Ramblings of a happy Chris

That's because this is the last week of classes for Fall 2006....gotcha bitch! The last fall semester of my college career, the last semester as Sports Editor of the Hornet newspaper, and the next to last piece of the graduation puzzle. Who knew this year would be halfway over so fast? I sure didn't. Hopefully I can enjoy the spring and end my Del State career on a high note. Either way, since the semester is finally slowing down, expect posts aplenty from me, starting with this one about miscellaneous thoughts in my mind.

Let's start by talking about one my new favorite flicks, She Hate Me. So it took me two years to finally see what the fuss was all about, and I happened to like it. Most people think the plot is whack, the acting isn't that good, etc. Still, I got the message, which is all Spike Lee probably asks for in his films, and the message that I took from it anyway is we all prostitute ourselves in some way daily. Jack Armstrong (I don't think the name was an accident) just happened to use his magic stick to impregnant lesbians and keep his pay up once the shit hit the fan with the company he was employed with. And it wouldn't be Chris if I didn't mention the sex scenes. Yes, they were hot. Especially the first group one where the chicks are all "this better not hurt," "get your hand off my tit and focus," and of course Jack has them all screaming for the deity of your choice when it's all said and done. And Kerry Washington and Dania Ramirez's scene? Can you say cold shower, boys and girls? Good flick overall, I love the whole "Corporate America sucks, Bush is playin' ya'll" symbolism that Spike employed in this one. It's also an allusion to the future if women do indeed get the power they are seeking. Fellas, *in my Bernie Mac Dollar Bill voice* there's gon' be trouble, truh-bulllll....



I love the fact that my body is undergoing these subtle changes that make me feel comfortable with who I am and not getting discouraged if and when the scale tells me something different. Like I've told several people, you can actually see where my wrists end and my palms begin now. You know how they say folks have cankles? Calves and Ankles meshed into one? Well I had "wralms" for the longest time. Not to mention the sort of creases in my stomach that kind seem to be sliding weight off my body. Yes, too much information, but I'm happy to be losing weight and getting in shape.

To take it a step further, I actually have a hard time tearing myself from the mirror these days. I look at myself, my growing afro, my flawless skin (thanks to the fruit and water subsitituting), and my reshaping body, and I laugh, I smile, I pose, I gyrate like Ginuwine during the "Pony" era, it's a trip. But it's good to fall in love with yourself, am I right?

As you've probably read over at Ten95, I've applied for a couple of gigs and I'm waiting to hear back from either of them, just to let me know where they stand. Had I been finishing next week instead of this Spring, this would be a lot easier, but I do remember a mentor of mine saying to start a good six months in advance. I graduate in May, I've been sending my stuff out since November. Yes kids, I do follow instructions. I'm just excited about this time in my life and hopefully the new chapter in my life will include employment at somebody's newspaper as a sports reporter.

And that's pretty much it for right now, so don't be shy, leave a comment. Your boy is back with a vengeance, so I promise I'll be more consistent than Charlotte-Hampton-Pittsburgh Jameil *chuckles*...later folks.