gone baby, gone baby. dont be long.

havent heard the whole album yet. limewire, youre a good for nothing piece of shit! if anyone has it: show me some love. the cover art is dope. its erykah badu. come on.

PAINTING MY ROSES RED like alice

diamonds reign across the sky

currently listening to:

thank you, farid. i never knew a love like that snow owl.

nike, i feel you. BUT....

BUT... i dont know...when hearing about these, the idea just seemed so dope: purple haze swoosh, a stash pocket, and a high skunk?! my imagination ran wild. i looked them up and i dunno these just fell short. everything except the stash pocket. thats hot. i'll never lose my keys again ;) but overall its not at all what i had in mind. i think its the fact i was expected to fall in love immediately, but you know me, you gotta work for the orgasm-like reaction. this is nothing new. i feel like i tasted this before. tastes kinda like the donatello mids (which are completely different in concept, but like i said, nike just seems to just be cooking and serving the same dish over and over again for dinner) and what resembles mold and mildew tastes pretty bad here. sb, youre slackin. just my opinion.

who still counts sheeps?

i cant sleep. lights are off. tv is off. ipod is off. phone is silent. and i got up out of what should be a deep slumber to post this. (blogger, i think im your official bitch) so, this is going to sound odd. but just felt like sharing. it tasted good to me. hope your taste buds agree. you know, the old "count sheep" till you fall asleep remedy? well, i dont count sheep. i just eat 'em. instead, i count train stops. and no, i dont eat those (lol well i suppose, i would if i could.) i start with the 1 line beginning with the 242nd stop and just count down. 242, 238, 231, 225, 215, 207, dyckman, 191, 181, 168, 157, 145, 137, 125, 116, 110, 103, 98, 86...and then i stop...i always argue in my head if there really is two stops in the 70s. i go back forth between yes and no and no and yes that i eventually fall asleep. even i find it oddly odd. i know theres two stops in the 70s. i know it for a fact, but every time i say it aloud i feel like im favoring the 70s by giving it twice as much emphasis than i do to all the other stops and in realizing this i convince myself there cant possibly be two stops in the 70s. i settle on 72 and continue: 72, 66, 59, 50, 42, 34, 28, 23, 18, 14 and then i pause for an even longer amount of time because who ever remembers anything before 14th street? all the names for those get even odder than this post. 8 out of 10 times, i'll be asleep before the stops with actual names begin. ahhh to be from nyc :)

::shruggs::

habicuelas, ya vayase a dormir, mijita que esta demasiado tarde.

Zzz

please, mom! all the cool kids have one!

WANT! WANT! WANT! like reeeeally bad. i never wanted anything so much (so thats a lie) and i promise i wont ask for anything else for a really long time (so thats another lie) lol but you get the picture...

supra vaider charcoal canvas

i have a hate/hate more type of relationship with supra. i dont know why. they seem to be the new thing in the streets nowadays. and im not gonna lie, ive seen several hot-ass colorways but for some reason, unknown to me, i just dont see them as a real sneaker brand much like the creative reaction phenomena much of high schoolers with money to spend became victim to. BUT i did a double take when i saw these on nicekicks.com this morning. theyre growing on me. i think its because they dont look supra-esk. they actually look brandless which is sometimes cool. the nike swoosh does it for me but hey i like to maintain a level mystery sometimes too. "i know im contradicting myself. look, i dont need that now"

if i can find these in my size, im devouring them!

-beans

terms & conditions

i apologize for the lack of posts (that no one actually reads) in the past week or so, but ive been overwhelmed by a busy schedule some call pure maddness. overall, had a productive week. started my AA project. it was yet another reassurance of how i want to do this for the rest of my life. awesome weekend. indulged myself without vomit/barf/puke/etc. realized i misplaced my passport. and no, in true janice fashion, it is not lost (yet, anyway) i just dont know where i put it. its the only form of ID i have right now so i kinda need it. gonna hit up the DMV for a new state ID on thursday. as well as look into what are the requirements for using the pool at john jay. ive been craving laps, lately. i love the water. i need it back in my life. still phoneless. got a new iphone but its in the process of getting locked. found out a friend's friend's little brother has cancer. damn you, cancer. DAMN YOU. its the one thing in life i can honestly say i hate with every inch of my existence: that life-stealing disease. i have 2 midterms tomorrow and another 2 on wednesday. long week to say the least. feeling super unfocused. just want to be done with today and jump straight into spring break. although, im a bit upset about spring break 2010. i promised myself id be in a beach somewhere on south beach or cali drinking a fruity drink with a little umbrella and a extra shot of escape. thats clearly not gonna happen and its not even the lack of funds. more like the lack of initiative to make it happen. my glasses were broken this morning! perpetrator shall remain nameless...coughtiocough...i have several back up pairs but these were my favorite. gonna call upon the crazy glue gods for a favor. got a pimple on my nostril. i never get pimples. gonna go take care of that bad boy in a few. blogger, im sure youre annoyed by my rants & rambles but you agreed to love me at the click of terms & conditions lol so here i am: LOVE ME MORE & MORE!

breath currently smells like: MacDonalds chipotle MacWraps. 5 of them to be exact.

currently looking foward to: tim burton exhibit at MOMA this saturday.

latest investment: a pair of airmax 95s. so comfy, i want to sleep in them.

midterm reviews, await.

hasta la proxima. paz con ustedes, hermanos.

-the coolest nigga, WHAT?!

Today, nobody cares
But tomorrow they will, they will
Today, nobody cares
But, oh, tomorrow they will, they will

They said my future was dark
You see me now?
Just look around
I’m beamin'

(We are) They used to talk
When I wasn’t around (Lasers)
You see me now (We’re not)
(Losers) I’m beamin’

I get my energy from my inner G
I be in outer space, but I got inner peace
So tell my enemies that they can’t injure me
I know that irritates, you have my sympathies
Well, you should protest, yeah, you should picket me
I’m on a losing strike, I’m on a winning streak
I’m out in left field, I’m speaking mentally
But that’s a better places than where the benches be
I’m feelin’ really good, me and different beat
Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis
See, that’s what got me here, you hearin’ me
Me on my black man in the future shit, call me Billy Dee
See, I’m just forward-looking, that’s how I really see
See, while you Valentimes, I’m thinking Christmas trees
And that’s how this would be, even at Mickey D’s
Semicolon, close parentheses

Do you remember me, the guy from verse one?
Failure’s my last name, Never’s my first one
You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some
Hood’s where the heart is, nerd’s where the words from
Don’t represent either, because I merged them
‘S kids who wanna leave, and I encourage them
Go out and see the world, never return from
Yeah, you don’t come back, unless you learn some
And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from?
Your hurr done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you’re dumb
Mix Melyssa Ford with Maya Angelou
Become a top model and Sojourner too
I try to follow this, what Muhammad do
It’s such a old soul inside the sonic youth
Swear I’m Ferrari’d up, and I’m conscious, too
I don’t prophesize: I promise you

Yeah, it’s me again, the guy from verse two
Well, this the last one, it’s almost curfew
It’s almost night out, so turn your lights on
Where all my 760s, witcha brights on?
Yeah, they are the ones to keep your eyes on
Like how we used to do, to keep the house warm
Now those the type of eyes, I not cry from
You see the tears of fire run out my cryin’ songs
Now the world’s shoulders is what we cryin’ on
The world’s fast lane is what I’m drivin’ on
What am I driving at? I’m tryna drive it home
I’m in the driver’s seat, but you can ride along
‘Cause never cyclops, it’s never I alone
I’m tellin’ your story wherever I perform
Now if they lookin’ for me, tell ‘em I’ve gone
Out in the bright lights, right where I belong

currently discussing in my alchohol & the dysfunctional family class.....

there are 839 deaths nationwide directly due to that of illicit drugs and their use. cigarettes kill about 400,000 people every year. alcohol deaths are somewhere in the 75,000s every year, BUT somehow theres a 34 billion dollar campaign on the war on drugs?! a war that has been on going for over 40 years in which the price, quality and availability of drugs have increased. are you fuckin serious?! maybe i need to say this again: there are 839 deaths nationwide directly due to illicit drugs. oh you know, "the bad drugs": marijuana, cocaine, heroin, etc. maybe its just me, but 400,000 sounds like just a tad bit more than 839. just a tad bit more. (i hate how sarcasm doesnt translate well through writing. catch my drift?)

fellow bloggers, dont get me wrong, i, in no way whatsoever condone drug abuse. i am completely aware of the addictive nature of all drugs and have first hand seen their deathly consequences but someone, anyone clear this up for me because my mind is beyond boggled: why does society accept the use of cigarettes, the most addictive substance out there, yet there's such a huge, negative stigma against the users of the "unconventional" drugs just because theyre illegal? we havent discussed this in class yet and i havent looked up the exact stats either but i can just imagine the number of people with throat and lung cancer due to cigarette smoking. you all seen the subway ads. how about the millions of dollars made in profit or spent on cigarette advertisement and distribution? i'm not a believer of labels and all i wish to accomplish from this post is that you arent either. "illegal". WHO CARES? the devil's juice is legal and see what come from that. think about it. 50% of all assaults, rapes, homicides are ALCOHOL related not the illegal drugs. illicit drug related deaths combined are 30% LESS than the death-tolls for alcohol alone. think about it. judge not. practice compassion.

-allowing the numbers speak on my behalf

WHIP IT

i had netflix this movie over a week ago. it didnt arrive in the 2 days it usually takes. i reported it lost and finally received it on friday but due to the maddness, my weekend became, i was unable to lamp out and watch it until last night. it was awesome. i rate my movies how i rate my men. i either love 'em or hate 'em. no inbetweens, no 3 stars, no "ehhh" reactions. WHIP IT was awesome. it definitely gets 5 stars in my book. my love for ellen page, the actress is borderline idolization. she might just be arguably my favorite female actress. theres something so sincere about her and the characters she plays. something i truly identify with. i'll stop before this post becomes a sob story. check out WHIP IT if you havent already. 'girl power' at is finest. one more time: WHIP IT was awesome!

-beans

attention all cum enthusiasts!

i tell you, just when i think ive seen it all BAM! i'm pleasantly surprised by the beautiful, sex-enthused society we live in. this was called to my attention by my tio ;) and i was compelled to share it with the blogger community. a new book has been released, Natural Harvest- A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes. yes, you read correctly. semen-based recipes. it explores the culinary value of semen through beautiful photographs and delectable recipes. its the perfect gift for that special cook in your life. instead of cooking with love, lets cook with cum. i love semen as much as the next girl (and probably even more) food? good. semen? good. both together? great. barnes and noble, anyone?

im so with it.

lol

amor por haiti

Lupe Fiasco - New Music - More Music Videos

"I like it when it shocks people." - Miss Van

who do you first think of when you hear the phrase 'guerilla art'? for lots of us (myself included) its, of course, the infamous bansky (whom i respect immensely and am in no way whatsoever trying to bring forth comparison to the genius art he has created) he gave graff a truly distinct image, but as i was working on my upcoming photography project, i came across the beautiful works of thee lovely, miss van, a french artist living in spain. my jaw literally dropped. never have i see such beautiful pieces of artwork. emphasis on the never. her style has no parallel. controversial, yet delicate. raw, yet classy. bright, yet morbid. they're beautiful. and i want one. or two. or fourteen. grab a pot of beans and enjoy!

and ofcourse, my favorite one...

for so many other reasons inspite of thee obvious...

"fat, black and ugly as ever"

breath currently smells like the breakfast of champions; a mixture of toothpaste and redbull.

currently listening to The DNA of the BluePrint; anything that packs heat like the oven door is a good mix lol. i just finished listening to professor christiansen's statistics lecture of which i actually arrived on time to and stayed awake for the completion of (thanks to that breakfast of champions). the take home mid-term is due next class. i'm willing to pay someone to do it for me. "and i'm so damn serious" i know that sounds bad, but this class is crap. statistics is like rotten beans=a waste of used up taste buds. i'm not going to waste effort and time that can be well spent on classes that i actually take more away from.

currently surprised by the 100 views flavor-less beans has been hit with between last night and today. i posted the link on facebook last night, not really expecting anyone other than the 3 or 4 faithful followers to check out, but to my surprise newbies were intrigued by the taste of ecuadorian-style beans. keep following! even if its anonymously.

currently annoyed by broads wearing foams. i'm a firm believer that chicks can wear whatever they please. its why you'll catch me in a dress and sneakers on any given day. fuck gender roles! BUT there are just some things that do not look good on girls. foams are sexy. i agree, but i've yet to see a chick that makes them look better than a guy does. kicks dont make a person look good. its what an individual brings to the sneaker. and i hate to use this term, but it sums up what i really want to convey. its all about swag and im sorry ladies, the fellas take it when it comes to foams(speaking of "swag" lil wayne got sentenced yesterday HA-HA. locked up for 8 months to a year for gun possession. dumbass. good riddance, i say). (finally saw the copper foams up close and personal. it was beauty, if i ever seen it. heard the eggplants were going to re-release. nike sure knows what its doing)

latest project im planning on looking into is buying a new camera (good god knows i need one) i know, i know 'photography' is like the latest trend for every labelled hipster. i dont subscribe to any label, BUT it really is something i'm very interested in so call me what you wish. to catch the magic of laughter in a picture is amazing. i love it. i was told i had an eye for it (thanks mr.100%) and i think thats what i needed: a little nudge to take on this new project. be on the look out.

not so random thought of the day is due to the death anniversary of mr.cristopher wallace. rest in peace, chris. you definitely contributed to who janice is today. what would the rap game be like if you were still around? would it be the same? would it be different? would i be the same? would i be different? "biggie smalls is the illest. girls pee-pee when they see me" BIGGIE SMALLS IS THE ILLEST. JANICE PEE-PEE WHEN SHE HEARS HIM.

that is all. for now. live love, folks!

just fuckin great...

...now i'm craving pancakes.

international women's day

this post is dedicated a todas mis hermanas latinas who are breaking the 'cook, clean, suck a man's cock' stereotype (which i in no way, oppose because i get it, i get it ...true love swallows), but this is dedicated to all the ladies who dont limit themselves to that alone. this post is for the ladies contradicting labels and creating controversy. if courage in a woman is seen as insanity then take us to an asylum! lets be courageous. lets be different. lets get loud. lets get dirty. this post is dedicated to all the ladies whose mouths open wide as they apply loads of mascara and use q-tips to clean black eye liner residue every morning before walking out the door(myself included). pretty with it, but gorgeous without it. IF YOU HAVE IT, FLAUNT IT! flaunting your body is easy. flaunt your intellect. fuck the passive, submissive, powerless, delicate female gender role expectations society imposes on us.this is dedicated to all the ladies with grime and dirt under their nails. the kind that doesnt wash off with soap. accept that the most imperfect aspect of yourself is perfectly perfect. celebrate yourselves today!

feliz dia de la mujer internacional

-menestra

mi lindo chile

"...one of the largest earthquakes ever recorded struck the South American nation of Chile, the massive extent of the damage is becoming clearer, and the number of known victims has climbed to 723 deaths so far, many thousands still missing, and nearly 2 million displaced."

(courtesy of Chile, three days later- the big picture- boston.com)

::sending loads of over-sea sentiments of gratitude to all my brave, chilean firefighters:: whom both pictures are of. mil gracias por todo lo que hacen.

-janice

let the music intoxicate your mind!!!

ok, so mixtapepass.com has me more excited than crust-less bread sold by the loaf, more than alice in wonderland (march 5th!!!) and more than my hellz x vans (that just came in yesterday and i must say, michael jackson aint got nothing on me. pics soon to come! ooops, can i still say stuff like that? fuck it. when has janice ever held back her tongue?! roll over in your grave, m.j) ITS THAT SERIOUS, RIGHT NOW!

now, anyone who knows me, knows i'm the most stubborn person when it comes to music. new music, that is. see, i have a late 80s-90s soul and its extremely difficult for me to give new artists a chance to prove their genius. reasonable doubt, 36 chambers, capital punishment, the slim shady lp along with a few others (the classics, you know) were played back to back on repeat in my iPod/mp3 player/cd player/cassette player for years. classic rock speaks to my soul, but for some reason, which reason itself knows not of, my heart pumps hip-hop. i was raised on it. who remembers that short little girl with a personality taller than most from the bronx running around with her cd player bumping her head HARD to puff daddy's no way out? ::raises hand:: i remember her. i'll forever be her. so its extremely difficult for me to give just anyone a chance especially with all this weezy, jeezy trash, the world seems to embrace nowadays.

...BUT, times have indeed changed! lupe fiasco is my new daddy and giving other new artists a listen doesnt seem to be such a bad idea(yes, the girl deathly afraid of change is changing). time to step my music game up. how can i not? there's a lot of goodies out there just waiting to be devoured and you know what a BEAST beans is so i'm going in. i finally downloaded u.n.i's complete: a love supreme. it's hot. i'm a very picky eater though. and theyre still a little under cooked for my personal taste to go ahead and say that as new artists theyre the new 'it,' but a love supreme is it (for now). give it a listen if you havent already on mixtapepass.com (it FREE!) and it doesnt hurt that theyre fly as fuck either ;)

-"close your eyes, it's you and I" get it? ha!

"your signal fades away and all im left with is noise"

when i have no words to express how i'm feeling, i hand the mic over to the inspirational men in my life who know exactly what i want, but have no clue as to how to say. they truly speak on my behalf through thee arts.

oswaldo guayasamin:

the ruler is back:

"what youre about to witness is my thoughts (just my thoughts, man) right or wrong. just what i was feeling at the time, if you ever felt like this...vibe with me..."

bad monday. missed class (all of them. gotta email professors with a grade-a sob story). its 3:40am right now (the time on this thing is all messed up. i gotta fix that) and i'm wide awake. i need to stop using the pain killers as aids to sleep. seriously. this is what happens on the 5th day after taking them for 3 - 4 days in a row. wide-a-fuckin-wake as if it were time for tea and biscuits with the queen (gotta hit dr.holmes up manana). dale also called today. he wants the 5 years back (thats on the to-do list for tomorrow as well). feeling vulnerable, but attempting to hide it well. long tuesday awaits.

-off to bed on a stomach full of habichuelas

"did papi get crazy, again?"

his voice loudens.

hers is silenced.

glass shatters.

doors slam.

my ears ring from the little sister cries ::sighs:: i gather enough courage to peek my head out my bedroom door. i see nothing. see, this apartment has been consumed by darkness for many years now.