Cooler than being cool?

6:08PM - Ice Cold
The subject says it all. Its ice cold in this office. Yeah, can you believe it USA, our office is used and open enough to know that its cold on a regular basis. That didn't happen until we came along. AASA has been going pretty well, my school work hasn't been close to my expectations, but I am doing okay. I got half a semester to pull it all together. I work well with my back against the wall, but I'm not gonna let it get there. Other than that, the Bid-Off was OFF THE RIP. Jamar and Darnesha did a great job creatively, and their follow through was beautiful. Our advisor said it was the best one she has seen. But I was looking for someone in the crowd, I guess she didn't make it. Anyway, I get a lot of compliments on being President from students to faculty, but I still think I can do so much more, I always think I can do more. I know this year is just a stepping stone to get this thing in full gear. I knew taking this job was not gonna be an overnight turn around. But on a personal note.... "July" has become my new favorite month. I know its October. I'll explain later. Other than that, its been meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting. Hell, got one now. Then I gotta study. Holla at The Kid...

Current mood: working

Not the fro!

So yesterday I was pulled into Mrs. Rochelle's office because she needed to talk to me. The woman we all often refer to as mama had that business look in her eyes and I wasn't very happy because I had an idea what was about to take place. Ok, maybe I didn't. Now, I understood her concerns about looking like a leader when you are a leader. She said that the clothes, the chain, and the fro needed to change. To a degree I feel what she was saying. However, my point was, I'm me. If its a t-shirt, jersey, jeans, or whatever, that's me. I dress to be comfortable. I have no one here I'm trying to impress. I'd rather let my work speak for me, but people tend to be more receptive when you don't look like a rapper. So I agreed to wear a much smaller chain. I'm dropping the basketball and wear the one with The Cross. Hey, I need to carry that with me everyday anyway. The clothes, well, no more jerseys and more polo shirts, I like Ralph Lauren polo shirts anway. Although, I'm gonna keep most of my Akademics gear. However, Houston we have a problem. I can't part with the fro. I love my afro. I've already cut it down once to make it more presentable and less Black Panther-ish, but I can't cut the fro. Not the fro. No. No. No. So we sat there for about twenty more minutes going back and forth till I had enough. Then pride started running the show which lead me to open my mouth.

Me and my BIG MOUTH...

Dang. So as the conversation got heated, what did I have to say?
"You know what? You want me to get my hair cut then you should pay for it and find someone to cut it, cause I'm not driving to Pensacola to my barber." Yeah. I thought it was over then. And before I knew it she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and directions to her son's barber and informed me she had already made an appointment. Excuse me for a minute...

Damn.

Me and my big mouth. So here I am. A new look and a cold head. It's a good cut but I'm so use to the curly hair afro that lays down perfectly in this humidity. Even when it was nappy I was still fresh with it. I'm just depressed now. It does look more professional, but I'm gonna have to work with this makeover. Forget this Brooks Brother's stuff, I think I got a plan. Yeah, I might be able to work with this after all. Because if I have to do this to advance the organization then I have to make this work for me. I can't wear Old Navy and that other white boy stuff, I got switch the style up. I'm thinking brofessional. I'm also thinking I'm cold. I miss my fro.

Midnight madness

If you know me, then you know that basketball is just as deep as love to me. And last night was a serious exhibtion of what love can trully be when the right team is playing. The energy, the heart, the sweat, and the passion. The feeling you get when make a great move and pass it off to your teammate. Our your teammate gives you the green light to do what you do, and you get in that zone and they are just happy to be on the same court with you at the moment. You and your team in the same rythm, the same flow, and there is nothing better in the world. Because the feeling you have right now, is better than anything you could imagine. But the notion that there will be other times better than this one, take your breath away.

Too bad I'm not talking about basketball.

Never in my life have I ever been nervous about sex, even with my very limited amount of partners, and the fact that the person I have had the most sex was my first and we finally parted ways for good in May. But it's something about her. When she touches me her hand goes past my flesh and into my soul. Everytime we touch, we hug, sit close to each other, you can feel the passion. I can't label it love at this point, but this is something special. What is even more crazier, our first kiss (lip to lip) was this week too. Just laying on my bed and we kissed. And now last night we took it all the way. I think she was a little surprised that the kid had some talent. But no lie, I was nervous as hell. She kissed my neck and I felt electricity going down my back and through my legs. I kissed her curves and she pulled me close. And for a minute it seemd liked we couldn't get enough of kissing and touching each other. Then when I finally pushed inside of her, I watched her eyes roll up in her head. She pulled me close and caressed my back and kissed me. Then I pushed deeper as I put my arms around her, I noticed how warm and inviting she felt there and how natural it seemed to be in this position with her. And for the next two hours we got very close. And when I heard her say give it to me, it was on even more. She made my voice crack and then she laughed. I let it all out and fell asleep in the most comfortably. I must admit...It didn't get left there...

Kissing and Telling

The biggest lie we've all been told is that a kiss can tell you a lot about a person. Dealing with Kenisha (see the car wash post) has told me that she is a sweet southern belle finally home from college and on her way in life. Ok, we got that part. But what she has been showing me is that she is really into me and she wants things to go further that what she has been saying. She finally admitted to liking me but we are supposed to be just friends. Why are just friends up to two and three in the morning on the phone talking about NOTHING? The unwritten rules of urban courtship suggest that this is the first step into a relationship. Now, by our own mouth's we are not in a relationship even though she has broken up with her boyfriend. But everything we do is been telling a different story. We've tried our best to keep the fact we are friends under wraps because being in my position is causing my personal life to be more in public view even more than in the recent past.

So here I am trying to figure out how we let ourselves get into tonight's affairs. I'm not even sure who took the first step but I hope that kiss didn't start anything. Let me stop...I hope that KISSING didn't lead to anything. But I will admit, it was nice. Hopefully it will be left right there...Peace.