The Finals Countdown and the Christmas Resolutions

Europe – The Final Countdown; Drake ft. Lil’ Wayne, KANYE, Eminem – Forever (Travis Barker Remix), Robin Thicke – Sweetest Love, Temptations – The Christmas Song

I did it.  I finished my 15th semester of finals.  One more to go.  Unless I can no longer suppress my ambitions and I go for a third degree.  But that’s neither here with me nor there with you.  Now I can focus on rest, and Christmas shopping for myself, and doing anything else that I want to do.  I’ve got a few things on my Christmas break To-Do list.

1. Not read.

2. Beat Wii Punch-Out.

3. Lose 5 pounds.

4. Hide from snow. I’m seriously traumatized from last year’s ice storm and the week of being without power and heat, and gettin’ my nomad on all around town, sleeping on uncomfortable floors, sitting helpless as my car spun out time and time again, getting pneumonia, kinda dying, being forced to go to class in the ice and dodging the icicles that fell from buildings and trees and power lines, slipping and falling on my icy sidewalk, accidentally scratching my girl’s car as I

scraped ice off of it with a scraper, wasting Seventy-Three Dollars and seventeen cent worth  of food that spoiled in my powerless warm refrigerator, missing two weeks worth of TV shows because I had no power….you get the picture.  I don’t like snow and ice, anymore.

5. Hide from ice. Take me serious! I could give a damn about a snow day.  When I was little, a snow day meant you get to miss school, and go outside and make snowmen, and pee your name in the snow and sled and other stuff that white people probably did, but I never got to do because my mom never let me stay out longer than ten minutes because “black people don’t do cold.”  But now, a snow day means, NOTHING.  You still go to work, you still go to school, you still run errands and pay bills and everything else like a normal day, except now you have to do it under a sheet of snow and ice and freezing cold weather.  It’s like living your life as a power-up Super Mario with the Firebomb on Level 1, and you got nothing but green grass and little mushroom men, no real obstacles.  Then all of a sudden there’s an ice storm, and you’re now warped into Level 6, the ice level, where you begin as small size 4 font Mario, and can’t find a power-up, and nothing but obstacles, mushrooms thrown bombs at ya, flowers spitting fire at ya, ducks trying to curb-bite ya, turtles throwing axes and fire at ya, and you have to dodge it all, while on ice.  And as a 7 year old child, its just im-damn-possible.  That’s how I now feel about snow days now.

6. Blog more. I’ve become a victim of twitter and its 140 character tweets.  I’m getting pretty good at it, but it’s harder and harder (that’s what she said) for me to get my blog on.  Still, I’m doing what I can to remedy the situation.  I’ve made my blog accessible on nearly every medium which I could possibly use. I’m online. On my desktop.  On my blackberry.  On my email.  On my text messaging. Everywhere.  There is literally nowhere that I can’t post from now, unless I’m in the shower.  But with the rate technology is progressing, I’ll be gettin’ my Skype on in the shower before ya know it.  Stay tuned.  I knew that adult content disclaimer at the home page would come in handy.

7. Make a hard-line decision about my next phone, and stick with it.  iPhone is leading.  Blackberry 9700 is not far behind.  And the gay guy of the pack, a.k.a. coming up the rear, is the G1. At least I think that's what its called.  Let’s be honest, he’s really just there cause ya need a third guy in a triple threat match.  But it’s really a two-man race.  The iPhone is cooler, more hip, more modern, more fresh, more cool, hipper, fresher, more fresher, more cooleyhigh, more Febreze, more not yet expired, more still good, more me want…..yet the Blackberry is more “gettin’ your Obama on.”  The iPhone browses better, kinda, but the Blackberry actually has buttons.  The Blackberry doesn’t want or need me to touch the screen, but the iPhone can’t get enough of me touching it all over, it actually requires that I touch it all over, even when I’m not in the mood to touch it all over.  The Blackberry costs too damn much, but on the flip side, the iPhone costs too damn much.  Hmm…Where’s that queer phone again?

8. Combat Sarah Palin. Thwart a Tea Party.

9. Start a new show.  Selecting a new top show is like selecting a new pope.  The old one just won’t die, and I don’t want it to die. And when it does, I just can’t move on.  And the new prospects are great, but there are so many things to consider before picking the right one. And then there’s the whole, touching of little boys thing.  Just a big mess.  Sloppy Joe type mess.  I’ve strayed.  Anyways, I’ve narrowed it down to a few worthy prospects.

- Damages

- Desperate Housewives

- How I Met Yo Mammy

- The Big Bang theory

- Californication

- Brotherhood

There’s no West Wing or The Office or even an Everybody Hates Chris in that bunch.  And typing it just now depressed me.  Please someone send me some ideas.  And leave the obvious shows out, because I’ve seen ‘em all.  I support the obscure. Perhaps a riveting new drama on cable access? I await your reply.

10. Await your reply.