My Life~ Here I am again. It's April, and I've almost made it another year at this school. So many things have happened that I haven't had the time to post. I'm not really the type to pour my heart out every other day anyways. Once every 3 months or so is fine. But, I will continue on with the adventurous and entertaining story that I call my life. Now...where do I begin? Women is always a good choice to start with because my luck with them is so bad. Peep this: First semester in one of my classes, I'm peeping this beautiful bronze skinned girl with brownish/goldish dreadlocks. I'm not usually the type that approaches a girl on some ole' oky-doke shyt, so I try to figure out in my mind how I'm gonna get her attention. "Should I wait after class and speak? Should I do this? Should I do that?" I opt to anticipate where she will sit the next class, and sit somewhere around that area. So I'm planning it so when she sits down, I'll just spark normal conversation. Not the "what's your name, where you from?" type of convo, but just the "what's up, good morning, how you do on that quiz?" type of convo. Anyways, on the day that I had been gassing myself up to finally do this, I pick the right seat, but some white girl sit's in between us. I'm pissed cause I've been psychin myself up for this moment for like 3 weeks. When the next class rolls around, I'm so determined, I don't care if she sits next to me or not, I'm gonna hollar at her. To make a long story short, she sits next to me, and at the end of the class period, she asks ME for MY number. "What?!!" This can't be happening to me. A bangin ass girl...coming at me. Chea right. Too good to be true in my book. You see, in my world, the C.A.S. world, it appears that when anything good comes to me, there is some kind of force to take it away from me. To spoil my moments of triumph. Or maybe that's just me. Anywho, I talk to homegirl, lets call her Mohogany. I talk to Mohogany on the phone and she wants to study. When we end up studying we go outside to smoke a Black. Now I'm thinking, "this is my kind of girl. Someone I can trip with then go outside and smoke a Black with. Don't get much better than this." It's at this time that fate begins to tease me. To pull my strings and make me jump and twitch around like some kind of sick vantriloquist dummy. She tells me that she is Bi-sexual. At this point, I could care less if she likes men AND women. She came at me, which says a lil something. But then she sticks the daggar in me, "I like women MUCH more than men." She then went on to tell me that we could be friends and whatever happened would happen. Now, I never really had intentions of just jumping into anything anyways, but I somehow got the feeling that things would be very difficult. If she likes women as much as she emphisized then I had a big mountain to climb. I'm only 20 years old. Who wants to climb that mountain at 20. I have bigger fish to fry. She's cool peoples though and I'm glad I met her. I love to chill wit her. She's like one of my niggas, nuff said.
That was just one story, I could sit here for days and tell what I've been through. Matter of fact, I'm a make this a series. I'm a write a different story about what I've been through this year every day till I run out starting today. Cause If i sit here and try to tell all of them, I'll never finish. So Holla at me tomorrow for part II of "The life and times of C.A.S." tomorrow. OnE.