Welp

I changed my damn blog address:
CourtOfRockAndHipHop --> courtofrandhh.blogspot.com

I dig it. I hope you do too. Maybe one day I'll change it to CourtOfTunes or something haha

Ahhhh

I keep having dreams about tagging. I need to get me some paint already. Shout out to my blackbook that has been sitting on my desk for the past month.

Way overdue

As I'm sitting here waiting for my colleague to show up so we could get some work done I figured I would take this time to update my blog. I have neglected it so. I'm a terrible blogger, aren't I?

And as always I have no idea where to start. Hmmm, the essentials:
I'm tired. I am super tired. I even got coffee this morning to wake me up and that was about 30 minutes ago and it still hasn't kicked in yet. Wait, wait, there it goes. I think I can actually function now.

Well, as you all know, it is December now. I'm glad it is, I am just have a hard time believing it still. And, following true San Antonio weather, there is supposed to be snow on Friday. About 70-80%. Crazy, because about two weeks ago it was too warm for a hoodie. I'm anxious to see how its gonna go though. Last year it "snowed" kind of. We just got to see the flurries before the hit the ground and melted in .3 seconds.

So like I said, its December, also meaning that school is almost out. I have one week of finals left and then I'm done. I get to pick up extra hours at work and make my $$$$$. Fun? I actually really enjoy my job. Unheard of usually but I don't know what it is. I think maybe its just the fact of me making money again.

Good news, my sister got into TCU. It doesn't surprise me because she's a genius. I'm just super jealous because they're colors are purple, black and white, oh and PURPLE! I'm going on a campus visit with her soon so I can purchase all the purple stuff I want. Even if I don't go to that school.

Bad news, my other sister is failing 4 classes. How?! I can let maybe 1 slide for her because she's adjusting to a new school but 4?! She was actually failing 5 until a teacher caught a slip up in her grading. Regardless, I yelled at her. I wish she was motivated. She's one of those gals that thinks school is for socializing and nothing more. I don't know how to get it through her head that my mom is actually paying for this school and if she fails they'll kick her out. Kids man.

In conclusion, I'm still sitting here by myself drinking my coffee and waiting for my friend. Oh my, he's here. Impeccable timing.

Neglect, New Music, Old Friends, Punishment

Shit happens. Shit fucking happens. I know this, you know this, we all know this. And yet here I am wallowing like a damn fool. But whatever, life goes on.

September was a bad month. In fact, a horrible month. Why you ask? Because 1) my great aunt on my dad's mom's side died, 2) my great aunt on my dad's dad's side died, and 3) my grandpa died. BAD MONTH! So much death within the span of 3 weeks. Oh, and on top of that, my friend's little sister had a freaking stroke. I bet you're wondering exactly how old she is right about now. She's 10. I know, I KNOW. That's some insane, freak accident kind of stuff. The doc said that it happens to about 10% of kids or something like that. She's a freaking statistic. Well, when you think about we all are.

Damn! I've been finding so much new music. And of course, its mostly hip hop. Now, please don't get it twisted. I still listen to rock and I always tell people that was my origin but I say, if you were a true lover a music then you can adapt to anything and everything. Which is true in my case, I mean I can't really talk for everyone but that's the way I see it. So anyway, I'm deeply into the hip hop culture right now. And Tracy Morgan is right, there really "aint' no music like hip hop music". There's just something about it that makes me connect with it so well. Anyways, lots of mixtapes, lots of albums, lots of HIIIIP HOPPPPPP!

I have no idea what it is about this past month of October but I have connected with a lot of old friends that I haven't talked to in a long time. Let's see, some from high school, some from elementary (private) school, and then my old neighbors growing up. I'm not gonna complain. I will never complain about friends. Nobody ever wants to be alone.

Anywho, just an update on where the hell I've been hiding and shiz. Tomorrow's post will be all about hip hop and the culture I am so lost in right now. Pictures included.

Sweet Jesus, I have neglected this thing. I swear, when I'm done with bowling tonight I will make a proper entry.

In loving memory

It was around this time on August 27, 2007 when I couldn't keep it together anymore, and it was because I had just found out the day before that one of my good friends had died. Monday morning on the second week of my freshman year at college and I was miserable.

I don't know if anyone has ever experienced death and I don't ever wish it on anyone but if the person was a true friend and had true meaning in your life like Mike then you understand that its like losing part of your soul.

You see, Mike was more than a friend to me, he felt like my big brother. We were always looking out for each other. We could talk forever about cars, trucks, bikes, anything really while throwing back some cold ones and we would never get tired of each other. We would just laugh and laugh and laugh and would never come across rough moments.

My favorite memories will forever be when we would go over to his mom's house. I would call her Uela (R.I.P.) and she would call me Little Sara or Sarita. She made me feel at home, she made me feel like I was part of the family, and the first time I went over Mike told me "Wow, its like you're a long lost family member." Yeah, people always say I get along with everyone and that I just know a lot of people but it was always different with them. It was like we were all meant to meet and be a part of each others lives.

What do I miss the most? His laugh. It was a genuine, deep, happy laugh that was contagious. He had some bad times in his life so you know when he laughed he meant it and he cherished it.

I can honestly say that he made me a better person. He taught me that I shouldn't care what other people think of me, that I am the one that controls how I feel, and that I don't need to take shit from anyone and that I can say something about it when it's not right, "What are we in kindergarten? Say something!"

Mike, not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I miss you so much bro. I know you're probably shaking your head right now and calling me a pansy for crying haha. Your friendship meant a lot to me and I wish we could hang out one more time at Uela's but I know y'all are living (and drinking) the High Life in a better place.

Up and down that road
In our worn out shoes
Talkin' 'bout good thangs
And singin' the blues

You went your way
And I stayed behind
We both knew
It was just a matter of time

Livin' a dream
As though you're on top
My mind is achin'
And Lord it won't stop

That's how it happens
Livin' life by the drop

No waste of time
I'm alive today
Turnin' up the past
There's no easier way

Time's been between us
A means to an end

God, it'll be be good to be there
Walkin' together my friend

Livin' our dream




Rest in Peace
Mike Margarito Rodriguez
February 28, 1978 - August 26, 2007
free as a bird now

I love you, I miss you

And give Uela a kiss for me!

rock and roll ain't noise pollution

If you don't appreciate this video then you're not a true music lover. Yup, I said it.