looking forward

looking forward to graduation weekend. the liquor's calling my name!

sippin' on a lil' sumthin

wussup ya'll
sitting at the house washing all these damn clothes that i should've washed last week. i got off of work and was supposed to go to the club with my friend, but we just decided that we'd go on saturday when we got off of work. plus your boy is off on sunday, so yeah i'll be partying hard on saturday and praising the lord on sunday. don't judge me- if you gonna represent hard in the club you gotta represent hard for the lord- aiight! i just hate the fact that i'm gonna have to see all these fake ass people at church talking about, "boy how you been. i been asking about you." so they're just gonna lie like that in the house of the lord. they know damn well they haven't asked nobody about me; probably said some smart remark or gossipped or something, but at any rate...

i'm sitting up here drinking this bud light and i must admit that it's great! good and cold too- oooooowwwweeeee! i just took it out of the freezer. i was going to go to fort valley and party with them deltas but i decided to stay here and get some stuff out of the way for school. i don't feel like going tomorrow really but i gotta get all of this stuff out of the way for capstone. i promise you i'm gonna go have me some shots after my capstone presentation- (nikki tell ameer to gas the bug up cause we're riding out to warner robins).

i was watching comic view and this white guy was talking about red kool aid and how he had it for the first time and how he loved it etc. it was kinda funny.

i'm a little upset because i wasn't able to go to the douglass theater with my peeps from "da truth." i was really excited about it but i guess i'll have to catch up with them next time. thinking about capstone and the art expo and a bunch of other stuff. damn. my beer is empty. time to re-up.

peace and love
gkg

the matrix

i stayed in the matrix too long today and didn't get up in time to go to school. i wasn't really planning on going today anyway. needed some me time. a day to wrap up in my covers and just lay there in the bed- comfortable and calm, two things i haven't been in a long time.

was in the delta gent pageant yesterday. didn't win but had a great time. i know now that whenever there is a show of some sort, backstage is the place to be! we were laughing and acting a straight fool before we went on stage. it was crazy.

me an my booby took pictures yesterday. they came out really nice. you can see them by clicking here. we had a great photographer. i'm pleased with the end results.

i gotta leave you all early tonight though. capstone is calling!

peace and love
gkg

running full speed...in place

i must have too much work to do. that has to be the case because it seems like i can never get everything accomplished. i can sit here all day and tell you that it's not f*cking up my synapse, but honestly it is. after a while you'll be able to find my ass in the WIN lab laid out...lack of: sleep, food, free time, etc. but i guess you can say it's all going to pay off in the end. at least that's what i've been told. i think that i'm just anxious to get the hell out of fort valley. i love the place; but honestly, i've had enough of it. and i know that law school will have me stressed out even more than my senior year of undergrad, but i'll be so much closer to accomplishing my goal, not to mention i'll be in the A-town where there is much more to do than my soon to be alma mater can offer.

i am anxious to see what this new president is going to do with the university. he talks a good talk, but then again public speaking class can do that for almost anybody. but he's convinced me that he has good intentions for the university. can't talk bad about someone if they haven't done anything to give you a negative impression.

holloway has become my hemorrhoid. maybe that's a bad comparison because she's on my case, but in a good way. even though the class is leading to me becoming more knowledgeable and blah, the shit is stressing me out- really. i'll be alright though. i'll make it. will probably be one of the first people to present. that way, i'll be able to relax while everybody else is stressin and picking their nose, wondering what the hell they are going to do.

delta gent pageant tonight. that's gonna be funny. at least i think it will. there are some characters in this thing.

i gotta leave ya'll. so much shit to do, so little time.

peace and love
gkg

and the award goes to...

went to convocation today. our new president donated $100,000 on his mission to help rebuild from the inside out. time to put some salt on the slugs who had no reason being at my college in the first place. ignorance.

got a departmental award and my dad seemed like he was really proud. that made me feel good. i don't know why, but i live to make my dad smile. that guy would die for me today, just so i could live and accomplish my goals. i guess our relationship means so much to me because so many of my friends go without fathers; they don't know the man, could care less about whom he was or where he was or what he was doint and why he left. i would be a totally different person if pops wasn't around. i depend on him too much. and in return he expects a lot out of me. it's hard to reach the peak of my totem pole when dad keeps adding stuff on the top. but that's my motivation. everybody has something. that's mine.

i'm going to be in a pageant on tuesday. just a chance to have a little fun and get a break from that curse word- capstone. i've really been trying to stay focused but that shit will drive a man insane. all work and no play... i'm not going to go on anymore because the rest of this would probably turn into some BS. i'm getting sleepy.

just lost one

i try to stand untouched.
but i wonder why these
people do or don't love me so much.
do i deserve this mind i have
all of these thoughts and such?
hit the brake and the clutch.
sometimes it's hard to make a stop complete;
get a chance to enjoy everything around me

but you know some niggas ain't right;
black, asian, mexican, hispanic or white.
they say that all of our blood's alike,
but that's not quite
the way that i see it,
rather you will or you won't believe it,
i'm about to be on top
and that's not conceited.
see i'm a pitbull
in this world of cats,
and a mouse trap with cheddar cheese
for these stank ass rats.
they try to bite me,
because they don't like me;
can't break my confidence
so now they want to fight me.

how did this all come along?
i'm sitting here wondering where it all went wrong.
it's easy to fall apart,
and so hard to stay strong;
especially when,
people love what i create with a pen.
want to write to inspire one person
and do it over and over again.
and then come the foes,
all up on me like some groupies,
some hoes;
trying to fool me like they're my friends
when they're really pulling my toes.
so i choose to hold back,
should i counterattack?
but honestly they ain't even ready for that-
just let them ride my sack;
like these niggas are some women
and i'm the paramour,
but eventually i'll figure out
how to close the door.
and when i get that chance
i'll make sure that i finally lock it.
line all these niggas up
and light the string at the end of the rocket.

see there's a lot of people who honestly love me and you.
but take a moment and multiply that number times two;
and whatever you come up with,
that's your number of haters and,
it always seems like the product will be greater than.
and the more that i try
to be a good man.
they want to chop me off at the knees,
and bury me in the quicksand.
but i was never really the type
to take walks on different beaches.
so i make it my mission to get rid of all the leeches.
take that number of haters and then reciprocate it.
feeling like trey songs,
your boy just gotta make it.
and my mind capacity will never stand still.
educate myself with my friend lauryn,
while we chill and sit on hills.
i want to make my pops proud
because i'm his first son.
the haters might win some
but they just lost one.

a letter to the miseducated

i have encountered so many different people while working at my current occupation and just from being able to live. it's weird to see how others view me- you think that i'm a certain kind of way because of the way that i dress; but this is a part of my culture, part of the way i grew up. it's all that i know and i am proud of every part of it. you people are surprised to witness my use of correct language and "oh how amazing it is!" that i can make my subjects and verbs agree because that it's just unheard of!- right? my pants are so comfortable to me; and that's why i wear them the way that i do. i don't want my shirt to feel like a bra; and that's why it is an XL instead of a L. not to mention, i think i'm kind of fly. and if you don't know what i mean by fly, then i'll put it in terms that you could better understand. synonyms include: charming, refined, sophisticated, stylish, tasteful, handsome, graceful- do you get where i'm going now?

but i have no intentions of explaining myself to those who do not hunger to learn more about my character and personality or that of people who are mirror images of myself. if my appearance threatens you or causes you to feel uneasy, then i suggest that you turn the other way or possibly close your eyes and pray that i disappear before you open them again. sure, there are others who look like me who do some things that i don't even approve of; however, there are others like you who do even more things that i blatantly disapprove of, but nobody has stopped them from running the country or making inappropriate decisions that cause our economy to fall into the deepest craters know to man.

no, i won't rob you so don't lock your car door when i walk past your vehicle; and i'm not going to steal you purse so you can let it swing if that pleases you. imagine how that must feel to an ignorant person, the mirror image of yourself, knowing that another individual feels threatened just by their presence. feels like a sense of power and domination if you ask me. i, however, am an educated individual, so i smile at your ignorance. you see, you have just shown me that you feel threatened by me; and you think that i sell drugs because i drive a lexus and you can hear my radio from around the corner. i can only laugh. you are so miseducated! but i don't expect you to understand me. i'm a complicated person but in your eyes i am so shallow- the edge of the ocean that you just put you feet in to get them wet. you are so incorrect. the depths of this human mind grow each and every day. educated...educating...on the rise.

it's not that i don't like you. i smile at you. i'm just proud of me, proud to be where i am and have the ability the imagine what you are imagining about me. regardless of what you think or believe, i still love me. always have, always will. educate yourself. make a change.

peace and love
gkg

hanging by the strings

tell me why i almost lost my job today? and what's so bad about it is that i was working hella hard, trying to make everything go good for everybody else because i was already having a good day.

the scenario: i walk over to the tobacco center to assist in pulling orders. the general manager, janitor, team leader, and another person are already over there. i am trying to see where the orders start so i can start where they left off. the next customer, a indian or arab (one of those patels if you know anything about that family name) says she was next. she gives me a list with some scritch scratch one there that looks like her damn dog wrote it and goes, "you need to get this so i can go. don't have a lot of time." i just shook my head and went into the cigarette cage to decipher these hieroglyphics she just handed me. i found all of them except for the marlboro ultra lights. this hoe told me that she wanted the soft pack but we only had them in the box. i told her this and this bitch had the nerve to say, "i've got them here before and i know that ya'll have them so you need to go get them. go!" my response (while my manager is standing beside me): hold on, you are not going to talk to me any kind of way because first of all you don't know me and i'm over here trying to help you! so i suggest you calm your nerves before we have a bad situation over here ma'am!" so i walked back to the back to get myself together and my manager came back there and rubbed my shoulder. he said, "don't let these people get to you greg. they don't understand what we go through." so i gave him the list and let him deal with her because i was about to need a get out of jail free card.

needless to say, i was pissed for the next hour or so, and my team leader was cracking up, telling everybody how i was about to cut the strings and let the dogs out on her ass. they made me laugh though and cheered me up. feels good to have good people around.

i took a nice, hot bath to calm my nerves and bring it all back in focus. washed those clothes that i had lying around all week and put on my anthony hamilton cd. pass me over- "if you catch me dreaming, please don't wake me till i'm done just leave me sleeping till the morning comes." tomorrow awaits me. gonna be a good day. my love for myself, my love for others won't allow it to be any other way- but i will put a fucker back in line- maintain your lane got dammit! :0)

deuces.
gkg