Today was full of sleeping, as yesterday drained me.

I woke up around 12 o’clock. Nina arrived home shortly thereafter and let Buffy out and I proceeded to go BACK to sleep. I woke up an hour later and no sooner was I up and at em when the doorbell rang.

I answered the door and it was my neighbor Earl. Actually I can’t just call him Earl, he will always and forever be Lil Earl. When we first moved into this house Lil Earl was about 9 years old, playing basketball with the big kids and holding his own!! I remember Lil Earl and his boy Chaz finding one of those hand held signs that say stop on one side and slow on the other to control the flow of traffic around construction sites. They were causing CHAOS on the main street that runs by our neighborhood, it was hilarious.

Earl has really grown up alot, he made me feel old as a matter of fact. We talked about life and what we were each going through. I found out about his future plans and what not and I really hope he gets to play ball in the NBA. As a matter of fact, I know that some how some way he’ll find himself there.

At any rate, my mother arrived home shortly therafter so I ended up taking a shower and getting dressed after folding some clothes. Then I cleaned up the front area a little for Che’s company.

Time passed, Mom and Nina went to go scoop my Dad and get some crab and crawfish. I sat and watched 2 Fast 2 Furious with Buffy. Then they all arrived home. It was good seeing Dad. He threw down in the kitchen. If I liked crabs and crawfish more I would have really enjoyed it more, but as it was I enjoyed just being at the table with them. Later on my cousin Radiance joined us, then Birthday Che and two of her friends showed up.

We ate some good ice cream cake from Marble Slab and then took Dad and Che back to their spots.

I got a chance to meet the homie Rebecca from the forum that I used to be a part of. She was just as much of a cutie in person as she is on the forum. She always has my back when the haters come out of the woodworks.

Anyway, it’s not too late to go to my sister’s page and wish her a happy birthday so do so!

When I come to Atlanta I am usually pressed for time. I usually have one day to do everything I’m supposed to do so I try to do too much. I had to keep reminding myself today that I’ll be here until Sunday, plenty of time to do everything I want.

Last night, as is the custom, I caught up with the homie Nile for a few drinks at the local Ruby Tuesday. We caught up on old times, it was all good.

Today was a full day for real. I left the house with Nina as she went to her very last day of class in the AUC. I had full intentions on getting a haircut, but they had closed BOTH barbershops on Ashby street! So instead I decided I’d walk up the campus and hopefully run into one of the few people I knew still in school.

On a whim I called the homie Kasi for my boy Joe from Dallas’ number. I called Joe and discovered that he had just left his only class for the day and was headed to the parking deck. If I had called him not even 3 minutes later I wouldn’t have caught up with him.

Turns out that he had a pretty light day as it goes for a local celebrity of his status, so I ended up rolling out with him. We headed to his girlfriend Joy’s apartment out in AUC East (my AUC folks know that means out I-20 East).

On the way there something happened that pretty much sums Joe up. As we exited the freeway he noticed a “Crunk Truck” that distributes Crunk Energy Drink. He gets the attention of the dudes in the truck and gets them to roll down their window. He then yells in, “Are ya’ll giving out Crunk?” They signal that they will pull into the gas station up ahead. When they stop, Joe gets out and tells them how he was a student studying for finals and he stayed up all night the previous night with the help of Crunk. They were so impressed they gave him a whole case. Things like this just happen with Joe on the regular.

We went to Joy’s and watched A Different World. Actually, we had a round table debate about it, to be really accurate. As a matter of fact, if things turn out the way I want, something very well may come out of that debate. Time will tell.

At any rate, we left and headed toward one of my favorite restuarants here in Atlanta, La Fonda Latina! I had the Quesadilla Con Chorizo and I took some poor quality pictures before we headed to the AUC.

As I headed onto the campus we began to see all sorts of friends, new and old. We came to the conclusion that Morehouse always has the same students, when one unique guy leaves another comes and takes his spot in that particular niche. I also concluded that the AUC is the most wonderful place in the world. After talking with Smitty, Calloway, Marcus, Christopher, Dawud, Lodi, George, and countless others I made my way to find my mentor Dean Darden. Unfortunately he was in a meeting across campus, but I ended up just chilling in the building his office was located in, they’ve placed alot of historical Morehouse memorablia and pictures in the main lobby area where students go to study.

After awhile Che showed up and we went to meet Nina at her “Morehouse class” taught by my dad’s friend Dr. White. My godsister also takes that class and I got to see her and talk to her for awhile. She is excited about coming up to Vanderbilt for Law School in a few months. Dr. White was late, and Che had another engagement so I left with her.

I sat in with Che in the Math office as she tutored a young lady taking some type of super advanced International Baccalaureate Math class in high school. I also met several of Che’s co-workers. Che then had a meeting to attend for one of her MANY clubs.

When all of that was over we hooked back up with Nina and headed to Gutbusters. They were out of the pizza sauce for pizza steaks, so I was slightly disappointed, and they also changed the cheese sauce for the fries. That might have been the only real down part of the day.

Tomorrow is probably going to be full as well, as it’s Che’s 20th birthday. I’m glad I’m home to be a part of it.

Well this was fun! I see why Max loves ask Max. Let me jump right into the questions!
Raven asked:

1) What do you like most about yourself? My quirky sense of humor and my resilience.
2) Who do you think gave the best performance in Baby Boy? Ving Rhames as Melvin, especially having endured 5 minutes of Holiday Heart. He has range, I’ll give him that.
3) Ketchup or mustard? I used to be a ketchup guy strictly, but now I’m Colonel Mustard. I blame Krystals.

Antonio G asked:

a) What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made in life that’s been your greatest lesson learned? Mr. G you come with the tough questions like Bob Costas! Ummmmm….I think the biggest mistake I’ve made was probably getting a credit card and going over the limit, because as a medical student I already have significant debt, and I’ve compounded the problem by ruining my credit. (I sat here thinking through a whole listening of Nas’s “Life’s a Bitch” contemplating this question.)
b) Has Killa Cal ever been in love? Yep. It hurts so good.
c) How does it feel to be Young, Gifted & Black? It’s both daunting and awesome. I have expectations out the wazoo, not only from other people, but from within. It’s ultimately the driving factor in my life.

Tina asked:

1. Kid or Play? Tisha or that other chick? Whom did you choose and why? I’m definitely Kid, I have the same goofy sense of humor and awkwardness. Tisha, because I couldn’t handle Sharain’s ghetto-fabulousness.
2. Any failed attempts at “gettin some” due to lack of protection? If so, details. I’m not playing. Nope, now failed attempts because of a lack of game and saying the wrong thing? Countless.
3. What would you have done to avoid getting your booty played with? I wouldn’t have rapped, that’s for damn sho! I probably would have developed a tick, and then shouted very loudly that I had AIDS or something.

Liz asked:

1) what are you doing this summer, and where ya gonna be? I am going to take a review course given by Kaplan for the United States Medical Licensing Exam Step 1 that I am taking at some point later this summer. I’ll be here in Music City all summer more than likely.
2) Are you aware that Vivica A Fox was in Kill Bill Vol 1 for 7 minutes? SEVEN MINUTES?!?! lol. Are you content in knowing this? lol. You know, I wouldn’t have minded her being in there for just a little longer, just so I could get more background on her character. I wish she had been in some other movies for only 7 minutes.
3) Have you seen Chris Rock’s newest HBO special? Comments? Yep, I actually watched it between a showing of Kill Bill Vol. 1 here at the Boom Boom Room and going to see Vol. 2 at 100 Oaks. I’ll give the comments below.

The Mommy asked:

1)What did you actually think of the Chris Rock Special? I enjoyed it! It made me laugh pretty hard, and it also made me think. I like intelligent humor, I don’t like being pandered to very much. Once again I am back to my stance of never wanting to get married thanks to his commentary on marriage. Do you make Hubby go on playdates?
2) Do you find it strange that Rick James didn’t make it to the Dave Chappelle Clip show? Nah, I knew he wasn’t going to include it simply because he knows just as well as we do that it was CLEARLY the funniest thing all season. I think he was just trying to highlight some stuff that might have been slept on. Or maybe just HIS favorite skits.
3) Why does my husband listen to random booty-shake mixed with like random MTV white people? Because he’s from Florida and doesn’t know any better.

Max asked:

1) What was YOUR favorite arcade game? Altered Beast has a special place in my heart. When I was about 10, me and the homie Eulus were at some kind of fair for some reason and they had free play on the arcade games. We were determined to beat that game, in spite of the line forming behind us. Finally this Asian woman comes up to us with her son and says very angrily “Let other people have turn!” But the game I’ve spent the most money on is Street Fighter II: Championship Edition.
2) What do you think of the Falcons’ 1st round pick? DeAngelo Hall was a good selection for us. He can come in and immediately help the secondary which has been the weakness of the Falcons since the days of Charles “Toast” Dimry. Our other pick, Mike Jenkins, looks like he can be a good short pass option to open things up more for Peerless Price. I’m getting excited about the season!
3) How much more med school do you have left? If all goes as planned I will be graduating in May of 2006. So two more years. I’ll be done with basic science work after taking my Pathology Subject Board tomorrow.

Nexy asked:

1. Have you ever been to Saint Louis? If so, how did that turn out? Nope, but I might be there for S.N.M.A. next year. I was supposed to go last year but the person I was going with flaked out on me.
2. What would be the branch of medicine that you would LEAST want to practice? I like it all, but I guess Psychiatry, because it’s so subjective and they have the highest rate of depression and suicide of all physicians.
3. I think that OJ and you should revive the slow jam CD contest, don’t you? Yeah, now that I have iTunes and it’s easy to put together a playlist, why not!

TT asked:

1. Do you believe in love at first sight? Nope, but I believe in LUST at first site. As Mariah sang, “Love takes time”.
2. Bath or Shower? Shower. Stewing in my own dirt and filth doesn’t sit well with me.
3. One thing you could live without? I could live without gossip and fakeness.

Brick asked:

1. You are a med student, I know. So do you ever grossed out by anything? Alot of things gross me out. The sight of mushrooms or mayonaisse makes me physically sick to my stomach. I am also repulsed by doo-doo-feces and vomick.
2. Do you have any idea where you will eventually end up (in terms of which state-do you have a preference)? I want to go back to Georgia, but I wouldn’t mind settling in the great state of Texas either.
3. Biggie or Tupac? (cliche, I know…LOL) Pac. I relate to his music just a little bit more. Big was a better storyteller, and a better lyricist, but Pac knew how to get you emotionally involved in the music. Pac could get you riled up on one song and on the next have you calling your mom to tell her you love her.

I’ll do this again one day! It was fun!

I haven’t been random here for a while. Actually I haven’t been ANYTHING here for a while. So I guess I’ll have at it.

- I find it funny how on Hobowars, everyone just assumes I’m white because in the chat and on the message boards I am well versed and well spoken. I told a couple of people kind of matter of factly that I was black as the conversation shifted from hip hop bashing (I was defending it by the way) to how it’s “hard not to be racist nowadays”. I felt it was better for me to say something then than to let a joke or “n word” slip out.

- Am I the only one who didn’t really like the skits that they chose for the Chappelle Clip Show? I mean for real, we couldn’t have gotten Tyrone Biggums on Fear Factor instead of the Niggar Family?

- Remember Shootin the Gift? Yeah I know it was 2003 when OJ and I updated last, but we’re back. I should warn SOME of you now, you might get offended by some of the things we say in this particular episode.

- “Is it you? Is it you, is it you, is it youuuuuuuu? Keeps tracking me?” First person who can tell me what show that song is from gets…..ummmm….nothing, but my props, which should be good enough.

- Is it wrong that the primary reason I’m looking forward to going to Atlanta on Monday is the fact that I can wash my clothes for free?

- Ever try to quit doing something that you were addicted to cold turkey? It’s very hard, especially the first few days.

- Whatever happened to Video Game Arcades? Do kids still go to those? Do they even exist anymore? What were your favorite games back in the day at the Arcade?

- If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it does it make a sound?

- I want someone who reads this and has never commented to say hello. On this entry. Today. It’ll make my day and I need it!

- Why don’t professors want to believe you when you tell them that you did terribly on their exam?

- Have you seen Kill Bill vol. 2 yet? Will you go see it soon so I can talk about it without spoiling it? I am fighting very hard against the 13 day rule here. I’ll just say that Budd is my new favorite Tarantino character.

- If Karen Malina White and Vivica A. Fox ever made a movie together you’d read about me going on a multistate killing spree with those two as the end targets.

- If I stopped here would anyone care? Does anyone even read this stuff? Why do I bother?

***Edited late because I saw this on Raven’s site***
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. You may ask me anything (leave your questions in the comments).

Then to go to your journal or weblog, and copy and paste this allowing others (including myself) to ask you anything. Please do a trackback ping (if you have trackback capabilities) so I’ll know that you copied it. (If you don’t have trackback capabilities, then don’t sweat it.)

Answers will be given in a follow-up post.

If you’re a lurker you can ask me stuff too. I like questions.

First things first, it’s me. As a matter of fact Eulus’s entry will be the last guest entry for a while. Don’t worry, Hustleman has his own gig now. Go check him out (click that last sentence). I’ll add his link when I get around to deleting a few of the others.

Anyway, today has been one of those roller coaster days.

I woke up today and actually studied a little bit. Yeah, that’s right, sometimes I study. Then I got dressed because Ché was up here for one of the umpteen conferences she attends (I don’t know the exact name of it…ask HER…all I know is she was here).

So anyway, I headed up to the school to meet her and the group she was with. I figured I would kills some time as well so I used the $150 bookstore voucher I got for my group’s first place poster to get some books to help get me ready for my big exam this summer.

Ché’s group decided that they wanted to take a walking tour of Fisk University, so I ended up heading over there. I met up with my friend Andrea, the archivist there, and I waited with her for Ché. I hadn’t seen her in a while, so that was really nice.

I was really happy to see Ché when they finally arrived and she came out of the van. I met the people she came with and gave the girls a very bootleg tour of Fisk, with all of my expertise from the 2 summers I spent there. Unfortunately, they were on a tight schedule so 15 minutes is all I got to hang with her. I gave them directions to a local soul food restuarant and then said goodbye (at least until early next week).

I headed home happy to have seen her, but sad that it was such a short visit. I got home and read a little bit more, then I got a SURPRISING call. Someone who almost a year ago cut me off and told me that they’d rather not ever speak to me again called me up. She only wanted someone’s phone number, but I found it surprising with the number of “resources” at her disposal that I was the only person she could have called.

I was perplexed about it for quite a while. Then she called me BACK because she had lost the number I had just given her. That perplexed me even more. I didn’t prolong the conversation too long. In her first call I asked her how life had been treating her, I guess that’s all I cared to know.

I then got another call, and in the course of that conversation I was reminded that the speeches were being given for Pre-Alumni positions here. In all honesty I didn’t want to go, but I decided, “What the hell? Why not?” Once there I remembered.

Instead of holding it in the big lecture room as they did last year, they had to hold it in one of the smaller ones, because they were supposed to be setting up the fashion show (in theory, because I didn’t see any setting up going on). So the room was PACKED full of people, 75% of whom I would rather have not seen. So after enduring about 6 speeches in that hot, packed ass room my claustrophobia took over and I had to escape.

And well, I have other things going on that I’m not going to subject you all to. All in all, I’ll just be happy to make it to next Tuesday.

Doesn’t it just suck to be in second place and know that you have a really great product, it’s just that the first place winner was so amazing? I witnessed that first-hand this past Sunday.

First off, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eulus, and I’ve known The Killa since around August of ‘86 by my best estimate. We go back a minute or so. I’m in my third year of grad school at UMD, which will hopefully end up with me getting my ph.d. in statistics. Please don’t ask me when I’m going to finish because even I don’t know. I might just drop out of school and be like tommy from martin. He didn’t have a job, but he somehow still managed to live a pretty cool life, playing pool at nipsey’s and boning pam (a.k.a. scary j. bilge) every now and then in addition to other lovely young ladies. There are worse things I could be doing with life.

Well, on to my story. I something very interesting at church and I just had to share it with others. Now, let me take you on a little journey, so that you will know where I’m coming from. It was a Sunday morning (april 18th at around 9:15 in the morning to be exact) and the preacher had just finished giving a sermon about people needing to be like flags and let the holy ghost blow them in the direction they need to go in much as a flag is blown by the wind. All in all, it wasn’t a bad sermon, although I must admit that my mind was starting to wander to the lovely weather that I knew was awaiting me once I stepped outside. I must admit that was part of the reason for me going to early morning service, I would have more time to enjoy the weather (the weather up here in college park has been real shitty – no not that college park, I’m talking about college park, md not lame @$$ college park, ga). *** On a side note, S.W.A.T.S. in the house *** Now, the pastor was inviting people up who wanted to give their life over to God. Three women went up there to give their lives over to God. The first woman was an African lady who professed her love for Jesus and said she was ready to be Baptist. The church clapped accordingly – all must clap for fear of eternal damnation if they don’t. So, one down, two to go before we said the closing prayer and I was off to the sunshine. Now, batter #2 is what changed the whole game and had me feeling horrible for wanting to rush outside with church.

She started off innocently enough, saying that she wanted to be baptized. Then she went into telling a story that I will remember for the rest of my life (or at least the rest of this year). She said that around this time last year – meaning around April 2003 for all you slow ones – she had tried to commit suicide unsuccessfully (I’m not trying to knock her or anything right here, I was really moved by what she said and I’m changed the better for it, but how in the h-e-double hockey sticks do you unsuccessfully commit suicide? If you weren’t successful, that means that you didn’t want to do it). So, after that, she said she suffered from depression, and it was threatening to take over her life again and she wouldn’t let it. She woke up this morning and decided to give herself to God, because only his strength and love could save her. She said she had to be strong not only for herself, but for her husband and son too. both her parents were hiv positive, and her father was still “not doing right” (her words, not mine because I don’t know her father). Also, she thanked the church because the church had been providing her family with food when they couldn’t afford it. Now, normally the preacher cuts anyone off who talk for more than a minute or so, because people are ready to go by then. But, by the time she finished her speech, there wasn’t a dry eye in the place (my eye wasn’t dry either, I think maybe I had something in it, and I was blinking too hard to try to remove it, and that’s what caused the tearing – at least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it). She had talked for almost 10 minutes (of course, my recounting of the event doesn’t nearly match the actual event, cuz she had a lot of “thank you lord”’s and “by your grace”’s and what-have-you’s that I’m leaving out because I don’t know their exact places in my narrative. So after she finishes her speech, I’m thinking that I can’t complain about anything ever again in life, because I’ve had a truly blessed life. I felt sorry for the lady – batter #3 – going after her (cuz I’m sure no one would be listening to her story after just hearing batter #2, you have to emotionally come down after hearing a story like that).

Now, all of that brings me to the point of the story, and subsequently the point of the first paragraph. Apparently, just as I was thinking about how sorry I feel for contestant #3, she felt just as sorry for herself. First of all, she had to wipe the tears from her eyes, as she was crying too. Then, she said how she was going to come up here and tell of some trials and tribulations she’d had in her life, but she now realized she hadn’t had any trials or tribulations, especially when compared to the contestant #2. now, I believe her exact words were “man, I thought I had it bad, but she (ed. note – by she, contestant #3 meant contestant #2) took the cake”. Now, I felt REALLY bad for her because I’m sure she had legitimate issues she wanted to get off her chest, but #2 had “took the cake” and now she was left with crumbs. No matter, what she said, no one would care. They’d think she was being a baby for even complaining.

I guess she was a sufferer of what will from now on be called the Shaq O’Neal effect (as in, Kobe Bryant feels overshadowed even though he would be a #1 player anywhere else, in L.A. he is always #2 behind Shaq). Contestant #3 would be a #1 candidate for Christianity anywhere else, but contestant #2 is just too dominant in the paint, she won’t back down, and thus contestant #3’s status is lowered to a second option when contestant #2 is around.

So, in parting, I ask of y’all WWJDD?

Before I begin, let me say that I’m listening to The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. Specifically, “When I’m Sixty-Four”. I’m really into the Beatles lately! If anyone has Abbey Road, Magical Mystery Tour, or The White Album get at me!

So yeah, let’s talk about yesterday. There was a keg prominently involved (come on, you knew that). I was being a real ass though, keg or not. I present for your judgement some lowlights of my bad behavior.

- I scored a long touchdown run with Edgerrin James on my classmate Jade, and then proceded to get up and do a psuedo-crip walk to Usher’s “Yeah” which was playing in the background.

- I called my arch-enemy a Beeyach…but not loud enough for her to hear it. Yes, I’m a punk.

- I grabbed a girl’s ass. Like a full, kung-fu grippage, palmation of ass.

- I told a girl she had a lifetime ban from the keg (and meant it).

- I sang the chorus to “Roses” very loudly hoping that some of the Caroline’s would take the hint.

- I went home to get a keg cup bigger than everyone elses (except Geoff).

- I punched Drea in her arm causing her to drop her cup (which was the same size and make as mine and full).

- I made several drunken phone calls and I’m not sure I said in one of them, but I woke up and saw the following from a person on my buddy list. We’ll call her Kesha99 (heh heh) to protect her identity and I also took a chunk out of it:

TheKillaCal (10:04:17 PM): SUCKA!!!
TheKillaCal (10:04:23 PM): arh!
Kesha99 (10:04:36 PM): i hate u all over again
Kesha99 (10:04:38 PM): u suck again
Kesha99 (10:04:42 PM): u are a fag all over again
Kesha99(10:04:44 PM): die all over again
TheKillaCal (10:05:13 PM): sucka
TheKillaCal (10:05:15 PM): you love me
Kesha99(10:05:26 PM): not really
Kesha99 (10:05:28 PM): pls
Kesha99 (10:05:33 PM): dont flatter yourself
TheKillaCal (10:05:38 PM): argh!!
TheKillaCal (10:05:41 PM): I suck!
TheKillaCal (10:05:45 PM): I hate myself
Kesha99 (10:05:46 PM): yea u do
TheKillaCal (10:05:48 PM): sorry Kesha
TheKillaCal (10:06:08 PM): I’m drunk
Kesha99 (10:06:10 PM): i know
Kesha99 signed off at 10:12:57 PM.

- I think I kicked some people out of my apartment last night, but I’m not sure.

Yep, I think yesterday put me on top of the Bad Behavior Power Rankings for the second week in a row. Pretty soon I’ll be in Drea territory.

That reminds me I never did tell you all about the Bad Behavior and Drinking Power Rankings. This is a format borrowed from cnnsi.com and espn.com. They rank the teams in the major sports weekly by their momentum. Geoff came up with a Power Ranking system for me, him, Drea, and whoever else participates in such activities. The drinking rankings aren’t about who drank the most either. It’s more about whose drinking caused them to do something beyond the realm of a regular drinking session. For instance, the weekend I had a keg in my apartment Geoff was number one. On the night at the Beer Sellar which really didn’t happen Drea was number one. When I ran away in New Orleans I was number one. Got the idea?

Here they are for this week

Behavior Rankings
3) Geoff - He was remarkable low key and well behaved all week. He usually doesn’t have behavior problems anyway unless a professor pisses him off.
2) Drea - She punched my arm several times and tried to battle me in a drunk shouting match but failed. Plus she is usually AT least number 2 by default most weeks.
1) The Killa Himself - I mean you just read the laundry list, do I need to say more.

Drinking Rankings
3) Drea - I’m sure if she had finished the drink she spilled she would be higher.
2) Geoff - He get’s this one for his oversized Matrix Reloaded cup. It has to be seen to believed. When I get my photogallery fixed I’ll post a picture.
1) The Killa Himself - It’s a clean sweep.

I watched the Apprentice tonight. I saw Kwame lose his chance to be a winner at the hands of someone who should have been his BIGGEST ally, Omarosa, a black woman. Instead, Omarosa took the opportunity to promote herself and undermine Kwame at every turn.

Now granted, Kwame should have fired her, and I think if he truly knew he possessed that power he probably would have, but that’s not a free pass for her to act as capriciously as she did.

In my opinion (and apparently AT LEAST Mr. Trump’s as well) Omarosa was jealous of Kwame. She could not deal with his success on the show and so she went so far as to LIE to keep him from success. Sadly, Omarosa’s acts were typical for a great many “goal oriented” people. I put goal oriented in quotes because in her case (as in the case of like minded individuals) it is a misnomer.

She had already failed miserably at her goal. She was caught on tape as a liar and fired as a result. Yet she saw an opportunity to reach up like a crab in a barrel and pull him down to her level and maybe one day step on him to get back to the top, instead of acting altruistically.

I understand that it’s a dog eat dog world, but there is something to be said for kharma. I sincerely hope that Omarosa gets hers. But deeper issues lies here and they disturbs me.

It seems to me that I am in the minority when it comes to what Black men and women should be doing for and with each other in today’s society. If I’m in an environment such as that of a show like The Apprentince I would be competitive until one of us was eliminated and then move to do everything I can to support the one who is still in the game. I’d expect the same type of support from them if I were the remaining one.

I hear Omarosa is going to get a talk show out of the gig. I hope it works out for her, seeing as how it’s mainly a solo gig. I damn sure wouldn’t want her on my side.

I was on the Kthxbi message boards today when Vina posted a picture of Prince’s high school basketball team.

Yes, that Prince. See that story that Charlie Murphy told about getting schooled by Prince in basketball was based in truth. Allegedly he was a pretty damned good baller.

Anyway I opened up MS Paint and this link is the result. I figured that I would take credit now before it goes all over the net and I lose the rights to it.

When I woke up this morning I knew today was going to be one of those days.

I got up with all intentions of getting to the presumed location of my Comprehensive Exam today at 8 AM, since my schedule said it was set for 8 AM. Besides it was a three hour and thirty minute test, there was no way they wouldn’t start up early. To borrow from Charlie Murphy, “Wrooong!” We are talking about Meharry Medical College here ya’ll!

Not only did it end up starting at 9:21, it was held in another building CLEAR across campus. So I trudged in the cold rain, all the while thinking to myself, “This rain feels pretty heavy….but it’s April, it won’t snow.”

After 175 questions, two pencils, and a survey I got up and headed out. I looked out of the window and what do I see? Snow, in April, after temps had been in the 80’s most of the weekend. Yeah man, it was snowing!?!?! In April!!!?!?!?! Right.

I was scheduled to go to Murfreesboro today, but neither me nor my partner could do it today. I paged our preceptor and he never returned the call. I stayed here and looked over some Pharmacology business. At this point learning has ceased and memorization has commenced. We’ll see how much I can cram until 2 PM tomorrow.

I managed to catch the Presidential Press Conference tonight and boy was it reassuring! We are being led head first into the firey furnace with Shadrack, Meshack, and a Big Negro by Junior Bush! This guy is an idiot.

I could tell he was being slowly led astray by the OBVIOUSLY more intelligent reporters, and I could also tell that he had no idea this was happening. I felt a weird mix of shame, disgust, and glee as he stumbled and stammered over the questions he wasn’t prepared for. And then Don Gonyea of National Public Radio hits him with the hee (you like that throwback Missy!!…I know you do!). He asked him if he “failed as a communicator”. Junior Bush proceeded to basically hand Kerry the election with his response. At that moment I was filled with hope! As you can tell it was the highlight of my day. Well, that and my wonton egg drop soup.

And on that note, it’s back to reviewing!