Pointless Comments/Reflections With A Point
{by Montes and Dick and Ariel and Zulay}
Been Got It: The past tense form of the slang terminology for "I understand"
Explain your current situation to your five-years-ago self.
wow. alrite. i’ll give it a shot…
hey chris,
your name is frank now..it’s a long story. your girlfriend is about to break up with you because of the long distance. it’s ok. & that job you’re working..well, you’re gonna have to work there for another year and some months.. & then you’re gonna get fired. you’re gonna work a couple more jobs after that too. nothing glamorous. kinkos and at&t if you really want the specifics. but you’re never gonna be homeless or starving. don’t worry you won’t fail and have to move back to new orleans either. you are gonna get your heartbroken though. twice. if it helps, the first one is gonna be worse than the second. contrary to how it feels, it won’t kill you. in fact it’s gonna help you write an album. yea, you finally finished an album. people like it man. you’re actually gonna write and record hundreds of songs. they won’t all be good and most ppl won’t think you’re talented at first, but you’re going to master your gifts. you’re going to become a lot stronger and wiser..even a little taller. be patient. i mean, you kind of have no choice. and be good to people. i don’t wanna spoil too much for you, but.. you’re on a plane right now to the east coast to work with kanye west & jay-z. it’s all working out kid. you made it.
At one point or another, more often than we'd like, we all find ourselves caring MOST about those who care about us the LEAST. Its as interesting as it is inevitable and as regrettable as it is embarrassing. We recognize the false hope in caring for those undeserving, yet continue to dwell in feelings of inadequacy. You'd imagine the evidence in common recognition would be enough to end the self pity, but it isn't. Knowing life would be easier, less painful, if we cared only for those who care about us is irrelevant because logic is always out of the question in these instances of self pity.
According to Webster, everyone in this state can technically be defined as delusional masochists... whats interesting about this is that we've all been there. So I cant justify this behavior, but I can definitely relate and looking back at those moments in which i've been the one caring in abundance, I can only pity my foolishness. I pity the fool (Mr. T).
If you're goin through these pitiful times, hopefully this will help you understand that you're definitely not alone and I really think that TRULY understanding this condition can help with relief. I went through this a while back and I think that me knowing a bit more about it would have helped.
I found some interesting info on the study of Self Pity broken down pretty accurately... (it was super religious so I had to do a lot of editing on it)
Self-pity is the process of turning an emotion that is meant to bring emotional intimacy with others inward; thereby blocking our ability to emotionally connect with others. Self-pity is driven by a desire for emotional intimacy. Why do we feel self-pity? There can be several reasons why we may feel self-pity. A few of them are as follows:
• It is an attempt to seek emotional intimacy with others by evoking their feelings of compassion
• It is the result of disappointment over unmet expectation resulting in a feeling of sorrow or loss (‘if only’)
• It is the result of having experienced rejection
• It is the result of a fear of others or a circumstance
• It is a means of punishing one’s self out of shame or guilt (example: I’m so stupid, ugly, etc.; I’ll never be…)
Self-pity creates a vicious cycle. We desire to connect with others so we tell our sad story in an effort to connect emotionally. We may gain the sympathy of others but since our focus is on self it prevents us from connecting emotionally with others; thus blocking the intimacy we were seeking. So we tell our story again in an effort to connect emotionally… and the desire for intimacy becomes like an addiction that is never satisfied and the cycle continues. It’s hard to connect with someone whose focus is inward.
Harboring self-pity can cause us to stay stuck in unforgiveness. It does this by preventing true forgiveness of others because we continue to nurse and rehearse the wound, thereby repeatedly wounding ourselves. It can even create a false sense of a ‘right to unforgiveness’. When this happens, you begin to think to yourself (whether you are conscious of it or not) “Look how this person has done this awful thing to me. I have the right to feel sorry for myself and to not forgive them.”
Self-pity is an emotion that isolates you and keeps you stuck in pain. Self-pity begins in our thought life therefore taking every thought captive is key to release from and staying out of self pity. Self-pity can sometimes hide behind a false pride, making yourself better than the person who wounded you in an effort to justify your unforgiveness. Just remember sorrow for self rarely brings about change.
In order to get release from self-pity, there are several steps we must take:
• Confess/admit self-pity. Confess your hopelessness, disappointment, fear, anger, etc.
• Forgive others who have wounded you. You may need to forgive yourself for punishing yourself.
• Relinquish the right to not forgive someone for wounding you. Relinquish the right to self-pity, or holding on to your pain.
• Taking every thought captive is the key to freeing yourself from self-pity. I can’t stress this enough. What are you thinking about internally? When your mind wanders what topic does it go to? Does it go to wounds of the past? What external data are you putting into your mind (books, TV, conversations)? Remember that our thoughts lead to our behavior and create authority
I hope me keeping it real and addressing this is not misinterpreted. I have a co-worker who is going through this right now and I just feel it really sucks how it effects times you can never relive and decisions you'll regret. Be wise and swag the sht out.
Recently I was selected for Jury Duty, and let me tell you one thing that you might already know about Jury Duty.... JURY DUTY SUCKS! Now with that said, I feel like it is everyone's responsibility to serve on jury duty because it is one of the things that makes this country of ours so great! (Yes, I know our country isn't perfect, but look at it this way, would you rather live here or in some crappy place like..... MOST OTHER COUNTRIES IN THE WORLD! Jury Duty makes this country great because a long long time ago, very smart people decided that in order to make our court trials fair (i.e. not give the entire power of someone's life or any other matter to one person such as a judge) is to get a jury of our peers to determine whether something is right or wrong, or someone is guilty or not guilty. Mind you, this is one of the only countries in the world that gives you this privilege.
When I first received the notice that I was selected for Jury Duty, I felt just like anyone else in my shoes would have felt..... like I won the opposite of a lottery. Instead of millions of dollars and happiness (yes, money can buy happiness), I ended up with the feeling of misery and the potential boredom I will ensue. I left it sitting on my desk for a while and paid it no attention. I knew that I can get out of this somehow. I'm sure I can come up with a good enough excuse to get me out of this. I remember a long time ago I heard these wise words, "only stupid people get stuck with Jury Duty". About a week before my duty, this feeling came over me about doing the right thing. I felt like the right thing to do was to carry out my responsibility as an American citizen and go on jury duty. If you take into consideration that about 4% of the world is lucky enough to live in the United States and I am one of those very few, I shouldn't take that for granted…. And also it was too late for me to get out of it….
As you can imagine, I first went in this with the wrong attitude. Obviously I did not want to be there, but my feelings changed as the day went on (oh, and what a long day it was!). Without getting into too much detail of the case (because I can go to jail if I do) I would like to describe to you my day. I'm only going to give you the highlights, because if I were to describe all the stupidity I witnessed that day, I can go on for a LONG LONG TIME!
Out of the pool of 400 or so jurors, you were put into groups of about 40 and then sent to the courtroom. From there, the lawyers and judge will ask you questions and pick between 6-14 people (depending on the type of case it is). I was put into a Civil case. In this type of case, one person is suing another for something wrongful that they did. This is in contrast to a Criminal case, where the government will try to prove that the person or entity is guilty of breaking the law. One TREMENDOUS difference between these cases is that in a Civil case, the winner is basically the person you agree with 51%. In a criminal case, you have to believe 100% that the person is guilty of some illegal act. This is the FIRST thing that was mentioned in the courtroom, and that is when all hell broke loose.
One of the lawyers uses a sports example in order to show us what the difference is. He basically says "let's say the Dolphins beat the Green Bay Packers by 1 point in the Super Bowl, then you would agree that the Dolphins won correct?" Everyone (or should I say ALMOST everyone) obviously said "YES" (with a little duh thrown in there). BUT, one guy decides to be funny and says "no". Everyone immediately looks at him like he is the BIGGEST DOUCHE BAG EVER! But he jokingly says that "it would be a miracle if the Dolphins go to the Super Bowl". We all had a great laugh.... but, we are in a COURTROOM dealing with a SERIOUS matter, so the lawyer asks again, "But you do agree that they won right? Hypothetically". The guy decides that he is still going to answer NO! This is what crosses my mind "WTF, are you serious, is this how my first Jury Duty going to start???" He states that he is the kind of person that needs more than 51% in order to say who won. He says that he needs like 75% or 80% (apparently he has a % meter reader that tells him how he feels and how much of it he feels). The lawyer then goes on to say that the LAW states that the winner is 51%, no matter what you NEED, because its not about what YOU need, its about what the LAW says. Then the dude decides to argue about the law sort of like how a 4 year old questions everything... "but why? but why does it have to be this way? but why cant we change it? but why? but why did they write this law that way?" It's sort of like asking why on the Palmetto the speed limit is 55 MPH and not 70..... But why??? This is how my day began. There were a lot more instances like this by other people as well. It really got to the point where I wanted to stand up and tell these people how stupid they are acting and to take this dam job serious! (but I don't have the balls to say something like that at a place where jail is really close by).
As I am witnessing all of this I thought to myself a few things... I think we need some sort of college degree requirement in order to be a part of a jury. There were way too many stupid people (this goes back to the "only stupid people get stuck with Jury Duty" quote). Do lawyers really have to go through this with all jury selection? I thought maybe I landed in a bad jury pool and hopefully most others aren't this retarted.... and if they are, boy we have a HUGE problem with our judicial system. And the poor family that has to sit there and witness the selection of the idiots that will be responsible for affecting their life. I tried to picture myself as one of the plaintiffs and I would be ABSOLUTELY terrified sitting there listening to all the stupid things people had to say. Seriously, the rest of my life is going to be held responsible by these incompetent people?
Anyway, where I am sort of leaning with this is that if you are selected for Jury Duty, please be responsible and do your job. Imagine if one day you needed a Jury of your peers to decide your fate, wouldn't you want the best and smartest possible people??
(P.S. I am assuming that all of you that read this are smart people.... given that you follow beengotit.com of course).
You might not know this, but 2 weeks ago on May 3rd, I almost died. I was driving back home and hit a tree and flipped my car over. This happened around midnight and NO, I was NOT drunk. I don't remember too many details though as I was concussed for a moment. I just remember waking up in my car upside down and my body layed on the roof over the driver and passenger seats. I looked down and my feet were on the driver side window which was was too crushed down for me to fit through so I looked up and my passenger side window was conveniently missing (apparently gone on impact with the tree) so I crawled out that way.
I made it out of there virtually unharmed. Of course I had cuts and gashes from crawling on the shattered glass, but nothing nearly as serious as what would usually be the case in a crash of that severity. When I got out and stared at my car I thought damn, I really shouldn't have survived this sht. Everyone that got to the scene couldnt believe that I was the one that was in the car. Both airbags deployed so im sure thats what knocked me out... But what are the odds of not even having a bruise or cut on my face? I hit a fkn tree and crushed my car! Shts crazy.
I'm sharing this because I dont think you ever know how this feels unless you go through it. Im referring to the experience of "cheating death". A great friend of mine, Mohamed Kassim, died on that same street 3 years ago after hitting a tree... and a couple of weeks ago a co-worker of mine died from a similar car accident.
I wasn't emotional or even anxious when I got out of the car, I was actually very calm and just upset that I couldn't find my phone and that I didnt have a car anymore... I eventually found my phone once they flipped the car over... but I had to go to Peru the next day so I refused any medical treatment. I just called Johnny and he came through to tell me I was fine. Real Friend Ass Sht right there.
Today is my Birthday and in the last 2 weeks I celebrated my Grandma's bday with her in Peru and also re-buried my Grandfather while I was there, I received a promotion (opportunity) at my job the day that I got back, and yesterday I bought a new swag ass car. A lot more life-changing sht (that i'd rather not mention) has gone down since the accident and as much as I feel uncomfortable admitting, even my attitude has changed a bit. I joke about this a lot, but this is kind of like a "second chance" at life. My mother and most friends suggest that I should start "going to church" and getting religious... BUT... I think that would be waaaay too hypocritical and just plain insincere. I love and respect all my religious peoples, but I just cant believe that a book written by man will help me live a better life.
I didnt tell most anyone about the accident because I didnt want to think too much about the what-if's. The What-if's are too depressing when I consider the fact that I really havent done enough to be remembered FOREVER. Im really big into leaving a legacy, so this time around im definitely gonna try and be more memorable lol.
Anyways, I hope that most of you guys know that I love you and I don't mean that I think about you all the time or that I want to make out with you... I just love most of you and I dont say it enough because that would sound way too soft. BE SAFE AND DRIVE SLOW.
SIDE NOTE: Ive been driving since I was 16 and I have NEVER been in a car accident. This is the second time in the past 4 weeks and the first time was someone elses fault. That first accident put my car in the shop for a whole week and IRONICALLY the same day that I took it out of the shop, MAY 3rd, was the same day I totaled it.
Other SIDE NOTE: I wasnt wearing my seatbelt... and if I were wearing my seatbelt I would have died instantly. THE IRONY!!!!!!!
Other other SIDE NOTE: I have to reiterate the fact that I WAS NOT DRUNK. If I was drunk, I wouldve gotten a DUI. Some one just got really close to me while I was driving and I moved a little to the side, jumped on the curb and hit a tree going pretty fkn fast.
BE SAFE AND DRIVE SLOW PEOPLE.
You ready for some cliche sht? ----> Life is short, so make sure you do the things you want to do while you still can... swag.
This is the product of a random jam session I had with my boy Chandler The Chan Man Martin on the keys singing like a baby angel. We didnt plan this at all and it was recorded in one take. He just started playing the piano and I had my microphone at hand which had been recording the whole night and we just improvised. I had this poem/song written for over a year now but I never liked the recordings of it (they all felt too long and the story got redundant). But Chandlers dope ass hook, which coincidently goes perfect with my verses, makes the whole theme tolerable lol.
And it's based on a true story... Vanessa Something from my fourth grade (Mrs. McKinneys) class was the first time I got rejected (that btch). Im kidding, im not bitter but it's funny how sht that happens to you as a kid really molds the decisions you make as an adult. For example, now I dont talk to girls named Vanessa.
It all started back when I was 10
I remember then it was 4th grade
In arts class we both made
Similar pictures when asked to draw a portrait
Of what the sun looks like
Yeah she was somethin like the sun looked like could she would glow
I would tell myself dont look twice so she dont no-
tice that she was my main focus
Fresh uniform hopin she would know this
Wasnt the regularly average 4th grade class mate
But every note she wrote would go straight pass me
All my poems and my essays got me straight A's
And she would look at me like "Ok that's great"
Damn, I wish I knew how to impress her
I used to steal that CK1 from my dads dresser
And I would get the attention but didnt want it
from the girls I didnt like shht isnt it ironic
How those same girls I turned down in elementary
Grew up to be the kinda girls that I felt were meant for me
And if I tried to holler now they would turn me down
Karma catches up to everybody eventually
I shouldve been nice, I was so foul
Now that I think about it sht I blame No Doubt
Cause the only girl that I wanted looked like Gwen Stefani
Except she wasnt "Just A Girl" she was more stunning
Had me goin "Bananas" even though we "Dont Speak"
Except for that one time my shit was sooo weak
Everybody was chillin cause it was the last day
And it was raining so the teacher made our ass stay
It was a portable class and what I wish I couldve done was
make a portal to pass straight to the past
Cause I just told her I liked her and she didnt respond
Now I feel like an ass in front of the whole class
Belive me that was cold man
So I walked up out the class in the cold rain
And I aint even run, I just strolled through it
I could imagine man I mustve looked so stupid
But I remember walkin that day to reflect
What the fuck made me think that me and her would connect?
But nah I dont regret it and hope I wont forget it
Cause theres no tellin the depth of a hole that I could get in
And theres no tellin what would of happened without that section
Of my life when I learned about that thing that we call rejection
And I dont know bout you, but thats a heavy load,
especially for me
I was ten years old
I was ten years old
Ten years later
those ten years froze
The only thing that changed about the girls in then and now is their bra size
This is my favorite Gnarls Barkley song and a couple of days ago I noticed there weren't any covers or recordings of this song on youtube and thats just wrong. People need to hear this shit. So the first thing that popped into my head was (fellow beengotit blogger) Zulay's beautiful swaggy ass voice! I called her up and asked her to do a cover and she was down now here it is.
(you can download the song by clicking on the little downward arrow icon located on the soundcloud toolbar)
Look MOM! Im a conscious rapper! Juuuuuust kidding, lol.
I watch a lot of CNN. Anderson Cooper is my dude. Always makes me feel grateful for living in the U.S. so I started writing this a couple of days ago but revised it once I found this beat by Q-Tip and decided it fit so here you go.
Energy energy gotta power the flat screen
We need the power no matter whatever that means
The Lybians, Egyptians, the Japanese
Tsunami's washing up Mobarrak and Ghadafi's
News news the CNN reporter man he made me feel smarter
for learning bout the slaughter
Hungry ass father out there trynna feed his daughter
To the same group of pawns who where laughin when they shot her
Religion religion, recipe isnt missin
Just kill em all if they fall then its definite you should kick em
The help hasnt held position enough to have left the kitchen
So get back and serve with your hand on the word
Sleep sleep, cause even stress has to rest
Your hand gets tired if you hold it on your chest
for too long, is it too late?
To change the outcome, do we choose fate?
Wake up wake up, first of the month again
I'll make a deal with the devil just hand me the fkn pen
What you want my soul? Ok here you can have it then
I dont mind not bein able to see the reflection
In The Mirror mirror is lieing to you
I figure your dieing to let go,
im tryin to let those
who decide that im best known
for the writing of strep throat
sick shit im still legit bitch I been got it.
Energy energy
News News
Religion religion
Snooze snooze
Wake up wake up
In the mirror
Blurry eyed vision isnt gettin any clearer so toast.
Lets drink it up
Most dont give a fuck
So I think ima gonna go and propose
We interrupt
But dont make an ass out of yourself by assuming
A lot of people never had the choice like the Cubans
Opposite of Marks family (Mark Cuban), marked casualties
No TV’s no pictures on the tees
Just STD’s no sympathies
S T A T's count a couple more g's
Died in Haiti
In just a couple days
You gotta look at it a couple ways
Do you, get played for tryin to be brave
Or do you get payed for lookin the other way
Hey either way I say it's all good and dandy
Thank mom I was born in Miami.
This is for all of our followers out there that do not have a facebook (Chris and Jorge) or do not check there facebook invites.....
Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.
beenGOTit.com proudly presents the 3rd Annual Beer Olympics. Yes, I know..... it's about time! It will be on May 21st.
This year it will be Cinco de Mayo themed, so bring out the sombreros and Mexican colors. We are looking for teams of 4. It would be ideal if teams were made up of 2 guys and 2 girls, but I know some of you don't know many women. So, each team must consist of ATLEAST 1 girl... we have a way of making things work out evenly.
We have 5 events this year: (1) straw chug (2) relay race (3) sling shot (4) Bucket o Beer (5) Lightning Round. We will be filming a tutorial very soon (hopefully) showing you all of the rules and regulations of each event.
Admission fee for each team is $60 ($15 per person if you are too dumb to do the math) You can email your Team Name with participants to adiaz0505@gmail.com or just post it on the Event wall.
If you do not want to participate, but still want to come watch the shit show, admission will be $10. This is for UNLIMITED BEER AND FOOD (limited to the amount we have at the park*). You might say, "hey let me save 5 bucks and not participate and just go watch". And to you I say "STOP BEING A LITTLE BITCH AND DO IT!"
P.S. If we can get a team of 4 girls, they will have a special gift for the event.
Date and time is tentative. We will keep you updated if anything changes.
Here is a video of the 1st Beer Olympics made by Dick. We do not have any pictures, videos, or any evidence of the 2nd Annual Beer Olympics so we do not have anything to show for that. :(
So a few months ago our good friend Chris (a loyal beengotit follower) made a video to promote the Christmas day basketball game between the Heat and the Lakers. I meant to post in on the blog, but I'm an idiot and a bad friend.... sorry. In any event, the Heat take on the Lakers tonight for a rematch and I figured this would be the next best opportunity to post the video. The video features a song by miami's own MAYDAY - "Fire".
You can see and follow more of his videos at www.youtube.com/Cnasty006
Frank Ocean of OddFuture surprised the sht out of me with this mixtape: Nostalgia/Ultra <--- (thats a download link). Especially since OddFuture is a gang of young dudes rapping about killing/raping/antichrist skateboard punk sht.
If you're an RnB fan like im an RnB fan you will definitely appreciate this. It's a very gritty young REAL take on the typical Jodeci-type-shit.
She singing, "bitch i'm paid, that's all i gotta say." i'm like who knew, who knew, who knew, that after all the years i'd make a weezy fan out of you too, you too, you too. when i met you, you were thom yorke, chris martin & u2, u2, u2. when you met me i was three6, pimp c, bun b, 8ball & mjg. but we're both a long way from home, we got the windows down, the radio's on..always. i wrote a letter to the sky, saying maybe one day you'll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. my girl found it in the car & said "baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me." cuz you know you're my baby, you know you're my baby. i'm not just in it for the ride. in it for the ride...
I just want to say that im a big fan of Mr. Sheen. His confidence and ideals are admirable and inspiring. I dont think its fair that because he uses ridiculously exaggerated phrases to express himself we label him "delusional". Listen to what he's saying, the guy is all about love. Positive Peace Promotion. Nothing wrong with self confidence. RANDY MOSS SWAG. Sheen should be a rapper.
WARNING! Theres a lot of cursing in this one... and a lot of WINNING.
I talk a lot of shit but my breath fresh
And I wont stop talkin until I get checks
BITCH I WONT CHECKS FUCK IT I WANT CASH
And I wont stop talkin until I get CASH
BITCH I told Allan grab a gar
Split while I spit nigga we gon be stars
And my boy Balls got a glock in his draws
And we stay winning like that motherfucker Charles
IMA be Charles SHEEN what I mean
Got a group of mothafuckin fiends on my team
Accessary nigga if you seen what I seen
And I got a whole pocket full of green in my jeans
Double dollar bills, yeah its all about the Jefferson's
Nigga sick sick like I dont believe in medicine
Nigga think quick man I dont believe in pause
Ignoring Jehovahs witness like I dont believe in God
Better not knock, FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
You talkin to the highest nigga without the herb
Without the words say Hi and be out
Stop and talk sht isnt what I be about
I be about doin hood rat shit with my people
Connected with 4 G's like an EVO
Balls Ariel Dick Jason and Chris
Fuck its a big list ima need like 3 more
Pages fuck you if you hate this
RIP Dilla cause he's the one that made this
Runnin this shit like castro
And I dont fuck with Chino cause that nigga is an asshole
These are all the things that I can come up with off the top of my head. Not to mention that its one of the only places in this country that you can go to the beach all year round!
This post was written as a note on facebook by Meredith Menden. I do not know her personally, but someone reposted it and I thought this was amazing. I would have asked her if it is ok to post this on my blog, but for some reason she doesn't allow messages on facebook. So I'll just assume that its ok.... you know what happens when you assume.......??
Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - babysit!
We can get that for less than minimum wage.
That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan-- that equals 6 1/2 hours).
Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day...maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.
However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.
LET'S SEE....
That's $585 X 180= $105,300
per year. (Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).
What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master's degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children X 180 days = $280,800 per year.
Wait a minute -- there's something wrong here! There sure is!
The average teacher's salary (nation wide) is $50,000. $50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student--a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!) WHAT A DEAL!!!!
Make a teacher smile; repost this to show appreciation for all educators.
I wrote half of this when I used to work at the airport probably 8 months ago. I would see the most beautiful "marry me" type chicks EVERYDAY (Richard knows what im talkin about) and got inspired lol. I finished it recently with the idea of being infatuated with what you HOPE someone is. <--- That's how I define a crush and I had a little crush on the lady at the bank, so she inspired the rest lol
(SIDE NOTE: I just recently got direct deposit so I gotta come up with an excuse to go down there. Womp womp. I think ima order some more $2's LIKE A DOUCHE!)
Divine, supernatural beauty What her attraction is to me isnt comparable Absence wouldnt be bearable Very few people I know wouldnt take time to stare at you Maybe cause youre a parable and im willin to learn
Her passion makes me want to read a passage in her book But look at how she acts, shes acting how she looks Reacting to my passes like she needs a second look Cause yeah, she's all that, and me? Im just all shook
It took, me a long time to admit That I need a new puzzle for all of these pieces to fit But nowadays its a struggle to believe in a gift So I struggle to get the words out while shes pleading the fifth
Nah she aint sayin shit, and I aint saying nothing neither Its the same conversation every time that I see her Fuck her love her leave her thats what she thinks ima do But she dont know I need her and she prolly needs me to
But, we'll never find out, intimidation and lust The combination is parallel separating the US The WE the SHE and ME the read between the jokes The horoscope told me we're good so yeah theres hope
Right? Oh, they switched it up Well I guess it doesnt matter anymore who gives a fuck Anyways say hi and say bye and keep passin I dont know if I know her but I know I love her passion
You can hear me reciting/rapping this over Izy Volta's song "Knock Em Dead" in the following video (shot by Ariel). Btw, the song Izy is singing here has been stuck in my head for the past week! That thing needs to be on the radio. LISSSTEN.
And this was shot at Miguels house during his bday bbq... HAPPY BDAY MIGUEL! If you don't know who Miguel is, he's a loyal beengotit follower/good friend/the only person I know that could survive a bear attack. CHEERS.
Here is a recording that I made at Miguel's house. We got live music erywear outt hurr! (I meant to misspell that btw) Miguel is a committed beengotit follower and we appreciate it greatly! (If you didn't read yesterdays post on some great local bands that you should check out then you should scroll down and read once you are done watching these videos) Hope you enjoy.
This is a live version of the song "Face On My" by Monty featuring Johnny. Marli did us the honor of playing Johnnys part.
This is the original version of that song. I dont know why Montigity hasn't posted it yet, but it looks like I have to do everything out here.... "Fuck you, pay me"
Ever since Montes introduced me to one of the greatest bands coming out of Miami, ¡MAYDAY!, I've had my eye out for good local bands coming out of South Florida. I love supporting local music, and so should you. You know why? Cause you fucking live here, that's why! (If you are reading this and currently do not live in South Florida, (1) I feel bad that you live in a wack ass place and (2) please disregard that last sentence).
A couple of weeks ago I was invited out by my friend Kelverth to check out his band BredCrumbs. They were performing at Transit Lounge with 2 other local bands: YMF (Your Mom's Favorite) and CornerStoners (I did not get to see them perform because it was already 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night..... But I do plan on catching them another time). The show was awesome! Both bands had great vibes.
I've seen YMF perform a couple times before. They are really funny and clever. I'd describe them as a mix of ¡MAYDAY! and Montes (Yes, I am comparing other music to beengotit's very own Montigity because if you follow this blog, then you follow his music and you know what I mean!) They also did a song over Nas' "Hip Hop is Dead" beat and it was dope as fuck! The song is called "Turn It Down" and they currently do not have it posted online, but as soon as they do I will let you know. Bredcrumbs was a little different than YMF. They gave more of a 311/Sublime feel. A bit more reggaeish and R&B. Each songs offer a different kind of sound to it. I definitely recommend both bands. BredCrumbs performs a lot at Jazid in South Beach, and I've seen YMF perform at various locations such as White Room (now known as Eve Nightclub), and Churchills.
Both bands have been featured on ABC's new T.V. show Miami Music Television. This is a show where they have performances by famous artists from the 3 0 5 such as Rick Ross, Pitbull, Flo Rida, Trina, Brisco, Black Da Da, and also famous artists not from the 3 0 5 such as Akon, NeYo, and Good Charlotte. I think it's pretty fucking cool that we have an entire show trying to get local artists some exposure!
So if you wanna check out these great bands and support some local music (even if you do not live in South Florida) you can check out there facebook page: YMF, BredCrumbs.
Recently I started to watch the seasons of How I met your mother, and as the writers in the show would describe it: IT IS AWESOME! The show is about a father telling his story to his children of how he met their mother. The show is centered around a group of friends, one in which the character is named Barney, played by Neil Patrick Harris. Barney is the single friend who finds outrageous ways to pick up women. Below is a recent blog post by Barney on his blog http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.phpa
Barney's Blog
HARD TO GET February 07, 2011
If you read my blog often, or simply live on this planet, you know that 100% of ladies play "hard-to-get." Recently, my best friend Ted and I found ourselves in an uncomfortable situation: a beautiful girl at the bar was stroking his arm and looking deep into his eyes, but the straw in her drink€¦ was pointing towards me. To a trained seduction artist like myself, it was obvious that this girl was teasing me with a classic game of "hard-to-get," while poor Ted was playing his own classic game of "gettin' hard"… a game he only plays with himself.
Here are ten other instances in which it may appear that a girl is uninterested, but is actually just playing "hard-to-get."
1. If she tells you she's "married."
This is chick-code for "I haven't done it in months, take me now."
2. If you're blocking her path to the bathroom and she says, "Pardon me." Take away the P, A, R, and N and you have "Do me." It doesn't get much clearer than that. She wants you to join her in stall #3.
3. If she slaps you.
You know what they say: any physical contact is good contact. Be sure to establish a "safe word" beforehand. I recommend "help!"
4. If she insists the bouncers escort you out of the bar.
She wants to get you away from her friends and have you all to herself.
5. If she's eating pretzels.
Wants you to wrap her legs up in knots. Duh.
6. If the email she gives you ends with @prodigy.net.
She wants your junk, not your junk mail. No post-coital conversation required.
7. If she refuses your offer to buy her a drink.
She wants you to buy her dinner instead – in which case, bail. That's way too much effort when there's probably a girl nearby eating pretzels.
8. If she doesn't answer your phone calls.
She's letting your calls go to voicemail so she can listen to your voice over and over and over again. She horny!
9. If she's buttoning up her jacket and turning her body away from you.
She's teasing you by covering up her heaving bosom.
10. If she pulls you aside and says, "Seriously. You need to stop stalking me. You've been creeping me out all night. I'm about to call the cops."
Wink! It doesn't get much "harder to get" than that.
Out of sheer curiosity (and nagging from certain friends), I recently got a Twitter account--and, though I hate to admit it, I really, really like it. I like it to the point where I'm almost always checking my tweet feed for the latest tweets from those I follow. I'm also slowly building a stream of followers--I've reached an amusingly pathetic 18, which is kind of ironic considering the amount of time I spend on this website, but it's a steady growth nevertheless. I look at Twitter as vomit of the mind; every crude, quirky thought I have throughout the span of my day is tweeted for my loyal 18 followers to enjoy. My first week on this website, I was starting to imagine all the followers I would gain over time (one being David Hasselhoff, who tweet-promised that he would follow everyone who followed him, and I've yet to get my follow. Step your game up, Hoff). Things were looking great for me and my Twitterverse.
That is, until I got my first "unfollow".
Now, it sounds extremely stupid to even admit this , but the "unfollow" kind of hurt me. I basically see it as a virtual shunning. This means that said unfollower did not care to read my charming tweets about going to lavish whisky tastings, or support my Jesus Christ retweets where he compares himself to Carmen Sandiego. Instead, this person, who we'll name WouldBe#18 for identification purposes, thought I was so annoying that he/she/it decided it was too painful to continue seeing my tweets pop up on their news feed. I needed some kind of release for this unnecesary hurt and found this post titled "The 5 Stages of Pain After Being Unfollowed". Turns out I'm not the only one who's ever felt this way (though this person felt a little more pain than I did, which gives me confidence in my sanity). Though I have learned to move on from the experience, I hope to one day bump into WouldBe#18 somewhere in the depths of Twitter; so I can follow them, retweet them, and then block them out of childish, creepy spite.
With that said, follow me on Twitter! :D @zulayarr
