It's A Brand New Me. A Brand New You. A Brand New Day. The Sky's So Blue - LL Cool J

LL Cool J. Such a wack safe lyricist, no? Hopefully, he'll just stick to acting. Which he isn't really that good at, either. A lose-lose situation for him.

I've been such a drab in this blogsville world. Not posting as much. Not reading as much blogs. And no, it's not due to my incessant viewing of segments of content broadcast on a telecommunication medium. Ha! Don't look at me like that. My life doesn't revolve around TV shows, young world! *snickers* Who am I kidding? It so does.

I do agree with one lyric from that wack safe lyricist above: the sky IS so blue. It has been a beautiful, beautiful 2 weeks that the DC area has experienced (save for the rainy 2 days). Of course, people around here mistake 2 weeks of beautiful weather with it being summer altogether. Yep, we've officially skipped Spring and now heading to the good ol' season of Summer. What? You would be thinking the same thing when all around you females are rockin' booty shorts and guys are wearing wifebeaters and flip flops. Also, the sun is shining so brilliantly down on you. And not a speck of clouds in the sky. *le sigh* But alas, all good things must come to an abrupt end. Spring is officially back. So it'll be wearing a jacket/blazer over the booty shorts and wife beaters. And don't forget the flip flops! *smdh* And people wonder why they get sick.

School is school. And that's all I have to say about that.

I'm trying my darnest to stop using the "eff", "ish", "darn", "mofo" and "beyotch" words. Actually, that should have been my Lent task: 40 days & 40 nights of no cursing. But Lent is almost over. Fail on my part. I can try again, though, right? Right! But when I say that'll be a struggle for me, that will be a struggle for me.

I really need a hobby in my life! There's only oh so much TV one can watch, right? ;o) (Also, why is it such a bad thing to watch too much TV and not too much movies? Inquiring minds would love to know...and by "minds", I mean just myself). There's only oh so much books one can read. There's only oh so much music one can dance and sing-a-long to. A family friend suggested salsa dancing. Hmmm...not bad, not bad. Dancing is cool. I like to dance. Win! Only, I was thinking more of something...creative. Like sewing! I love fashion. I admire anybody that can create a DIY clothing item. I have always wanted to whip up an outfit that I created with my blood, my sweat and my tears. I think I'm talented enough for it. So, let me start with the basic: sewing. I think I'll give that a try. That and salsa dancing.

Exercise has been going. Really challenged myself for the month of March to go to the gym @ least 4 times a week. I'm now in the 4th week, and I must say, I've been doing a pretty fantastic job. *pat on the back*. Now, for April, I will challenge myself to change my eating habits. For good. Or just that month. Depending on my mood. I kid...or not. But if I'm exercising, eating right is the next step. It goes hand in hand. Duh. (Who still uses "duh"? *points to the person typing this post*)

People want me to be on Twitter. I'm trying to leave Facebook. Now why am I gonna jump on another social network when I'm trying to leave the most addictive one there is?

"American Idol" completely sucks this season. I mean, this is bad, real bad: Michael Jackson. Majority of them are not up to par. We have one that has a superb voice but just REEKS of cheesiness. We got another one rockin' some light hazel contacts one day and some blue contacts the next. I. KID. YOU. NOT. Why am I invested in this show, again? I guess cause I just like the concept of "American Idol". A competition that helps one nobody become a somebody. But this year of nobodies will probably stay as a nobody. Yeah. It makes me miss Season 5 even more. The year that brought us (ME!) Elliott Yamin. *le sigh* I mean, the whole Top 12 was good (that was also the year of Chris "Daughtry" Daughtry and Kellie Pickler and Katherine McPhee and Paris Bennett, etc.) But Elliott had this special quality to me. He was a true nobody (worked in a pharmacy) battling with diabetes and did not have good looks working in his favor. What helped him out week after week after week until he was eliminated during Top 3 was his charm and of course, his voice. Homie can SANG! My favorite performances from him:

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Wow. I wasn't expecting this to be long. Just a whole rack of rambling. This was honestly gonna be a semi-apology for not posting as much. But then, if anyone actually follows this blog (and I'm guessing that's nobody), I don't usually post frequently. That's just me. No reason for it. It just happens. So really, I don't owe you guys any apology.

I'm sorry for not posting regularly. I suck. No, I don't. But you get my drift.

Ms. Royal Reigns...OUT!

Sidenote: I really enjoy finding blogs. Or hearing about blogs. Or just stumbling onto blogs. Like this. She updates frequently, spotlighting a Nigerian and his/her own talent in the world of art. Any kind of art. Due to one of her recent posts, I am about to purchase a couple of paintings from an artist she showcased. (Helps that it's affordable!!!). Hey, even if you're not Nigerian, it's still a cool blog to follow. It never hurts to know a little bit about another culture, no?

Ms. Royal Reigns...really OUT!