What's up everybody!
It is that time again: Friday Rap Up.
But this time is different because you submitted topics and voted on which one you wanted for today's F.R.U.
Over 50% of you wanted to know what I had to say about Michael Vick's recent controversy.
Before you view the video, I'd just like to say that I wanted to believe Vick at first when he said he didn't know what was going on at his house in VA. I figured he had some "hood" friends that were trying to make money by doing bad things while he was away, but when he confessed, all hope got shot to hell.
Remember the "dumb jocks" back in high school? Well see, if they're good enough, they go to the NFL. Got millions of dollars, yes; got smarter, sadly no. I guarantee that Michael Vick has just placed a new stereotype out there for all black men with pit bulls. (Secretly, I bet he's fighting those dogs.) Thanks Vick, black folks really needed another stereotype. No really, we did. Thanks.
Now why you wanna go and do that huh?
Friday, August 31, 2007
Friday Rap Up - Mike Vick You Ain't Slick
Posted by Tracie Mae at 4:32 AM 15 comments
Labels: dog fighting, Michael Vick
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I got tagged...again.
Mahogany tagged me, so here we go...
The rules are self explanatory. Elaborate on the word(s) in bold lettering below.
Accent – It depends on who I'm talking to and how they talk. My mom is in Mississippi so when I'm talking to her I'm country as hell. When I talk to my peeps in Chicago, though, I'm straight up saying "pop" (soda) and "cah" (car).
I Don't Drink - Brown drinks. Ya'p, I discriminate. I think it started when I would go to the state fair in Mississippi; when you buy a drink at the fair you just get a cup (no lid). In Mississippi at night the bugs are big and crazy, so if it's dark outside and your drink was dark too you wouldn't be able to tell if any bugs were in there. So I quit dark drinks all together.
Chore I Hate – Dusting. My old roommate used to force me to dust my TV. I'd be like, dang, I didn't know those people were white on Desperate Housewives, teehee.
Pets – I have two big dogs, Diamond and Armani. My mother has custody right now, but I have frequent visitation.
Essential Electronic – the Sidekick. I heart texting.
Perfume/Cologne – Anything Beyonce endorses. I know, I know, I'm a dweeb.
Gold or silver – Both (not at the same time)
Insomnia – Ever since I started school I don't get sleepy until 3 am. But sometimes I'm up working on projects until the morning light.
Job Title – Student. I ain't got no job maaaan! ©Martin
My Most Admired Trait – I guess people like that I'm silly. I've been silly my whole life.
Kids – I want 3 kids. I want an odd number so there can be that crazy middle child, they make the family fun and dysfunctional at the same time.
Religion – I believe in God, but I haven't been to church since I attended a service where P. Diddy's former sidekick, Ma$e, was the preacher. Maybe he scared the be-Jesus outta me! (ba-doom-doom-ching) [Mase's church]
Siblings – none. Well, some half siblings. Papa was a rolling stone.
Time I wake up - I don't have any morning classes this quarter so I usually don't get up until around 10:30 or 11am. Remember I don't go to bed until 3am or later.
Unusual talent/skill – I think I'm pretty good at impersonating people. But that's still to be determined.
Vegetable I refuse to eat – Maybe asparagus. I've never had it, but it doesn't look all that great.
Worst habit – eating salt; I don't know why I crave it sometimes, I just do.
X-rays – I've had dental Xrays, and chest Xrays once (I hurt myself in cheer practice).
My favorite meal – Meal? Uhm, I don't know. I love hotdogs. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
Let the tagging continue. I tag Tania (got you back) and Mer.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 9:48 PM 3 comments
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
You know you're ghetto when...
Have you ever received that email forward that has a random list of "ghetto" stuff and you're supposed to calculate how "ghetto" you are? Well, I've received that email a lot (should I be offended?) and I always thought one of the "ghetto-isms" was funny as hell. You know the one that says, "You've never been to the dentist." At the time I was with "the ex" and he had never been to the dentist EVER in his whole life. So when I read that in the email, it rang true.
But I almost ghetto-fied myself because, before today, I hadn't been to the dentist in 4 years. Ya'p, my last dentist visit was in 2003 in Charlotte, NC. I remember it vividly because I had gone in for a routine cleaning, but came out with swollen gums, numbness, and new metal in my mouth. See, when the doctor checked my x-rays he noticed 2 huge cavities that were extremely close to hitting nerves (which would've meant 2 root canals). I didn't have time to even think about anything because before I knew it, he'd reclined my chair, handed me some headphones, and started the drill. It wasn't bad though; he'd given me the novacaine shot (twice) so I couldn't feel anything. And I never got the routine cleaning I went in for.
When I received a coupon in the mail a couple of weeks ago for a dentist's office around the corner ($39 for cleaning, xrays, and initial consult with the doc), I had to take the deal. I'd been experiencing pain while eating sweets for months and assumed I had about 3 cavities in various spots. I got a really thorough cleaning by an extra talkative, but nice, hygenist (she said it would've costed me about $300 because it was not a normal cleaning). My really cute doctor, Dr. Jimmy, got even cuter when he told me my teeth looked great on the xrays. He did his little check (nothing compared to that damn cleaning) and that was it. I paid my $39 and left the office without ever mentioning the pain I've been having.
My friend Chrissy said I should've told Dr. Jimmy about my pain because the xrays could've missed something. In retrospect, I should've. I was just so excited for a dental visit to go well, I wanted to believe that nothing was wrong. I'm gonna give my mouth some time to heal; I'll go back and tell Dr. Jimmy to hurt me...hurt me so good.
With Dr. Jimmy as my dentist, I'll never go "ghetto" again.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 8:42 PM 6 comments
Making the Band FINALE!!!
Alright, alright, the Making the Band 4 Finale recap!!
I was disappointed off top when I found out the show was live. I just don't like live finale shows because of how they wait until the very last second to reveal anything, but the host, Sway, calmed my nerves when he announced that Diddy would be making cuts throughout the show.
With 10 guys still in the running they broke up into 2 groups of 5 for little "competitions." For the first round each group sang the New Edition hit If it isn't love. In the first group DeAngelo was on point. In the second group Jeremy did well (better than I thought he would - I was never a fan of his). After this round, though, Diddy had to cut someone. And after a speech about the unlucky person being "better as a solo artist," Dyshon was cut.
Round 2 had the fellas singing the ballad version of the song they've been singing all season (no, not End of the Road) called Exclusive. Donnie was playing the keys (which I had no idea he could do) and the teams performed. Once again DeAngelo was flawless in the first group; I'm giving the second group star to Brian H. He hit a note somewhere in there that was so high and wonderful that I made the ole listening to good gospel music scrunchy face (you know how your face gets ugly when you listen to good music). But Diddy apparently wasn't impressed because Brian H. was the second guy to be cut.
After a random performance by Yung Joc and an awkward interview with Danity Kane about who Diddy treated worse, the guys or the girls, it was time to pick the band.
In pure Diddy fashion, he blurted out that he'd just decided he was picking 5 guys, not 4. He picked Robert first (please note, one of my picks). Next was Willie (I sure know how to pick 'em huh?) Okay, this is where things got weird. The next picks were Brian A. and Qwanell. Uhm, okay. And Big Mike was the "last, but not least" guy.

At this point everyone was celebrating, jumping up and down, hugging and damn near crying everywhere. When the camera panned over to Sway for last words, he looked down at someone who looked like a producer or teleprompter guy telling him something he needed to make known. But that damn Diddy was listening and told Sway not to say it because he had another announcement.
When I watched the After Show online Sway announced that Donnie had been voted the "Fan Favorite." I think after Diddy heard the producer guy say who won the fans' vote, he had to think fast and offered Donnie a deal just like that. I'm not sure if Donnie, although he was one of my picks for the band, would make a strong solo artist - dude those dance moves, uhm.
The after show was more interesting than the Finale. We got to catch up with Carlos and his girl who is about to drop their baby any day. Sway didn't ask her if tests were still showing that the baby would have Down Syndrome. I guess he was scared to ask the hard hitting questions on live internet. We met everybody's parents, girlfriends, and wives. I didn't know Brian A. was married, and Willy's girl was cute (I read online that she is also his baby mama). Ya'p, we met pretty much everyone EXCEPT Robert's girl JUNE. The girl that he argued with all season over jealousy issues was NOT present. Hmmmm, I wonder what went down there? And of course, Sway didn't ask. I don't think Sway even watched the damn show.
Next season we'll get to watch the guys making their album (including Donnie and his solo project) and hopefully drama will ensue, even though they all act friendly and whatnot.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 1:12 AM 8 comments
Labels: making the band finale
Monday, August 27, 2007
A Dominican saved my life.
So we all know that I've been dealing with uncontrollable hair nappage lately. It's been highly inappropriate and almost offensive. Yesterday my scalp started hurting because even it is tired of the naps.
Here's the proof:
I had heard that Dominican salons do great African American hair and most are open on Mondays. Last night I did some research online and found out that most people think Lilly's Hair Salon is the place to go in Atlanta for Dominican treatment. I left my house at 11:15 this morning and got to the shop in Norcross in about 25 minutes. When I signed in I noticed that every hairdresser was of hispanic descent except this one lady in the back. She was a black woman with a red and black weave who looked to be the outcast of the group. I didn't want her. I know that sounds bad, but why go to a Dominican shop to have a black lady do my hair. I looked at the sign in sheet and noticed that a lot of people had requested Ada. After asking the lady at the desk which one was Ada (and that she wasn't homegirl), I requested her too.
When she pulled me back for a wash, I told her that I needed a relaxer. She looked through my hair and called another girl over to translate that my color looked too new and that I would have to wait 4 more weeks for a relaxer to be safe. I did my color a month ago; waiting 4 more weeks would mean NO relaxer for 12 weeks! That's unheard of. I went ahead with the wash and set though because in some of the reviews I'd read online people were saying because of the Dominican hair salons they were never going to relax again. I didn't know how she was gonna do it, but I just hoped Ada could work her magic and get my hair as straight as could be without chemicals.
She put a treatment on my hair (don't know what it was; it smelled just like regular hair grease from back in the day) and sat me under the dryer for maybe 15 minutes. It was then that I realized that "homegirl" that I didn't want to do my hair wasn't black, she was Dominican too. She was espanoling all over the place. I activated the shun on myself because I had prejudged. Damn me!
So in the end, I found out that Dominicans almost style like the Eygptians back home in Chicago (shout out to Osama's!) except Dominicans roll your hair first (I hate sitting under the dryer) and at Osama's in Chicago they just blow you dry. After the sitting under the dryer for an hour (damn you thick hair), Ada used a blowdryer on extra, EXTRA high heat and a regular brush and straightened my hair. She got the naps in the front, on the side, them beebees in the back, everywhere!
My hair isn't bone straight on the edges but considering the fact that I was NAPolean Dynomite three hours prior, I'm very pleased. AND it was only $38! (I know, I thought that was a random price too, maybe that grease treatment she gave me costed $8.) I don't exactly know how long this blowed straight style is supposed to keep the nappagery at bay, but I'm planning on going back in two weeks for another round.
Ta-Daaaaaa:
Posted by Tracie Mae at 3:09 PM 11 comments
Labels: dominican hair salon, nappy hair
Sunday, August 26, 2007
In other news...
YOU CHOOSE NEXT FRIDAY'S RAP UP!
For this Friday's Rap Up the voting between Tania Rochelle's little dog Fay and Micheal Vick is really tight (Isn't that ironic?). Fay has a slight lead on Vick though. This is gonna be a good one folks. Vote!
TV TONIGHT
Diddy is picking the band, Big Brother nominations, and Big Love's season Finale airs. WATCH!
RANDOM
I lost four pounds this week! I didn't blog about my visit to the "weight-loss doctor" but I should have because it was funny. The Doc told me it was a good thing that I didn't have to worry about ugliness because he couldn't fix that. He said most people are overweight AND ugly (I guess one outta two ain't bad) and in my case we just need to get the weight off. I wonder what kind of pep talk he gives to the ugly folks? OPERATION BE BEYONCE is in full effect.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 2:07 PM 7 comments
It's crunch time.
People that don't go to PC don't seem to understand how heavy a workload I have. They get mad when I won't stop what I'm doing to go see them, offended when I refuse to talk to them on the phone for hours and hours, and highly upset when I won't let them come over to "chill" when I gots work to do. Frankly my people, I don't give a damn. I wrote a myspace blog almost a year ago telling folks that I'm on a journey and it's up to them to be there when I get back (or not).
Yeah, it all may sound like arts and crafts to you, non PC-goer. But to me, it's so much more than that, and much more difficult than you could ever imagine. So don't take my work ethic as avoidance or selfishness (Isn't it more selfish for you to want me to stop working to be with you?), take it for what it is: hardwork.
If you can't stand the heat, please get out of my kitchen (with the quickness).
Posted by Tracie Mae at 1:35 PM 2 comments
Labels: classes, portfolio center, work
Friday, August 24, 2007
Friday Rap Up - My naps won't quit
I've been in Atlanta for about 2 years now. It's the 6th state I've lived in and the only state where I haven't been able to find a good hairdresser. I've been to like 10 beauticians (maybe more) across the metro area (expensive, cheap, ghetto, etc) to no avail. I'm not afraid to ask people with cute hair who styled them, but it seems stylists out here can't ever get my hair right. I always come out of the shop looking like I could've done my doobie at home.
*A doobie (also known as a roller wrap) is when your hair is set in rollers, then styled.*
I'm tempted to drive 3 and a half hours away to Charlotte and hit up my old stylist. Shame, huh?
Enjoy the nappagery!
SUBMIT YOUR TOPIC FOR NEXT WEEK'S FRU (Friday Rap Up)
Tonight at midnight will be the cut off for FRU topic submissions for next week's rap. So go to the entry post and let me know what you wanna hear. Voting will begin tomorrow.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 3:16 AM 11 comments
Labels: nappy hair, naps, relaxer, stylist
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Thursday 13
13 reasons why EXERCISE and I don't get along: (in random order)
1. Sweat activates my hair's natural curl pattern (increasing nappage).
2. Treadmills have a weight limit (I've convinced myself that I exceed it).
3. My boobies laugh at the alleged support of sports bras.
4. I think endurance is a TV show on the Discovery Kids channel.
5. During workout "water breaks" I grab a Snicker bar.
6. I like to breathe, normally.
7. When I wear workout shorts they ride up in the middle ultimately causing RITs (Raw Inner Thighs). *If your thighs don't touch, know how blessed you are to never have experienced RITs.*
8. You can't workout in scrubs; I've tried.
9. I've learned that when my body overheats, my old disease flares up. My body actually rejects burning calories.
10. In order to relieve soreness from a hard workout you have to workout AGAIN. That's a conspiracy in itself.
11. I'd have to wake up earlier to fit exercise in, or miss something TOTALLY AWESOME on primetime TV that night (I prefer to do neither).
12. I've been known to pass out in extreme heat. So during a video workout when I start to feel faint, I sit down and watch the tape to the end.
13. It makes me extra aware of my uber-jiggliness. In the end, I get pissed and start eating my favorite ice cream.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 3:10 PM 9 comments
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Just call me "T-yonce"
In a recent interview Beyonce said, “I feel the sexiest after I take a shower, and I have on my lotion and perfume and my pajamas. I feel comfortable, and I feel like I smell good. I love it.”
This is yet another reason why Beyonce and I are BFF's. I, too, feel my sexiest after a good shower.
With this new information about my Yonce' comes the realization that I'm totally getting closer to actually sprouting long blonde hair and turning into Beyonce Jr.! And when I do, haters get back!
Transformation awaits.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 6:46 PM 6 comments
Labels: beyonce
Monday, August 20, 2007
Oops...wrong day
Diddy isn't picking the band until Sunday, August 26th. Raaannnndommmmm.
Just keep my picks on deck.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 10:05 PM 3 comments
The Finale
Diddy is about to do it again; tonight he'll finally reveal the next band. Diddy (Puff Daddy, Puffy, P. Diddy, Puff the Magic Dragon...whatever) overtook Making the Band in season 2 (season one was that group O-town) and so far not one of the bands have really been "all that."
This band, though, is gonna be all men (some of whom are fiyyyyyyyyyyyne as hell too, well just one really).
Here are my picks for the band:
1. Willy (from Chicago, he's the fiyyyyyne one)
2. Donny (they gotta let the only white dude in, plus he's the soprano)
3. DeAngelo (this dude be sangin, and I think he'd look good on an album cover)
4. Robert (although his girlfriend is mad drama, he can saaaang)
I don't know if he'll be picking 4 or 5 guys, but I'll just stick with these four for right now. And I wonder what the band's name will be? So far the other bands' names have all been hella dumb (ie - Da Band). Hopefully these guys can come up with something clever and sexy. We'll see.
On a side note, Mondays are jammed packed with good TV: The Hills (MTV), Weeds (Showtime), Making the Band 4 (MTV), Big Love (HBO), and this new show Californication (Showtime) that I'm trying to get into. I love the fall TV season (and there's so much more still to come, YES!). Goooo TV!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 2:42 AM 5 comments
Labels: making the band, P. Diddy
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Funny things I'm saying right now
Well, I think they're funny. That's why I say them.
"Dot com" (or dot gov, dot org, etc) - For example, if someone says, "I'll smack that bitch," I'll add, "DOT COMMMMMMMM!" Sometimes I'll say it all myself, "That was stinky dot biz."
"Secretly" - I totally stole this from my classmate Tyrese. The funny thing about saying secretly is whatever you say afterwards is totally NOT a secret. For example, "Secretly, my breath stinks." Everybody already knows that, but now they know you're in on the "secret" too. I've secretly put this one into a couple of previous blog posts, too.
"I know, right?" - Okay, a lot of people say this one. But you have to add that hispanic flair in it to make it extra funny. For example, someone says, "I hate that class," I'll add, "I know, riiieeeeght," in my best Rosie Perez-like voice.
"Sike yo mind, yo booty shine" - I just never stopped saying this from, what, third grade? I always thought it was a good comeback. The translation: Ha ha I tricked you and now your butt is shiny. LOL.
"Yeah ya do" (words vary) - This one is just an agreement, or to remind someone of things they do. For example - Someone says, "I don't fart in my sleep, " I'll say, "Yeah ya do." Depending on the circumstance I might say, "Yeah ya are, " "Yeah she is," "Yeah she does, " etc.
"Child Boo" - This is just another way to say "Honey, please." For example - "Child boo, I wish she would try to steal my man."
You: Hey Tracie, how was that party last night?
Me: Oh my god, last night was da bomb dot com.
You: For real? I heard that there wasn't a big turn out.
Me: Secretly there wasn't, but I met up with this dude so I had fun.
You: Is he gonna be your next man?
Me: Child boo! He might try to be, but you know how I do thangs.
You: Men are so easy.
Me: I know, riieeeeeght. But this one was different, I could actually fall for him.
You: Whhhhhhaaaaaatttttt?!?!?!?!?
Me: Sike yo mind, yo booty shine! Ha!
You: Girl, you're crazy. I didn't believe that for a second.
Me: Yeah, ya did.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 6:42 PM 7 comments
Labels: sayings
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Friday Rap Up - YOU CHOOSE!
I came up with the idea to have people suggest topics for the Friday Rap Up. The topics could be about something going on in the world right now, something that happened to you, or even something random that you think would be funny in a Friday Rap Up.
It's your choice.
After a week of collecting topics, I'll set up a poll with the top picks and you can vote on the winner. This might get a little crazy. I gotta step my game up; maybe I'll walk to Brooklyn and get a cheesecake. That somehow always makes people step their game up on Making the Band.
The topic you choose will be the Friday Rap Up for August 31st. That gives you a week to send in topics, and almost a week to vote on the winner.
I can't wait to see what people want me to rap about.
Okay, TOPICS - Ready, GO!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:18 PM 8 comments
Labels: choose, friday rap up
Friday, August 17, 2007
Friday Rap Up - Pay Yo Power Bill
This week dudes have really, REALLY, been getting on my nerves.
Therefore, I've dubbed all men "Dummy McDummyHeads."
'Nuff said.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 4:41 AM 8 comments
Labels: friday rap up, power bill
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Flavor Flav Roast
Comedy Central aired the Roast of Flavor Flav last Sunday. I was able to finally catch it last night. It had me in freakin tears! Hi-lar-ious! Roasters included Greg Giraldo, Jimmy Kimmel, Snoop Dogg, Ice-T, Brigitte Nielson, Lisa Lampanelli, Sommore, Carrot Top, Jeffrey Ross, Patton Oswalt, with Katt Williams as the host. I highly recommend watching the whole show for your laughing pleasure.
On a side note, I had never heard of Lisa Lampanelli before but I guess she's notorious for sleeping with black guys. I think I want to read about it. Can we get a book Lisa!?!?!?
Here are clips of the two roasters I thought were funniest, Greg Giraldo and Jimmy Kimmel.
Greg Giraldo:
"Skeleton wrapped in electrical tape..." C'MON! That's funny!
Jimmy Kimmel:
Posted by Tracie Mae at 2:17 PM 3 comments
Labels: flavor flav roast
Monday, August 13, 2007
100 views!
My very first Friday Rap Up that I posted a little over two weeks ago, I want my trans fat , has been viewed 100 times according to YouTube. So thanks everyone out there viewing my crazy raps.
It's funny how funny the truth can be.
peace.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:57 PM 3 comments
Labels: 100 views, friday rap up, i want my trans fat, youtube
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Tell me why...
My homeboy Gil sent this to me, and I've been having nightmares ever since.
I need this dude to tell ME why! I apologize in advance for any nightmares that you may have. Uhm, yeah, sorry.
But I've found that you see something new every time you watch it. Test it for yourself.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:46 PM 8 comments
Labels: tell me why, why must I cry
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I attract...
big guys,
old guys,
David Banner beard guys,
weird guys,
broke guys,
wearing gold grill guys,
short guys,
mean guys,
bad body odor guys,
gay guys,
thug guys,
girlfriend having guys,
guys that show their ding dings,
guys that do insane things,
still I'm looking, but why,
for that perfect guy.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 9:55 PM 11 comments
Labels: men
Friday, August 10, 2007
Friday Rap Up
Well, well, well, another Friday ladies and gents. And this week was a beauty! I got another freakin disease! Further proving my theory that things happen to you when you don't have insurance.
I somehow got an UTI. I freaked out after my classmate Meredith told me it was an STD (I don't know why, I'm not having sex - Hi Mom), but it really isn't. You can get it while having sex (which I totally didn't - Hi Mom), or by doing regular everyday activities, too. It's just when any kind of bacteria gets all up in the urethra (there goes my male readership).
Anyway, I have the cure so don't fret. I'll live another week to do yet another Friday Rap Up for you.
...but thanks for your concern.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 4:29 AM 14 comments
Labels: friday rap up, UTI
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Tania's teaching us!
One of my favorite bloggers is teaching my blogging class next Tuesday. Tania Rochelle will be our guest teacher as Alissa will be on a mountain top or something. I can't wait to hear about Tania's motivations for blogging everyday and hear her suggestions for our blogs. This is gonna be good.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:30 PM 3 comments
Labels: blogging class, tania rochelle
Busy
Been busy as hell.
Friday Rap Up tomorrow! Stay Tuned!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 9:16 PM 2 comments
Sunday, August 5, 2007
I told the truth.
In my email to Kuperminc I told her why I missed class. I always try to be upfront. There's no reason to make up wild stories about death and diseases, so I emailed her and told her I didn't come to class because I hadn't completed all of the work.
Here's her reply:
Hi Tracie:
Thanks for your message. I understand how you feel, but in the future, please do NOT miss class, even if you feel like you have not gotten enough done. Part of the purpose of class is to get you UNSTUCK, so you are doing yourself a disservice when you skip. I look forward to seeing you this week.
take care,
Melissa
I feel what she's saying, the class could've helped me get more ideas so that I could've gone further with the poster for next time even though I didn't do anything with it. I think we've all been in a place where you just feel so unprepared that you'd just rather fake sick or have somebody "die" to save face. It's a sad truth and maybe something I need to work on. Fellow PC students, let's all try to work on this for the remainder of our PC careers. If nothing else, we'll all develop a really thick skin (for those of us who haven't already).
I won't miss anymore classes Melissa!!!! I promise!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:19 PM 12 comments
Labels: kuperminc, portfolio center, skipping class, truth
Saturday, August 4, 2007
New York Men...
...have the sexiest accent. Put that on the list of things I like in a guy.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:55 PM 3 comments
Labels: men, new york accent
Friday, August 3, 2007
Friday Rap-Up
This week's Rap-Up is about something I NEVER do, but did. I guess that's why you never say never, huh? I'm in Melissa Kuperminc's Message and Content class and we all know that it's pretty much a design class, and I'm a writer. I posted an earlier blog about my struggles in the beginning. But I've been trying to hang in there and get everything done. This week, though, I just couldn't swing it. We were supposed to turn in 3 things, one of them being a revised version of our Darfur Poster. I did the other two assignments but I just never got to my poster at all. I mean, never touched it.
So instead of going to a class where I already feel hella inadequate and looking extra foolish by not bringing a poster at all, I just didn't go. Everyone knows I'm against skipping class (unless you're sick) because it's a waste of money. But this time y'all, I don't know, I just couldn't force myself to walk into class knowing good and well I didn't complete everything. Designers have a glare they give, yeah they do; it's almost like they're saying, "You don't belong here," with their eyes. At least that's what I hear in my head.
Can't waste money on two classes I didn't attend though, so you best believe I'll be attendance for the remainder of the quarter.
And oh, I emailed Kuperminc so all you tattletales just calm your nerves! Geez!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 7:57 AM 7 comments
Labels: friday rap up, kuperminc, message and content, poster, skipping class
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Thursday THIRTEEN!!!
13 ways to gain weight (from a pro).
1. Eat a loaf of bread at night and go straight to sleep (really, you won't have a choice).
2. Eat fast food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It's yummy.
3. Always go back for seconds; hell go back for thirds if hot dogs are involved.
4. Count trips to the bathroom as exercise.
5. Keep waiting on the "magic cure" for being overweight...it's coming, I swear.
6. Go deaf when your skinny friends wanna go running; it's just their way of asserting their power over you.
7. Know what you like from EVERY fast food place so if anybody's ever making a run - you're order is a no brainer.
8. Drive to your mailbox.
9. Find out where the exercise room is in your apartment complex and AVOID IT AT ALL COST. People sweat in there.
10. Wear workout clothes occasionally to trick skinny people into thinking you really give a damn.
11. Eat fast. Your stomach tells your brain it's full after 20 minutes...that's all the time you have.
12. Eat ice cream late at night (if it's light ice cream, just eat more).
13. Wear orange as much as possible. Miss Sylvia says it invokes hunger. (Another reason why working at Home Depot for so long was a bad idea.)
Posted by Tracie Mae at 1:35 AM 4 comments
Labels: thursday thirteen
I've been TAGGED!
Tania tagged me so here are 8 random things about me:
1. I've never had a bikini wax.
2. I went to summer school at Crenshaw (the infamous "hood" high school in South Central L.A.) when I was 15. I took pottery.
3. I call my mother MooMoo; she calls me GooGoo.
4. I haven't had a hot dog in like 6 weeks (my favorite food).
5. My first job was at Popeye's Chicken when I was 16. I didn't have a resume (yet) so my mom helped me make one detailing all of my cheerleading responsibilites. heehee.
6. I've lived in 6 states: Illinois, Indiana, California, Mississippi, North Carolina, and Georgia
7. I saw my father for the first time in over 15 years last December. I haven't talked to him since.
8. I can do this:
Now I tag Chrissy and Tyrese!! Ready Go!
Posted by Tracie Mae at 12:32 AM 4 comments
Poll Closed
Thanks to all who participated in my "Which surgery should I get?" poll. An overwhelming 83% said that I shouldn't get surgery at all. Which is a relief. Even though I had been researching the breast reduction thing, I am broker than that bridge in Minneapolis. So I couldn't afford it anyway.
I've decided that eating right and exercise shall be my "not-so-quick fix."
GOOOO TRACIE!!!
Be on the lookout for future polls.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 12:11 AM 1 comments
Labels: poll closed, surgery poll
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Wednesdays Suck!
Well, here we are. Another Wednesday full of work. This quarter, Thursday is my hard day, when we have seminar I'm at school from 10am - 10pm. My two classes after seminar on Thursdays are Message and Content with Melissa Kuperminc and Anthropology and Communication with Juliet D'Ambrosio. Both classes require a lot of work and are very time consuming. Although I try to work on projects for both classes all throughout the week, Wednesday becomes the day when everything that isn't complete, must be done. Then on Thursdays, people say, "What's wrong Tracie," and "Are you having a bad day, Tracie?"
So to save you the trouble:
Yes, every Thursday is my bad day. Thanks for your concern.
Posted by Tracie Mae at 11:33 AM 3 comments