damn it feels good to be a gangsta...
i had no homework tonight. well, i had a quiz to study for and some reading to do but that's not important. when did everything get so boring? i tried to do something in photoshop, i tried playing some of my 450+ snes roms, i moved some of my 2158 mp3s and downloaded the newest version of winamp, i clicked everybody's away message/profile at least twice, i watched batman: dead end, a couple episodes of rocko's modern life, some harvey birdman, and this, and now i'm posting on my lj. i even had a couple movies i could've watched. i'm not even depressed or anything. just really, really bored.
today we started scheduling for senior year. i'm taking calc AP, english AP, anatomy H, psych H, art AP, film studies, and, most likely, spanish AP. i'm thinking it's better that i don't have 3 electives. colleges don't like that apparently. i have mixed feelings about scheduling. yes, i'm looking forward to some of my classes but there's also that whole graduating and going to college and being responsible thing that comes with planning your senior year. it's kinda like how buying your prom dress makes you think of buying your wedding dress. that would be a really clever analogy if i were a woman. instead it's just creepy.
i've watched the spike jonze dvd everynight since like last friday. the video/song Fatlip - What's up Fatlip has to be one of the greatest things ever. i'm going to post the lyrics. why? because it's my lj.
Feelin' downtrodden
Fresh kid turned rotten
I can't believe I'm like E then I'm cotton
Over the years seems like I'm gettin' dumber
Reminiscing to a time when I was younger with a hunger
Full a dreams, determination, self-esteem
But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team
You know the routine, when you winnin' and grinnin'
All up in your face, like they was witchoo from the beginnin'
But on the flipside,
When you washed up like a riptide
Fools clown 'bout how you slipped and let shit slide
Beside the fact
My voice is wack
Clowns is runnin' around, talkin' 'bout I smoke crack
Ain't got no homies that got my back
Yeah I'm a brotha, but some times I don't feel black
My girl is white
My game idn't tight
Niggas who ain't seen me in a while be like "Dude, you aight?"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like
Blowin' like a sucka almost every day
In the back of your mind you prob'ly thinkin' I was gay
But naw, I'm just a bitch ass nigga
The type that get jacked if i was a rich ass nigga
See I been a loser just about all my life
Type that try turn a ho to a housewife
What do you expect
I give respect
And feel for hoes niggas keep in check
I'm far from hard
Emotionally scarred
On Pico Boulevard
I was regarded as a retard
I make myself sick
Get on my own nerves
Immature, insecure,
Grown up nerd
Has-been MC
On a label that's unstable
Choppin' bliggy on a table
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
when they be like "What's up Fatlip?" (ahh)
Hey man, yeah man what's up wid' it
I still got it
Yeah yeah, I been working on my step
Hey check this out
Yo check this out:
(sung)
"She keeps on"
"She keeps on"
Haaaa
I still got it
*dances*