Sorry blog!

Wow, i cant believe how long its been since ive kicked the funky lyrics on this byotch!!(I'm officially urbanized!!!!) So, geez i gotta lot splaining to do(lame lucy reference!). Where to begin...Ok, well, the weekend after thanksgiving was spent mostly holed up in my homestead for it was the weekend of the "bayou classic". Yeah, pretty much, just as freakin ghetto as it sounds. Its a football game between two(predominately black)southern colleges(grambling, southern). But, and let me just say before i delve too far into this rant, i am in no way shape or form discriminatory with my feelings toward ignorance. In other words, if you're a jackass, i dont care what color your skin is, you're an idiot. And so, with my rant, where was i, oh yes the ghetto classic. Ok, so people started showin up in town on like, wednesday,(game was on saturday )there are sooo many things wrong with this;
1.Its freakin thanksgiving for gawds sake!!!! I mean, come on, cool you're a devoted fan(of schools id never even heard of till this particular weekend!)but, is it really that serious of an event to put friends and family(and bomb ass turkey sandwiches, come on, you know those leftovers are like, almost better than the initial meal)on the backburner for a game? Glad you're not in my family!!
2.Hi,welcome to my city,if you would kindly leave your guns, knives and sweet tea at the state line! Ok, so not to knock tourists, cuz, well for one, im pretty much a tourist, for like, life.Secondly, im fully aware that the economic stability/revenue of this city pretty much relies on tourism. But, come on. Some of these fools should NEVER LEAVE HOME. First off, what the f is sweet tea, and what the hell makes you thing that just because you have it in whatever backwood town you came from makes it even a slight possibility that we've ever even heard of said tea(still have no idea). When bitching about this topic to jason he compared it to us assuming that we could find a tri-tip sandwich anywhere in this city.(Thats right people, all these bbq joints, and no tri-tip, and they call it a bbq, its a travesty, thats what it is!!!) So not only are they drinkin weird shit, but they're bringing the street violence(yeah, you know, havent heard of any shootings in the last...). I mean, first they wouldnt even let me into the french quarter(hellooo, im like, a resident. hehe!!). Then, and at this time id like to point out that both nights i was in at, well, a decent hour(arent ya proud of me dad!!). Nevermind that i was pretty much running on like a 3day hangover, nonetheless, i was home on a weekend!! Anyway, my SOBER sleep was constantly interrupted by what, at first, i thought was a crazy dream of me living in like, south central, or compton, when in fact it was a helicopter hovering like, directly over our house, both nights til about 4 in the morning. Turns out there were 3 seperate stabbings just on bourbon street this weekend, yay tourists!!! I mean, come on, i(if im still occupying the french quarter)will make defininite plans to avoid any activity in the quarter for the good ole ghetto classic next year!! Apparently every year this particular weekend is riddled with beligerantly violent acts, gooooo grambling!?!
So, that was turkey day weekend. Last week totally rocked!!!!
Wednesday, December 1st- My friend athena got 2 pairs of tickets to the hornets, kings game. But it was really just a kings game, i mean, what are the hornets now, like 1-15, its more than pathetic, i just, its sad!! Anyhoo, that was fun, we had really great seats, and athena and i ran into some jackass. Im not gonna ramble(well, at least not about this particular story!)about this one, i'll just leave it at this:when at any sort of event that requires one to, when needing to pass by, cause other individuals to be temporarily disrupted, one should simply use the two words that make said event socially acceptable"excuse me". In other words, asshole in orange shirt, its two words for gods sake, and yeah my shoes are pointy, but you wouldnt have had to step on my foot if you werent such a rude jackass!!!!
Thursday, December 2nd-So, in case you didnt read a post from the day before turkey day, i saw my boyfriend marc at the hob that night. Well, on this night, athena's radio station, was having their annual holiday concert, and marcy poo(yes, we have pet names, mines...well, we're still working on it, you cant rush these things people!!)was performing. Athena, being the kick ass friend she is, aware of my adoration for the soulful louisianan, got me vip tickets to the show. We went together, and watched the concert from the upstairs(pimp steezy!!). We were watching the opening act, when someone said my name, in a very raspy, twangy murmur, i turned around to find it was my marc!! Apparently he had gone into athenas station prior to the show, and athena went on and on about her wicked cute friend(yeah jerkface, shes talking bout me!!!)who loved his music, so, he told her he'd meet me at the show. And so the romance begins. I mean, he's real busy with touring and ya know becoming famous and everything, so we decided to keep it casual, he said he'd call.....Oh, and my friend billy(guy who ive been spending time with, hes supercool, )came to the show with me. We were having a great time, when aaron(guy who i was previously spending time with unitl he divulged the existence of his girlfriend in germany, who was coming here for christmas. Oh, and this conversation happened after i having to rearrange my work schedule, picked his punk ass up from the airport!!UGHHHHHH!)called, he eventually showed up to the show, uninvited, putting me in an awkward position(evening consisted of each slyly putting the other down in some witty manner, and each sneaking flirtatious glances with me)until the end of the night, when in true janice fashion, i left for the restroom, and upon returning found the boys surrounded by like 6 or 7 chicks, ahhh my love life!!!!!
The rest of the weekend we pretty much just chilled, but yesterday, ah yesterday!!
My friend maxwell(kid from s.d. who djs here)had to do a remote(2hr live feed into radio station)from a place called plaquemines parish, they were having an orange festival. Im usually pretty informed on the goings on around town, but i hadnt heard of this particular one, and upon arriving(after a two hour drive that felt more like 5 because, aside from the sporatic trailer, or beautious mansion-there was one that was sooo awesome, only, in true bayou, backwood fashion, the front lawn was adorned with two, monstrously grotesque pink flamingos, why louisiana, why?-there was literally nothing on the entire trip, oh and i cant forget to give a shoutout to my boys at the quickie mart along the way, appropriately named, GRAB YOUR SACK-Im not joking!!!!!)Once we arrived to what to the naked eye appeared to be nothing more than a parking lot carnival, a real bad one too, not that there's actually like, decent ones, but, anyhoo, oh, so upon further investigation(earlier that morning it was pouring rain, and of coursed this little partay was on what used to be dirt, but in its pretty much liquid form could be referred to as, shit, no, oh yeah mud) and having to roll up my cute new gap jeans that were official victims of this supposed festival(me, not so festive at this point)alas a view of the festival. Chalked full of goodies such as; -an orange wine tasting booth(that shit was legit!!!, and quite affordable at only 8 bucks a pop)
-an orange tasting booth(dude, they had like, 12 different kinds of oranges, im no longer ignorant to the citrus world and all of its many gifts it has to share with the world(blood-red navels, dude, they're freakin great!!!!!!!!
-I couldnt leave out the arts/craft booths with many, uh, unique, items(dude, one chick was selling shalacked pieces of wood,what the hell?)Except for one booth, some braud was attempting to sell her half-bayou ass version of crocheted scarves, i was like, listen heeah(thats here in dirtay south lingo byotches!) you just make sure you keep your wimpy ass scarves on this side of the, uh, (at this point realize i dont know where the hell i am, and also notice a large crowd encircling me, out of nowhere, im clocked with something right in the dome, i look to the ground and notice its a red navel, ive been hit!! Suddenly im being pelted with citrus of all shapes and sizes, its like a stoning, no, its a juicing, i attempt to make a run for it, but am held back by my new found love for the plump, sweet juices of the bloody navel, i fall to my knees, and though ive now blacked out, the pain is worth the price, for the lingering taste from that small, round delicacy is with me, always!!) God, that is so like me, i love being a fat kid!!!!