This eagle knows what's up.

Dedicated to C. Breezy, in honor of his bowling vid that I posted before.

… What? I saw this and thought of that video.
That and I found this immensely funny. Seriously.

This eagle kinda reminds me of my friend, Nilson, too. Because the way the eagle is posed is exactly the same way he walks when he’s pissed off. All big and tough and shit.

I’ll have a relevant post for y’all later.

… Promise.

No, seriously. Who bowls?
Besides old people.

But, on the real, it’s nice to see him out living his life. If Rihanna can get passed from man to man, go clubbing like a straight stripper and drink to her heart’s content, then who’s to say Chris can’t go… bowling, with his manfriends.

If you can’t tell, I’m still stuck on the idea that he’s bowling. BOWLING, for chrissake. It’s not even something cool, like basketball. Nah, me and my boys are gonna BOWL.

Before anyone asks me why I’m going hard at this boy for bowling, I have a personal vendetta against the “sport”. I used to bowl all the time when I was in elementary school and I guess I got sick of it. Now even the word throws me into fits of aslkfhdlsghlskghslhfgdlsfgdlkfhgg*ANGRYKEYMASHING*.

Anyway.

I know somebody is gonna have something to say about me “advertising for him” on my blog, so I’mma just say right now.

Hi, haters!

That was kinda me yesterday.

I re-read yesterday’s post and realized that it doesn’t TOTALLY make sense.

So I’ll tell y’all about today and clarify yesterday for you.

Yesterday, I didn’t mention this when I blogged, but David, my precious, precious little young’in halfbreed, got into a fight with this kid named Bradley.

Even though David is shorter than me, kid’s a tank. Seriously. He’s a football player and has like, muscle to spare. Anyway.

I’m not gonna go into detail, but David won. The cops were called by some snitch aaaaand they had to have chats with David.

Basically, if he gets in trouble again he could be on probation.

So I saw him after school today, and lemme tell you something about David and I. I love that kid, platonically speaking.
Like I’ve said before, he’s shorter than me, about 5″1, and the most adorable thing since Winnie the Pooh. And he’s funny as all get-out.

Naturally, I was worried about him. I asked him what happened and he tells me basically everything I’ve told you, save a few details.

I’m pretty glad he’s okay, no major injuries, but the last thing I want is to deal with another friend in trouble with the law.

D was at our school again today. I don’t freaking get why, seeing as she switched schools for the longest time. And she was sooooo happy about switching school.
“Oh, she’s just there to visit friends.” Makes sense, in a way.
Except she lives in the complex with us, so she can just freaking see them after school.

If you’re in such a rush to leave the school, why keep coming back?

Anyway, anyway. I talked with my best friend since kindergarten, Angelina, last night about D and what to do with her.
Angie basically said: ignore her. She’s a nineteen-year-old trying to pick a fight with a sixteen-year-old. That’s sad and pathetic and she should be more worried about her education than me.

I’ve got mad love for Angie.

So I did. I ignored her pretty much the entire time.
And I’m damn glad I did. Girl’s a straight bitch, if you’ll excuse my language.

And I realized that I don’t need to be friends with all my friends’ friends ( Confusing sentence. ) to be happy and chill with them.

I honestly feel a lot better realizing that now.

Lemme start from the beginning.

So there’s this girl I hang out with. We’ll call her D. D and I used to be cool, right? Like, we’d have each other’s backs and stuff like that.

But recently, she’s been badmouthing me every chance she gets and putting me down left right and center.
And I’m not exactly sure why.

I think back and I cannot possibly find anything that I’ve done wrong to her to make her act like this with me.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that she’s just one of those people who hate it when the attention of the people around them shifts to someone other than themselves.

You know, an attention whore who doesn’t have the spotlight anymore.

But enough about that. What really pissed me off was today.

Today we’re all walking home. We being Dennick, Soqui, Reva, Ramiah, Charles, Daeshawn, me and D. I’m chatting away with Reva and Ramiah in the back, she’s further up with Daeshawn and Soqui, Dennick and Charles are waaaaay in the front and walking together.

Everything’s cool at that moment because she doesn’t have to talk to me and I don’t have to look at her crusty-ass monkey face.

We end up at my house, which is the way things usually end up. Reva and Ramiah start roasting Daeshawn on his fat-ass girlfriend and the three of us (Reva, Ramiah and me.) are laughin’.

Earlier on, I made a crack about him being upset because his girlfriend is a whale. So maybe he just wanted to get back at me, I dunno.

But this bitch-ass nigger goes to D and starts whispering in her ear some next stuff about my dog, Dion, needing to escape from my house and me and all this other bullshit.

Right in front of my face.

I pretended to be ignoring their fucking display right there on my front lawn and got to joking with Reva and Ramiah some more. But I always pay attention (Subtlely.) when people are fucking looking my way and laughing.

Daeshawn is a story, too. He’s so fucking two-faced. He’ll be going on and on about how he just wants to be friends with me and all this bullshit, but then he’ll stand their and make fun of me with me around.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

I’m so beyond pissed right now, you guys. It’s ridiculous.

*sighh* I’m sure I’ll get over it shortly. I’ve got a few thoughts to comfort me, though:

1. Neither Daeshawn or D are very intelligent, while I’m referred to as “The Walking Encyclodepia”.
2. Being consistently kicked out of school and failing classes doesn’t really lead you to a good future, Daeshawn and D. I’m just sayin’.

It may sound low-down and bitchy, but that’s JUST how pissed off I am right now.

Wow.

And you think you know someone.

If you’ll excuse me, I see a piece of ravioli with only two shoe prints on it… three!

Okay there, Smiles McGee.

I’m jus’ poppin’, bitch. What’s your beef?