Today is decidedly unpoetic, people. Not that my posts are usually anything to write a review about. Yesterday I had the luck of running into Benita and EJ and we had coffee after deliberating whether people were avoiding us back at the ranch. Ah well.
The topic of people came up, as it always does, and I mentioned that i'd love to be like that therapist from Transamerica : she's so ....open, warm, sensual, you know? Its like she's totally hang-up free and she could cure the worst heartache with a hug. B then suggested that maybe its because im self-absorbed. It sounded a bit harsh but I think she was right. Are we too self-absorbed to see past our own issues to reach out to people? Why can't we be more loving and affectionate? Its frustrating!! You like people, but something ' s holding you back from going over and making conversation/giving them a hug. Damnit!!!

Hello fellow bloggers! Sorry ive been absent for so long....the heavy world of psychology was weighing me down. Our lecturer is such a dumbass : She is making is write over the entire book...and she doesnt use WebCT to correspond with the urgent questions the students want answered in terms of the work. What really ticks me off is the fact that for the test a while back, we wrote on 7 chapters of work, but she only asked 2. She literally ignored the others, not so much as a single question came frm them. Grrr....where's that voodoo doll kit of mine!?

On to shinier, happier things. While plowing through the textbook, I noticed that the people being referenced have some freaky surnames. Ive actually begun to write them down....bear with me. These are 100% real, Im not making it up!

Dimsdale (Comes from a town right next to Thickville)
Barefoot (maybe he has Indian roots?)
Raikkonen (yes really)
Gump
Cremer (his grandfather came to America as Cremora but he changed it because the kids teased him)
Suls and Wang (Sounds like the newest comedy duo from Japan)
Plumb and Ogle (The British counterpart of the blokes above)
Cheeseman (he decided to make his obsession with Gouda official)
Cockburn (what you call a chicken being barbequed!)
Kop (In a whitetrash movie : "Hei Marvin! Sit weg die weed, daa kom die kops!" )
Wortman (first name : St John's)

Lovely. And that's only in 2 chapters. Hope youre all well :)

Benita's Bday party last year, the candles made everything seem wonderful :) (also, it may have been the alcohol, but hey.)








Wian. This is how he looked for 90% of last year : playing spider solitaire.






Louise's bday party a month ago. Note the extreme blushes...inspired by the heat and the delicious pizza-and-cocktail combo.



Kirstin having a colour-coordinated lunch. Note the lemon-pepper there....brilliant stuff. She also taught us the art of eating with Balsamic Vinegar. Bless K.





Will and myself getting up to no good again. We borrowed Johan's headset with the mike and sang Spongebob Squarepants, only to speed it up in an audio program to sound like chipmunks. We laughed so much it hurt.









Stellenbosch in the spring. This is Victoria street, taken from the corner where my street is.


Yours truly after a long hard day of taking people's ego-fuelled abuse and taking orders. i.e waitressing. Its about 12:30 here.

You want news? Well there isn't any, so instead of regaling you with tales from my life I'd rather just show you.


Will and I at her bday party , 12 May
Carnival 2006, they were apparently depicting Paris Hilton....Carnival is just turning into a huge bootyfest, I tells ya.

Some more carnival shows, and the bloke in the middle looks uncannily like my ex. (laugh loudly people, I was young and stupid)
Us as first-years! We were dressed as "international students" (in the middle there...yes....amongst the paint smudges)...it was incredibly fun.
Willow in her "Im-going-out-tonight-but-its-so-cold" attire.

The girls of flat ...was it 5? Now i can't remember. From left, me, kirstin and benita. Oh what a porch that was. Our little balcony into the sordid and beautiful world of the parking lot.

Gah! I have the worst writers block! I have to do an article on "space as an influence on subjectivity in Die swye van Mario Salviati." I have everything want to say, but Im struggling with a decent intro. Goshdarnit. :/

On the upside, I have discovered a jewel in the flat below us (well not so much discovered...more like seen twice...) : we live in a totally male-ruled block, but unfortunately its populated by arseholes like Jacobus, who is a loud-mouthed, arrogant guy who constantly makes crappy remarks. BUT....he has flatmates. Now I have to tell you how it happened, so you can see the logic behind this:
I was standing in DeVos, waiting for a coffee , when he walked in with a puppy tucked under his arm. At the same time someone blasted a Muse song from a nearby window. Mmmm. You can see how the factors conspired :
cute guy + puppy + muse = Anni in a good mood

I can't believe its come to this. A whole post about someone I saw in a shop. I really need to get out more. Will post something interesting tonight!

"Sort of like Jennifer Aniston's"

The phrase that crushed my belief that men are not looking for the impossible woman-figure.
For the record, Edward-John and I were talking about bums.
"Jennifer Aniston does not HAVE a butt" I pointed out indignantly.
Hers just looks like her back, but lower down.

So a few hours later I'm standing in front of the mirror thinking "Good lord. This is not gonna work.
It sort of juts out and it curves when you look at it from the side. "

And I think its unfair that people are so up in arms over the JLo bum thing, because hers isnt that big, its just
that she forces the poor thing into the tightest clothing her overpaid stylist can find. Even your wrist would look
ginormous in those things.

I find it intriguing that guys are classed as either/or " breast, ass, legs or stomach men."
Women dont have that. Why dont we have that?
You don't hear women going on about "Lisa is definately an abs woman."
Or if they do go on about it, I never hear it because my friends are cool like that. Ive actually asked them
what makes a guy attractive to them. And the overwhelming majority said "That something that you can't describe.
An intangible attribute that makes you want to be with them."

I would like to hear some defence in the male corner please :P

I dream of....Mikey?

Sheesh. Yes you read correctly. I had a nightmare about waitressing (im beginning to think I really do have a fear of going to back to that) and I had 9 tables, but I only got around to one .....the one where Mike was sitting with a few other people (the faces blurred, as dreams go).
And what was really strange is, he ordered like ....5 starters and said that he would tell me the mains later....Mr Creosote before his lardy days? You tell me! Mind you, he was very nice about it.
Afterwards I fell asleep and when I woke up I was drowning in Sprite.

Pop culture and waitressing has very much screwed me up.

As I was browsing the Education Dept's library for children's books (for an assignment at the time) I came upon a book that.....*wait for it*.....Terry Jones wrote! Its like looking in the cupboard for a Kellogg's Special K bar and finding chocolate mousse...!!!

Its interesting to see what the Pythons have been doing since the good old days.

Eric Idle - has been involved extensively in Spamalot, a spoof of a spoof (Holy Grail...) and apart from that he has been on a tour called "Greedy Bastard" , some sort of comedy thing obviously. (I know this sounds immensely vague but I dont have the facts down pat)

Michael Palin has signed on to Discovery Channel and he will be roaming many mountain ranges and travelling and generally freeze his geriatric bits off while documenting it all. (He has aged in such a manner that you dont recognize him at first)

Terry Jones has written many children's books and is living in London with his family (although Im pretty sure his kids are very much grown up)

John Cleese has been in movies and generally making himself useful (I think)

Terry Gilliam has worked on movies such as The Brothers Grimm, and got accused of "the story not having anything to do with the legend..." well what do you expect from a Python director!?

And sadly, today, Graham Chapman is not doing anything because he's deceased.

On a very unrelated note, Eric has strange looking hands...by that I mean theyre quite small with very slender fingers. Call me crazy but I consider hands a important player in the attraction game. Now Im trying to think of someone with good looking hands. ...Olivier Martinez? My ex? (he did have good hands....actually im pretty sure he still has them)

On that random note , I shall now go and forage in the rain.
Hopefully the subsequent fever will induce interesting hallucinations featuring you lot in different incarnations and plots. One can only hope.

Finally. So to quickly recap what has happened over the past few days :
1.Will's Bday celebration at Gino's , on the same night as Ryan's birthday. (Fun!!)
2. I got predicate for a Psych test that I stressed about hecticly (its maths..I dont do maths..!)
3. Last night I read an article (well, I use the term loosely) about what your cell phone number
says about you. Its a big hoax of course but that didnt stop me from doubling over in uncontrollable
laughter. (Again, it must be said that I am easily amused.) If you want the article, I'll post it...but its in Afrikaans.
If you really , really want to , I can always translate it. But anyway.

Belinda's mom is over here, staying with her little daughter, cooking for her and cleaning.
Normally I wouldnt mind, I mean, she's paying for the room, but this woman is very strange.
She doesnt attempt to be nice to any of us and constantly makes derogatory remarks about how the house is run!
I try and avoid her as far as is possible, but apparently she has already cornered Louise and Jinx and
reprimanded them about things. So the result of all this is that it feels like we're living in THEIR house.

As an added bonus, Belinda has suddenly turned into a non-smoking, non-cursing little angel.
I don't swear alot but at least I can be honest about it in front of my parents.

Sheesh.
Have you ever felt that there's something out there that you know you would love to do, but
the need to feel useful is overriding your primary desire?
In my case...I would love to be a mythologist. Or just play around with graphics programs until my eyes fall out of their
sockets (or my coffee dries up...whichever happens first.)

Of course this being said, I would be so caught up in studies of mythology and art that
I wouldnt be able to sustain real relationships, which would result in me having to find
a willing love slave.

But what Im really looking forward to is the trials in the choosing of the love slave.
Bring on the champagne and pack the skimpy lingerie. It could be a long fortnight :P

Hey!
Sorry I havent posted in ages, but there was quite a lot going on, I promise to backtrack a bit and tell you everything, from dodgy dine-n-dashers (not me) to TransAmerica. Hope youre all well

Happy Bday to Will!!!


Her blog is also up and running again, you can find it in the sidebar here.





And on Thursday: Ryan's Bday (Better known as Tateson...)

I don't really have anything to gripe about.
Really. There's nothing wrong, missing (what a lie!!!), undone or unhappy.

Which , I suppose, would make me stand out from all the other bloggers because usually we're just one heaving mass of "my-life-is-so-crappy"ness. Went shopping today, got the coolest things.
Some jewellery, shoes, wraparounds jerseys....the only perk missing was the lingerie.
There are the two things I always want, no matter how much i have of it : jewellery (colourful, shiny, beady, mmm) and lingerie (lacy, satiny, mmm) .

I was watching "Frida" again the other night. Its such a beautiful , arty film. And Salma Hayek does, arguably, have the best breasts in the world. If I was otherwise inclined there'd be a poster of her adorning my wall. (or at least a sizeable portion of my closet)
But as it stands my mind is elsewhere, and by elsewhere I mean 15 hour-flight elsewhere.

Its interesting that while women are more likely to develop mood disorders, men are more likely to have sexual paraphilias. You freakos you.
If you really want to know how sick the stronger gender can be, go look up "autoerotic asphyxiation" and "frotteurism" .
This sudden spark of feministic leanings is inspired by EJ once saying "You have no idea how strong the sexual drive in men are. Its the main thing."

I refuse to accept it! Are we misguided in idealising men as protectors, nurterers and soulmates?
gah!

Ok so the smoke rant thing is getting pretty old.
Instead I'll tell about mythology's take on how mankind came to be. Just a little story to entertain you and give you a break from my normal pedantic rantings.

The first man , Prometheus, and his brother Epimetheus were sitting around one day, not doing a particular lot of work. So the gods decided to give them a mate (note: two men...one woman...you can clearly see the patriarchal influence of ancient Greece here...) anyway. The gods all contibuted to her creation : they gave her the gifts of beauty, grace and persuasion. Yes really...only that.
Then, they sent Pandora down to earth with a box full of jewels as wedding gifts. All the jewels represented particular things like love, honesty, forgiveness etc.
She was curious about what was inside and opened the box, only to let all the gifts fly out in different directions. The only gift that stayed in the box was hope.

So the moral of the story is that if everything flies out the window , there's always hope.
Aso, women were made by the gods, while men simply congealed on earth :P
Im kidding! im not feminist...I like guys! ;)

As is the nature of procrastination and internet, Im sitting here blogging and I have a test at 8. Wonderful. Im feeling incredibly animated today, with thoughts coming out in bits and pieces - fragmented as hell but just as interesting. Im tired! Tired of reading chapters about smoking and drinking! Did you know alot of incidences (3000 a year to be exact) of people die of lung cancer due to secondary smoke?


So being a non-smoker is absolutely futile cos youre going to get gassed up whether you want it or not. Case in point : me and my friends. The people I hang out with most (Will, EJ and Belinda) are all smokers. So what happens is we hang out in the smoking sections where oxygen is like chicken's teeth, and your chest becomes clouded -you can actually visualize the tar sticking to your alveoli.


Ive tried active objection (refusing to sit with Will while she smokes) but its so damn bothersome (and its causes tension) that you give up the fight and go back to falling in with their habits. What's worse is they can't smoke and get it damnwell overwith, its a constant thing. Its like they never know when the craving will grab them so they have to stay in smoking sections for incase. Im sorry but it sucks!

How goes with all you bloggers? Last night I had a great deal of fun with our own postgrad darlings, Ej and Lexi. And something that struck me again is how people tend to think im endlessly bubbly, while Im actually relatively quiet in the beginning. Sure, I can babbly like a budgie on e, but I have to suss out the person/circumstance first to prevent myself from falling face first into some awkward-cake.

And while im on the topic of personality traits (and this is totally unrelated to last night), people tend to tell me "Im not shy, I don't see the use of it."
Damnit! A personality trait is not a survival technique, that's what instincts are for. Personality traits are based on continuums, they are not checklists!!
"Outgoing, check.
"Active, check. Ah good. Everything seems to be in order, I can go on with life now"

So now you may argue that personality traits may aid the individual in basic homo erectus style survival things, like for example .....Being outgoing can help you find a mate. Sure. But it can also get you into lots of fights because you tend to lean towards more active social interaction.
And besides, take laziness and activeness as two opposite personality traits.
Laziness isnt merely the absence of activeness, it has its own subtraits and dimensions.

So would the offending parties kindly go put their foot in a rusty pilchard-can.