{ feeling : sleepy
{ hearing : the octopus project – music is happiness

I never blog, do I? I really don’t know what to say about stuff.

Oh yes, I went back to school on Monday and I’m completely convinced the only purpose of having racial issue courses is to make you feel terrible about everything you are. You’d think it’d be the opposite but not so much no. Maybe I’m taking the wrong ones. That’s probably it. I’m taking an African Lit class and I’m not African.

So yes … Basically, I’m terrible because my ethnic group run businesses in neighborhoods that aren’t theirs. What right do I have, right? I know nothing about weaves! I just go, “Ching chong you likey this nice weave.”

Their words … not mine.

Also, I guess I’m an idiot because I don’t believe hip-hop is dead. In fact, rap is just commercial and doesn’t really count as hip-hop. I guess I’m a tad naive to buy into such things! I guess the only thing that matters is the B-boy. I guess I can’t name a famous B-boy. I guess it really IS dead!

I wonder if I’m also terrible for digging Banksy … Or wait, does Banksy not count either?

That class depresses me. I can’t bring myself to write a research paper for a class that depresses me. Monday was just terrible for me. I just sorta wanted to shoot myself for caring about the things I do.