So, this is my first post from D.C. Yea, I would be bragging if it wasn't burning up. I don't understand why God thought it would be cool to create places in this world where it's hot all the time. It's deplorable. See? It's so hot that I'm using unnecessarily big words. Anyways, this week has been the most hectic week of my life. I moved 2800 miles away,Said goodbye to all the people I loved most, and I totally changed my living situation. And, I couldn't love it more.
First of all, I have the best roommate in the U.S. nation. He's quiet, relaxed, and he looks like Lupe Fiasco. He's so cool. The guy next door in my dorm is cool too. The best part, though, is everything I'm starting to envision for my life with school and sports is starting to come together and it seems so close that I can touch it. And, it helps that I already have met people that I hope to know for the rest of my life.
My school (Howard University) has to have among the best night life I have seen outside of California or any other tourist destination. It's nice, even though I haven't slept much for awhile. But the best part is along with all that play, people still want to work hard just like me. It's cool. I'm done jockin' my school. Not the business.
So, I was thinking, why does everyone try to rap? Honestly, everyone thinks they're a rapper. It's one of the dumbest dreams you can have if you're not good at it. With sports, if you're not that good, at least you get exercise. With rapping, if you're not good, people think you're a freaking idiot. I met this guy the other day who claimed he's been in the rap game for awhile. Yet, I have heard nothing of his. Not to mention, when he does attempt to rap, I find myself liking it so much that i wanna rip my eardrums off. The end.
So I'm done with my stereotypical college post. Next time, I'll have something more interesting. Bye. I love you....sike. Don't you love how I got you extremely excited only to crush your hopes and dreams? I do.