okay.

so i visted my old high school today. maaaaan, that place is going down the drain. it used to be at least KINDA good, but these kids are messing it up someting fierce. and this one kid decided he wanted to get smart out his mouth with me. puh-leez, homeboy. he was like "oh, you don't wanna fight me, you don't wanna fight me" yeah, but when i stepped up, you backed down? lmao, keep it moving little boy, i got worse things than your pussy-punk ass to worry about. you think just because you're taller than me i can't whip your ass? whatever. TEST ME. moving on... i saw Ms. Young and talked to her for a while about some stuff, mainly she lectured me about Kevin. wasn't nothing i hadn't heard before. talked to Ms. Grant about race issues, internships, and psychology in the educational system. met the new french teacher. talked to Mr. Johnson briefly about the school and other graduates and my GPA. talked to Ms. Sassine about EVERYTHING. i love that little Haitian lady. she's amazing. then i came home.

aww, man, before i left i was doing all SORTS of housework. the cable guy came over to fix the living toom cable and my dad had me moving the entertainment system so he could get to the wires. smh. then he gonna whisper to me to go clean the bathroom. maaaaaan, i had been planning to get out the house at one, i ended up leaving an hour later.

oh, and did we mention that naia has a date on tuesday? [ dances like Trey Songz in that magazine ] yup, we're supposedly back on to see IronMan. it's kinda refreshing to not have to only see him once before going back to STL. despite that seeing him yesterday was nice, seeing him without someone else tagging along will be even better.
andomghedidthisthingwithhistonguethatmademeforgethowtokissproperly.
LMAO.
but it's true, though ;/

but my parents are supposedly totally cool with the date. at least my dad is.

me: dad, can i go see IronMan on tuesday?
dad: =/you eighteen damn years old, you ain't gotta ask me, go on.
me: =/ ..... see, now when i'm walking out the house and you ask where i'm going i'mma be like 'i'm eighteen damn years old'
dad: nah, if i ask you still gotta tell me.
me: so you don't mind? =/
dad: nah.

pfffft, aiight, then. [ plans an outfit and wash-and-set ]

oh, and take a peek at this...
http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5140/blownyp9.png

LMAO. i love when people who USED to talk to me suddenly re-find my screenname and try to talk to me. sorry, i'm off the market. DEUCES, NEGRO! BAI BLACKIE! lmaoooo.

Allante Pratt: where ya hometown at again?
Naia: Harlem, NY
Allante Pratt: oh yeah
Allante Pratt: pretty lil harlem girl

smh. i appreciate the compliment, but ummm... still. BAI!

ummm... Kevin's at the club. have fuuuun! :D but not too much, you gotta work tomorrow, you punk. i'm thinking of checking to see if we got any Nyquil in the house so i can take me a shower and head to sleep MAYBE. just maybe. i might start writing again instead. or maybe pick myself up a snacky snack. i gotta go to Foot Locker tomorrow with Jaynina for that job app, but that's about it. yup. that's all for tonight. don't feel like upping my wordpress blog.


peace.