Overload.

Hmmm.... What can I say???.... at this point IDK.... Im OVERLOADED.... soooo much to talk about it feels as if my thoughts are bubbling out of my brain...

SOO! today I was called selfish and IDK what to say?... as a person I'm not that bad, yet still everyone can't deal with me. I love to do things for people... i love to share in every way possible... so....why am I selfish?? cause I dont call?? cuz i cant spend every minute on the fone with a nigga as if i'm a giggling school girl?? I CAN'T..... It's sad... but the only reason it's sad is because I don't care... maybe i am selfish, in the respect that I put myself first, cause at the end of the day.... when the niggas walk out the door and everyone is dead and gone I HAVE TO LIVE WITH MYSELF..... mind you, I've given my all to a nigga before.... but we won't go there...

On a Brighter Note.....

last Night was New Years Eve......

and i got to spend it with my homies ((Dom))

AND ((Renee))

(that's Dom, Myself and Renee wit the blue nails)

Along with some of their friends from HS.... like Enomfon, Rodine, Millie, Tati and the boys (Darnae, Kevon, and Millie Bf Andel)

The thing is I had an AWESOME time with Dom and her lil crew. The night went a lil something like this......

I was out shopping in the city with my friend Rashod... AKA Shoddie... AKA...... Shod.... lol... so wen we were walking back to the train I call Dom... and it went a lil something like this...

Dom: Talk to me... (idk who the fuck she thinks she is.... lmao)

Me: You are so stupid. what you doin?

Dom: Randallllllll you're gonna miss it!!!! we're POPPING(she says everything real proper, even slang) bottles tonight!!

Me: Damnnnnn I wanna come!

Dom: But Randall I won't be able to take you home cuz i'm gonna be drunk!

Me: Damnnnnn can i spend the night then?!

Dom: Oh yea! well call me wen u get home!

*click*

lmao... now dont quote me on that convo but that was pretty much it!... the night started wit a lil smoke and a bottle of Moet... and ended with a FUCKED UP photo shoot with a DRUNKEN DOM, a TOASTED Randy Cash and a brand new Mac Book.......

The Pics

[we cheese when necessary]

[we stress when we have to...]

[we use tongue wen we want to]

[we serve face.... when we can]

[we're goffy cause it's fun.]

...... soo this photoshoot told me one thing.... well maybe 2.... Number one..... I HAVE TO HAVE A MAC...... and Number 2..... I'm actually a pretty handsome guy after all(even wen drunk. lol)

Hmmmm........

Atlanta!

Sooooo on the 13th of January I make my grand return to the ATL. IDK y i call it grand cuz clearly... Hmmph! sooo as you all know I'm a fashion major attending the Beautiful Clark Atlanta University.... and tho I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEE my school.... I have an issue.... My issue arises in the fashion department... yes, you heard me right.... the "Fashion" Department. we have approx. 2 fashion teachers... who i won't name [directly]. The 1st teacher is basically the head honcho... she runs all the design courses and been in the "fashion game" so long... that she hasnt realized... that shit changes.... but my issue isnt with her, after all she's just an older woman stuck in her ways.... My issue is with the other teacher.... she teaches every class that i have to take.... it's my belief that she doesnt like me and her name basically mean Bar of Fat translated from english to english....

Sooo where do i start in the description of my lovely fashionista teacha?! well lets start from the head down.... from the start her hair was wretched... the definition of beady bee laid behind her head as she tried to pull what was suppossed to be a short cut into a store bought synthetic bun... from there it progressed from stiff weaves... tangled pony tails and of course the worst of them all her own under permed, under trimmed natural hair.... to move on to her clothes, my gu'l (girl) wears shit that just stupid.... long stretch white shirt with a stupid ass fish on it.... Goucho fuckin pants..... and ANYTHING she can find hidden in the piles of clothes provided by her local salvation army and lestttttttttttt not forget Kmart, Walmart, and ROSS....... to move down to footwear..... matter fact.... lets leave it at this.... CHAMPION(payless).... why pay more when you could look like a whole lot less. now the shade about this teacher is she's clueless.... unorganized... and put herself on a pedistal...... and the worst of it all is she gave me a muthafucking D in Retail Mathmatics..... Hmmph!.... Sooo of course i didnt make it to every class... on time... or at all(I missed 4 classes)... but we spoke.... her words to me? "just make sure you hand in all the rest of the work and come to all the rest of the classes and you'll pass"...

well sweety! Iwoke up XTRA EARLY to make it to the rest of those classes.... I busted my ASS to finish the assignments.... and yet stilll....YET STILL!!!!! I am the proud recipient of a D in retail Mathmatics...... see the thing is... i want to go off... and continue to read this..... Lady..... but i can't because the day that i graduate.... I'm gonna walk away knowing that a person who knows NOTHING about fashion BESIDES what she reads in books and magazines is the reason my education was prolonged..... and everyday that i walk in that class room I can look at her and say about myself and peers that WE ARE the FUTURE of FASHION.... and she's just a cluelessy clad instructor. GET YOUR LIFE. =-)

*sigh*

that took ALOT out of me....

I'll be back......

Til next time....

Randy Cash.