Who We Are

Today, I witnessed the result of hard work and dedication first-hand. Tennessee Titans #30 made his debut in the Tri-State vs. the New York Jets. He is the first in the "Mac" line to hit the big stage and God has definitely blessed us.

Friendships go a long way. They supersede time, distance, and, today, RAIN. Since high school, my circle has remained pretty consistent, and the label of friend has been delicately applied. I can't say enough how much it means to have 'bros' that make an effort to see what you are up to, what you are not up to, and why you are not up to what you should be up to. Sure, we had our fallout but that test failed and the camaraderie has been strong ever since. I'm proud of these jokas and likewise I'm going to make them proud. Where it all started:

My Sunshine

Woke up on this cloudy day to see my sunshine,
that night light of mine who under no circumstances
I could never let her see that streak fall from my eyes.
Because you made me strong - you brightened up my day
when my skies were gray, I changed face without delay and wiped those tears away.

As you lay in pain, restless but motionless, I wish
that the seasons could just reverse and we could rehearse
that very step, that very move when your balance gave way.
"Hold my hand, watch your step," I would say
but you were so strong, felt like you could do no wrong.

I now play the game, Who's To Blame?
In search of the fame, I left you to brave the rain
But I can't seem to explain why I can't go out on my cloudy day to see my sunshine riseup
And its because she can't.


....To Be Continued

Friendly Farewell

In observance of the many recommendations put forward by those who were once in my place, I've cut ties with the outside. My social life will cease to exist effective today. It is Saturday night and I've taken the responsibility to stay home and study; however, that is definately not the case.

Never have I explored the internet so much in one week as I did this evening. From YouTube to Facebook and now to my blog, I have not turned a single page. It's difficult to focus on the material when it all comes down to ONE EXAM - THE FINAL EXAM. As long as I participate in class and answer the question, or at least have an answer, I'm all set right? - WRONG!

The very thought of being 'mediocre' is frightening to me in an arena where distinguishing yourself is the only means for survival. Fear is my motivation, at least for now while the dropout statistics are still applicable. So I must part from the Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night festivities and seek a text book to compromise the void. My first video is included below in remembrance.

On that note, if I hit the note, text messages and phone calls are still a remedy for the burden that I've assumed. The way I see it, I'm putting my best foot forward so that the words "couldda, wouldda, shouldda" are not part of my vocabulary.

First Legal Day - Week

I'm a week into my legal career and already I'm overwhelmed. Despite the adverse opinions of my peers and mentors, I decided to attend New York Law School. Although it is not the school of my choice, waiting another year and watching everyone else do what I want to do is certainly not an option. Yes, I did put myself at a severe disadvantage but I will work that much harder to make sure I am at top 10 institution come Fall 2010.

A sidenote worth mentioning is that I will make this blog a priority despite the other influences in my life. I apologize in advance to the potential followers who just don't know the existence of this yet.

Day 1 was DRAMA! Do I drive or take public transportation? Something about growing up in the suburbs and having the convenience of my car persuaded my decision for the former, until they slapped me with that $65 parking ticket!

Classes officially began Friday after four days of 'what you should know, do, don't do, otherwise known as Orientation, and taking a look around the campus, I realized that even in such an atmosphere I must distinguish myself. That is when I took the occasion in my Torts class to introduce my motive for attending law school, simply to be 'a role model'. Perhaps I insulted everyone in the class, not to mention the profession, but I refuse to change who I am in the process.

I never took into account how much of a commitment I assumed in terms of moral obligation, self-respect, and DEBT. Something's gotta give. Immediately following orientation, I shot with Judy Anderson modeling T-shirts for an upcoming clothing line. (Pictures to be posted soon).

Other people want this just as much as I do, but where they will work hard - I will be working smart.

And Then...

I thought I reached a huge milestone by creating my first blog, 'and then' I realized that I would need to update it in order for this to work - not just for me but for those that choose to view my controlled chaos.

Tuesday, I attended the Sex and the City Casting Call with, what seemed like, the entire city. Security definately tried to stop the line right in front of me and expected me not to jump in ahead. All I wanted was a shot and I made sure I got it along with everyone else's name that will be filed away in a database.

Today I was graced with the photography of Tarrice Love (loveismyrealname.blogspot.com). I admire people that take a moral responsibility with the work that they produce - borderline perfectionist if you will. I learned alot in terms of post production, posing, lighting, and styling, because likewise I want to perfect my craft. Pictures will be up soon and any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you in advance.

No need for an introduction (Reference Profile). So without further ado, today consisted of my third photoshoot since the much anticipated 'hair cut'. Jacob Pressley(http://www.reachphotography.net/) performed as camera man and delivered - snapshots coming soon. Most importantly, I learned to be more proactive towards my career of careers. Result - the blog, but I want to refer to this as my scrapbook; a place where brainstorming takes place and also ideas become actions.

My agenda is quite simple because there isn't one. I just act and react hoping that I'll come into contact with someone that doesn't feed be bullsh*t but offers just the facts. Not to mention, I also have a poetic license that is still in permit status awaiting a responsible driver to guide me to my next destination. My dad celebrated his 2009 - 1951st birthday today. He is the perfect example of what I do not strive to be because he pushes me to be better.

This is a step outside of my comfort zone, moreso a leap. I tend to conceal any information or hopes of good news until it happens; however, I need to track my progress. I definately received an offer today and the inpatience in my patience wanted to take advantage but nothing comes without a price - that I can't afford. In due time.