Week Three: The Week of Ass-Kicking
As a symptom of life and indeed college, I’ve neglected my once much tended-to blog. As for life? Well, that’s a little more difficult to neglect completely. (more…)
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You know that feeling when you wake in the morning to find carnage all around you, like soggy shoes, phone half-broken on the ground and clothes splayed all over the floor, that it was a great, nay, epic night out. Last night was no exception, in fact, I honestly think that that was one of the greatest mares I have ever had.
Purple foam? Jax Panik? A thousand party-deprived students all stomping, jumping, shouting in unison? Yes, a recipe for one hell of a night.
Well, in the game of life, Grahamstown really pulled one over me yesterday. My Pumas are in a makeshift shoe-ICU, my clothes are mostly purple and I must’ve eaten a cheese grater too because my throat is on fire. Surprisingly enough though, I’m hangoverless, something that hasn’t happened since I was a toddler.
Anyway, I can’t type for much longer. My hands are shaking – probably from the dehydration and general lack of food. A much more detailed post shall be uploaded when I feel relatively human again. Until then, keep it classy.
- reddevilandy10
Week One: The Resumption
Warning: This post contains, what some readers may consider, strong language and offensive content.
For those who don’t really follow this blog (shame on you), I’m back in Grahamstown – the little demon settlement filled with students who indulge in mass fornication and inebriation (or so the legend goes). Oh, and first years. Lots of first years. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear this campus is a huge preschool with filled with overgrown toddlers waddling around. (more…)
The Temporary Goodbye
Sometimes, it’s nice to just sit and absorb the sights and sounds around you, while sitting perfectly still. The low drone of the vacuum cleaner, the rustling palm trees outside, even my own relaxed breathing… And of course the infamous ticking of the clock, reminding everyone that it’s a crime to be still.
There’s a couch in our lounge that no one really sits on as it’s adjacent to the TV, making the viewing angle harsh. But right now, I swear, this is the most comfortable thing my ass could be resting on. After a whole day’s packing yesterday, I’m three quarters done, the car is washed and all the computers updated (something I know my parents won’t do when I’m gone)… So I’m pretty much ready to go.
It’s hard to believe that a near three month holiday has vanished like it has. How has that happened exactly, Mr. Clock? I still remember the first weekend I got back home, my friends and I went to the beach…this was about eight weeks ago. Time feels compressed nowadays. I guess that’s just a side effect of the modern day human condition…
Anyhow, there’s still much to be done in the next six and a bit hours. So, until Grahamstown, this is reddevilandy10 saying goodbye to Cape Town! For now…
The Important Insignificants
There are those unique few minutes one experiences each day that has the power to either destroy it completely, or make it especially memorable, sometimes for the rest of your life. The proverbial little things, if you will.
For me, I’ve been experiencing many of the former in a (mainly) self-imposed vacuum of negativity. Almost everyday I’d let little things get in the way of me feeling anything close to genuine happiness, but not anymore. Not today. (more…)
The City of Contrasts
Video courtesy of Le Roux Schoeman of Touchlab, Media24.
This morning, most of the Cape was woken by an almighty thunderstorm. Of course, in my half-roused state I thought that it was all a dream, only to be scared shitless once and for all by a sonic boom so loud I thought the Earth had split in two. Nevertheless, it got me thinking: How amazing is this quaint little city at the tip of our continent? (more…)
I Can’t Stop Thinking About You Tonight
I can’t stop thinking tonight, as I lay in bed. You’ve crossed my mind several times, in fact you’re pretty much the main idea in every thought. Getting back, finally, will be such a blessing. To see the beautiful town, to drown in its submersive atmosphere, to see my friends and you too. Your pretty face, your gorgeous red hair. I can’t wait to fall asleep, and dream about you tonight. Maybe you’ll meet me there – flying high above the world with the clouds as our compass.
You must be asleep. It feels like half the world already is. But I lie awake, pondering, pondering away… What will become of the future, the present and the past? I hope you’re somewhere in it, smiling, giggling and pinching my arm.
Here’s to thought. Here’s to sleep. Here’s to serendipity.
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