream at home) i wish i could just go shoot a bball around, but i dont have a hoop. life is homo its hard to get straight. life is bolemic its hard to get weight. life is life is nerve wrecking like a hot date. life is muhammed ali its real great.

time is one-day overdue books, its kind of late. bye