school's IN

and that means this blog is out for the summer! it's a drastic measure but my work load is a bit more than i expected. dont know why since a semester-long course is condensed into 6 weeks. for some reason i thought summer school was gonna be EASY. logic fail. ANYWAY, as i was unable to do daily posts while having no classes it's less likely i'll even post weekly. with that said, you can still follow a micro verson of inverted reflection on twitter (my twitter page actually has nothing to do with this blog).  but if you absolutely must keep tabs on this crazy girl, just add me: @a_banger 

twitter is probably the other reason my posts are so infrequent here. LAZY! whatever, see you in the Fall (maybe and if so, infrequently still). sorry, i love you all dearly but grad school is not happy fun time. 

i just want it to be over

ok, i am so over 2009. it's not the worst year ever but im not a fan. 2009, i am done with you. come on, 2010!

alumni giving

Do you give back to your alma mater? I remember being hit up for funds the day of my graduation. The begging came in the form of a "charge" to the class of 2008. June 30 was the last day to donate to Spelman for the fiscal year. Supposedly, the private school recieves federal funding based on how much alumnae give. I have not verified the validity of this statement.Sometimes I feel a little bad that I don't give but then I remember my dad is still paying my tuition so there is their gift. Once I'm out of grad school and somewhat established, I'll set aside some yearly funds for good old Spelman College. What about you?

"grandpa"

"grandpa" is an actual grandpa. i know, GROSS but he's my buddy. we met over a month ago at the bar in Friday's by my job. he sent me a drink and kept looking at me and i was like "who is this old ass man?" i guess he saw that i shared that one drink with my "friend" so he comes over an introduces himself and im like "you have to know how old i am". im talkin shit. cant tell you what and he offers us a shot of whatever we want. i think he's on that bullshit so i say patron which i know was on time $18 in ATL. i need to think of a more expensive shot because that has yet to call any dude's bluff plus i dont know how much it costs here. he gets one from each of us and then for some reason we start taking pics. he asks me to email him the one of the two of us and gives me his business card. i get a text sayin "thanks for the pic" and a couple weeks pass. 

i see him again at the same location. and he wants to know why im acting like i dont know him and im like, "because i dont; not like you called me". we shoot the shit, he buys us more drinks, promises to take me out, and goes to his part time job. yes, he drinks WITH his supervisor before going to work. i find that so funny. anyway it's two more times that i see him before we actually go anywhere. finally, we meet for dinner and it's still early so we go see a movie and it's still sort of early so we went to his place and watch a terrible but somewhat amusing movie. from that night on we've been chill buddies. i went to some birthday party with him for one of his friends' wives, ive been over his house quite a few times and one time he cooked for me, and of course we've been back to the bar together. i found out he was staring at me that first time because i was in "his" seat and that he liked me because he liked my dimples and my hair (my hair was natural then). he's cool or whatever and really nice but he is a grandpa! and not no regular grandpa. he is 43 and his 16-year-opd daughter has a baby. can you say "parenting fail"? he says he had nothing to do with it because she stays with the ex-wife and blah blah blah but my thing is you see her often enough (he's no deadbeat, she just got custody to be an asshole). but whatever. i cant even take his side on anything because i dont know the facts. he claims she cheated and he left. and here is the kicker, this man is not even divorced. he's been separated for 4 years. i was PISSED when he told me that last week. YOU ARE STILL MARRIED, go away. he doesnt consider himself married but i do so we can be friends or whatever but that's it. 

T in DC

finally got up with Ms. T from Tea and Such. still mad her girls flaked on her but whatever. so anyway. after fighting 5 blocks of completely senseless traffic and parking 3 blocks away from our destination. i spot T infront of the worst McDonalds in the city. ok, thats not fair, arguably the one in Adams Morgan or just about any one in DC could be in contention for that but whatever. i stand whole heartedly by the one not too far from my house that one day did not have any FRIES that one time is the worst in MD, but i digress. 

so we're going to Station 9, what i thought was a decent restaurant by day that turned into an upscale lounge by night. at least that was my experience in the past. last time i was there, the restaurant was open and i chilled briefly on the upper level where there was ample seating. this visit, the lower level was cleared out (as best they could with restaurant furniture lining the walls). what was once a 25 and older chill spot became reminiscent of some of the spots i thought i left behind in undergrad (didnt help that there was a strong ATL presence among other non-DC folk). anyway, the drinks were overpriced yet at the same time pretty typical for DC when there are no bar specials (i think ive been spoiled by constantly scoping those out), and the first DJ was the height of wacktivity. the second DJ did decently, however could not compensate for 1.) the lack of...i dont even know what is required to be a good DJ because there really arent many so i dont know what he was lacking but he lacked it BIG TIME and 2.) the age and appearance of almost everyone around me. some people were wearing 80s prom dresses found in the junior's section of Macy's. others were scantilly clad in makeshift outfits that i couldnt even pretend would be cute if they fit. really not my crowd. but enough complaints about the venue. 

we made it work. T is really cool, REALLY funny (in case you somehow did not know that from reading her blog), and pretty. should have taken pics but my camera is just the worst and my phone is new with no memory card so i wouldnt be able to store any pics. i'm sure T will have far more to say than i about this night, along with details of her other adventures on this trip. 

this weekend

friday-

ocean city (beach) w/ my niece

gained a sister-in-law *yay big bro*- finally proposed to his gf

saturday-

chill day over my sis' house: pedi; played a little rockband.

FINALLY met T. i must tell you about that in the next post. 

went to "grandpa's" and fell asleep. have to tell you about him after the T post. 

sunday-

breakfast @ grandpa's

lunch w/ grandpa @ Kobe (hibachi spot)

both MJ concert and the Jacksons at the same time w/ grandpa

it was a good weekend. 

michael

I don't need to add a last name because you already know. The greatest mike ever passed away yesterday and although I'm at the beach I have to acknowledge that. My introduction to music and a pioneer and influence for pretty much any artist out, he will be missed. His reach was cross-cultural and multi-generational. I have fond memories and a major one I'm left with is being called into the family room or my parents' bedroom to watch any and everything featuring that man. I say I'm a solange and other famous people stan but first, I was a real Michael stan. Feel free to leave whatever positive message in the comments. This post may serve as an outlet if you need it. Michael was not Aaliyah's age but I still feel her was "Gone Too Soon". On a lighter note *in ricky bobby voice* "thriller michael is my favorite".