Welp, I am back in Chicago, another year in/at Alabama done.

This also means I took another bus ride, even though I was not supposed to.

My moms and aunt were supposed to come down to school in the SUV to get me, so that I could bring home my computer and a 32 inch TV (non HD) that I had recently acquired. However, due to others pouting, this became not possible.

Friday afternoon, my roommate takes me to the bus station and waits with me. Next to us was a white crackhead from Birmingham, who just starts talking for no reason. I don't mind because, being a crackhead, he's going to have some gutty shit to say sooner or later. This started when he got to taklin about the 'Special' he gets from the local trap stars.

Me: a special?

Him: yeah, dude. You get a dime of weed, 20 worth of rocks and a hoe for $50.

Me: Stop playin.

Him: nah, for real. you just go in and ask for a special and they give it to you in a sack. You gotta use the hoe first tho; I found that shit out the hard way.

Me: At least it's efficient.

Him: Hell yeah, sometimes they even give you a condom.

After that, he tells us how he got beat by getting sold soap instead of blow, and, baking soda mixed with orajel. Yeah, THIS shit. He told me all that combination did was make his lips numb.

So, I get to Birmingham and dude gets off, only for this girl to get on, who decided the best way to be 'street' was to use as much slang and profanity as possible to make a point. She only made it to Nashville, where there were a couple of aspiring strippers and a pissed-off tranny.

The strippers got on my bus, where one of them decided to 'tease' the niggas on the bus by hiking her skirt up to show some booty. Now, if she was cute or even average, this would have been okay. You would have thought they had something goin on since the lil bus workers were sweatin em.

Alas, when the Killa stated a 5 in atlanta is an 8 in nashville, he did not lie.

And these two were worse than that. One of em looked like Trixie from Players Club and had the breath of anti-life. Our booty-cheek exhibitionist had a long stab-wound on her arm, and dude from Morehouse who she was sitting next to said her pussy stank so bad it overpowered the bathroom smell. So the cat from Miles college christened her Wolf Pussy, because her shit was howlin'. Nevermind that the moon was full and she was asking the bus driver to turn the heat up so we can all sniff that crotch rot.

Mercifully, they got off the bus to start their dancing career in NapTown.

From Indy to Chi was uneventful except for the fact that my bus got to chicago 20 minutes EARLY. So naturally, moms picked me up an hour late.

Besides that, it's good to be home. Again.

location: The City mood: None, as well music: None

I have no idea what this shit means, someone care to translate?

I tried out TrustFlow II for LiveJournal. The following people not on the friends list for lost_irony are close by:

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• buttascotch, c_ari, kappaperfect, blackgirl_lost, yo_kitteh, cru5h, sexctacy, idealarie, slowkisses, bellasoul (100 - 150)
• _kimmieb, inteligencia, lovelymay, easydontlikeu, sansaish, _dollfacedlush, kiljadn, docno, samdanza, karmelbrown, bulletproof_luv, well___endowed, _circa1923, chinkysdownyo, double0negro, _dollie, soulquarian, suckmydizzak, _brandino, saceone, domi_baby, lesbianic___, lustrouz (150 - 200)

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TrustFlow II: Who is closest to your friends list?

News Briefs: I'll be back in Chicago in 9 days. No crazy women are bothering me. I need to stop fooling around on these couple scripts and finish them so my producer contact can take them somewhere with him on May 20th. I have 2 finals, one on the first day, and one on the last day. I am trying to hit the track, but getting there has been exercise itself, lol.

That's it, until next time, America!

location: T-Town mood: lazy music: Prince - Mountains

Yes, it is that GTA San Andreas Multiplayer mod (beta) for the PC. Put on them squares kicks and get ready to ride on some mark-ass busters!

Grove Street 4 Life!

location: Las Venturas mood: rejuvenated music: Eazy-E - Eazier Said Than Dunn

Do I lust for you?

Am I a sinner because I do the two?

music: Guess....

Max is on (relationship/dating/holla) hiatus.

That is all.

...to lose a poker tournament. The perfect end to a fucked-up 4 day stretch that included wasting a colossal amount of time on the phone with a broad who could really give to shits one way or the other, babysitting a passed-out roommate to make sure he didn't choke on his own puke, and Bolivion disappearing from the internet again.

I don't even have any silly shit to say right now, which is rare...

mood: weary music: Doobie Brothers - What A Fool Believes

What's wrong with this picture?

You call me
And talk to me
For hours
On your way
To B-More
To see your nigga
Who wants to be your nigga
Without the title

This is after
You decide
It was a good idea
To ink his name
On your back
Lying and saying
It's for a ballplayer

You call me
And talk to me
For hours
On your way
Back to Raleigh-Durham
Complaining about said nigga
Who wants to be your nigga
Without the title

Then I ask
For a favor
That would take
Not even 10 minutes
And all of a sudden
You're 'Tired'

This is the moment
I decide
That my time
Is too valuable
To be wasted
On a bitch
That can't reciprocate

And on that note, I'm moving to Ruby Ridge...

mood: pissed off music: Bob Marley - Put It On

I have a fork in the road. I can either continue on the course I am on now, or ventute off into an unknown direction.

But if ya'll know me like you sorta do, I will probably take the road less traveled...

mood: curious music: Talib Kweli - Drugs, Basketball, Rap

T3: wanna play a game?
Me: ok
Me: ladies choice...
(We play Yahoo! Dominoes)
T3: guess I'm bad as Hell
T3: came back from behind over 50
Me: geez
T3: geez...what?
Me: i barely won that
T3: uh huh
T3: you thought you was gonna stomp all over me
T3: I showed you
T3: I lost
T3: but with my dignity still intact
T3: and I should have gained mad respect from you as well
Me: lets see if we cant strip that...
(After scoring like 80 straight points...)
T3: I'm convinced
T3: you have some kinda software
T3: or trick over there
T3: that you're not letting on
Me: u really gone hate this then...
(win)
T3: it's not all skill
T3: you got help
T3: I don't hate it
T3: I just know
T3: you got help
T3: you got something
Me: no i don't
T3: cause you were poppin them on there too quick
Me: why I gotta cheat yo beat you?
T3: cause you're not smarter than me
Me: I'm not?
Me: how do you know?
T3: you're not
(Playing Yahoo Pool)
T3: play man
Me: if you say so...
T3: you need to be playin the lotto then
T3: cause you one lucky
T3: duck
T3: you betta work that stick
T3: lol
(After running off 5 balls in pool)
T3: you got some kinda shit on your pc
T3: I am convinced more than ever now
T3: yeah
T3: you aint foolin nobody
Me: what?
T3: even though that was a dirty ass shot you just did
Me: its your shot
T3: you got some hacker shit
T3: I know it
T3: and you might as well tell
T3: that shit aint funny
T3: you have to use cheap theatrics to beat me
T3: am I that much of a threat to you?
Me: yeah, I am just that afraid, so I got Y! Cheat 1.35 (beta)
T3: yeah
T3: you full of shit
T3: I know that first hand
(After winning...)
Me: where u goin?
T3: I don't play with cheaters
T3: pull that shit with somebody who don't know any better
Me: call one then?
T3: whatever
T3: good day
Me: I aint cheat, I just got hot, damn
T3: hot on some shit you got
T3: I always knew you were tight with hackers
T3: yall been on that shit since CC days
T3: dont fuckin try to play me stupid
Me: I'm not, why would I cheat tho? just to beat you? damn, my ego aint fragile like that
T3: whatever
T3: I know what I know
T3: that's all I gotta say
Me: so now you know, you can't beat me
T3: whatever you say
T3: If that's what makes you feel superior
T3: then so be it
T3: I win in the game of life
T3: how bout that?
Me: you weren't on that 'game of life' shit when we was on dominoes
Me: so um, I guess you don't wanna play anymore?
T3: cheatin ass
Me: you're being petty now because you got beat
T3: no
T3: I just realize how low you go
T3: in all phases
Me: what's your point?
T3: play man
T3: you full of tricks
T3: and I'm sticking with that
T3: shit like you trying now would get yo throat slit down here
T3: we don't play that Chicago hustler shit
Me: right, ya'll play that backwards dirty south shit (I don't mean 'backwards' in a disrespectful way...)
Me: I gotcha
T3: no
T3: we play fair
T3: don't get mad cause I know what you're doing
Me: I don't care, really
T3: I know you don't
T3: grimy has no soul
Me: sorry u feel that way...
Me: well, not really...
T3: whateva
Me: you gonna win this one?
T3: ask your fuckin hackers program if I'm going to win
Me: ok one sec.... brb
T3: ok
Me: lol
T3: turn it on highpower
T3: cause you got some work to do
T3: MINNESOTA FATZ
Me: better win now, if u miss, imma take it...
T3: yeah
T3: do whatcha gotta do
T3: wassamatta?
T3: your laser pointer went dim?
Me: i dunno...
Me: wow
Me: yay she won!
T3: whatever Max
Me: play one more? to break the tie?
T3: your lil miracle machine must be back working
Me: yep
Me: look at that
Me: I got smoked
T3: yeah
T3: whateva
Me: what now?
T3: you're not the greatest player
T3: but you play better than that
T3: here's a tip
T3: I hope you never try to be an actor
T3: cause
T3: YOU SUCK!
Me: so what u sayin?
T3: I don't take kindly to folk patronizing me either
Me: there is just no 'winning' with you
T3: did you throw the game?
Me: I beat you, I'm cheating, I lose to you, its patronage
T3: JUST ANSWER ME THAT
T3: DID YOU THROW THE GAME???
(after a dramatic pause)
Me: no
T3: ok
T3: and I didn't mean that comment
T3: you are very intelligent
T3: but I think I'm pretty equal
T3: but....some people are just better with numbers
Me: as if I needed your validation, pfft...
T3: hell...Rain Man could beat me on bones
T3: so I don't feel too bad about that
T3: whatever
T3: you pompous piece of....
T3: nevermind
Me: so, you mad now?
T3: no.....not at all
T3: you just really showed me something I had forgotten about you
Me: whats that?
T3: glad you opened my eyes
T3: good day
T3 has signed out. (2/19/2006 12:41 AM)

That was stupid and fun at the same time, because I knew I was getting on her nerves, LOL

mood: chillin' music: DJ Quik - Tonite

I was about to say that this 'campaign' niggas didn't even fight for Civil Rights this hard, but I digress) was somehow a good thing, but replaying this over and over in my head, I had to back it up.

From my understanding (and a lil help from this Wiki), the whole thing was to encompass people in the ______ game to stop snitching when A. they get busted, saying they should just do their time, and B. when something bad happens, handling it yourself instead of always running to police.

Selling this concept to everyday people is a bit redundant, because when you think about it, people didn't really snitch in the hood before all this for fear of retaliation of some sort. So there had to be another constituency, right?

Either way, the whole thing is fucked up, because our communities are constantly being ransacked and assaulted from all sides, yet the one thing people think they can do to help the situation is being taken from them by niggas that wanna sell T-shirts. Sometimes I don't know which is worse, the oppression colored folks are already under from all sides, or the oppression we frequently put on ourselves...

mood: numb music: None

And this is why she will NEVER be wifey...

T3: hey
Me: how are u tonite
T3: ok
T3: and u?
Me: i'm good, thx
T3: good
T3: what time is class today?
Me: 9am
T3: O I C
T3: This is Black History Month...right?
T3: ooooookay
Me: yea...
T3: I see it's gonna be another one of those mornings
Me: nah
Me: what were u saying about black history month?
T3: nevermind
T3: the moment has past
T3: I don't know why whenever you are conversing with me
Me: :|
T3: it's always such pauses
Me: you know, you are the only one who trips about something like that
T3: yeah
T3: I know you talk to sooo many other women
T3: you need to stop throwing that in my face
T3: I get the picture
T3: and don't compare them to me
T3: they can never be me
T3: no matter how hard they try
T3: maybe they don't mind cause they just like you
Me: I don't talk to a lot of other people, but I do other things besides sit on Yahoo waiting for your next message
T3: has that ever crossed your mind?
T3: I don't just sit here on Yahoo either..
T3: but I can chew bubblegum and walk at the same time
Me: good point
T3: .
Me: what
T3: nothing
Me: k
T3: y
Me: i just saw that period
T3: I bet you've seen a lot of periods in your lifetime huh?
Me: how u figure?
T3: nevermind
T3: you slow this morning
Me: I guess...
T3: yeah
T3: It's really frustrating
T3: you are so moody
T3: damn
T3: you sure you're not Gemini?
Me: my mood doesn't change. If you spent more time actually talking to me instead of bitching at me about messages and my past you would know that
T3: whatever
T3: I can't talk to you
T3: cause it takes 2 to conversate
Me: ok
T3: I bet when you converse with your other female friends
T3: poker and all that other shit don't come into play
T3: I bet you can hardly keep your damn fingers on the board from typing so fast
T3: and lively
T3: bet when you talking to them ain't nuthin but teefs aplenty
Me: well, if it's like that, then why bother?
T3: whatever max
T3: you go round in circles
T3: and I don't have to bother
T3: trust
T3: I don't have to lap ass like some of your so called frineds
T3: I came in this muffukin world alone...I can damn sure go alone
Me: ok
T3: *poof*

mood: sleepy music: Main Source - How My Man Went Down In The Game

E2: ass
Me: what I do?
Me: wanna watch the fugees?
E2:*arms folded smiley*
gin_n_chronic: what I did?
E2:*other random smiley*
E2: oh 4 get it
Me: :|
E2: bye
E2 has signed out.

WTF was that about? Who knows...

mood: irritated music: Genesis - Turn It On Again

So, I am talking to this woman, and she says:

Her: When you come home for Spring Break, are we gonna have sex?
Me: Hell yeah, I haven't fucked in awhile.
Her: UGH! I can't believe you used that word like that!

me: What? Fuck?
her: YES! I hate that word and the P-word!
me: Pussy?
her: Yes, that one. I still can't believe you said that. Forget it, you can't touch me now...
me: whatever.

Nevermind the fact this chick cusses worse than a sailor on shore leave or whateverthefuck. But yeah, I may be alone for a few if this keeps up...

mood: apathetic music: Snoop f. Xzibit - Bitch Please

I love this song. When I am particularly stressed about things, I put it on repeat and just remember:

Oh on & on & on & on
My cipher keeps moving like a rollin’ stone
Ow on & on & on & on
You can’t fuck with me, so just leave me alone


The balance in the force is restored, and I can let go, and keep it movin...

mood: calm music: Erykah Badu - On & On

T: you seem preoccupied
Max: poker
T: oh
T: that's more important then
T: peace

Well, it is. Until said person can give me more than just the headache she gives me if I don't answer her IM's in less than 30 seconds...

mood: discontent music: Little Brother - Whatever You Say

This has been 'throw Max off' day.

How so?

Start with this morning as I come in top 25 in a poker tournament. I hadn't been finishing well lately.

Then, as I leave for Psychology class, some girl I never seen before starts to chat me up, saying she sees me a lot. I am not a chatty person on campus. But, next time I see her, she says, I need to speak and be like, Hey C_____!

And here is the latest send off for the day.

I got an email that read:

Вы хотите произвести фурор и удивить именинника неизбитым,
исключительным подарком, который раскроет тайну возникновения
его собственной фамилии? Мы поможем вам!

That's right, its in Russian.

Translated, it says something like:

You wish to make furor and to surprise the birthday man not beaten,
Exclusive gift which will reveal a secret of occurrence
Its own surname? We shall help you!

Someone wanna tell me what that means?

mood: confused music: Stevie Wonder - Fingertips Parts 1 & 2

And, don't say I didn't warn you... Got this from Calvin's myspace thingy...

Your Social Dysfunction: Schizotypal You display social deficits and oddities of thinking. Your perception and communication are similar to those of a schizophrenic.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com Please note that we aren't, nor do we claim to be, psychologists. This quiz is for fun and entertainment only. Try not to freak out about your results.

see, this is why women get on my nerves.

I get the number of this chick that lives in Birmingham. 1st conversation goes well on thursday. fast forward to sunday evening. We do okay until...

Her: we should kick it
Me: yeah we should
Her: So, when you driving up here?
Me: I don't have a car...

Conversation changes to why I don't have one, why I should get one, etc etc. This from someone who JUST said, "i'm not a materialistic chick"

So basicially it boiled down me wanting to say:

Yeah, this is what I want to do: Go to a school where I pay outta state tuition, and keep up a car note, insurance, gas, and maintenance, also keep money to take a random broad to dinner and a movie, all for the PROMISE of getting some ass, or the OPPORTUNITY to do it again, for another POSSIBILITY of getting some ass.

Yes, this, is what I want to incur more debt for.

Give me a fucking break.

Needless to say, she had to go, and was gonna call me back.

I held my breath for that, yeah...

mood: tired music: DangerDoom - Space Ho's

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