Not the f*$^ing bathroom!!!!

Last night, roomates had this MASSIVE kegger. What I was told was that they were going to have a party for their friend's 19th birthday party. Now, in my logical mind I am thinking: "Ok, a party...that's cool. It shouldn't be that bad" Little did I know that this party would turn out to be an all out f-ing BEERFEST/Orgy! Ok...not really an orgy, but it was just as dramatic. Not only were they ridiculously loud due to the fact that there were 50+ people in my bloody house, but they were SCREAMING BLOODY EFFING MURDER! Also, if I heard them play that damn Soulja Boy song one more damn time, I was going to snap.

I have a ton of homework/papers due on Monday, so that's what I was doing for the majority of this little shindig. Rob and I were sitting and watching movies and I was doing my TON of homework. All of a sudden, some dude just WALKS IN MY ROOM! He looks up and asks, "Is this the bathroom?" My immediate reaction is to get mad and ask, "Bitch, do you see a toilet?!?" He then apologizes and walks out. Now, this would have been one thing if this had been an isolated incident. I am not a completely irrational person (contrary to what Rob will tell you), but I got really pissed off at about midnight when the literally, 20TH PERSON DID THIS MESS! Also, according to my roomate who was throwing the party: she told people not to use our bathroom because IT'S NOT HERS.

So just to recap: I was in my room with my significant other doing homework with the door shut. It was about 8 PM when the first person walked into my bedroom or banged on the door loud as all hell. THIS MESS CONTINUED UNTIL MIDNIGHT (after I had cussed everyone out and had gone to bed with the S.O.) Eventually, I had to put a sign on my bedroom door that said in BIG, bold letters: 'NOT THE F*$KING BATHROOM!!!!!!!' This was regardless of the fact that this is Carolyn and I's bathroom. I'm not completely wrong for getting mad, am I?

Then they must have gotten a noise complaint from someone, because our super old security guard who never gets out of his chair for anything was all of a sudden at our door with cops AND back-up. By then, Rob and I are in the bed asleep and my roomate comes downstairs and is LOUDLY knocking on my door (after I've been cussing everyone out all night for the same reason) and goes, "Elan, you're 21, Art is at the door. Come talk to him." My response was an emphatic, "No. I'm f**king sleeping." and I shut the door.

By now, it's pretty likely that my roomate's friends who didn't already know me do not like me very much right now. What's sad is that I don't really care because: MY ROOM IS NOT THE F--KING BATHROOM!!!!!

Little Angel

Last week, I talked about the drawing Rob did while I was asleep. This is it. My hair looks massive, and I'm frowing like hell, but I love it. He does some of the sweetest things when I'm not paying attention. He'll be here tomorrow (inside head: YAY!). Well, this week is midterms so you all know where I've been. I have a HUGE Spanish exam on 4 chapters and it's already killing me. I'm so ready for bed.

Yay! Let's perpetuate more stereotypes!!!

So, my second post ever on this blog was about the color complex in the black community. Lo and behold: I saw this mess on Facebook. Some idiotic promoter in Detroit decided that he wanted to host a party where light-skinned women got in free and according to him this was to be a them over the next few weeks like "Sexy Chocolate" and "Sexy Caramel" parties where women of these shades got in for free. What kind of mess is this?!? Am I the only one who is wondering why they made the light skin party first in line? Hmmm....

This is a portion of the story from the Detroit News:

DETROIT -- A local DJ and party promoter retreated Thursday from a plan to sponsor a bash that would let "light-skinned" black women into a downtown club for free.

But the "Light Skin Libra Birthday Bash" at Club APT on Woodward Avenue turned out to be a bashing -- of promoter Ulysses "DJ Lish" Barnes after word of the unusual party spread on the Internet.

"I made a mistake," Barnes said. "I didn't think there would be a backlash."

Barnes, who said he's been a party promoter for six years, canceled the event.

He said he has gotten angry calls and e-mails from around the country about the party.

"I didn't mean to offend anyone," he said. "I had planned a party for other shades (of black women). We were going to take a shade of color each week. Next week was going to be a party for 'Sexy Chocolate' and the week after that 'Sexy Caramel.' "

BTW-Just for the record: This last quote is quite possibly the most ignorant thing I've ever read.

The rest of the story can be found here: http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071012/METRO/710120405

Cutting People Off: Kick Rocks!!!

I've realized over time that there is no hope for certain people. This epiphany is relegated to former friends who have become so selfish or ignorant that they simply don't deserve my kindness, pity, or friendship any longer. There is too much drama and bulls%&t in my life to deal with other people's mess. I'm actually going to listen to Rob on this one and start cutting people off and to quote him: "Kick rocks and blow bubbles...out the ass!"

Because of what is going on with my health, I don't feel the need to waste time on people that I know wouldn't do anything for my family when things get worse. It's complicated to think about all the 'what-ifs', but at this point it's necessary. I know quite a few people who do this 'friend base maintenance' every 6-8 months. It's a good idea. It takes a bit of introspection and a bit of coldness, but when you're one of those people with a lot of acquaintances; it's necessary. I like being able to know who is dependable and who is not. It just makes life easier. So to those who will be getting cut off: Sorry, but you're a waste of my effort and time. KICK ROCKS!

Things that make me say Oooohweeee...

You all know I loooove some big men, but this was TOO much, even for me. This guy set it off; all I could say while watching this video was, "Go on Big Boy! What you gonna do?!?!" The Fat Man Hiproll that some of my male friends did a couple of years back has nothing on this guy. The ripples and rolls jiggling on him just made my night (haha). Anyway, enjoy this deliciousness *SMH*

BTW: Mentirosa and Freak-a-Leek are some of my favorite songs, so this was really a great video to me (1:10 FTW)

It's Saturdaaaaay!

Which mean's it's time for this weeks- "Creepiest F-in' Thing"!!!!! Yaaaaaay!!!!

His Art, Our Happiness, Our Love

Now, it's pretty common knowledge that my better half is a VERY talented artist. He has done some sketches just because he was bored that were absolutely AMAZING! When I was on Jeroen's blog and just catching up with the cartoons that I've missed; I came across this one.

Immediately, it made me think back to a few months ago. I was feeling very sick and was in a lot of pain and I asked Rob to pause with what he was drawing and get me my various medications, which of course he did. All of the medications combined made me very sleepy and eventually the muscle spasms and pain subsided and I drifted off to sleep.

Later in the day, I finally realized that Rob had his nose in his sketchbook for literally, hours. This isn't that out of the norm, but he had completely zoned out while he was doing so (wasn't responding to what I was talking about or was just giving me hmm's and ok's). Now, I know how he is when he's really concentrating so I left him alone and made dinner. We ate, showered, and went to bed...or so I thought. I fell into a deep sleep, but woke up in the middle of the night to see Rob still awake and sketching furiously. Once again, I left him alone because sometimes his talent gets the best of him and he just needs to concentrate and work.

A few days later he told me that he had something to show me. I said ok, and came to where he was sitting. He opened his sketchbook and turned it towards me so I could see the drawing. My jaw literally dropped, he had been sketching me while I was asleep the entire time. It was absolutely gorgeous...and then I realized that the things you love the most are the ones that you put that much effort and time into. Once when we were just beginning to date exclusively, Rob called me his inspiration and I laughed it off. That drawing is what made me realize that he was serious. This cartoon makes me think of that...how we express ourselves without saying a word as well as how much effort we put into a labor of love.

Feeeeelings

Rob was saying last week that he feels ignored and that I've been cold lately. Thic comic made me think about him and giggle at the same time. Sorry, babe! Please go check out Jeroen's work. He's one of THE MOST talented people I've ever had contact with. The Happysad series from above is my FAVORITE! Real posts are scheduled for tomorrow, PROMISE!