Diary of a Queen

The girly nerd has been anticipating the release of X-Men 3 for months. Despite the second one being a slight lt down in comparison to the first, and the fact that neither delve deep into the whole X-Men story, I still thought they’d done a pretty good job thus far. The boy and I were there Friday without delay. Of course the nerd and the girly-girl were in conflict again, but this time it was more out of disappointment.

I won’t spoil the movie but for anyone who felt one and two were a disappointment; you won’t be terribly surprised by this one. The acting hasn’t changed, nothing special there; the action scenes were about on point with the first two as well. But for those who are well versed in X-Men through the comic books, you will be thoroughly annoyed at the attempt to include integral parts of the X-men story without enough explanation, leaving holes and questions into how things came about. There are some discrepancies as well between the last two stories and this one that leave holes as well. Mind you, I didn’t follow the comic book as much as I know the story more from the cartoon. So if I can say there are holes just from the cartoon…well I think that speaks for itself.

Overall, it’s not a bad movie for people who don’t really know the ‘real’ story. It’s probably best for kids, being that the comic books are such throwbacks. But for true fan of the X-Men, especially you comic book fans, be prepared for a very, very loose visualization of what is now more famously known as the X-Men.

As a fan of the Bert Show, one of today’s bits was about how to properly celebrate your 21st birthday. I thought it was a really cute bit, until the intern whose list was being aired today included kissing 21 hot guys the night of celebration

Hold on, stop wait please. Kiss 21 guys in ONE night?! Ewwwww!!! I haven’t kissed 21 guys in my lifetime.

I can’t say that one race over another is prone to this way of thinking, but I only hear about it from one. Why is it that *blank* people think nothing of kissing perfect strangers? Not a kiss on the cheek greeting type kiss, I mean make out with the hottie you met in Vision an hour ago.

I think kissing is such an intimate thing. Honestly, I find it almost intimate that the actual act of sex. It’s such a deep soul-baring type of sharing. The mere thought of someone’s lips that I don’t know coming near mine… OMG someone better stop him before I tear his face off. Really, I don’t understand how anyone can kiss someone that they don’t have some type of romantic attachment to. If anyone can shed some light on this one, by all means, please do.

You know you got it bad when you get tongue tied just writing about someone

Truthfully, I didn’t expect to have a great Mother’s Day this year. I realized early in the week that I was missing my mom terribly and wished I had planned to go home for Mother’s Day just to be with her. Of course I sent a gift and a card, but it’s not at all the same. Being single didn’t really help the cause either. I’ve always felt that Mother’s Day is really the only day I wish to be spoiled just a little bit. Just to have someone do just a little something that’s just for me. But I knew that too wasn’t in the cards for this year. So I walked into the weekend prepared to be a little bummed.

Thankfully, I was wrong. The weekend Friday evening with a little the boy greeting me with a flower and a card he’d made for me at school for Mother’s Day. He was bursting at the seams to give it to me. It was so sweet, especially to see it in his own handwriting and the picture to go along with it. From there we took a trip to the mall. There were a few staples I needed in my wardrobe and I set out to treat myself to them. Let me take a minute right here to appreciate my baby boy who survived the excursion to the mall like a trooper. He didn’t complain too much, and even helped me to pick out a few things, which is very uncommon for him. He doesn’t like shopping with me much; I can’t blame him…lol Anyway, we grabbed some dinner and headed home and just chilled out for the evening. Saturday, we cleaned house, vegged around some and finally got dressed and joined civilization around 3 in the afternoon. Again the trooper, the boy sat at the nail salon while I treated myself to a pedicure and then we went to visit Twin and the matriarchs of her fam. After canceling our plans to go see RV, we hit up Blockbuster, grabbed some dinner and headed back home. Eight hours and three movies later, I retired to my room and dozed off for the night listing to music and just enjoying the stillness of the middle of the night. After being treated to an early morning “Happy Mother’s Day”, I slept in late Sunday morning. I admit I kinda wanted to go to church, but it really was nice to sleep in. The boy took me to lunch this afternoon at Applebee’s and then to see Akeelah and the Bee. He enjoyed being able to say that “he was taking me out” for Mother’s Day, and that in itself made my day that much special.

It was a simple Mother’s Day, but it was a good one for me. I expected to be down and depressed, but instead I found myself thankful for not only my baby boy, but for my family and my friends who all are special to me and made me feel special as well. I hope every other mother felt as loved and cherished as I did this mother’s day.

There are some days you pray for God to take the murderous thoughts out of your head. Today is one of those days.

One person should not relate to T.V. characters so much. I have found myself within quite of few of the Grey’s Anatomy cast throughout the season. At the moment, my name is Meredith. The guy she is recently involved with called her ‘scary and damaged’ the other night and she insisted on denying his view of her. Yet, the moment he tried to pry into her world just a little, she clammed up and left the discussion quite open and unaddressed.
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Anyone who knows me well shouldn’t find my blogging hiatus very surprising. I have a tendency to be all around, all over the place, very cheery and social, and suddenly disappear and not want to come out of my shell for days or weeks at a time. I may be online, I may not. I may answer my phone, I may not. It’s nothing personal, I promise. I simply like and need “me time”. That’s all my hiatus really sums up to. I took some time to do me, be by myself. I really didn’t have anything to say at the time, so why fake it.

I was bitten by the bug to write in the past few days and after some prompting (read: harassment) by some individuals, I figured what the hell, do what ya love. So here I am, for my own enjoyment. And if ya’ll enjoy it too, cool

Tonight I fully realized why I had been keeping my distance from MySpace. I joined a few weeks ago because I kept hearing about different artists on there whose music I really like, but couldn’t hear without joining. So I found myself creating my little page, of course I adding a little music because we all know music makes my world go ‘round. Now I knew I’d spend the first week having fun with it. It was like a new toy. “Ooohh lemme see who I know that I can find” So my friends list grew with people I know and with people that in one way or another could possibly, maybe ‘let me just keep you in the back pocket’ be beneficial from a business standpoint. I lined up my top 8 list just because I thought it was a cute concept and my interest died after a week as I knew it would. I get on now just when I get some kinda notice from them.

Avoiding a writting assignment tonight, I decided to go play around on there. All the guys in my top 8 are guys that are high on my list of ‘cool as hell’ folks. At least one person on there would be quite surprised to hear that…lol As I am clicking around one of the guys pages, I look at the types of chicks that they have as friends or who comment on their pages. And it hit me why MySpace is really just not my kinda place. Why in the hell do so many chicks feel the need to have their ass all over their damn page?! I mean seriously, why do these girls create entire pages devoted to their ass, or their titties (yes I said titties, so what?…lol) or their ‘corn bread fed’ shapes. It annoys the hell out of me that there is such an abundance of chicks who can’t think of anything else to say beside “Hey don’t you wish you could have some of this here?” Because on the real, that’s all they are saying. “I need attention. I need a man to make me feel sexy. Look at me and tell me how bangin’ I am.” Give me a fukkin’ break.

But it works. You see these girl’s pages and they have 20,000 friends and 4000 comments that are all men (ok and some women too) all drooling over them. And you know what, that’s cool. You know I am quick to say, “If that’s what works for you, go for it” But that doesn’t mean I condone it, think it’s what’s best for society as a whole, or the emotional being of any female. The more girls (has anyone noticed that I refuse to call these girls ‘women’?) put themselves out there in this way, the more men to treat them like the objects they are treating themselves as. Which makes it 100 times harder for women like myself who are often more attractive, carry themselves in a much respectable manner, and not at all moved by the lame ass, sex crazy, worthless men that think they are creative enough to spit some games good enough to get in the thongs and bounce. And please don’t let me have you thinking that I walk around in a sweatsuit or baggy clothing intent on covering up every inch of my own skin and I’m dogging out how these girls are acting. In no way is that the case. I certainly am a proud owner of fitting jeans, shirts, skirts, well pretty much most of what I own fits because I chose for I to. The difference between the type of chick I am talking about and the type of woman I represent is simple and clear: class and respect.

Ladies please, I know my words fall on deaf ears, but please wake the fuk up!