Loud Tuesdays

Ain’t got no motherfuckin’ time to party on the weekend…

Club goin’ up, on a Tuesday.                                                                                                             Got your girl in the cut and she choosey                                                                                

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Monday’s For Suckers

homer
“All right, brain. You don’t like me and I don’t like you, but let’s just do this and I can get back to killing you with beer.”

Sweet 16

 

It’s that time of the year again: Le début d’une nouvelle année scolaire. I remember how I wouldn’t sleep the night before school started, tossing and turning was all I could do until my mom would wake me up. Can’t tell if it was because I was excited to wear my new clothes, see my friends or was I unconsciously thinking of the whole year of homework that was about to rain on my parade. To those of you who will have to go through all the hassle this year, to you I say, good luck my friends & you survived last year, you will this time 2 !!!  

All this thinking about school, recess, homework, tests, makes me want to watch a high school movie. Which one? I have no idea.

Here’s a list of my favourite movies in the genre (in no particular order):

  • Clueless
  • Breakfast Club
  • Fame
  • Boyz n the hood
  • Napoleon Dynamite
  • American Pie (1)
  • Rushmore
  • Mean Girls
  • Karate Kid (the Original)
  • Dead Poets Society
  • 10 Things I hate about you
  • Ferris Bueller’s day off
  • Friday Night Lights
  • Grease
  • Bring it on
  • Dangerous minds

I’ll probably watch Clue-fuckin-less tonight !

Bonne nuit !!!

 

Nevermore

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

You Can’t Eat Beauty

“I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin. I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother’s every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened.

[…] And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. […] To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, “You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.” And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.”

— Lupita Nyong’o ‘Black Women in Hollywood’ Acceptance Speech