Im Conceited . . . I got a reason (I promise:)

Anybody else out there completely LOVE Jill Scott and still jam to the second CD like it's B'day?

okay, greaat! But it has nothing to do with this post:) I just wanted to break the ice first but I gotta put it out there . . .I think I'm pretty fly.
I know I was Debbie Downer in the last post but a good night's sleep can cure a lot of things. It took some of the soreness out of my leg. Let the check from my 'job' slide into my account. And let me get my mind right and realize how blessed I am.

Justification of Conceit
Unlike Remi Ma (who I think has few reasons to be conceited), though I think I'm kinda cute, Im feeling myself on some stuff so much deeper then skin deep.


Exhibit A.First off there is my article in the new Upscale. It's a 500 word piece on birth control that I lucked up on freelancing this summer! Getting the assignment really made me realize I should be going harder on my freelance grind. Aliya, one of my new mentors, lives off of freelancing. After seeing her cover story on Tracee Ellis Ross in 'Vibe Vixen,' reading her stuff for years only to find out she is young and one of the coolest people ever Im conceited b/c Im about to get up on freelance game too! (cheap plug: She, Miss Aliya S. King, will be at our Cover2Cover panel on October 19) There's stories we can tell at 21 that a 35 year old will completely miss!


Exhibit B.
The new ESSENCE is finally here! And yes I am published inside. Rome wasn't built in a day and I am proud of my first time being published in ESSENCE and any magazine that big so dont laugh when you see it. Size doesn't matter:) I worked hard on the Check It column -pg 92. Me and the other interns also worked hard on writing the new power generation package. I did Dr. Nana-Hawa pg 208 and Tyra pg 210



THIS WAS SUPPOSE
TO BE A PIC OF LUDA
I TOOK BUT BLOGGER
IS ACTING UP!!!! Exhibit C. If you are my friend on Myspace you know Ludacris is one of the people I plan to meet. Though I still haven't come face to face I came damn near close last night when he performed at LOVE. Yes, he was very sexy and the new 'do has finally grown on me. Too bad the people next to me had no type of sense and insisted on pushing when there was no where to go.

Exhibit D. Though the newspaper sometimes (ok a lot of the time) stresses me out, I love writing the editorials. I am especially proud of my one in yesterday's paper about that Hampton Institue. It was even better because a girl from my church who is senior in high school and her mom who is a grad from the medical school came were here and I had a great time showing them around yesterday and she insisted on buying me lunch and my first ESSENCE with my byline!

Exhibt E. I may not be the smartest girl in the world, but I have had the good sense to surround myself with phenomenal people. So next year even if I dont get my dream job when I graduate - I have great folks like my buddy Nakisha who just started her first job, a FABULOUS gig at instyle.com (yes, do check for her stuff) and my cousin who just got a promotion at Deloitte and who's Harlem apartment was my second home this summer as she works hard to expand her floral design passion to her fulltime job, who will let me muich (sp.)! That's the best reason of all to be conceited when you have great people to call friends:)

So let me go do something with this head of mine and find a Cure for Senioritis QUICK b/c it has settled in. . . .Read: going shopping in Georgetown with my Project Runway buddy. I HEART MICHAEL!!!!!!!!

- Queen of Luda's Red Light District

Wake Me Up . . .When September Ends

Jiggalo Jigg Jigg Alo Hey Charreah Yeah Are You Ready For What To Jig Jig What Jiggalo

WELLLL, my day sucked and I'm so broke so I just don't feel like no damn Jiggalo.

Sometimes even when all seems well you, what starts as a drop of rain turns into a storm. And when bad days do happen, why does it seem that the ones you love the most do what they can to make it a little worse? Ok.
I hate to sound like Ehore. See how bad the day is. Why cant I figure out how to spell Pooh's good friend?

Relax, Relate, Release (yes Im saying it in the Whitley Gilbert Voice. yes It makes me smile. a little)

So since I made the big production about Sumthin from Flavor of Love, Let's move on to Buckwild.

She really had me fooled. Talking all that mess than she scared to even live in a house with New York (who is in the Muther F*ckin House). But goes back to my theory. I should have seen it coming.

Her name was Becky.

Thanks for letting me take my mind off my troubles, though the throb in my leg reminds me how I got wiped out in soccer. How I got another parking ticket. Which reminds me to be thankful that I have a leg to hurt and a car to get a ticket on:) Though sometimes its hard.

Im in Love with a Rapper!

Yes. Yes. Thankfully along with my vocabulary and style, my taste in men has def grown up over the years. Tonight me, my bf and my cuzo hit the invite-only CBC black tie event at LOVE.
Though we pretended we were the daughters of big time senators, we were just three college girls with dumb luck that got us randomly handed passes at Eyebar earlier in the week. Beenie Man performed one of fav jams 'Girls Dem Suga' and the free drinks were lovely. But I digress . . .
So the passes were for Friday night and once we saw Common was performing we knew we had to go. After the excitement wore off the real dilemma came: I have NOTHING to wear!
After a hectic week, hard partying and lucking up on a great sale on a good dress for the night at 7:30 that night (gotta love Macy's), we finally got dressed and hit Okie Street.

Inside LOVE was exactly what a CBC invite-only black-tie event should be: old black men with their eyes bulging out of their head at all the pretty young girls like us and everyone pretending to be a baller and the real ballers being low key.
It was fun on the first floor seeing and being seen but the oldies but goodies can only get you so loose on a Friday night. So we grab drinks and head to the patio where we heard music made in the last ten years. This is where the party was. Where you needed to be if your 25 and still never been with anybody you think you would marry.
Heading to the performance floor it was inspiring to see so much black love in the room. . . and a lil frustrating that I had to return to Howard's pickings. From 30-something couples to Howard Trustee and Mayoral Candidate Marie Johns everybody was def cutting loose.

So now for my love for a rapper. My cousin was the big Common fan with me liking him but not die hard. We got as close to the stage as possible and waited. And waited. And waited some more. (it probably wasn't that long but when your feet hurt that bad you become delirious and time seems to stop) Then the opening act came out. She could was soo soulful and played the hell out of the guitar. (yes I still have a guitar. No, I still can't play) I really wanted to bust whoever the ignorant person who tried to boo her in the head with a bottle. Her last song confirmed she was indeed half black and half white as she poured her heart out about being bi-racial in a world that wants you to choose.

So then it was time for Common. Now I was excited, as I thought he was gorgeous in 'Fashion Rocks' with those freckles and that trench but I wasn't prepared to catch feelings. Common came out on this ball of energy jumping up and down singing 'Go'. In our Saturday Night Best we were right there screaming with him. He went to talk with the crowd, do all his hits.
He had me singing along from the heart: ohh you know you rock my world and . . .
Then I feel in love. He said he wanted to bring a girl up from the crowd and started serenaded her with all the freak songs. She was too up tight. She took the long walk back as he sent her back and bought another girl up who could hang. They put the red light on and he started doing 'Come Close to me Baaaby' You know my cousin was letting everybody know he was talking to her when he said 'Are your eyes still green girl?' Yes Common. Her's still are. But seeing that he was more than this conscious rapper and was actually a man and a sexual one at that, had me reconsidering my appreciation for Common.
Down off our high and trying to work our way out of that thick crowd, we hear Jamie Foxx singing live. I loved Ray and I loved Wanda . . .but Jamie need to leave the live singing alone. LOVE was so much fun and I think I am the newest contender for Common's biggest fan.

-Queen

*I would write more to officially bring in September but gotta get some sleep. Heading to the Howard/Hampton Game in the morning with the girls.