It’s Holly

… al jarreau.

lately sista girl and i been playing this game. I can’t really give it a name, so I guess we’ll just call it “Name your favorite obscure 70′s – 80′s – early 90′s R&B star that’s fallen off” I think it started off with my sister calling me during my nap and saying the following:
Tina – ” Ooh, guurl, I love me some Billy Ocean.”
Holly – “I love me some Al Jarreau”
Tina – “I love me some Ashford and Simpson”
Holly – “Ooh girl, I love me some Otis Redding”
Tina – “Ooh girl, I love me some Shalimar”
Holly – “I love me some Jermaine Jackson”
Tina – “I love me some Freddie Jackson”
Holly – “I love me some Clarence Carter… ‘I be strokin…that’s what i be doin’”
Tina – “I love me some Peabo Bryson”
Holly – “Oh hell no. I love me some Jermaine Jackson : ‘why don’t you do what you do when you did what you did when you done done it and done did it to meeeee, girl’“

needless to say, it keeps going. got any good ones?

go here to see floetry pics. i had a blast. the concert didn’t start until 9:30, so when I got to Belly Up at 7:30, I thought I was early enough to get a great seat. Oh, what a lie. I’ve never seen so many black people on time in my life. Not only on time, but EARLY. So here we are, some Floetry/Rhian Benson lovin’ black people in the middle of upper middle class white pure-bred corn-fed Solana Beach. All the white folks were driving by in their Buicks, clutching their purses. Funny shit. Anywho. Since I wasn’t EXTRA early, I ended up standing the whole time. I figured if I was gonna be standing, I’m gonna be right up front, and that’s where I was – practically on the stage. Fun was had by all, except the ghetto chicks that decided they wanted to come up to the front an hour into the show. Best believe I was drop kickin’… ’cause I wasn’t moving ANYWHERE. So this chick managed to move her way up, then broke out her cell phone talkin’ bout “I made it up front, come up here… ” – callin’ her crew in the back. We all turned around and looked at her like “No, bitch”. Then she went back to her girls in the back. HA! Sucker. Fun times, fun times. Can’t wait to see Meshelle N’degeocello in October.

“…don’t deny what you feel, let me undress you, baby. Open up your mind and just rest. I’m about to let you know you make me soo so so, so so so soooo so sooo…”
oh yes, oh yes. off i go to see floetry tonight at the belly up. Rhian Benson is opening. I haven’t heard a lot of her stuff, but what I have heard is good. I’ll let you know how it is.

1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?
“Committed to Growth Since82: The Trials and Tribulations of Holly Peno” (note: get it? Holly Peno? Jalapeno… lol)

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?
- Brickhouse by the Commodores : the song that will play when I’m walking down the aisle of my FIRST wedding (’cause Lord knows there will probably be 2)
- Hyper-ballad by Bjork / Selfless, Cold and Composed by BFF: the songs I’ll be listening to when I go through my first divorce
- Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder : when I crack out the first kid

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?
Life action, baby… but very melodramatic. Very soap opera-ish, yet comical. That’s what my life is like now anyway.

4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?
Halle Berry, of course. I mean, Halle playing Holly, that’s a given. Jonathan would be the guy that plays Will on Will and Grace. Tina would be … that’s a hard one. We’ll make her Vivica A. Fox for now, ’cause that chick can play anyone. Moms would be fiesty ass Angela Bassett circa “What’s Love Got to Do With It” in a small filipino woman’s body. My love interest(s)… a little Denzel, some Taye Diggs or Tyrese… a little white boy, maybe Justin Timberlake or Matthew Mcconaughey, and some latin.. Antonio Bandaras or Yancy Arias (all subject to change according to the mood I’m in at the moment).

5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.
Me falling in love. Me falling out of love. Me getting kicked out. Me moving back in. Me being messy. Me trying to maintain clean. Me eating. Me eating with friends. Me dancing. Me getting danced on (have we forgotton Rico already? Me being extra goofy. Me being rich eventually.

So almost every day for the past couple months, I’ve had pho for lunch. Only on the days when the air conditioning was broken or we were ALL craving Orange Chicken from Panda Express did we not have pho. I love it. For the pho-less, they give you really really hot broth (which I’ve burned my tongue with on numerous occasions), then a separate plate with rice noodles, meat, and veggies. You just put in what you like. It’s all cooked already, but it’s fun to think you’re “putting it together” yourself. It’s a good choice when you’re hungry but you don’t want a heavy carb lunch that’s gonna put you to sleep at your desk. Anywho. I love pho, mofo. It’s my favorite.

No one hates drama more than me. I purposely don’t have friends that are girls, for the simple fact that most girls are catty and bitchy, and I’m moody enough – let alone dealing with someone elses bitchiness. But alas, drama has hit Holly, in a bad one. Although resolved now, yesterday was a different story…

Holly’s a messy baby. I go home, I sleep, I change, I leave, I come back, I change, I sleep, I leave. Needless to say, clothes are strewn around and there were a couple dishes on my desk. Nothing horrible, mind you. No mushrooms growing under the bed. The parental units didn’t appreciate it, though. They got a little peturbed. I don’t like dealing with peturbed parents. So I was all determined to move out – especially since they kinda wanted me to get out. I was one tsinela kick away from gettin’ the kicked the hell out. So my sister, being the Peacemaker that she is, set things right. We all have the same personality when it comes to reacting to things. So when my mom and my sister get in a little tiff, mom talks to me, me talks to sister. when my mom and I get into it, sister talks to mom, mom talks to sister, sister talks to me. We never speak directly to one another. Things just blow up that way. So my mom is on the phone with Tina, and Tina is on instant messenger with me. That’s how we do it. blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, everything’s fine now. The end.

…things like this only happen to me – but I’m always prepared.
so i kinda like this guy. i’m feelin’ him. i went to the movies last night (bad boys) with him and a couple of his friends. so i’m all excited. i was cute, too. i made these cute flower hair clips with jonathan’s little brother and mom (my second family). anyway… i’m supposed to meet everyone there at 10′ish, ’cause somebody’s friend’s little brother works at the theater and we were gettin’ in free. so, being the early bird that I am, I went to the bookstore first to kill some time before I went to the theater. Then I looked down to make sure my feet weren’t ashy, and lo and behold, I had on two different sandals. Yes. Two completely different shoes. D’oh. So I’m like, okay… maybe I can go to WalMart and buy some matching flip-flops real quick. But it’s too late. Then I remembered – I got those “emergency sandals” in the car. Everyone who’s ever been in my car knows I have “emergency EVERYTHING” in there. Clothes, shelter, food, bobby pins, water, eye drops, contacts, gloves, jackets… everything. So I threw on the sandals. Whew.. close call. Good thing I did, too… ’cause when I finally met up with everyone, the one I like said “ooh.. you have cute feet”. He was straight LOOKIN’ at my feet. I would have died if he saw two different shoes on.
Only me… but I’m always prepared.

bad, bad friday five questions. why we tryin’ to get into people’s history? what happened to “what kind of toothpaste do you use?” and “what’s your favorite perfume?” i guess i’ll do ‘em anyway. bastids.

1. When was the last time you cheated?
Cheated? I really can’t remember. I stole someone’s topic in my speech class last semester, but I don’t know if that’s considered cheating. I came up with all the content myself, though. I swear.

2. When was the last time you stole?
7th grade. School field trip to Disneyland. One “gold” Minnie Mouse necklace – on a dare. Then I threw it away when I got home. Damn conscience. Office supplies don’t count, right? ‘Cause I should be in some sort of federal penitentiary if that’s the case. I used to jack pens from BB&B all the time. My final count was 85 assorted black and blue bic pens.

3. When was the last time you lied?
Lying is a great talent I boast about. …please. You probably shouldn’t believe anything you just read, either.

4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another’s property?
If by “vandalize” you mean using my mother’s credit card without permission, that would be March of this year. But I pay the bill though… I swear. Ask sista girl.

5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?
Probably my mom, when I used her card. Or Tina, when I make her feel guilty about stuff.

i think my appendix exploded. or I have really bad gas in the left half of my intestines. it hurts. my head hurts a little, too. it’s not a “true” headache though. i think i just pulled my hair back to tight. i was going for the “break hair at the roots chinese eyes” look. it’s cute, though.

side notes:
i’ve taken it upon myself, and every male around me, to learn what the hell is actually happening in football. i understand the scoring, and the whole “3rd and 8″ thing. i know there are 100 yards in a football field. i know they slap each others butts as a sign of encouragement, but i could never distinguish between a line backer or the defensive line or a safety, etc… so now i’m well on my way to knowing what the hell is going on when everyone jumps up and says “AWWWW!!!!!”. Today’s lesson was defense. Thank you Dave and Manny. Tomorrow’s lesson is offense. I’m almost there.

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