insomnia

Happy Birthday Isaac! if you're reading this. and i hope you have a wonderful day.

can't sleep, and wondering how much John McCain paid Daddy Yankee under the table for that sad attempt to pull young urban voters.

well the tents are up. welcome week is well underway and i've come to terms with summer being over. this last week of relaxation isn't looking up and i wish it would end already. So far i found out that i'm only working ONE day this week. as if i wasn't broke enough already. so it's back to the drawing board, and i'm job hunting once again. that's right...onto Philly restaurant number 6. i wanted to be done with applications and interviews. i'd like it if i could just find a decent job that i can settle down in. to make the situation worse i'm working on the same night as the Common concert. Sunday i wanted to go to the Tu-Phace show at Silk City but couldn't because i couldn't even afford to take a cab. Monday i went to Patterson's to get my check, but they didn't have it. it's been a month since i last worked there, and for some reason beyond me, they can't just pay me. i wanted to snap, but just asked the manager to mail it. i have a feeling he forgot about it 5 minutes laater, and i wont be seeing that check anytime soon. with no work, and therefore no money and therefore no plans this week, i'm stuck in the house. and i'm getting cabin fever, baaaad. as much as i'm dreading, papers, projects, exams, i'm anxious for school so that i can be occupied.



i've been doing research on my professors, and they all sound lame. one of them i already know, because he's the director of photojournalism. i had him for a class last semester, and i'll have him for 2 more next semester...yay. he's okay, but very challenging.
I found this one AF-Am Studies class that sounded so interesting and i was really excited for it: Mass Media and The Black Community, so being black and entering the field of mass media it only seemed fitting. then i found out that the professor is white. i never had reservations about white people teaching Black Studies courses. a good teacher is a good teacher across the board, regardless of the subject, i thought. but after taking Intro to African-American Studies, i learned the meaning and importance of Afrocentrism. it's not red, black, and green; it's not kente cloth; it's not rocking a dashiki and throwing a fist in the air. it's African World View, and it is fundamental in Black Studies. so bottom line, having a truly Afrocentric standpoint isn't possible without being Black. He has a PhD in Africana Studies, which according to Spike Lee, makes him a Niggerologist, lol. i'm mildly interested to see what his approach will be. other than that, i foresee plenty of yawning and nodding off in the rest of my classes.