DRAAAAAAAAKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Some may know him as Jimmy from Degrassi, this is the insanely talented, Aubrey Drake Graham. I'm not one of those crazy girls that gets psycho over someone just because he's cute or famous. But, when I find an artitst who is really coming hard with something fresh and real, I fall in love. There is so many fake marketing packages running around in music. Drake is truly one of those people who loves the art of music and dedicates himself to creating it.

With thats said he's going to be at GSU on friday and I've got tickets, Tiffany (who lsitens to his CD everyday) and I are going. We're dying!

Yes, That's A Diamond Bart Simpson Chain He is Wearing...

There's this foolishness called "Orange Crush" going on right now around here. It's Savannah's black college, spring break, week-long, party. I'm from Miami where we have our own version of it and it's god awful! Guys groping girls, girl's looking wratched, it's hot, crowded, smoky and unnecessary. Bahumbug! My boyfriend, who is a local, keeps trying to drag me out to one of the events, and I have been coming up with every excuse to stay as far away from it all as possible. Thursday night is the Gucci Mane concert at Frozen Paradise. Georgians LOVE him. I HATE him. His songs are the definiton of ignorant! There's the new single "Stupid," but we can't forget fan favorite, "Booty Shorts" and the club banger "Choppa-Shoppin". Don't get me wrong, I love rap. Im down for a good ass shakin' song every now and then but this is NOT rap it's CRAP!!!!

Pa pa pa pokerface, pa pa pokerface

I don't really do figure skating, but this little firecracker Johnny Weir and his routine to Lady Gaga's Pokerface is too deliciously gay to miss!!!


WATCH THIS!!!

P.S. Everyone who knows how obsessed I am with Lady Gaga asks me what she's really talking about in her songs (her songs usually say one thing but mean another). Poker face is about her bi-sexuality. She'd find when she was with some guys she was really thinking about a girl. "HE can't read my pokerface, SHE'S got me like nobody).

Mrs. Hope confronts a hoe

I went to see Mrs. Hope today with Mary-Kate. She . Is. Real!!! I don't believe in stuff like that, I really went on a silly whim (thanks Katelan) but I left in awe.

She said not to tell, so I won't broadcast what she told me and some of the stuff is so personal, it's stuff I keep from close friends. Mrs. Hope, didn't just generalize nor did she give vague assumptions. She pin-pointed to specific situations head-on. One time I got teary-eyed and almost fell out of my chair.

A palm reading (which is what I got) is $35, some may consider it pricey and/or frivolous but it's an experience i think everyone should try just once.

Go see her she's the real thing!

Conversations with Tiffany J. Oglesby and Ashley J. O'Ferrall

Tonight, I have a guest on my blog. I am so excited to introduce the beautiful, magical girl that I call best-friend, TIFFANY JIMMEAH OGLESBY!!!! (crowd roars, cue Beyonce' Halo)

Ashley: So, Tiffany what would you like to discuss this evening?

Tiffany: Oh gosh... I don't even know what to say

Ashley: Don't be nervous baby girl, let have

Tiffany: You know what I just thought of? The first day I met your beautiful face.

Ashley: Ummm really? Tell me about it... (don't tell her that I don't really remember you guys)

Tiffany: ....

Ashley: Bitch! You don't even remember!

Ashley: However, I have a fond early memory of us!

Tiffany: Oh, please! Do share!

Ashley: HALLOWEEN!!!!!! That's the first time you called me.... BEST FRIEND (tear)

Ashley: You were drunk...

Ashley: But I'm sure you meant it

Tiffany: Oh, come on! I did mean it! Because I wasn't drunk. Duh!

Ashley: LIAR! The first step is acceptance brah! Denial is not just a river in France.

Tiffany: Ok... I accept the fact that I love you so much baby angel :)

Ashley: (cue the sound of me creaming, EVERYWHERE!!!!)

Yummy Lemon Pepper Chicken

I made this lemon pepper chicken two nights in a row and everyone has been dying over it. If my picky ass boyfriend likes it, trust it's good!

Get some chicken wings (as many as you want)

Squeeze a lemon over the wings, just 1 0r 2, and massage the chicken to make sure the juice gets in the meat.

Take sum paprika, garlic salt, seasoning salt, black pepper, salt, and lemon pepper seasoning to create a rub for your chicken. I like to add a dash of each one by one and rub each one on the chicken. Don't overwhelm it with seasoning because the flavor will be ridiculously intense and probably gross. Do just enough to lightly coat the chicken. Of all the seasonings you want the most lemon pepper (it's lemon pepper chicken.) Let the rub sit on the chicken for about an hour.

While the wings are sitting prepare the gravy. Take a cup and a half of chicken broth and a teaspoon of gravy master (2 if you like your gravy dark) Finely chop up an onion and stalk of celery (a handful of chopped onions and celery is perfect). Add the same spices from the rub to the gravy, a dash of each is fine. mix it and let it sit. It's not meant to be a thick gravy, it's more like a glaze, I call it chicken juice.

Once your rub has set in, dip each wing into your chicken juice, and let it fully saturate.

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees

Place it on the bottom rack for an hour

You're done!

Problems may start in the bar but they shouldn't end up in the back of them Part Deux

Now I know I said my friends and I weren't going downtown for a while but...

The fabulous Jake invited Tiffany (best-friend) and I out to some dance thing. By the time we get to the dance thing it's over. So we go to Saya, (lame) then Venus. It's crowded as hell, (like all Thursday nights) but I manage to find a seat at the bar. I patiently wait my turn to order my drink, than this scrawny, meth-faced foreign girl comes over and sits on the bar stool, with me! I re-adjust my body, to ensure my ass fills the seat. As opposed to saying. "Oh I'm so sorry for damn near sitting on you," she cuts her eyes. I look at Tiffany and she grabs my arm and says, "Please, not tonight!" I just chuckle and relax.

The chick then squeezes her way to the bar, right in front of me and leans on my knees. I tell her to, please, get the fuck off of me, and she says, " I need to pay my tab," with a little attitude. I explain to her that's fine but she doesn't need to lean on me to do so and she damn sure needs to say excuse me. She gives me a half assed, "excuse me" and whispers to her friend some pissy comment.

This heffer was not paying her tab, she was ordering drinks! The nerve. So I begin to push people into her and laugh. Then I stuck my boots in her face "accidently on purpose." Tiffany says, Let's just leave." We say good-bye to Jake, the Meth girl is throwing daggers at me with those crazy crack eyes of hers. Jake accidently (for real this time) hits the girl when he hugs Tiffany good-bye. She gets angry and I say, "bad things happen to bad people." We walk out of the bar and I stop to say hello to a friend. That's when I feel a tiny backsplash on my left shoulder. Then, I see the girl, her arm is flung over her shoulder holding an empty cup, and Tiffany running to the door.

That girl tried to throw her drink at me. She completely missed and it got all over Tiffany. Tiffany's six feet tall, this girls was like five feet.

Tiffany starts yelling at her and the girl throws her empty cup at Tiffany. Tiffany grabs the girl's hair and proceeded to bash her fist into her head...

We're not going downtown anymore. For real!