Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT ghetto.
I am 0-20% Ghetto



I don't even know what ghetto is? Fuckin Preppy. I better hop in my beamer - head for the hood and get some chicken, watermelon, and newports.

Maybe I should trade in the tims for a pair of penny loafers eh?

I dont know why I am doing this. This will probably accomplish nothing but I need to vent a little.

To the person who is leaving negative comments on everyone's blogs:

1) WTF is wrong with you?? Are you really that pathetic that you find enjoyment in screwing with people's online journals? Perhaps you have beef with the people whose blogs you are messing with. If so, let them (me) know who you are and then maybe we can settle it in some other fashion instead of name calling on the internet. I mean c'mon, you are talking shit on people's ONLINE JOURNALS. How retarded is that?

2) The blogger community was created so that FRIENDS can keep tabs on one another. You have no business being here and leaving negative comments.

3) I am going to fuck you up. You can view this as an empty threat or whatever you want. I mean, you are just some asshole talking shit online, and the chances of someone finding your pussy ass are pretty slim. You'll probably disrgard me and continue to leave nasty little comments that you find clever and ill-witted. You'll probably think that I am just some punk bitch talking shit online and issuing threats with no chance of acting upon them because of your anonymity. However, keep in mind that you have pissed off and disrespected a lot of people and that sooner or later you will be found out. So fuck you, and I'll be seeing you someday.

Have a nice day.

The Good news is.... its not the transmission.

The Bad news is.... its burnt out clutch, probably from too much power shifting and traffic light battles.

The REALLY FUCKING BAD news is that it will probbaly cost me around $700 to get everything done.

Ahhh, what a life. Who got a ski mask and a glock that I can borrow?

Things are bad in Michigan.

I am poor. I am so poor that I am planning to buy a loaf of bread and eat PBJ's for the rest of the month. On top of the lack of money for food, I have massive unpaid bills to take care of. On TOP OF THAT, my car is fucked up... the story goes.

Last night at around 2:30AM, I was dropping someone off at the Lambda house and, what felt like my transmission fucked up on me. All I know is that one minute I was driving, and the next minute, there was a big jerk... like I had shifted wrong, and I was unable to shift into any gear after that. Luckily I was on a small street w/ almost no traffic so I just pulled off to the side. Had I been on a busier street, I would have been in trouble because my car was immobile and I wouldn't have been able to get off the street. With the help of a few Lambdas, I pushed my car into a strangers parking lot and left a note, pleading with them not to tow me. Now, I have to wait till Monday morning and have it towed to a garage and get an estimate. If I need a new tranny, I'm looking at like a $500-1000 bill. What a fucking bad night.

So now, I am poor. Tomorrow, I will be even more poor. And after I find out whats wrong with my car, I will be showing up at National city Bank w/ a ski mask.

On the bright side, the Funktion and 2XS alumni will be visiting Umich for Dance Mix later on this week. There will be massive partyin' and chillin' till all hours of the morning. Unfortunately, I wont be able to take part because I am so FUCKING POOR~!!! Ahh, what a life.

Gonads: There's some more bitching for you. Beat that.

If anyone ordered and taped Wrestlemania this past weekend, PLEASE let me peep the tape. I am dying to find out what happened. I'm not the biggest wrestling fan, but there's just something about the immortal Hulk Hogan going up against the GREAT ONE, that just can't be missed.

I went to the Huaren 2001 showing today. I must say, Huaren has become a shadow of its former self. Not to say that the participants in it this year weren't good. It just seems that Huaren doesn't have the...the...the...ambience it once did. My favorite part of the show was when I mess up my own choreography. I bet if you rewind it and turn up the volume, you can hear me cursing. I think its finally time to leave the world of choreographed dancing and join my fellow dancefriends@umich.edu and watch. {{And one and two and Threeeeee four.}}