What would be do without our beloved beverage? Be healthier, I can assure you.
But nothing beats a 2 Am cuppa when youre strapped to write a poem.
Its like school all over again, except the bell can't save you.

I know I claim to be a Bad Poet (its a class of person, go look it up) but in reality, the stuff is terrible. It's just that Terrible Poet doesnt have the same ring to it as Bad. Exactly what Michael Jackson thought when he released his album.

Anyhoo.
Apparently our female flat of doom is going to be home to a new flatmate...a MALE one. Now you'd think we were elated at the news, but now the perks of all being the same gender (i.e pie-charts of who has kissed the most boys and walking around in our towels) are gone. We'll have to deal with his buddies. And he's a masters' student so you can imagine how his buddies are going to come round and perv on my younger friends. (I , however, will be in my room doing something unconstructive as usual)

Oh how I wish this was an interesting post.

Someday, kids. Someday.

Its a lazy Sunday, its quiet and you can pretty much hear the beetles breathing if you can get your head from making all that noise. Yours truly should be working ,but really. I mean.

A few things for today and lets hope I can keep the numbering system consistent this time.

1. Tatler. The British High Society's choice - a thick, glossy and ridiculously pretentious magazine featuring all the counts, princes, lords and everyone who claims affiliation with them. Its filled with articles written by people like Tom Parker Bowles (I know you know the last name...and yes. Its her son) and featuring socialites named "Isadora Clemborough-Dennehan-Julington. Dear Mikey will of course suffer an embolus of pleasure due to all the double barrelled names.
The best part is that if you don't at least have a title and 6000 pounds in the bank you shouldnt even pick up the damn thing. But its great fun to read. Such pretention is absolutely mindblowing.

2. Now from the rich to the poor - go read here to see what the fuss is about. Millions of people are dying due to exposure and starvation, because the current government wants to prove a point (being : that THEY now own this country) and is now renaming a whole lot of cities. This of course, costs money. Im sure the hungry poor will rather live in a place that they can pronounce instead of actually having food to eat. I mean! pff!

3. Me. Now, you saw this coming. A self-indulgent rant about how shite my life is/ how good it is/how it just isnt. Truth is, there's been alot going on, just sort of underneath the surface of things. Case in point : two engineers. (yes the boys, you knew it)
Engineer One : I rarely see. If I do see him, it sort of falls into friends with benefits.
Engineer Two : An acquaintance who became a coffee date. Afterwards, there was an awkward situation from which I withdrew abruptly , and now he is asking my friends whether I want to be approached romantically or not.
The point is : Im starting to despise myself. Two years before I was bitching non stop about people who just up and leave after a kiss. Now the situation has reversed itself and Im the one doing the running. I am such a fricken hypocrite.
Its just that things have changed. There is actually someone who I like immensely. And he means alot to me, even though he's not in Stellenbosch.

So, the only missing part is the physical. Don't get me wrong, im not sleeping around or anything like that.

Do I have to get the axe?
Can anyone shed some light on what you think?

Im really bored. Sure I have a pile of work, but nothing I want to do. So I'm googling my lecturers.

Here's a little jewel I thought I'd share. Guess who's got multiple personalities!!!

Ok well not really. But Darling Willow pointed out the likeness in class. Needless to say, it was difficult thinking about Divergent Equivalent Relationships during Lexicography. (They have the same demeanor, something you won't pick up on by just looking at the photos)

Just change the hair slightly and put a smile on the lecturers face and tadaa!! (or maybe we were just bored to hallucination)

Anyhoo!!!
Not much happened today , except having class, having copious amounts of coffee and having a laugh with my best friend. They were also pseudo-bungee jumping in the Neelsie , and it looked like fun. See? If I blog every day it gets tiring. And boring. Tomorrow I shall bring you interesting news.

(p.s Ive started Grey's Anatomy and I still maintain that I like House more...)

Hello bloggers! Thanks for being patient for so long (some background music chimes up and a mechanical voice says "your opinion is important to us, please hold" )

Riiiight! Do you know any self-absorbed people? People that think that if they had never been born the world would wonder why? Of course you do. Well last night , as I was searching frantically for some inspiration to write another page of my story, some dumbass rugby player who lives near us starting singing extremely loudly (this was 12:39) and drunkenly, his a cappella version of "Incomplete". You could hear that the correct keys of the song didnt like him at all.

Just a week before I was on my way to the shop beneath us when I looked up...and there he was ....standing in all his blonde muscley glory - in his doorway...wearing only teeny white underpants.
He was looking out over the horizon pretty much the way Simba did when Mufasa told him "everything that touches the light is yours".

Of course yours truly had to stifle a laugh and run for it. Its unbelievable. He plays under 21 rugby for WP. So is there any sport where the participants arent buttheads?
Maybe this is why women are increasingly falling for artists and scientists. Mostly the latter these days.

So here's a question for the guys : WHY do men not notice you when youre dressed up, polished and pretty, but do notice you when you're sporting a jumper, glasses and messed up hair??

I would really, really love this explained.


Sorry I'm a bit cranky. I got about 3 hours sleep because I had a killer fever.

Hola.

Hope youre all good...what with the weather encouraging some indoors activities.
Mine? Watching House. Whom I now have a great big crush on.
So who is he?
James Hugh Calum Laurie (and yes, I would totally call my kids that)

- an English actor who studied Anthropology and Archeology at Oxford and then went on to become a comedian with Stephen Fry in their own t.v show.



And you wonder why I like stubble. Pff!

(I know this post is nothing but the C-rated candyfloss of a bored student, but I promise to have some dirt soon :P)

The title? Is it an analogy for the male bloggers in our group?
(or am I messing about because nothing else explains my annoyingly random nature?)

I thought of something today...(cue: that joke about someone actually *thinking* for once....yawn)
Males and Females have different defence strategies. And that's one of the reasons that men think women are devious whereas women think men are dumb oafs.

Let me explain : its simple , really. (also probably been done before,...but meh)
Male : physical beating up.
Female : mental beating up.

We simply don't have the strength to put up a fight against the person who offended us. Put yourself in this position: You walk around in a nightclub and some bastard grabs your ass like its his personal pincushion.
You:
a) Give him a playful glance and pretend it didnt anger you.
b) Slap him indignantly and make the face to go with it, right before storming off.
c) Throw some sniding remark that hurts a little more than his ego.

Not a : I don't see why we should tolerate this. It simply sucks, that's why.
While youre trying to have a good time youre reminded that in the end, youre just a part of the decoration. There for his perusal. (note: I'm NOT applying this to all males, just the ones who think its fun to display said behaviour)

Not b : If you dont play along, youre seen as unfun, a spoilsport (cos he "just made a joke") . So youre either a willing doll or a unwilling spinster, it boils down to that. And really, doing that makes you look stupid while he and his mates have a laugh about it not hurting and her being "a feisty little b****"

So you can see how C is the only real option here. If we can't swing a fist to your jaw we have to screw with you mentally. I now remember how cleverly this fits in with EJ's theory.
But its only fair im afraid. We can't do nothing.

And I realise this sounds hecticly feminist, but its not , im just trying to explain our "strange" behaviour.

*sigh*
The fight isnt over , kids.

Its a lazy , warm saturday afternoon here (but it's winter, I hear you say...)
Well let's just say the weather fairies hate us and the equator is too close.

The German Beer Festival is this weekend! A copious amount of beer will be glugged
down by a variety of students. Heck I even contemplated going myself, but remembered I don't
drink beer. WHy is there never a cider festival or something? THen we could invite the whole blogmunity...
I know Tate loves his whiskey (at times also cider) , Mikey hangs on to a Savanna quite frequently
and EJ is known for his "liquid lunches" involving whiskey. So , honestly, why arent
we paying homage to these humble but wonderful drinks? Personally , I prefer Southern Comfort
(and so do most of my female friends) or something that isnt wine or brandy.

Anyhoo. I'm still worried about Kirst, as Im sure you are too.

There's a new series out : Kyle XY
I haven't actually seen it, but apparently its about a family taking in a boy who can't feel
joy or anger (well the premise is sort of like that) so that should be interesting. I'll let you know
in any event.

In the internet cafe they keep playing Celine Dion. oh HOW I WISH I had an mp3 player of some sort.
But currently Im investing my funds in a more...shall we say...distant and long term goal.
So for this bit of idealism, my ears are subjected to musical crud like "Call the man" and "You make me
feel like a natural woman."


meh. She makes me feel like a natural bloody vegetable.

I am aware of what you may think is a spelling error. It is in fact , plagiarism of a Simpsons character's neologism : news presenter Kent Brockman coined the term in season 8 if I'm not mistaken.

Im just going to fall right into this post...no gimmicky intros here.

Just picked up the latest Cosmo, with its usual dose of holistic cock-and-bull stories. This time it was something about Tantra or something. After I read the article , I thought, well....all they're saying here is don't just jump in there and go right for the bajingo, take time to connect with your partner in a meaningful way. Anyone except a 16-year old hornball can tell you that it's common sense. (Cos , as we all know, a teenage boy would just want to see "the nice boobies on page 9")

So this poses the question : Are all of these holistic things just people trying to grab at straw to keep them from drowning in routine? Perhaps.
Personally I think that if someone told me that they'd want to unblock my Chakras I'd ask them whether it would involve any probing. Although, I think yoga is cool because it's exercise with a mind-twist. And any good psychologist would tell you that mind and body work together quite closely. (That's not me though...Im just a nobody with a blog)

So what do you think? Do people really have magnetic fields around them that, if its unbalanced , it makes them sick?
Flood the comment box with opinions if you don't mind :)