Friday, September 28, 2007 

Post 399.5

Ok, this is really my 400th post, but don't tell anyone. I wanted my 400th post to be all happy and to be after October 7, but I had to post now.

So one of my boys is getting married. Let me say it this way. When I was in college I hung out with a group of guys in a certain dorm. I'd known these guys since freshman year. We were pretty close, I visited their homes back in Dallas, and I even hung out with them on their birthdays long after we graduated from college. So I was kinda disappointed when I learned from a second hand source that, let's call him Mitch, was engaged. I saw Mitch at a football game last year and we had a drunken conversation about him getting married and how happy I was for him and whatever.

While talking to a mutual friend today, I find out that Mitch is getting married NEXT SUNDAY! At the Basilica! I'm pretty miffed. Mutual friend, let's call him Sean, thought for sure that I was invited, seeing as we were pretty close friends during college. I don't know. I am a bit miffed since all of the rest of the boys will be in town for the wedding too. To Mitch's credit, I know that weddings are HELLA Expensive, and it could just be that they had a budget to stay in and I didn't make the cut. But when I heard of some of the other guys who were invited (and couldn't make it) it made me more mad. Not really mad, more disappointed.

However, I plan on being the bigger person. I've heard that he's kinda stressing about the wedding, which is understandable. I think I'm going to give Mitch a call after the nuptials and just congratulate him and let him know that even though I wasn't there, I was still there in spirit (or maybe not. that sounds a little creepy.) Whatever. I'll think of something.

Look for my next post on or after October 7! That will be the official 400th post. Unless something happens between now and then then I have to just get off my chest!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007 

New Fears

So can we talk about the new fear I have? I sit in class most days thinking, "This is how I'm going to die." I have serious anxiety after the VA Tech shootings that some crazy is going to come in and shoot up my classes. And it's scary. Sometimes when I'm not paying attention, I try to think of the best escape route. Unfortunately I sit near the door in one of my classes, so I've pretty much decided that I'm a goner. Then yesterday I was in class and I thought about my best chances of climbing out the window. Problem is, the ceilings are like 15 feet high and the windows are really high up too. So I'm pretty much a goner in that class as well. Maybe I should just start paying attention and quit daydreaming.

Now my next fear deserves a disclaimer. I know at least one of my readers is preggers, so I don't want to scare them. But I have known that I wasn't meant to 'birth no babies.' And now I know that there is a condition to go along with it. It's called tokophobia. I read about it on my new girly obsession, Jezebel, and I went on to read the article here. Although I've never had any physical abuse, I think this basically explains how I feel about childbirth. It really does scare the living shit out of me. I talked to Baloo about it last night and he was pretty cool about it. He had some questions for me and I think he was interested in at least looking into it. But I think it's nice that there's actually cases of this happening. Which makes hypochondriac Kiki feel so much better.

So, what are your fears?

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Sunday, September 23, 2007 

Here We Go Again

I joined the Black Graduate Student Club on Friday. At the meeting, the President asked if we knew about the W. Virginia case. I had not. Then, on Facebook today, I saw that one of the stories posted by Notre Dame Students was one about the W. Virginia incident. I went to,, and didn't find anything. What was this W. Virginia incident. And then I found it here, in an International Newspaper.

Apparently a young black woman was tortured and sexually assaulted by two mothers, their grown boys, and others for several days in West Virginia. The assault was racially motivated. Why haven't our domestic newswires picked this up? I'm really sick of this shit!

In other news, Baloo and I traveled to Notre Dame this weekend where we witnessed firsthand another disappointment from the football team. I will forever support the Irish, but I wish they could pull out at least ONE win. I bet this is going to bite Weis in the ass.

"After losing to Michigan State at home two years ago, Notre Dame coach Charlie Weis promised Irish fans his team would never again lose to the Spartans."


Update: Ok. I just got a little more upset. I just read the local newspaper from Logan, West Virginia on the incident above. See it here. Apparently those charged with this crime are being charged with "sexual assault, malicious wounding, and kidnapping." Seriously? They keep a woman in a trailer for about a week, sexually assault her while pouring hot water on her, making her eat dog feces and drink out of a toilet. Yet these are the charges? Meanwhile, teenagers in Jena beat the shit out of a classmate for taunting them with racial slurs and they get murder charges against them? People, do you see this? Do you see what's happening to our society? It's easy to say that these things wouldn't happen to us. We have good educations. We live in nice suburbs. We drive fancy cars. Although it's unfortunate that this happens in certain societies, it's too much for us to care about. Well I challenge you, readers, to care about this. To investigate. To talk about this. Because the more we continue to believe that it won't happen to us, or it doesn't affect us, these things will continue to happen. I'm sorry. I'm just outraged right now. I hope that our major newspapers will tell the rest of the nation about this in the coming days.....

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Friday, September 21, 2007 

My Take on the Jena 6 Situation

Ok. I’m gonna weigh in on the Jena 6 issue.

Fist, violence is bad. I don’t agree with the ‘Free the Jena 6’ stance. They should not be freed. They committed a crime (assault) and they need to be punished for their crime. That crime should be decided by a judge or jury or however it is decided by those elected and charged to issue punishment. However, the punishment should fit the crime. Ganging up 6-1 and sending a kid to the hospital does not constitute attempted murder, in my opinion. I think it’s more serious than a schoolyard fight, so some fine/probation should be applied to their actions. Because they’re juveniles, I don’t think jail time in necessary.

What I hate that no one is mentioning is that one of the Jena 6 had a gun pulled on him before the incident took place. This site gives a good indication of the chronology:

On Friday night, December 1, a black student who showed up at a white party was beaten by whites. On Saturday, December 2, a young white man pulled out a shotgun in a confrontation with young black men at the Gotta Go convenience store outside Jena before the men wrestled it away from him. The black men who took the shotgun away were later arrested, no charges were filed against the white man.

On Monday, December 4, at Jena High, a white student - who allegedly had been making racial taunts, including calling African American students "niggers" while supporting the students who hung the nooses and who beat up the black student at the off-campus party - was knocked down, punched and kicked by black students. The white victim was taken to the hospital treated and released. He attended a social function that evening.

Six black Jena students were arrested and charged with attempted second degree murder. All six were expelled from school.

I think that the message was lost in the protesting. Instead of leaders calling for the release of the Jena 6, they should have been calling for the arrest of the others involved in the violence in Jena, as well as the equal punishments by those individuals involved in the violence.

I think a better argument is in what the Rev. Al Sharpton said in regards to there being a Jena in every state in this nation. I think Harry Shearer made a great observation when he likened the Jena incident to the incident in Paris, TX. In this instance, a white girl (teenager) burned down her parent’s home and she was sentenced to probation. While, in an unrelated incident, but I believe within the same timeframe, a black student shoved a school official because she was not allowed to go to the bathroom, and the black girl received a sentence of 7 years in jail. Now, I do not condone the black girl’s actions. There is never a case where it is ok to shove ANYONE, much less, your elder. No matter how much your elder may be making a fool of themselves. However, I don’t think a sentence of 7 years is appropriate for a shoving incident that occurred on school grounds. At the very least, the student should be expelled. At the most, maybe a minor battery charge. But when you look at the white girl who committee arson and the black girl who shoved a teacher, I think you can see where I’m getting with the disparity between punishments.

And I hate to say what I’m about to say next. Because I think it sets us (black people) back when I say it. But here goes: maybe if we stop doing stupid shit, we wouldn’t get mistreated. We can’t expect that people are going to treat us with kid gloves when we have honestly fucked up. I hate to institute a culture of fear, but maybe if you’re scared of whitey locking you up for life for spitting on the sidewalk, you probably should think twice before you hock a luggey.

But my previous statement isn’t meant to say that the white community shouldn’t take responsibility either. Yes, we’re all outraged that a kid was ganged up on and beat up, even if he did deserve it (and since he was out there calling people niggers, he was probably asking for it). However, I wish more white people would have stood up and said that the Jena 6’s punishment didn’t fit the crime. Instead of criticizing Sharpton and Jackson for actually taking a stand, I wish more of our white bothers and sisters would have stepped up and recognized what this protest and demonstration really should have been about: the disparity between sentencing for blacks and whites across the country. And NOT about freeing the Jena 6.


Tuesday, September 18, 2007 

A Blog to Fill the Time

I just took a diet pill and I’m feeling all kinds of alert and crazy. Don’t worry. I also joined the gym again as well. I just feel like I need a hobby and goal. And what’s a better goal than losing weight just because?

Baloo thinks I need friends. Like a girlfriend. Not like a girlfriend (not that he’d be opposed to that) just a friend who is a female. I guess. My best in-town girlfriend who lived down the street just moved to backwoods Michigan. I miss her. She was awesome. I guess I could make a grad school friend. It’s just that I really don’t like people. They have too many problems that I really don’t care about. That’s why I like the friends I have. They all live all over the country (and one is moving back to Japan) and we usually don’t talk to each other more than once a week. It’s the best relationship ever. But I guess Baloo just wants me to have people to hang out with. I’m fine where I’m at. Johnny Walker, Jose Cuervo, and Jack Daniels are the only friends I need.

What else to talk about? Not much really. I’m super excited to be working out again. I love grad school. I’m thinking about getting involved with the Black Graduate Student Club on campus. That should be a good time. Did I tell you that one of my girlfriends just passed the Bar and my other girlfriend is getting married and I’m her Maid of Honor? That’s exciting. See. I don’t need more girlfriends. The girlfriends I have are more than awesome on their own!

This diet pill is really doing a number on me. That’s what happens the first day that you go back on them. That’s why you only take one the first day. If I would have taken two, it would have felt like my heart was about to explode. And no one wants that.

Ok kids. I hope everyone is doing well. And don’t forget to comment. The amount of comments I get is directly proportional to how much you love me. (Sorry. PMS makes me needy.)


Monday, September 10, 2007 

Fights & Weddings

Baloo and I had a fight Friday night. Which is ok, because I’m understanding that couples fight. And we’re good about our fighting because we usually stay on topic and we don’t sleep until the issue is resolved (translation: I win) so I feel that it’s healthy for us to have disagreements.

Friday Baloo showed me the pictures from his friend’s wedding in Denver. Baloo was pretty disappointed because the bride invited Baloo’s ex to the wedding, but failed to invite Baloo. When one of Baloo’s friends invited him to go hiking/camping in Denver and also attend the wedding, the bride found out and basically said Baloo couldn’t come. I was pissed because the bride was being a bitch, so I made sure to remark on how fugly her dress was, how ill fitting it was, and how fat she looked while we looked at the photos.

So we get through the photos and I hold my tongue. The last thing I want to do is react in horror to his friends. But I couldn’t contain myself when we got to the reception photos. One of Baloo’s friends, let’s call him Mark, decided it was a good idea to take his shirt off (he wasn’t wearing an undershirt…skin to the wind) and dance around for the rest of the evening. Still, I held my tongue. However, I’m not good at hiding my emotions, and Baloo could sense me tense up every time a picture of Mark came up. He finally asked me about it and I had to tell him. I didn’t like Mark’s behavior. I told Baloo that I think everyone should drink and have a good time, but a wedding isn’t the place to get so blitzed that you take off your shirt and puke the next morning.

And that’s when the fight began. Baloo didn’t want me to censor his friend’s behavior “when we get married” (which I will get to later). I told him that I would never embarrass his friends, and that if Mark started exhibiting that behavior in my presence, I would politely pull him aside and jokingly tell him to put his shirt on. While making fun of the situation as well. Baloo accused me of not going to a lot of weddings. Which is true. I’ve only been to two weddings. One when I was about 13, and the other was Kipper’s sister’s wedding. I really respect Sissy (translation: scared shitless of her) and I made it a point not to embarrass myself. I even left early so that I wouldn’t have too much to drink so she wouldn’t throw me out. So yes, I haven’t been to a lot of weddings. However, I think that certain decorum needs to be present at a celebration of a sacred event. So we argued about that with each of us holding on to our opinions.

Then I started thinking about “when we get married” (which he took back almost as quickly as he said it) and I started freaking out. I feel like I’m meant for an Angelina/Brad relationship. I love Baloo and I want to be around him for a very long time, but the prospect of marriage really freaks me out. It makes me feel nice and fuzzy that he brought it up (even tho he took it back) but I am in no position and I have desire to get married. Maybe that’ll change, but it won’t chance for at least the next 5 years.

After our fight, we thought it would be a good idea to go out drinking, which didn’t help the situation. I was mad, we were both drunk, and we were both too stubborn to see each other’s sides. The night ended with us going back home and talking about things before going to bed. We woke up the next morning refreshed where I went to play with guns and we spent the rest of the day and evening together feeling better about our relationship.

So yeah. I hate fighting with Baloo. He hates fighting with me. But it’s not the end of the world and we always make a point to learn something from each other. We both learned that we shouldn’t drink and fight ala Amy Winehouse. Baloo learned that I’m a stick in the mud and I don’t believe people should get puking drunk at weddings, and I learned that if we ever do get married, Mark is so not invited! (just kidding!)

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Friday, September 07, 2007 

Howdy Kids

Right now I'm having a hard time figuring out why I can't buy a $12M home. This is my favorite site of the moment, and seeing that I owe money on my credit card, it doesn't look like I'll be buying $12M properties anytime soon. However, I did look at islands in the Indian Ocean....maybe.

The tailgate with Kipper was major fun. I got some of the pictures downloaded and I don't remember half of them. It was fun to see so many people and to reconnect with Kipper. I'll be heading back down to South Bend for the MSU game, and I hope that we have a better showing than we did last weekend.

It's so exciting to read about Mrs. Pink Shoe. She just moved to NYC and lives in the coolest apartment ever. Go check her out and see what I'm talking about.

Grad school is AMAZING! I'm so glad I'm here. I'm in classes with amazing professors and amazing people from around the world. I have to say that I'm quite liking my experience at MSU already. Not too much to complain about.

Baloo and I are chugging along quite wonderfully. Can you believe we will have been together for a whole year next month?! It totally blows my mind. I really want to get him the new iPod for our anniversary/his birthday but I don't think I'll be able to afford it right now. Maybe if he's good he'll get it for an early birthday present.

Apparently I'm a real person who does real things, and that frightens me. I've been under an enormous amount of stress for a variety of reasons. Last weekend my stomach decided to stop functioning because I filled it with food. I fell asleep in Baloo's lap and he told me I farted. Twice. I was mortified. When we first started dating I made it very clear to him that girls didn't fart or poop. Now he knows we do both. The secret is out.

Not much more to report, kids. Sorry about that. I am going to a gun demonstration tomorrow, so I'm pretty excited about that. Apparently I get to fire a gun and learn gun safety and everything. That should make for interesting blog fodder. Here's hoping I'm the best shooter out on the range!


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