I was OD'ing on tylenol ALL week

Writing the Resume for my Professional discourse paper was a pain in the arse. Matter fact writing this paper was a pain in the arse all together. I listened to this Irish drinking song called "Bugger Off" while writing and putting together my paper, and thats what I wanted to say to my brain. It just had soooo much trouble working.  I guess actually putting my information into a coherent order was what was getting me. Usually I just write, write, write and when I finish... I'm finish. I may ramble a little bit, but I was make sometype of sense in the end. Not only that, the majority of my essay was made up because I have none of the qualifications to be a college professor yet. So it was hard for me to just tell a story that didnt really happen. So the only way I was able to complete the resume was imagining what I want to do in my college life. After that got figured out I just had to do my works cited which endwed up being about three sources. Two websites and the interview I did with my history teacher. (Sigh) So all this week was pretty hectic, not to mention I made ANOTHER blog called realfacebooktalk.blogspot.com This one is actually a joint project that two freinds of mine created. They have all these interesting conversations on facebook about realtionships and a love and at times I contribute my input. So we all decide to transfer these convos into a blog. Long story short... Copying and pasting facebook convos is a tedious piece of sh*t. I am incredibly hungry so I shall stop right now and go eat some food.  Bugger off...
and yes I posted a totally unrelated pic happy friday...
:Nile Najee:

I want to be made...into a college professor.(rough draft)

(Rough draft of my professional discourse paper)
There are quite a few questions that are asked of you when you are a small child. Many of these questions are important and usually easily answered, but there is one question that can shape your future and may alter the way you challenge life’s many obstacles. Before this life changing question is revealed, lets flashback to when I first heard the question. It was fifteen years ago in a public school classroom not much different from the classrooms I attend in college; Students, eager to learn new material, and a teacher willing to give the students any and all valuable information so they can succeed. However, having information and knowing where to use it, is two different things. So now, this is where the question asked of many school children comes into play. "What do you want to be when you grow up?” Since that day I was asked that question, I have answered with a variety of responses: President of the U.S.A, Archaeologist, a poet, a rapper, etc. Now, I am nineteen years old, a freshman in college and I have been asked the same question. Surprisingly, the career that I have chosen is something that I never dreamed that I would want to do or had thought about doing. My indecisiveness has only allowed me to narrow my career down to a college professor; I am not completely sure what post-secondary subject I would like to teach at the moment, so this essay will include information regarding college professors as a whole. I hope that the reader will learn as much as I did from my research and interviews within this manuscript and will understand the importance of fully knowing, "What you want to be when you grow up." 

The power of a name

This will be a short post because I have to go to class soon BUT, it is a very important topic to me.

So I sent the person I was interviewing an email containing all the questions I had for them and this morning I went to check my email and they had replied to my questions. I was of course happy, because I really needed this information. However, all my happiness went out of me when I saw the beginning sentence, it started like this:

"Hi Miles, Here we go,"

See anything wrong with that? Yeah, who the hell is Miles?
You might be saying "Nile it's not a big deal." Your wrong if you think that then, because it is a big deal. My father named me Nile Najee D Yarn. I was named after the longest river in Africa. I have pride in my name, and for my name to be in my email message AND in the subject of the email AND I signed my named at the bottom "sincerely Nile Najee D Yarn, how does someone come up with Miles?! I am offended, if your name is John would you want to be called Jimmy? I don't think you would. So I just had to get that off my chest, I am grateful for the answers and the interview, but I do not appreciate someone blatantly not writing my name correct. It has happened too much throughout my life and I have let it go on far too many times. Enough is enough

:Nile Najee:

I'm not a big Valentines day person but...

Here is some poetry that your friend Nile Najee did, some is old, some is new, either way enjoy the rare side of me that most never see.

Florista
Wake up beside you,
I dont know what i would do if I hadnt found you.
Kiss your forehead 'cuz your still sleep,
then you wake up,
and smile at me with those beautiful lips,
My beautiful girl---
naked except for the covers wrapped around us---
not ashamed.
Birds outside began to sing,
snd I know the day will soon begin.
I whisper in your ear,
" Florista, I have to go."
but you wrap your arms around me and say,
"no..."
I tell you this doesnt feel right,
because after evey night--
the mornings get longer,
and even though I feel for you,
I know that one of us will get hurt.
So I put my pants on and my Bob Marley shirt,
while she grabs my hand and ask for one more dance.
For a second I begin to say yes,
knowing that she has treated me best.
"No..." I softly tell her.
pulling her hands from mine,
"I want to be free,
my life is mine. I have to leave and this morning is my time."

untitled
Cant explain these feelngs I have for you,
I lie in my bed,
and wonder where you are.
Thinking and hoping your under the same stars.
Wish I could find you,
because the feelings are so strong.
My brains gone and my hearts took its place.
I look around for your face,
knowing your there somewhere.
Woman in my dreams...
it seems I cant find that one,
I'm not selective,
I just have a certain objective,
when it comes to finding that one


You might as well be the gun
So a guy is sitting on the couch with a gun to his heart.... he pulls the trigger but the gun doesnt let him. The gun says "please dont do that, just because I wont be at your side anymore doesnt mean its the end of the world. Your a great guy but we just have to "postpone" this relationship." "Whats the point the guy says, my heart will just die slowly without you, and if I'm with you It will die even more slowly." So thus the "Nice guy" is left alone again to suffer, his heart not able to grow and not able to die, stuck in limbo, he slowly fades into darkness, never able to truly love again...

Yes these selections were some what sad and emo, but its what I decided to post. I will post some more happy ones later in the day along with some more of my Professional discourse project. Happy V-day everyone. I hope that you will not be alone like I am on this day. :nile Najee: