Brandelyn: Lyrical Contradiction

A few random thoughts for you…

                I think that I should start this blog with a confession. Now this is very hard for me to admit, but I feel like my faithful blog readers and I are family so I can be real with you guys.  If you have ever had a series of conversations with me, the term “you don’t know me, I’m from the streets” has probably come out of my mouth a time or two. I talk a lot of smack, that’s just what I do. I’ve never actually had to back any of it up and I figured that the look on my face and the tone of my voice should be enough confirmation to whomever I am attempting to punk, and so far, it has been successful. However, a couple of weeks ago the fam and I went to see American Gangster and by the time the movie ended my stomach hurt from all of the flinching I did every time a gun was shot. All of the violence and drugs and sex gave me a headache, so I am going to confess once and for all, that I am actually Not at all from the streets nor do I have any innate desire to claim said streets from this point on.  In fact, I grew up in the suburbs. I had a schedule of homework, chores and play time. I used to roller skate down the street wearing my Aunt’s Laker Girl uniform (when she wasn’t home of course!) pretending that I was figure skating legend Debbie Thomas. I snuck cookies from the kitchen and sold kool-aid in plastic bags to my friends at school. I had an actual childhood and the closest things I came to being from the streets was the drive by shooting that occurred my freshman year of high school. Other than that, I was living the life that was quite opposite street life. I will actually take my childhood over all that anytime. So let me say it again, I am not, nor have I ever been ‘from the streets’.  Whew…Glad I got that off of my chest…

                I also must discuss Cal football for a second and thus confess that my Go bearness may have reached irrational hieghts. This weekend was the game against u$c and I got tickets at the last minute so I was amped. And then the rain started. However, being a true blue Cal fan, I was not letting a little water come between me and my Golden Bears. However. After almost getting into two fights, one over an umbrella and another with a drunk white girl, standing in the rain for 4 and half hours without being able to use an umbrella, getting punked by u$c’s band, and of course losing the game, I came to the decision that I am going to have to start supporting my Golden Bears from the comfort of my own home. The good news is that I did not get sick, but my sweat shirt is still hanging up in the bathroom and has yet to dry. It was really funny because after a while, I didn’t even realize it was raining anymore. It didn’t even matter. If we had won the game it might have even been fun. It could have been one of those memories that you can talk about with friends a few years from now and laugh. But alas, we did not win, we got punked and my hatred for all things u$c has been elevated by the fact that their band only knows how to play one song. Oakland almost made it into the stadium, but we held back. Besides, we were too wet to get over there and say anything. Just a whole hot mess. Maybe next year I won’t have to use the nerd card as to why Cal is superior to all other schools. Maybe next year. Go Bears anyway.

                Not much else exciting is going on in my life. I’m going home for Thanksgiving on Saturday and I am really excited about that. It is always good just to spend time with the family and chill out. And as an added bonus, I get to spend time with all of my friends that I never get to see because I’m always asleep for the two or three days I’m out there, so it works out great! Anyway, I’ll be in touch soon. I’m working on getting my consistency back with the blogs but as my 04 so eloquently said it, don’t force it, so I’m not. Be blessed and I’ll holla!

Peace Y’all

B