Diary - Wale

The song I'm going to be reviewing is Diary by Wale.
Actually, Wale came to the basketball game today at Chicago State.
Yes, Wale is a rapper but his style is so unique. He interprets music and poetry together and it all makes sense. His music is not just "ooo baby, yes I like you, let's go party."
His lyrics literally have a meaning to it and the thing is, the meaning is obvious for those who aren't used to.
There's always puns and metaphors but I mean, first you have to get pass the obvious stuff to understand what exactly he's talking about.
In the song Diary, Wale refers to a girl he wants to talk to and who he has fallen for but the girl won't let her guards down because she's been through so much. She's trying to figure out what she should do and most of her thoughts go into her Diary.
Wale refers to it as 'Diary of a black girl," but I believe it can apply to any girl.
We all have the same emotions, more or less.
There is one part in the whole song where Wale stops his singing/rapping and begins to actually recite poetry.
Here are a few lines from that section:
Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind,
For such an ugly picture and,
Money, nothing I buy can buy more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it,
Diamonds, a girl's best friend is what they say but believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways,
and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary.
Okay, first off, this was just a pretty statement all together. He used material things to describe his love for this girl and to describe the girl.
Next, if you actually hear the song while he says this, he keeps up with the beat and pace so that it sounds as if the word he always leaves off on brings up a whole new subject and so on.
Wale is beast because he raps from the heart.
I love him!

Jay&Nick

Gatsby's first name is Jay? So casual for a dude so formal as he. Nick, casual but he's Nick so...
Gastby loves Daisy which is Nick's cousin and who is married to Tom.
Okay. Jay and Nick's relationship is quite vague. What I mean by that is theres not much to do with the relationship. They can't brag about how they've been BFFs and how they've known each other since diapers.
All they could do from Chapters 1-5 is go over each other's house and chat. That's about it.
I don't really know if Gatsby, excuse me, I meant Jay. I don't really know if Jay is using Nick to get closer to Daisy or if he really wants to be friends with Nick. Jay didn't bring much up with Nick about Daisy so it wasn't that obvious if he was trying to get closer to her. In chapter 5, we do see an interaction with Daisy and Jay where Nick comes back in the room they are occupying after an hour and sees Daisy drying tears while Jay is smiling. What goes on here isn't said but it's very frustrating because it's like an cliff-hanging lead.
I haven't completely finished chapter 5. I have about 4 more pages but as far as I get, Jay seems to be quite queer now. Like, overly excited and the real him is coming out.
So, was he using Nick or what? Nick doesn't seem to care anyway.

Mommy, How Could You!

My mom cheated.
Now Christmas is ruined,
Her lover fleeted.
To hide what they were doing.

I was almost asleep on Christmas Eve
When I heard a giggle, I jumped out of bed
I heard a really loud sneeze
Followed by a "Ow, I hit my head."

I then heard a "I'm sorry hun, my beard is soft and bushy."
My mom answered " Oh shut up you old mad, you're going to wake up Johnny."
Who was this old old man that my mother referred to
Surely it wasn't my dad, he was only 52.

I was about to put on my slippers when I remembered I had on footies.
So I raced out of bed to see who this stranger could be.
I creeped down the hall, one creek at a time.
Trying not to be heard, like a secret agent investigating a crime.

"Did you hear that" the mystery man said.
"Here what dear? Johnnys all put to bed."
" Are you sure because I hear little steps."
"I'm positive, now calm down and relax."

And then there was silence once more in the living room.
I took a deep breath and let out a silent "phew."

I got to the end of the hallway and looked around the corner
No one was in sight, Ugh! Err!

Just as I was about to head back to bed, I heard the old man say
"The visit was nice but I gotta be heading back to my slay,"

"Slay?" I said. Almost too loud.
No humans here drive slays around.
Only Santa, Santa? Santa! Santa is here!
He's the old man with the nice bushy beard.

I was so excited that I rand down the hall
I was so excited I tripped, and made a great fall.

As I got myself together, I looked up and paused
My mother was kissing old Santa Claus.
I can't wait to tell my dad.
He's goina' be so mad!

Mommy ruined Christmas for the whole world.
She let Santa take her as Daddy's girl.
Mommy ruined Christmas for the whole family.
But most of all mommy ruined Christmas for me.

Presents, food, stockings, don't matter.
I don't even wana' eat the cake batter!

Santa is on his own naughty list now!
No more gifts will be given out!
And its all because
Mommy was kissing Santa Claus.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! :)

Who I am Thankful for In American Lit?

I am thankful for Morgan, Joanne, and Natalia. I love you guys! You guys are some of the best friends a person can have and keep me laughing in and outside of class. I love doing group work with you guys because we always seem to get way, way, .....way off subject. Did you notice everytime we do that, we end up on the subject of youtube or something about something that was on youtube? Anyway! Morgan, I am thankful to have yet another english class with you. Aside from lunch, I don't see you so this class really keeps us in contact which is great because you're a good friend and I don't want to lose you! Also, thankyou for letting me stretch on your desk. And I love the comments that we make that no one else hears, except Joanne and Natalia.
Joanne, I just met you this year but I feel like we've known each other longer. The fact that your life is surrounded with music makes us click instantly. When we read your intro blog, I was like "Oh! My new bestfriend!" :)I love having 6th&7th period with you. Especially when sometimes we do nothing....
Natalia! I love you! Having spanish and math with you last year really brought us close and I'm so glad that we have classes this year together. We always seem to keep each other laughing even when nothings funny. Is that queer? Ummm. :) You crack me up even if you don't know it. You and Joanne, together, is very good for my health because laughing is healthy but if you laugh for 3 days straight, you'll die so I'm glad this isn't boarding school. Wow....I just got way off subject. Youtube. :) I love you guys (and my seat in class) and I am thankful for you guys.

I am a Plow.

I am a Plow. The definition meaning to tear up or cut into. I am a plow to thought, reasoning, and why(s).
I am a Plow. The definition meaning to proceed in a slow laborious and steady manner. I am plow of education.
I am a Plow. The definition meaning to lift. I am a plow to emotion.
I am a Plow even though I swear I am a Pwol. A plow. A [P]erson [L]iving [O]nly to [W]ork. A Pwol. A [P]erson [W]orking [O]nly to [L]ive.
Eventually, I will end up working. Isn't that what school is all about? Getting an education so that I can get a career. But, they kind of fall hand in hand. You live to work but you don't start working until after school (for the most part.) Then, once you start working, you're working only to pay bills, provide for your family, and to survive (car, food, water.)
Funny, a Plow (you know, the thing farmers use) is used for work by a worker. Am I making sense?
A plow (the thing farmers use) is what turns over the soil for a farmer but the farmer still has to put in work because it is he that has to turn the plow. The plow helps to grow the food that we pay for with the money from our jobs that was granted to us from education to eat to survive.
A person is a Plow.
A person cuts into, tears up, lifts, and proceeds in a laborious manner. Do we not?
But what are we plowing?
Don't say society (because I know that's what everyone's thinking.)
No society is the reason we plow but not what we plow. It gives us the stress we need.
We plow Life.
[L]essons that [I]n[F]orm you [E]veryday. Whether you know it or not, you learn from life.
Yupp.
We don't like these lessons. We don't like emotions, bankrupt, and school. But we go through it. We plow through it.
So a person is a plow who uses a plow to plow for the survival of man kind that is given to us by society and comes along with life.
Interesting.

No Direction Needed! I love it!

I love American Lit. It's such a chill class but at the same time we learn something. Alot in fact. To me the class is much like a debate class and is an eviroment where your opinion can be viewed and then rebutled positively or negatively. Unlike every other class, the discusssion is not always lead by the teacher, making it less boring. I seriously can't take another boring class. It's bad enough as is. I actually want to stay up in this class, not that I fall asleep in other class or anything, ehem. :)
Mr. McCarthy, is, or You (since I know you're going to be reading this) are a great teacher! And funny! You make the class the chill enviroment that it is and the curriculum is beautiful meaning it's easy to comprehend. When students know that a teacher is not strict and not always yelling, I believe it makes them do better because then you want to go to that class and pay attention. Paying attention = comprehending = passing test = a good grade in the class = your GPA will be good = not getting in trouble = getting to hang out = an abundancy of stories from the weekend = lunch gossip. Yeaa....
I'm looking forward to the rest of the year in this class. I can't believe I just said that. This only being the first quarter, I feel like I've been in some classes for three years already. I'm glad that I have a class that I know I can come to and enjoy. I'm also glad that my teacher isn't old, boring, and mono-toned! <---- Is that how you spell it?
Anyway! Reading being something I love to do makes the learning all the better.
I can't wait to see the things I will learn in the next three (wow) quarters.

Slavery in 2010?

Umm. I think I've been given this question before but I don't remember what my answer was. With that, I guess I can try to remember what I said and some. Slavery were some hard years for the Africans. Struggle to not get enslaved and struggle to be set free. Being under the control of someone else is something everyone is America just thinks of as "Omg, Ew!" Nowadays, we have so much more equality than back then that it would be too hard to even be able to try and enslave people. Technically, you're enslaved by your parents for 18 years :) I do know that slavery exists in other places around the goal but unfortuantely I do not know what those places are.
If I had to look at society today and try to find some similarities to slavery (which, I have to do right now,) I'd say it's kind of hard. I can't really find an example that brutal to compare to slavery.
When people are in prison, they get treated like priveleged slaves. They get to actually eat decent food, take showers, and have recreational time. The labor that they do though, is much like a slave. Hitting rocks in the sun is kind of like picking cotton.
That's the only thing I can really think of.
I POSITIVE Im missing so much though.

Puritans...Are they still here?

I am glad I'm not a Puritan, no offense to anyone. They're just too strict and  contradict everything they believe in. A good example of their contradiction could be the fact that they drank so much beer yet they believed that drinking beer was a sin. You can not do something that is supposedly oh so un-godly in your culture and turn around and try to blame someone else for it. Makes no type of sense. I guess we still see this in our present world because drinking alcohol underage or drinking while driving is still considered breaking the law. There are alot of people who drink alcohol  just like the Puritans.
Another thing that caught my attention was the influence of adultery. Just like in Scarlet Letter, adultery is still considered a crime in some states. For example, in Minnesota, if two people commit adultery whether they're both married or not, both of them are charged with no more than a year of imprisonment or are fined with no more than $3,000. It's not as bad as having to wear a red letter on your dress for the rest of your life but being in prison for something you knew was wrong in the first place.
This brings me to something else that the puritan believed in. They believed that if a child cursed their parents that that child could be executed. Wow, so you're being killed for cursing your parents. Once again, it is wrong but that punishment is way too strict. Nowadays, if you curse your parents, you get slapped, put on punishement, but not killed. The government doesn't really care about things like that. Kids will be kids.
 I guess Puritan belief is still depicted in everyday life but the rules now are so much more lineant.

Bubbling in a Circle = I am an American.

You would think in grammar school that I would fully understand that I was an American since we always had to sing the National Anthem and recite the pledge. But, It didn't register. Honestly, I don't even know the exact moment that I fully understood that I was an American. If I had to go back to my 1st grade self, I would probably say it was when I took my first ISAT test. I think that's 1st grade...Anyway! So, you know how you have to mark your ethnicity? Well I couldn't find 'black' on the list. The only thing that related to me was African-AMERICAN. I bubbled it in.
Learning about slavery from that point on and how slaves got to America made everything so much easier and understandable. I already knew I lived in America but I thought my race was just black. Thats how I referred to it and thats how everyone else referred to it. I then knew why I recited the pledge and sung the national anthem.
I fully understood why every November on a tuesday I ended up at the park field house down the street from my house and why all the adults looked into those little box thingys, a.k.a., Voting. After finding out I wasn't just black but actually African-American, I started to recognize the fact that I was an American. For example, I started to notice how America is a mixture of all cultures, a melting pot. I started to relate the school systems from other countries to the ones I was used to. Most importantly though, I took my history and related it to what my culture consisted of now and saw the ideas from Africa mended into the rituals. A big one, Church. At my church, you can see the African influence.
The signs were around me the whole time but I realized I was an American from bubbling in a circle.

Is it really that serious?

First off, situations so bad that it results in any kind of death is unneccesarry. Sometimes people act like they can't just talk things out and find a reasonable solution. It's not that hard. If two groups have differences then just don't talk to each other. Wa-Bam! Problem solved. I can't really think of a specific situation that depicts this point but I can think of several situations that all happen for the same reasons and they are all GANG RELATED.
My Goodness. I get so tired of watching the news and hearing that some kid got shot because of a gang break-out. Sometimes the kid might even be an innocent bystander. Its so sad and gangs are so pointless. Gangs supposedly have territory which is so innaccurrate. An unauthorized group of people can not own or be over a neighborhood just because they say so or because they live there. Makes no type of sense whatsoever. If someone from another side of town or someone who is apart of another gang comes on or anywhere near this territory, the only way they can solve problems (even though there technically isn't one) is by fighting. You see, gangs make their own problems. Why are you yelling "Westside!" and "Southside!?" Because you live on that side of town? Ok...so live there and shut-up. That is no reason to even have an arguement with anyone from opposite sides of town. You can't step foot on this side of town if you're apart of a certain gang so lets fight. Fighting almost always ends up horribly. Most of the time they have weapons, the famous one being the gun. I hate guns. They take away a life of 17 years in less than a second. Why can't people just settle conflicts easily! Ughhh. It's so unneccesary. It doesn't even sound right. "Oh yea so he died because he's from the westside and he came to the southside and walked down the street so we shot him." Smart. Noooo! Okay, Im finish. This is upsetting me.

This John Proctor Dude...

Ok this John Proctor Dude. I dont quite know what I think about him. At first he seemed really cool and calm. Now, its like man what happened? Who lets their children go around calling people a witch? And youre doing it to? Ummm....If It were me in this situation, I would kind of be suspicious on why your whole family is calling witch on everyone else. It sounds like you're trying to keep all attention and suspicion away from you which ironically is suspicious...
Let me put myself in the shoes of a friend of his children. Now, me being a friend of these kids who obviously must have strong beliefs in witch craft, would probably not really scare me seeing how the whole town is nuts about witch craft. But, the thing that would get me is the fact that your father is letting you do this. That in my opinion is rude and signifies no home training.
Now, Im in the shoes of one of John Proctor's friends. I guess he would be that two-faced friend. Im saying this because at first, John Proctor is all laid back, not really into all the witch craft stuff and then its like WA-BAM! You just flip like that. Man, what happened? Did you get an epiphany over night or something? Thats kind of weird. Or is it just me? Hmmm.

Response to Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God

What was this man thinking? I don't know exactly what this man was trying to prove or trying to say but whatever it is, it didn't do anything but make me think he was crazy. I don't if that's because I believe in the same God but I know differently or I don't know if it's really just because he's crazy. Honestly, If I were a child listening to this sermon, I would be terrified. Im depending on this man to deliver to me information on a  wonderful God and I get this horrid news. All of a sudden, God isn't who I thought he was anymore. Before listening  to this sermon, I knew that God was a great God and that he delivered and forgave everyone from their sins and that if you were good, you would soon go to Heaven to live with him. Now, I have this man telling me if I make one mistake, God is going to hang me overy the pit of hell and let the ragiing waters overtake me. As a kid in this day, I would  be terrifed to do anything in fear that I would make a mistake and God would do something to me and I would never go to heaven. The question that still bothers me is  if this man was trying to scare people into being good christians or was he trying to persuade people that God was a bad God? However this man was thinking was sort of chaotic. I wonder where he went to church and learned his lessons.

There goes the Neighborhood

Thinking of an example of "There goes the Neighborhood" was quite difficult for me because I've never been in a situation where I've been changed by someone or someone has changed me. But as I continued to think on this subject, I realized that maybe it's not the fact of changing, maybe it's a fact of maturing. So putting that sense to this, I came up with something that applied. That something would be my 5th grade year. My most hated year of life.
In 5th grade, I transferred from my neighborhood school to a Catholic school for academic reasons. I lived right around the corner from my neighborhood school and had been going there since kindergarten. All my friends, everyone that I associated with, went to that school. Literally. You didn't even have to ask what school people went to because we all went to the same school. I guess my moms started to notice that I was too smart or something because my brother and I were transferred. We didn't find out about this until summer leaving us to minimum good-byes. All our friends wer devestated. That summer was all about hanging out with the people we wouldn't see on a daily basis anymore.
The first day of school at my new school was...horrible. I knew no one. Absolutely no one. I was alone and out-casted. Everyone else knew each other because that was their neighborhood school. They all grew up together. I was literally the new kid. I don't really remember that day but I can tell you, I did no talking.
As the year went on, I began to make friends. As usual, I was pretty much cool with everyone but still had that set group of people that I hung out with. We became really close. I could quickly identify the jocks, snobs, and nerds.Yes, there are jocks, snobs and nerds in 5th grade. Crazy, I know. Another thing I came to notice is the maturity in some of the kids. Some of them acted as if they were in highschool. In fact, I can see them having that same personality today. Anyway, being around a majority who act mature all the time can eventually rub off on you.
I learned that the things that I thought were cool were now considered babyish. Finishing 100 multiplication problems in 2 minutes, before everyone, and not having any wrong will make you a nerd. It will also have people all of sudden becoming your friend when they dont have their homework. As a 5th grader, I didn't mind the attention because I wanted to be a cool kid. Profanity was oh so cool but it scared me. I got teased for not cursing.
Overtime, I learned not to care. When you don't care and people know you don't care, they began to want to know more about why you don't care, thus more friends. I didn't notice until later on in my life how much mature I became because of  5th grade. The things that they considered to be cool and for older kids were in fact childish.Their immaturity taught me maturity. I see it as a form of peer pressure. I find myself a strong if not stronger person for not falling in that same ditch. Just imagine. If I thought being smart was nerdy, I wouldn't be here today. I hear profanity all the time now, but if I would've used it as a 5th grader, I would have been seen as a bad kid and maybe even tried to learn the meanings of what I was seeing.
It's kind of a funny story. 5th grade making you stronger.

All About Me, Indigoe.[Introduction]

I would like to start this blog by first saying that I am not a color. I am no type of blue or purple and I can not be found in your Crayola Crayon Box. Hence, the name of my blog, "Indigoe with an 'E'." In other words, my name is not spelled like the color. Ironically, my favorite color happens to be blue. I was born in San Diego, California and moved to Chicago at 18 months. Chicago has shown me how boring it can get this summer of 2010.To get out of that boredom, I became a model for Pompei Pics. The student who's mom owns the company goes to this school and took my pictures. Her name is Paulina Pei and we killed many hours while she practiced her photography on me. This summer, I went to a camp in Georgia. It was a horseback riding camp for two weeks in Calhoun, Georgia at Camp Misty Mountain which was obviously in the mountains. That means no phone or internet reception. For two weeks. Just horses, hot weather, and walking. Lucky for me, it was fun. I also danced this summer. Dance is one of my passions. I love dance.  I've been liturgically dancing since I was seven years old. Over the summer, I did Ballet, Modern, Ballroom, Afro-Haitian and Jazz. It was so much fun and I didn't mind having to wake up early just to go to dance one bit. That's just how much I love it. Three other passions I have are Singing, Running, and Playing Piano. I've been singing since age three and still continue to do so today. Singing is in my blood. My dad used to sing. I've been playing piano since age seven but I quit last year because of track and school. I now independently play which means I teach myself songs by ear or by sheet music. Songs that I like, Modern or Classic. I've been running since kindergarten but officially started running track in 8th grade at my elementary school. I am a very athletic person, at least for a girl. Im probably the only girl who likes P.E. I was once on the flag football team, but only for the running part. My goal this year is to get downstate for the 100m dash. If that happens, I would love to win the 100m dash. But like everything else, it takes a lot of work. The three things that dance, singing, and playing piano all have in common is music. Music is the love of my life. It is my life. I feel like I was put on Earth to do one of these three things. Its just in me. Especially Dancing and Singing. So those are the basics of what you need to know about me. Here are some random facts. 1) I hate the color pink so much. 2) I'm allergic to dogs but I've own one since age three. 3) I don't think I'm 5ft. yet. 4) In my opinion I'm a really fun person and I hate when people are way too serious over minor things. Often times, I just began to laugh in the mist of their seriousness. 5) My Idol is Alicia Keys and I love Eminem. 6) I got a poem published in fifth grade. 7) Like every other girl you may know, I love to shop. 8) My dream college Julliard. 9) I hate math. 10) I laugh and smile a lot.