Self Exposure: My Xanga page

Middle school at J.R Masterman was interesting.

Grades 5 through 8 at Masterman were composed of young, confused, bright THUGS ("Thug nasty, nasty thugs." Haha, word to Barbershop). Well, maybe not everyone was a thug... but I thought I was. During my tall tee and Girbaud phase, all I did was rap and act like I wasn't good at tennis [I had to be the only young tennis player in West Oaklane lol]. Looking back at middle school, I realized that I had no clue who I was. The only thing that I knew for sure is that I loved music. That leads to the actual reason for this post...

Who remembers Xanga.com? If you have no idea what Xanga is, I'll tell you. Xanga is a blogging network that was popular [as the sex bracelets] in middle school. I'm not sure if it was a Masterman thing or not, but it seemed like everyone knew about it. To make a long story short, I had a xanga and it still exist, so technically I still have one. My xanga page was nothing like this blog, because most of my post were raps. I was so serious about rapping at one point, that I remember almost getting studio time and getting on a mixtape, Haha. [RALPH aka RAH aka Manilla Mist Whaddup!?]

I am about to post a link to this beautiful Xanga page. Don't be surprised if you see Z's on the end of my words... Because that's how I rolled back then. Also, don't be surprised if some of my punchlines are really sexual or violent... Because I was harder than pavement back then... [This Xanga deserves a content warning way more then this page] Peep the May 4, 2005 collaboration with Kris...That's a straight classic lol...

So with no further adieu... A somewhat embarrassing link to my past.
[Btw, I came up with the "The International Baller" as a name because LL use to call himself that sometimes... Plus, who doesn't want to be international? I know I do.]

too much greene, literally.

Vick is Greene.

I have about five or six post stuck in my head that I need to publish. But first, I'd like to say that I am ecstatic that Michael Vick is an Eagle. He is the reason I began watching football.

THIS FRIDAY

COME TO THIS



&THEN THIS


[And umm... that's not me on the flyer... lol]

Either grab a flyer from one of us, or say "Kenny" at the door when they ask who invited you. This is just a little something my friend put together before everyone leaves to college... come thru!

2 5 .

So as I was browsing Facebook on this lovely afternoon [even though it feels like morning because I woke up around 1] and I saw a note posted by the wonderful Caasi. It was her top 25 most played songs on iTunes. I always think that list is interesting because I listen to many of the same songs on a regular basis without realizing it... Here's how my top 25 most played looked. This is what happens when you sleep to songs...

SONG - ARTIST - PLAYS

MIND SEX - DEAD PREZ - 251
COMPLEXITY - THE ROOTS - 222
THE PANTIES - MOS DEF - 211
SOMETHING ABOUT US - DAFT PUNK - 171
SLOW BEAT [MIND SEX INSTRUMENTAL] - DEAD PREZ - 169
BRIA'S INTERLUDE - DRAKE - 148
RIGHT SIDE OF MY BRAIN - THE DREAM - 145
TOO FLY - DWELE -136
DON'T GO TOO SLOW - CASSIE - 133
BUISNESS PLEASURE - TREY SONGZ - 132
LITTLE BIT [FEAT. LYKKE LI] - DRAKE - 128
HOUSTATLANTAVEGAS - DRAKE -123
A NIGHT OFF [FEAT. LLOYD] - 121
BRAND NEW - DRAKE -121
ROCKIN' WITH THE BEST [FEAT. PHARRELL & BOBBY VALENTINO] - JADAKISS - 113
D.O.A - JAY-Z - 111
PILLOW TALK - KID CUDI - 108
LITTLE BIT - LYKKE LI - 107
YOUNG & SEXY [FEAT. MIKE SHOREY] - FABOLOUS - 101
LIP SERVICE - CHARLES HAMILTON - 100
CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD - CHARLES HAMILTON -100
THINK TWICE - J DILLA - 100
DIRTY PEACHES [FEAT. J*DAVEY] - 88 KEYS - 100
I LOVE, YOU LOVE - JOHN LEGEND -99
RUN TO THE SUN - N.E.R.D - 98

Looking over this list, I'm not sure how D.O.A got so many plays... and I must say much of this play list is past girlfriend influenced... but don't ask.



This post has been Sito approved.



greeneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

THE GREAT HANGOVER TOUR • PHILADELPHIA

So after uploading 200+ photos from last nights show, I told Yanny to pick his top 20 so I could post them. The concert was so G.O.O.D that we had to settle for a top forty something. In reward for buying tickets to one of the best concerts we have ever been to, Cudi tossed us his signed Chuck, that he was sporting when he first started his performance. All in all, the concert was "raaaagin'."

[DASHIKI? Why not.]

[Cudi's autographed chuck]

[Melo was the one that Cudi actually tossed the sneak to. The Cudder def knew where he was, because that was LOVE.]

•GREENE•

Beautiful.

LEVELS OF HOMIE-ISM.

The summer is coming to a close and many of us are parting ways, slowly but surely.

In this next month or so, many of us will be enduring the most dramatic changes of our lives, as we disperse throughout the country to different colleges. As this begins to happen, you can really catch an idea of who will continue to be by your side when your back from school, or in life in general. I feel like the summer is the ultimate test of high school friendship/relationships, or like the boul Swizz says, "WHO's real (and) WHO's fake." Actually, those descriptions are way too extreme... So let's pretend I'm J-to-the-moi for a second, and act like I decided to replace "Who's real and who's fake" with "Who's there and Who ain't." [Excuse me, I had to get my dairy on for a second... I def could have made that a lot cheesier.]

I wish there were more words to describe the many different levels of friendship. In my eyes, the word "friend" includes way too many people. It should be broken up into at least several different groups [maybe even more]. Here are some of the different friendship levels that I have noticed in my life. Maybe you can relate. Actually, I'm sure you will.

+There are the people I see as family, the ones I talk to almost everyday or at least every few days. The people who know what I'm thinking just from a simple reaction or glare... because they're thinking the exact same thing, usually trying not to ignorantly laugh.

The people who I have daily textual intercourse with for at least a satisfying two minutes, or if the topics up... until my fingers get soft from tapping that iPhone keyboard so good much (lol).

The people who make sure they reach me first if they want to do something, or just to chill. The people who don't like others just because of their relationship with me. The people who will go out of there way, just to help me out. These people are more apparent then ever.

[Example of the two minute conversation:
A: Yeo (, cuz/, fam/, nigga/, boul/, greene/, girl/, man/, kg/, yourname/, baby/, papi/, sexy/, blank/, ninja/, badboy<--LOL!/, beautiful/, hussy/, guala/, bitty/, wifey/etc.)
B: Suuup
A: Nothing, chillin'. You?
B: Chillin' (Unless they're actually doing something)
A: What are you doing today?
B: Shit/Nothing/Nm, what's up?
A: (Either this person has something to do, or they reply, "Nothing, I'm bored as hell" or something of that nature... Then the conversation dies.)

Even though the conversation is usually pointless, it's still necessary.]

+The people who I wish I saw more, because if I did, I know they would be included in the group above. Talk is limited because we run out of things to talk about simply because we're both around different people, with different situations, which takes a toll on conversation and hanging out. I feel like shouting some of y'all out, 'cause I have mad love for y'all...

+The people who I'd be proud to call my friend or say, "I'm cool with", if I met someone who knew them. We might not be that tight, but you know they'd do the same if your name was mentioned.

+The people that I only see sometimes, but we're satisfied with the amount of time we see each other. More or less would not matter. Although, we still see ourselves as friends.

+The people who I'm supposedly tight with, but I'm usually not one of the first people they call to chill or hang out. Even though they sweeeeaaar we're tight as six dudes in a Pathfinder [and that's tight.], they only hit you up once in a blue moon. The only time I'm with them is when I hear about chillin'/ going somewhere from someone else (not because they told them to tell me either). I've slowly started to stop reaching out, because I don't like forcing things. But, regardless it's still all love... even though the disconnection is drawlin'.

+Then there's the people who I see as friends, but in reality they don't like me as much as I think. However, they would never tell me because we have the same friends. Haha, please know... it's noticed. I call this a forced relationship.

+A reversal of the situation above.

+Then of course, there's the people who I give dap to just because we're in a group and it would be awkward if I didn't. I don't see this as a level of friendship, but I just wanted to mention it because I think it's funny as hell. It usually goes like this (after I announce that I'm leaving to the group): DAP, DAP, DAP, DAP, DAP (insert a couple, "aight, yo", "hit me ups" and friendly "byes"), DAP, DAP, DAP, (Then you get to the person. They are usually last on your goodbye-dap list. You look around and everyone's looking, then suddenly there's a forced, AWKWARD DAP. Usually a bad handshake, or a one-armed hug lol.)

I only covered some of the levels of friendship that I witness. Hopefully, you have an idea of where I'm coming from. But that's it for this post. Holler, B.

ALRIGHT, YO *daps and hugs*

I WILL DEF BE WATCHING THIS, LOL.

R.I.P BAATIN

This is my jawn. Never knew there was a video for it until today. Gary Coleman... funny.

TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY

This was GOOD Saturday morning material (Know what I mean?). The Ice Cube cameo made me laugh.