Monologue

This is an important message from Julonni. The Charlie Pellet impersonation ends there. The fact that I know who he is makes me unique or incredibly strange. Maybe snow in Dubai strange. The sad thing is I can’t make that judgement. It shouldn’t matter who’s judging anyway; besides what about me is strange? Is it that questions like “who’s the best rapper alive?” don’t appeal to me where questions like “what is the best skyscraper on earth?’ do. Is that I would rather watch Jimmy Kimmel Live than watch Jersey Shore? Is that my life revolves around weather, cars, sports, skyscrapers and mass transit where others lives revolve around their so-called “friends”? Someone should tell me why so I can move on with my life, maintaining the good mood and optimism i’m always known for. A person as ‘unique’ as myself shouldn’t have to answer that question but somehow unique gets replaced with ‘incredibly strange’. Why am I spending my first semester of college searching for this thing called a “social life” when I should be focused on these things called my grades. Things like a girlfriend or chillin at a friends house are fantasies in my universe where trivial books like Heart of Darkness remain an ever stark reality. When will the shackles of academia loosen themselves from the wonderful 5’6″, 136 lb black 18 year old named Julonni? Only time will tell in the meantime I have to get back to work on my anthropology paper.