CNN Discussing Obama's "Swagga" After 100 Days In Office

I found this on KindaRacist.com.I didn't think it was all that racist,but the woman anchor's fist bumps and her pronouncing swagger without the "er" kinda changed my mind.Idk.I didn't mean to put two posts dealing with race back to back.That's just how it happened.

Sigh.............

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So if you haven't seen my bulletin on myspace,you probably don't know much about these two pictures.My school has to wear uniforms and to battle the dress code,a someone started a petition website.You just type your name and you can leave comments if you want.When looking through the signatures to see if i knew any of the people,i saw a few comments like the one above.You can read all about my feelings in the message below.It was actually a text i sent my friend Hannah Medina.Instead of writing all new stuff,i just copy and pasted from the pocket pc.I could go on and on and say some real philosophical shit,but i don't feel like it right now.I'm pretty heated.I put someone's name all in the picture,but i really don't give a fuck.If he got problems,i'll gladly give him my IP address lol.


"This fucking dress code petition.I've heard of it,but I was too lazy to visit it.So I went on there and "Anonymous" said all this stuff and blamed blacks and Mexicans for the dress code.And then you look up through other signatures and you see "I agree with anonymous".That's some pretty harsh stuff.I mean there is truth to this.But whatever the thing that makes me maddest about all that is when I go out in public,no matter how tight my jeans are,how nice my polo may be,no matter how proper my language is..I'm still associated with that.I'm not ashamed to be black,but at the same time I am.And everyone says "racism is dead".Bullshit!I went to Burleson yesterday and I could feel eyes burning holes in the back of my head because I was "out of place".It's sad that Dr.King and them died for the death of this,yet it's still thriving.I shouldn't have to be afraid to wear a shirt that has Obama's name or face on it because if the wrong person saw me,he might beat the shit out of me.Like,when is this gonna end.Why can't we all get along?Even though it's kinda cliché,that is a good question.And I want an answer."

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I lost my journal!I wrapped up my whole emo phase in the last entry.I'm good now.I know that life can't be perfect.Well,not yet.I'll be happy some day.You won't see any depressive stuff for a month or two.

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Are fucking kidding me???Is this guy serious???

I Swear..........Tupac Is Alive

Tupac Resurrected (MySpace Exclusive)

Amazing(Kanye West feat.Young Jeezy)

Amazing from kwest on Vimeo.

The Reeling(Passion Pit)

Passion Pit - The Reeling from Smoke My Tabaco on Vimeo.
My favorite unknown group at this time.I made the proclamation on April 8th that i would buy their new cd.Yes!Buy not bootleg.You should too.

KID CUDI - DAT KID FROM CLEVELDAND (MIXTAPE)

http://www.mediafire.com/?wqez2lagfnk

People Actually Buy These.

You have to be there in person to witness the true ugliness of these shoes.

100 Single Ladies

Where am I when stuff like this pops off?

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Trailer

Sweeeaaarrrr?!?!?!?!This seriously looks like the best of the series.Super hype for this movie.I'm such a nerd.

ROFL!!!!!!!!!

0:26 is like the best part."Vinny!Shut the fuck up!"
"God Mr.Grouchy pants."

A Loner In A Bubble Awaiting His Second Day Of Detox

I hear that the only way to solve a problem is to get to the source.I'm unhappy.That's such a broad statement.I'm unhappy because i feel alone.I'm always surrounded by people.Or so it seems.The people that surround me are nothing but mere characters taking part in the fairy tale that is The Developing Life of A Retarded Genius.Most have no use.They're just smiling faces on the page.But then there are some who help develope the story.The few who keep me going.The few who ensure that i see the sun rise and fall still to this day.I'm pretty mentally unstable.I've been millimeters away from doing some harmful stuff to myself,but these people......you get the point.So you're probably thinking "Delano,you've got people.You shouldn't be complaining."Yeah i got people,but I'm isolated from these people.It feels like I'm already in Hawaii.Already on my little island away from the big island(The United States).I remember a quote from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.Harry and Loony Luna Lovegood were talking in the woods one day and somehow they came up on the subject of Harry feeling lonely or some shit.He felt isolated from Ron and Hermione.Then Luna Lovegood said something along the lines of "Well if I were You-Know-Who,I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else.Because if it's just you alone you're not as much of a threat."Call me crazy,but i think if the devil makes me feel separated from everyone,I can't be much of a threat.Maybe the devil is putting these thoughts of separation in my head to bring me to my own destruction?People say that you can't get anywhere in this life without help.I'm always the first to give it,but the last to except it.Maybe the "problem" i have is simply because i hate taking hand-outs.I've been getting a lot of comments lately such as "You look like a ghost.You look lost.You never seem happy.Etc."Maybe if i just man up and tell people that i don't feel great these days,things will be better.That's what i do when i write in my journal and then post it on here.I'm talking about how i feel,but the thing is after I'm done writing,my mind feels empty....not eased.I feel better when i keep it bottled inside me,yet i want to pour it all out.But then i get scared of people's reactions,so i bottle it back up inside.And I'm back at GO.And i pass it.Land on luxury tax.No $200 for me.The first few turns were good,but as more and more houses and hotels and other obstacles are being built,i can feel the pressure.The pressure to succeed.The pressure to not fuck up.The pressure to creep right past the three houses on Boardwalk and collect my $200.But then i land on it.I count the board spaces until i reach the breaking point.Every space brings me closer to my destruction.I see it on the horizon and i can't do a damn thing about it.After prolonging the inevitable.....i reach my set destination.Then I'm broke.And as i sit to the side watching everyone else have fun buying up property.....i wonder why that can't be me.Why am i the only one who lands on Boardwalk?EVERYBODY else is landing on Baltic Avenue and Vermont Avenue.They get setback a few $100,but they toss the die and get back to making money.And i sit and watch and analyze why they are better than me.No,as of this moment.....I'm not out the game.....YET......I've got a few more turns to go.But i feel me getting broker and broker as each turn passes.The end is nearing.But isn't it always darkest before the dawn?When will my dawn come?It can't come faster if you ask me.So yeahh....what started all this "crazy" talk?It all started in the summer with step dad issues and real dad disappearances.Graduation of close friends.Then came August.Got into some girl friend problems between her parents and myself.Slaved my way through that relationship.Literally,i put that shit on MY back.Decided to get selfish and end the relationship.Best friend moves.And another.Dad's ass is nowhere to be found.Drama with golf.That's just brief peeps in and out of the last 10 months of my life.It can be broken down more,but I've done that enough.So then,i make this New Years declaration that life will be great in 09'.But it's just as bad as 08'.Well not really,but anyway.But on New Years,i decided i was gonna make this the best year of my life.Epic fail.Maybe the reason I'm unhappy is because i'm not living up to the sky high expectations I've set for this year.I started living by a motto lately which is "The Key To Happiness Is Low Expectations".Young,goofy Delano had 0 expectations.And he was happy.And then he grew up over a span of a few months and tried to see the world through grown up eyes.And then he became unhappy.Is there a connection there?If i lived like a carefree 7 year old,life would be grand.Correction:If i lived like a carefree 7 year old and my parents allowed it,life would be grand.I try to live carefree,but then i keep getting college brochures shoved in my face.I get hair show and band and golf commitments shoved down my throat because it looks good on a resume.I wish my resume could be a heart to heart talk to the company or college.Why do my accomplishments have to decide how great i am?Why does a fucking GPA or class rank justify my intelligence?Back when i was a kid,my teacher's gave us report cards,but most of that was judged on how we were as people.Not how we were according to the papers on their desk.Or a project you did over a period of three weeks.I miss those carefree grade school days.I would walk in and not have to think "Oh shit i didn't do the mountain of homework Ms.Bitch gave us.Now i gotta stress out about that.WHILE falling behind."Anyways......i'm done for today.Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow.

A Penny For A Loner's Thoughts?

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Why I Went Ghost On Yall

I had a dream the other day.It was trippy as hell(like all my dreams) and i don't remember much about it.But there is one part i remember vividly.I'm standing at a bus stop in some unknown,dark,gloomy city.Across the street from the mall.I have shopping bags all around my feet.There's an old lady sitting on the bench.She looks up at me.I give her the E.T. fingers,peace sign that i'm famous for.She looks and smiles.She has on shades.And a cane.I'm guessing she was blind.She then takes off the shades.After taking a hurtful glance into her cold desolate eyes,i quickly look away.I then realized how rude that seemed so i turned back and smiled.Then i thought outloud,"She's blind dumbass.She didn't notice."Whoops!She then says to me"How do you do young man?"Her voice was so chilling.It was old and crackly.Almost like the crypt keeper's.I swear i saw a cobweb hanging out her mouth.Anyways....I'm all like"I'm good.How are you?"She said"fine".This is where it gets weird.She looks down,or so it appears and she's like"nice shoes".The shoes aren't important.I start bugging out!I say to her,"Excuse me?I don't think i heard you right."She repeats,"Nice shoes".I then speak gibberish like words,but i think i said,"You're blind!How can you see my shoes?"Whatever.....Fast forward a moment or two and we're sitting on the bench talking.I don't remember the questions she was asking,but they were tough.I answer like they're no problem at all.But then she asks this one question that i didn't answer.She asks,"Young man,what do you wanna do with your life?I'm guessing doctor,lawyer.You're very intelligent."I look into her blind eyes and i start to answer.Open my mouth,nothing comes out.I know what i wanna say,but it keeps getting lost in translation.The rest is unimportant.It's crazy that it took a dream to tell me that i had no plan of action.No plan after high school.People always ask me what i be do when i grow up.I always say rich.Mind is hazy right now.That's why i took like a 9 day vacation.Still soul searching.

As I Em(Asher Roth)

As I Em - Asher Roth

Hoppipolla(Sigur Ros)

This song is a few years old,but it has to be one of my favorite right now.I heard it on the new "Earth" movie trailer.

There Will Be Tears(Mr.Hudson)

MR HUDSON "There Will Be Tears" Directed by: NABIL from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.

Drake's "So Far Gone"........A Must Download

Go to the site and look for the link on the right hand side.

http://www.octobersveryown.blogspot.com/

Fur In My Cap(Rob Roy)

Blogger Wouldn't Let Me Sign In These Last Few Days,But I'm Back........