LA to BK

I figured I'd take a different approach to blogging: camera-phone-photography :)

This was the last I've seen of my dog. He rolled with the family on the trip up. I got him to pose a little before we landed. I wanna call this one, "Sitting Dog"

(i miss him dearly)

This is the view from my 6th floor dorm. Pictured is immediate BK. In the bottom left under the trees is People's Park. The sun is setting between San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge.


Telephone ave is mostly where I'm at. When I'm not doing Sociology, Rhetoric, or Math. I'm a little mad that I couldn't go to that. 21 one and up, just to see the RZA rap... I heard he debuted some new band he's got or something. I'm kind of mad at that, but whatever. I took a picture of one of the flyers I found hanging up the street.


This one.. well.. If you look really hard in the left corner you can see a black light hitting a few high-lighter fluid filled handles.


"I am champion at beer pong
Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon
Don't even bounce, Not in my house
Better hope you make it
Otherwise you're naked" - Roth

As far as classes, after Rhetoric (roll the "R"), I'm learning how to play these:

Help me come up with a dope DJ name ;)

So basically that's what I've been up to.. sorta. I'm going to step my camera-phone-photography skills up and put some more stuff up periodically. Expect that.

Love and Peace,
-Gabby Z.

iight iight so it's been a few days since i last posted. let me see if i can draw up an accurate recap:

Saturday - I rolled with my best friend from back in the day, Albert. We picked up his friend from a couple towns down the road. We grabbed some shrimp and Albert's friend jacked one of the napkin holders from the restaurant... She forgot it in his car and it's been chilling in Albert's kitchen since. We snuck into the Sterling Regal and saw the Punisher. I'm glad we didn't pay, because that shit was wack.
Later, we hit this lil latin club called Cocoa Cabana. At first I was a little hesitant because they made me tuck my shirt in at the door - and made me KEEP my shirt tucked - and they played A LOT of spanish music, which I don't normally bust a move to on a regular basis... but I worked myself into a groove and must've been iight... because I pulled a number :D
Afterwards we got some mcdonalds and that was that...

Sunday - I woke up early to go with mom to their new church. It was actually pretty cool. It felt more like a black church, which I dig because when it comes to worship, in the words of my mother, "they don't play." This isn't to say Kirk Franklin was leading the choir, or their sound system was perfect, but they worked with it. The pastor brought the house down too. A lot of vibrato. It took me back a little.

After church, I called the girl from the night before... and confirmed that homegirl speaks absolutely no English. I'm still laughing about that. The homie Nelson suggested we bust a 3-way conversation so he could translate for me LMAO... not likely son... but if I try it, I'll write and tell you how it goes.

Monday - Family came over and kicked it for a little bit. After they bounced, I ended up catching up with this girl I knew since like middle school... she introduced me to her friend and we got some coffee. I went back to Albert's house and watched "Blow." Sad movie, that one.

Tuesday - Me and t3h gawd Albert watched "Alpha Dog" then I went Christmas shopping with mom and the boys. It started raining ice on our way back. The weather's been oddly warm the past week. It was kind of a shock. But it needs to start getting Christmas-like up in this bitch... I'm just saying

Dec 11

It was surprisingly warm today. So I took advantage and ran around the neighborhood a couple times... And now I'm mad sore. But damn, 50 degrees in December? In Virginia!? You can't tell me this isn't a product of global warming. Speaking of, i need to commit some much needed time to this global warming piece I started almost a month ago. It's been... marinating.

Other than that, I am a free spirit. I am still trying to dig up these lost friends of mine. It would have been a lot easier with a car, but I will work with what I have been given: feet. (sore)

Christmas is coming up, and I have to start getting gifts... So how do I get something for mom when she's the one driving me everywhere? Hide it in the bag?

And Michelle, you're nawt slick haha
I'm just saying

(December 8) Mad sick

I think that clam pizza did me in. Either that, or I need to upgrade to a Northface and some timbs. These Cali clothes ain't cuttin it.

Some Maryland Shit

Last night, my friend Nelson picked me up to hang out for a little bit in his hometown of Hyattsville, Maryland. We knew each other back in Los Angeles. A dude from the track team introduced us when he found out we both hailed from the same area. After Nelson graduated, he moved back east and I finished up my last year at Marshall. We kept in touch and everything – “Hit me up when you get in town, iight?” “For sure son.” – Now we finally kicked it.

“I’ma come scoop you up, kid”

It’s kind of funny because we never really chilled with each other back in LA. The most we ever kicked it was when I rolled by his lil spot by the cafeteria during lunches back in Junior year. He’d give me dap, (no knuckles) make sure I was cool, (“what’s good?”) maybe talk for a second... and that was that. Honestly, I don’t even think we knew each other’s real names. Back in Marshall, he called me “Virginia” and I just called him “DC” because I was embarrassed to ask him what his real name was again after our initial introduction. But it was cool because that was our relationship.

“What’s up Virginia?”
“What’s good DC?”

So it’s Friday I had been here for a couple days already then I get this call at 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s Nelson and he’s like, “Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?” He picks me up the next day. Me, Nelson, and his homie, Darren from New York, just kicked it. We hit this shady looking overstock spot looking for kicks (“The church?”), met some more of his peoples at the mall, chilled with family, watched the Pacquiao De La Hoya fight, grubbed on Mambo Sauce, searched for beer, (“should I get gas?”) and fuckin, broke out the ’07 yearbook.

“Damn son, was there anything you weren’t a part of?”
“HaHa. Actually... Nah, not really”

Me and Darren crashed at his pad. They dropped me off back home earlier today after we hit this pizza spot called 2 Amy’s. This is the only picture I thought to take.

(clam pizza. Mad good)

Monday

IIght, so this was the THIRD time I’ve tried to get my license this month. The first time I didn’t think you had to make an appointment. The 2nd time my brake light went out and they didn’t let me take the test. Now this time, I was just late.

We checked the brake light before we left and it was in good shape. Dad put a new bulb in but when we got to the DMV and double-checked it, it went out again. So it wasn’t actually the bulb that was jacked up, it was a connection or something. Dad drove around hoping to bump it back to life and it worked! But by the time we got back to the DMV, I was already 20 minutes late, and he didn’t let me take the test. I can’t get my license until I come back. I can’t even practice driving over here because I have a California permit… and this is Virginia. Shiiiiiiiieeeeeet


(riding the bus gives you a different perspective)

I had my last show with the Get Lit Players at Fairfax High. It was cool because this was one of the first places I performed with the troop way back before the summer – I got to see how far I have come since then. Our main purpose now is to find more potential Get Lit Players and getting them to audition for the squad in January. We put on a little show to give them an idea of what they would be doing and hopefully a few are interested. We did the usual. Ryan and Dario performed their originals and I did a couple classics. The highlight of the show was our World of Warcraft joint we just put together this weekend. We didn’t know if we were going to be able to get through it, but we did, and the class really dug it. I spoke with a couple students afterwards and they shared some of their own work with me. I think it was a proper ending for my run with the players. Passing the torch.

After that, I shot over to Vermont (good lookin Dario for the ride) and finally hung out with this girl… I’ll call her “Fog.” (lol) Me and Fog, hmm… we kicked it… sang, danced… messed up her glow in the dark sneakers… and found jelly fish. Basically, Fog and Car (hmmm) go well together and it’s a shame that I found this out two days before I head out. I will take it for what it is and enjoy that it even was… but damn man... we look iight together



swingers. shit

Sunday

Nothing happened on Sunday. I just kicked it with my little sister and got ready for the show on Monday. Started packing t3h bags...