After chatting it up on numerous occasions with a few of my friends who happily pay visits to my blog (even though they don’t have to-gracias amigos!), I’ve come to the sad the conclusion that I need to put a halt to the bullshit and get back to the basics. Back to the basics as in, giving the reblogging with a side of commentary jig a quick breather and opening up a text post where I can yap for paragraphs on end about my boring life, and whatever tickles my fancy at the moment. Whether that’s having thoughts of emptying a nine out on a professor’s head windshield, my take on whatever my loves over at ROC Nation are getting themselves into, or simply more reasons as to why I think they should bottle Nicki Minaj up and sell it to those in need of a pick me up. In Layman’s terms, I’m stuck in a blogging rut and I’m wondering if I’ll ever make my way out of it. Until my life stops trying to achieve flawless stats in the game of BORING or until I actually find something worth really blogging about, I’ll be living it up in this rut. Pay me a visit? Oh! What I can do, however, is jot down a few things that are circling my mind at the moment. Nothing too interesting, but gather ‘round children, ZIP IT, listen.

• The Great Apartment Hunt: After searching high and low in the city of Sparta for a leasing office that wasn’t out to financially suck me and my friends dry, we’ve had to throw in the towel and make due with our last resort. Don’t get me wrong, the place is pretty snazzy, but it can make one feel disconnected from normal campus festivities as it is seriously light years away from Sparta soil. Not to mention, I’ll never be in the mood to wake up hours earlier than normal just to catch the bus. Only to make it to class on time by a hair. Le sigh. 
• Boys, Boys, Boys: I need fresh prey to hunt, no cougar. 
• ‘Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan ‘em: I can bet five bucks that I’m not the only one, who’s anxiously awaiting to get their paws on the gang of heavy hitter fourth quarter releases. My Amazon shipping cart is practically filled to the brim with merch from a huge chunk of my Allstars that’ll probably hold me over until next summer. Oh, and while we’re on the subject of throwing cash at my fav’s, I’ve never grasped the whole buying from Itunes thing. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I’d much rather spend the dinero for the hard copy even if I’ll probably be throwing it on the CD rack with the rest of its counterparts to rot. 
• Rih Rih, do you wanna sit on the back of my Wheely?: You didn’t think I was going to dedicate a whole bullet to the fourth quarter without mentioning the one chick that steady goes hard in the paint, did you? Of course not. I’ll admit it, I was on the fence about whether or not that Rihanna reign was gonna let up this go ‘round. Well, I should’ve known that doubting my lady in the least bit would be foolish. So far, the leaked material that’s been spreading all over the web like wildfire has yet to make my face resemble that of a disgruntled fan. In fact, it’s done nothing but make me want to get “Loud”, in its entirety, in my clutches ASAP. Between her killing it with that accent of hers on “Man Down” and Nicki’s loca ass on “Raining Men”, me and my iPod are ready to welcome “Loud” into our lives with open arms. 
• Nick JR Fuckery: Have y’all seen this shit? Or this? It’s a riot. LEGGO BISH. 
• Bitches on my stick, but my name ain’t Harry Potter: Deathly Hallow’s tickets were purchased tonight! Luckily, I’ve finally befriended someone who gushes over the British boy wonder as much as I do. I’ve never understood how 80% of my buds have never even cracked open a JK Rowling classic. Blasphemous bastards.