'Cause This IS Thriller

I WILL be blasting his music all day.

Since I have a stupid workshop for The Paper all day tomorrow, I'll make this quick.

Happy 51st birthday, Michael Joseph Jackson. I love you. Always have, always will. Your music has been the soundtrack throughout many memorable moments in my life, and I am forever grateful that you shared your remarkable gift with the world. You are the ultimate Thriller!

"But they say/The sky's the limit/And to me that's really true/But my friends you aint seen nothin/Just wait 'til I get through"

If I post nothing else today (and I might because as of yesterday I kinda like this boy) I had to get out one of my legendary birthday tributes to my favorite artist, the late, great, Michael Jackson.

Ch'mon!

Mister 81 Turns 31

Yum, yum. Today is the Kobe Bryant's, aka the Black Mamba, aka my crush to end all crushes, 31st birthday. What else is there to say? Y'all all know I how I celebrate the birthdays of those I stan for so...Happy birthday boo! (LOL. But for real though. He is a vision.)




Simply scrumptious.

On a even happier note, I'm currently putting the finishing touches on my schedule for my senior year of undergrad! *Butterflies*

Old Fling

Lord. Third day in Southern State, at a drunken 21st already. A friend of Top Chef (well mine too) is having his birthday. Currently en route to impromptu bowling jaunt with a bunch of half-drunk (some all-drunk) college students. Guess who is here. Science Guy, and the one, the only, The Runner. Double !!, a glass of WTF?, and a side order of a humorous are you kidding?. And yes he's been all over me. Asking me if I'm "still mad at him." From what, you ask? For walking out of his room and ceasing to talk to him. This occurred February of SOPHOMORE year, mind. Which later became the year of The Smoker. So suffice it to say, the Runner wasn't quite on my mind until I walked into tonight's shindig. And doubly suffice it to say, I had no answer. It would have only been more awkward had I not been tipsy. I really don't anticipate starting something with the Runner, it was just a weird blast from le past. But if I had to recycle an ex-fling, not quite sure it'd be the Runner. He'd be on the list I GUESS, but I really have no thoughts about him. Ah well. I'll hopefully have more to report after tonight's affair. If these drunken imbeciles ever get us to the bowling alley.

*2 seconds later*
Ok I came back. What if it was different this time? We did have a lot of fun together...

*4 Seconds later*
Stop! This is a mind-cycle that will become vicious if I ever put it into fruition. And we know I can put stuff into fruition, especially when I completely shouldn't.

*8 Seconds later*
OMG I'm reading soo much into this and it's only been a few hours. I need to chillax. Y'all pray for me.

*Like 30 min later*
I'm sitting shotgun in his car and he's writing down directions. He's left-handed. Aw.

It's a Tuba Thang, Shawty, and other Cinematic Adventures

*The tuba quote is from "Drumline." Another one: "I don't know what the beef is between you two is but you better grill it up and eat it."

Several blogs have done this and I always say to myself, "Self, you should post your favorite movie quotes on your own blog." But then the Self and I get very busy with things like dropping my sister off to college in D.C. and ending my internships and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and B. Scott and I forget. But. BUT! Today is the day. I have one day before going back to school, so in the meantime, while I sit on the couch like a bum in sweatpants, here are some fave movie quotes:

And I'm drawing a blank. Hold on, hold on, let me think...ah, ok!

Legally Blonde
-Take my lucky scrunchie. It helped me pass Spanish.
-You passed Spanish 'cause you gave Professor Montoya a lap-dance after finals.
-Yeah. Luckily.

-Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don't shoot their husbands. They just don't.

Remember the Titans
-I'm not Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ, Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. I'm just a football coach.

-Gary, if you want to play on this football team, you answer me when I ask you who is your daddy? Who's your daddy, Gary? Who's your daddy?

-All right, now, I don't want them to gain another yard! You blitz... all... night! If they cross the line of scrimmage, I'm gonna take every last one of you out! You make sure they remember, forever, the night they played the Titans!

-Let me tell you somthing: you don't let anyone come between us. Nothing tears us apart. In Greek mythology, the Titans were greater even than the gods. They ruled their universe with absolute power. Well that football field out there, that's our universe. Let's rule it like titans.

-You're overcookin' my grits, Coach.

Clueless
I don't even know why I'm listening to you anyway. You're a virgin who can't drive.
--That was way harsh, Tai.

Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.

Need I remind you that it does not say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty?!

My man is satisfied, he's got no cause for complaint. But technically, I am a virgin. You know what I mean.

Note: Ok, sorry, went on a Clueless rampage for a second there. Will continue with other movies now.

Juno
-Bren! You's a dick!

-I'm already pregnant, what other shenanigans could I possibly get into?

-Anyway dude, I'm telling you I'm pregnant and you're acting shockingly cavalier.

-(on the phone) Wait, what? Sorry, I'm on my hamburger phone...

Two Can Play That Game
-Ok, every girl's got a little bit of ho in them. But Connie? She's a different kind of ho. She's a lay-on-her-back, do-whatever-it-takes-to-get-your-man, kinda ho. I don't know how she got that big executive job, but three months after she got hired, her boss got a divorce. You make the call.

-Show no signs of weakness. Men only understand strength.

-Men. Why do you let your girl come over and bust all your shit up? That don't make no sense. Fellas, when you're doing your dirt, go over her house. That way, when she gets mad, she can bust up all of her shit, and then you can go home.

Also, any quotes from Anchorman, Wedding Crashers, the Kings of Comedy, or Mean Girls will suffice. Ah, movies. Where knowledge and lifelong quotables happen.

Little Moments

Hi, Contentment, I've missed you!

Sitting in my car at the airport, waiting for the rental car for tomorrow's road trip. I'm staring into the sunset over the parking lot, Michael Jackson's on the CD player, and I have some McDonald's sweet tea.

I love looking up and realizing the existence of simple happiness and satisfaction. I love when it comes out of nowhere and I'm cognizant enough to recognize and enjoy it. Like right now. Right now, everything's ok.

I'm Back for a Bit

Hi folks
Don't hate me. Been busy as all get-out, but of course I thought about yall all the time. My internship at the arena ends tomorrow (sads) but I'm sooo glad for a break. Well, a one-day break 'cause we leave for DC to drop my sister off on Friday! Can't wait. Hopefully when things settle down I'll have more time and subject matter to write about...

Have you ever felt invisible? Sometimes I feel like there's a muzzle on me, whether I put it on myself or feel like it's being thrust upon me, at times I feel as if no one wants to listen to me, or worse, I have nothing to say.

On another note, I freaking love jezebel.com. I spend hours on there laughing and educating myself. Love. Also, my blogroll is getting kinda stale. Any funny/insightful ones I should know about? Yall know my style.

Nickel and Dimed

Get ready, I'm about to let loose.

Basically, I was promised the master bedroom way back in April and Roommate is giving it to someone else. And I'll have to--horror of horrors--share a bathroom. Roommate will be gone, and I will be "property manager" since I was there last year. Oh, gee, thanks, I get the none of the benefits but all of the work.

I'm definitely moving out. It's unfair, especially because we didn't need an additional roommate in the first place, Roommate just wanted one for "lowered rent." And I guess the girl preferred the Master and was unwilling to give it up. Even though by the time Roommate contacted her the master was already taken--BY ME. WHAT THE FUCK?? I can't share a bathroom. I just cannot. And besides that, it's the principle of the whole situation. I'm throwing shade at this new girl. Who the FUCK does she think she is?? Which is precisely what I will be asking her on this conference call this weekend. Best believe I'm calling Roommate first to get some fucking answers.

fndk;ashfi;aerghi;adhgi;dfhgis;dlhgoad;ghos;hgoad;hga'gha'hg'oaaaskij

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Songs By Which to Live and Love

Let the listing continue. I took a loooooonnnggg nap today, which I haven't done in forever, and it did me a world of good. Except now I'm awake.

Top Love Songs

1. So Amazing--Luther Vandross
2. (There Is) No Greater Love--Amy Winehouse
3. I'll Be There--the Jackson 5
4. Lady in My Life--Michael Jackson
5. Just My Imagination--the Temptations



Top Love Lost Songs

1. Love Don't Love Nobody--the Spinners
2. Silly--Denise Williams
3. She's Out of My Life--Michael Jackson
4. Hello, I Need You--Michelle Featherstone
5. Light Years Away--MoZella
6. I'm Gonna Find Another You--John Mayer
7. A House is Not a Home--Luther Vandross



Top "F*ck That A**hole" Songs

1. Before He Cheats--Carrie Underwood
2. Irreplaceable--Beyonce
3. Hate (I Really Don't Like You)
4. U Don't Have To Call--Usher
5. Womanizer--Britney Spears