naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Friday, June 20, 2008

theHOOKUP.

can we say "open doors"?

[ waits for you to say it ]
because honestly, it's like stuff is happening on this mini-whirlwind/whirlpool kinda path that's both really fun, really cool, and almost scary, lol.
last night shay told me about a rap competition here in NY over the next week. top prize is a $1000 gift card, but there's gonna be some big names in entertainment there, too (shay only told me that diddy was gonna be there, but like him or loathe him, he's still in the music business... there that go). i'm wondering if Tykym or Don or Lamar are going to get into the competition, too... if they are, idk if i wanna participate. they're my big brothers, both spiritually and in music since they're the ones who brought me into gospel rap. competing against them seems... almost wrong. i'm probably still gonna compete, though. btw, the kids at the revival are still loving my raps, but i'm falling back today to let Ty rap. let someone else blaze the stage. besides, i'm running out of rhymes that i remember.

fast forward to today.
so today i came back to work today, late as all get-out because i had to go to the doctor's office for a letter to tell HCZ that i don't have tuberculosis. it took like... 15 minutes to get a letter. but that's besides the point. i get to the B train at 135th street so i can go straight up to 161st and River Ave. we go uptown to 145th... then start moving back downtown... wtf? i ended up getting off at 125th to take the express D train back up to my original destination. blah blah blah, i finally get here. i worked with Junior taking surveys, but i only got one done today. people just weren't tryna hear it today. so we come back to the Muslim Womens Institute to take lunch at 1... but lunch ends up taking like... 2.5, 3 hours! fine, whatever. i asked what i could do around the office instead of sitting around. so iend up organizing invoices and such. not the most fun work, but much better than sitting around, cracking jokes and texting. so, in my time here, i made the acquaintance of a few people. one dude named Tony gave me this amazing Akademiks handbag:


and then this guy Jeff (i was talking to him earlier about the Celtics-Lakers championship game with Junior) was ragging on me because i was screeching, pretending i was singing and he was like "stop, you can't sing"... so i said, "nah, i wasn't trying" and he was like "yeah, okay"... and you know me, if i smell a challenge, i'mma bite it in the jugular, LMAO. so when he came back around...

me: you hurt my feelings...
jeff: huh? why?
me: you said i can't sing
jeff: well, you weren't trying, so go on ahead and try!
me: [ sings the first verse and chorus of "i'd rather" by luther vandross ]
jeff: [ grins ] see, i'mma have you singing over at my job.

heheheheh. hustlenomicsmuch?

between the free bag and the compliments and the fact that i'm like the comedian of the office when i've only been here two days? shoooooot, can't complain, now can i?

oh, btw, i'm almost done with my first song! [ throws a handfull of confetti ] shhhh.... naia might ACTUALLY be trying to make a mixtape? GETOUTTAHEREWITHTHAT,SON! ....maybe? lol, i don't know yet... i still gotta ask Avi if i can record with him during the school year... AND i gotta find out if i can get any guest appearances... i'm thinking Audrey and Gerald (of course)... hmmm... probably Avi himself because he's letting me use his equipment and such anyway. ooooh, maybe Leah and Whitney! to do some singing and such... =] i'm getting ahead of myself. a mixtape is a big project... like a baby.... or a pet. but still... i'm flirting with the idea. [ bats my eyelashes at it ]

peace.

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