A not so brief update

So much has happened since the 3 Men and A Lady blog. Let me see…

I finally got my apology across to Hero. I had to let him read my blog to get him to understand the way I feel. He called after that. Apparently upset that I wrote about him like he was, “just some nigga to write on the internet about”. Uh, no, obviously, he is way more important to me than anybody else he saw on here. As I looked over all of the blogs and reflected, I never had anything really bad to say about him. But anyway he apologized for wildin’ out about the blog. I thought all was kinda cool, but now, he won’t talk to me. I really need him to though cause I may have to go to his city for court for a speeding ticket. But we’ll see. I wonder if I should move my blog now hat the knows the URL. ‘Cause I am not trying to be censored.

“The Rapper” and I made up since the whole hanging up thing. I may as well stop writing about our fights cause they always turn out to be nothing. We’ve hung out a lot since then. I keep seeing him at the club. The last time I saw him, he was talking to this one tacky midget for a long time. He keep signaling me to come over to him, but I made him wait. Once I finally went over, he was trying to hug and kiss all on me. He likes to play games; cause he knew the midget was watching. He is not even the huggy-kissy type so I said “Don’t try to use me to make your girlfriend jealous”. He said that I was just trying to make something out of nothing and that was not his intention. Anyway, one night, I purposely worked my magic on him. He seriously honestly and literally called my phone 15 times the next day. He said “You are a dangerous individual, and now I feel like I am sweating you, as a matter of fact, I know that I like you more than you like me”. I love turning the tables. He also said “No one has ever made me feel like that, ever, no pussy, no head, no nothing.” Get off me. Also, one night, he said that he felt like he was under a lot of pressure . He said that even though I don’t ask him for much, he is beginning to feel like he owes me something. “I like you a lot and you like me a lot so naturally as we spend time together, the boyfriend role is going to come up, I wish I could ask you not to share but I can‘t ‘cause I know I can‘t be there for you the way I would like to.” I don’t know if this is game or not, so I won’t hold my breath. Honestly, I would like to spend more time with him, but I try to remain patient thru his travels, studio time, photo shoots and the likewise.

The fall semester has started. I was apathetic about it but now I feel kinda excited. I am going to make every attempt to get a 4.0 this semester. I am excited that I know somebody in all of my classes except one. That’s never really happened before. Since I am enrolled for 17 credit hours, I won’t be able to work as much. I need a tip-drill or I need my mom’s help. ‘Cause my bills are full-time while my checks are the exact opposite. I saw this girl at school today. She was mostly overdressed but the outfit was kinda cute. At first, I was laughing at her until I saw she had this bad Chanel bag. Small, white, leather with a gold emblem. So then she earned some points back-I was like oh, she might know a lil’ something, Then the cow opened her mouth. She had the thickest “country grammar” accent ever. Everything about her speech was just wrong and embarrassing. I hate her. I have one gay teacher and one gay T.A. and an African teacher too. Then there’s the peppy Spanish teacher and the average Joe English teacher. I hope school is going well for Hero.

I bought an IPOD. I programmed some Lyfe, Mariah Carey, HELLA Young Jeezy, Destiny’s Child, Kem, “The Rapper” (of course), and some other stuff. It’s my new favorite thing.

I went to a ghetto fest, I mean a wedding. I’ll try not to speak too badly about it. Just two things. (1) The wedding party marched in to LYFE, MUST BE NICE. I know, I know. That’s not the saddest part though. Now, although the chorus of this song is “Even when your hustling days are gone, she’ll be by your side still holding on and even when those twenties stop spinning and all those gold digging women disappear, she’ll still be here.” Well if anybody goes digging for this grooms gold, they may as well forget it. Seriously, (2) the guest had to put money together at the last minute to pay for the reception hall while the bride stood around crying and the chicken was getting cold in somebody’s backseat.