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Shitfaced. Birthday drunkenness. Brings me a strange kind of pleasure.

Graduation: I Am a Man.

I went up to school today for the last time until graduation and then I never have to see Lesshouse or the AUC again.
I'm sad.
A lot of shit has gone down between August 2005 and May 2009.
I entered college a boy and now I am a man.

Milk

That shit had us in tears.

And what’s so powerful about Harvey Milk is that he was a man determined to affect change; not just politically, but in the hearts of the people he touched, people without their own voices.

See the film, support the movement!

Quickly

I just got home from New York, and I've committed myself to writing about why Atlanta is starting to annoy the shit out of me, why Columbia sucks ass water shakes, and why New York might just be the greatest city on earth...but not today.

I've got to shower. Vote. Class at 3pm. Six papers to write. And a final to study for in a class that I've all but ignored since August...a nigga is busy.

Shalom.

What Time Is It? Time for Change.

So, unbeknownst to me, the fucking sun decided to get up early this morning, and as a result, the whole world is an hour slower than it was yesterday. Can a brother get a warning next time? A text, email, something? Not that I had anything to do today, but suppose I did. Suppose I had something really fucking important to do, only I can’t do it because the sun and my alarm clock have gotten together and conspired to FUCK...WITH...ME! I have never been so confused in my life than when I woke up this morning and tried to figure out what the fuck Day Light Savings time was...or, more importantly, what the fuck the point of it is. Has this shit been going on my WHOLE life and I just didn't know about it? Is this just a Georgia thing or does everyone have Day Light Savings Time?

Seriously, at this very moment, I still don't know what time it is. I mean, I hope I figure this shit out before Wednesday because I do have a flight to catch, and I’d really hate to miss my interview fucking around with Day Light Savings Time. So, at this point I'm just going to go to sleep and believe that a change will come in the morning.

Okay, so onto the point of this blog: Please vote on Tuesday, especially if you're under the age of 35. I’m 21. And I’d really like for my young folks to represent this year and show these oldheads that the young people of America deficate on their political activism everyday of the week. We are more involved in politics and determining policy than any generation before us, and you old farts will respect our gangsta. Aight, so maybe I can't speak for all young people, but personally, I want to see a Democrat in the White House not because I’m obsessed with Senator Obama, but because I want to be able to live well in this country when I’m 30 or 40 or 90, with a little change in my pocket, a fly ass nigga that I could marry if I wanted to (what's up, baby?), and a fucking healthcare system that WORKS for EVERY American who needs and wants it. Even if McCain wins Georgia, I know that I did everything I could to get these gravy-loving niggaz and their redneck cousins to support this movement.
And you know what, I feel like I did my part. I registered a shitload of voters, donated money, made phone calls. I did everything I could do, and now, as my last act of support for the democratic ticket, I’m going back to my old neighboorhood to cast my vote. Because I fucks with the Constitution!

Think about the profundity of this moment:

The next time you hear from me, Barack Obama will be President-elect of the United States, and that’s some real live inspirational shit man. Good night, bloggies.

Janet Jackson

This is gonna sound really gay, but Janet KILLED it last night.
That woman is a BEAST!

I'm on my way to a lab class and I almost walked into a brick wall just now, so I'll get with ya'll later (And I promise it won't be another six months) Dueces.

"Happy Birthday, kid!"

Today is my birthday