Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Tis' The Season!


Okay so clearly, it's that time of year again! Wow... Let me try that again. I said, IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN!!!! Hmmmmmmm, still nothing. What's up with that???

I used to get so excited around this time! But look at me now... 3 days before Christmas, and yet to express one wish, for myself that is. Heck I'm not even bothered by the fact that neither of my four parents has asked me what I want yet. But what if they had? What would I say? What do I really want? Clothes? Shoes? A new computer? A car? Well, all of those are nice, but considering how blessed I've been over the years, how dare I "ask" for more?

This year I participated in Toys for Tots. Sunday, my mom, aunt, and I went to the family in which we were sponsoring's house. Upon pulling into the driveway, we all were a bit shocked. We checked twice to make sure we had the right residence, because the house was brand new and twice the size of mine. I thought for sure this was a scam. So we went and rang the doorbell, and then it all made sense. A lady, dressed in shreds of clothing came to the door. When we came in, I counted ten children, all in resemblance of one another, seated quitely on the living room floor. I looked around. There was not one piece of furniture in the house. No television. No refrigerator. No washer or dryer, and from what I could tell, they didn't have many clothes to wash or dry anyway. My heart broke. We had collected about 25 toys, clothes, and shoes for the family, but it didn't seem to be enough. I wanted to give them everything I had, and more. Its not like I ever did anything special to get what I got. I just got blessed with somewhat fortunate parents. They never asked to be poor, just like I never asked to be fortunate, and that could just as well be me.

So all these years I spent, bratting about what I didn't have, I wish I had spent being thankful for what I did have, because I now realize that it is only by the graces of God that I have what I have. I have more than enough clothes and shoes to last me until I grow. So I decided that for Christmas, I want to take the oldest child of the family, Tiana shopping. She's 15, and could really use a nice pair of coach shoes, and maybe even some Forever 21 or Miley Cyrus. Who knows? But what I do know, is that of I make the Christmas of that little girl, it will make my Christmas. So for Christmas, that is all I want. Tis' the season! I finally figured out what Christmas is all about... I'm just sayin...

Monday, December 21, 2009


Dear Mr. First Love,

Hey, how are you? Been a while huh? I know, we gotta do better. So how's life? Mine, you say? Well, mine is goin pretty okay, just living it day by day. Unfortunately for me, since you left not one day has passed without me thinking of you. Crazy I know, its been years. But for some reason, its still there. Do you ever think of me anymore? Probably not... I see you doing it real big now. College. Gettin a lil big time there I see. Thats cool kidd. I ain't mad at ya. Just make sure you dont get caught up, and lose sight of the main goal of college. I really want you to do well. Oh, and in case you're wondering, yes, I am still your biggest fan. And I will always be in your corner, with my "Go ******" sign. Yea I know you like that. But listen, there's something else I gotta tell you. I know you got girls, and I even got a man, but I can't make myself love him and not you. You were the first guy to find that special place in my heart. But why won't you leave? Don't you want someone else to have it? I mean, you dont even use it? Are you saving it for something? I just wanna know. Because I'd like someone else to have it, if you don't want it.
Anyway, I said all that to say, I love you... Still. And I may get called crazy, stupid, dumb, or obsessed by others reading this, or even you, but I don't care. Thats how I feel. Thats how I've always felt. And I just thought it was about time you knew... I'm just sayin...

~E

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

My Best Friend


Okay soooo, everybody that knows me pretty much knows my history with bestfriends. My bestfriend since BIRTH Dayanah Owens (may God rest her soul) shot herself at 14. Really messed me up because I never even got to say goodbye. I really miss her... But ummmm, this aint about her.

This is about my guy bestfriend. His name is Samuel Donald Holston the Third :) But most folk just call him Trey. Everybody thinks that we're secretly in love, but noooooo sir-e! We've never even liked each other. We are just the true definition of BESTFRIENDS. We can talk to each other about any and everything. When I'm at my low points, he's at his high, bringing me up. And vice-versa. Sometimes we just sit up in my room to 2 and 3 o'clock in the morning, talking. He always knows just what to say, and the best part is, he's not even gay!

My favorite thing about Trey is the fact that he is the only boy on Earth that I can completely be myself around. And he understands me like no other boyfriend I've ever had in my life. And I've had a few. I can say what I want around Trey, do what I want. Just be myself. Don't have to censor, no need to be mindful. He understands everything about me down to my mannerisms. I can sit with my legs wide open like a baller if I please, or even fart if I got gas. Trey knows me, and accepts me for me. And loves me on top of all my flaws.

To the outside world though, Trey is a complete "butthole" let some girls tell it. He's conceited, selfish, arrogant, and rude at times. But not to me. Trey is nice, sweet, sensitive, and totally a gentleman when it comes to me and his beautiful daughter Samauri :)

And Trey has had like a gazillion girlfriends! But no matter how much of a "long-haired thick redbone" they may be, he lets them know straight-up. "This is my bestfriend, and if you don't like it, then you can't be with me!" I love that. And I do the same, yuuuuuuup! ;-)

So basically, I said all that to say, I really really love my bestfriend. He's done so much for me, he doesn't even know. And I hope we stay together forever, because I couldn't lose another bestfriend. Especially not one like Trey. I'm just sayin :)

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Rich Kids...


So there's this guy in my Public Speaking class. Drives a Benz. Owns a Mac. 2 to be exact. One in white, and one in black. Name's Jonathan Bush. Don't he just SOUND rich?


Jonathan's a cool dude. Speaks properly. Does all his work on time. Dresses in khaki pants and a Polo, with Doc Martens... Every single day. He's always so upbeat about life. Walks with his arms swinging, and twirls his umbrella in the rain------> And he's not a touch of sissy! He's just a very happy, jolly, bubble gum chewing guy- who lives without a care in the world.


I've watched Jonathan this whole semester. Never has he had a bad day. Never has he been late or unprepared for class. He's always making sensible jokes, creating a mild humor and a light atmosphere in the classroom. Always smiling. Always. Always sees the good in any situation, whether it be a failing grade or a leaky roof. Even through his speeches in class you can sense his optimism. He is truly the most happy person I know in the world.


He's so happy that it makes you wonder, why? Are living in the same world? Dwelling on the same Earth? Serving the same God? Suffering the same recession? Can't be. Jonathan is the true definition of FILTHY RICH. His father own his own medical practice, and his mother her own law firm. But they ain't your typical Cosby's. Clearly.


So I wonder... Can money really buy you happiness?





Monday, December 7, 2009


Today I was on the bus, and as the bus came to a startling hault. A girl fell; hit the floor kind of hard. Immediately, the bus driver turned around and exclaimed "You aight shawty?" The girls expression was priceless. "Excuse me?"


Now, my initial instinct, as was every other [black] person on the bus was laughter, but for a moment, I refrained. I thought to myself, "would we have laughed if she was black? or would we have laughed harder if he were white too?"


Second scenario. Two boys in class talking about their experience visiting an elementary school. One was black, the other asian. The asian guy says "Yea man, them lil niggas was bad as hell." The black guys replies, "Hell yea... Wait. What you say?" They both begin to laugh.


My professor once said, "I don't see colors, just people" but how many of us can truly say the same? I'll admit, I can't. But I'd like to be able to... I didn't really even care until this year when I had to face race issues on a daily basis. Coming from a predominately African American area, the adjustment from Ellenwood to Athens has been a major challenge. I went from being the short, light-skinned girl, with short hair, who used to be a cheerleader but now is on the step team, with the pretty smile in spanish class in high school, to the BLACK girl in my spanish class here at UGA. I've never considered myself a racist, but if race is always the first thing I see, am I? And if my race is the first thing you see when you see me, are you?


So what exactly is American? I know I was born here, but I'm not like these people. They're not like me either, so what are they? How come they can't say the same things we say? Go the same places we go? Do the same things we do? Aren't we all American? Can't we all say "Shawty" and "Bruh" and "Totally awesome"? And how come "niggas" don't have problems with other "niggas" callin them "nigga" or callin other "niggas" "nigga"? Nigga why you gotta go blowin up when somebody thats not your color calls you "nigga". You still a "nigga" right? Yuuuup.


America has so many colors it should be colorless by now, so why is it not? Some people think that with color on top of color on top of color it should be black now. But that's one thing it will never be, especially if color is always the first thing you see... I'm just sayin...

Sunday, December 6, 2009


"Efforts of emulation should only be made in your best interest. However, the problem lies not within the act of emulation, but the lack of discernment for our own interest"

-E.Losophy # 1


All my life I looked up to someone, and it wasn't always because I was short. I guess I was just unsure about life or something, idk... But I've recently realized, that I don't always look up to the right people.


Everbody doesn't always have you best interest in mind, as you should. My mentor's name is Clarisse Frazier. She's fye. She's the one person I could steadily look up to for the past 7 years, and never once has she steered me wrong, unlike others I could but choose not to name. She leads by example, and not by tale. I see her mistakes, first hand, and no, she's nowhere near perfect. But perfection is not to be striven for in the act of emulation because no person exemplifies perfection. And neither shall I. But my point in saying is, watch who you emulate.


See there was this girl. She was about ehhhh, I'd say 14 years old. And then there was another girl. She was 16. 14 was a straight A student and the apple of her father's eye. 16 was a conniving little mastermind. 16 had created an entire imaginary life she lived and explained it to 14. 14 didn't know better, she was just trying to make friends at a new school. Everyone talked bad about 16, but 14 didn't understand and had to find out on her own. And so 14 and 16 became friends. In less than a year 14 was lying to her parents, sneaking out, failing in school, and had even lost it to a guy she barely even knew... 14 lacked discernment for her own best interest, and so she emulated 16. They both went down the drain, or so to speak. Clarisse was able to pull 14 out. But 16, who is now 21 had to get out on her own.


I left 16. Didn't mean to, but it had to be done. In my best interest right? Clarisse helped me get it together. Graduated high in my class, got into a good college, afforded me with an innumerable amount of opportunites, but every now and then, maybe every blue moon, I think about 16. Maybe I can still help her. I'm just sayin...


Hello,


My name is Elisa. And this is my first blog. A lot of my friends thought I should start a blog, but I'm not sure why. I'm not funny. I'm not extrodinary. I'm not extremely profound or philosophical. But I do have a story. I have an opinion, and I have a voice. I feel a certain type of way about a lot of things too. A lot of things, people, ideas, and actions piss me off. So I guess this is how I'll channel my emotions, and tell the world how I feel. I'm just sayin...

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