Friday Night Anarchy
Last night when we left residence, no one would have predicted the night we were on course to have. Pure stupidity was the drink of choice for most students in Grahamstown last night, and it didn’t go down so well with some. There are a whole list of firsts last night:
It was the first time that we…
…left residence at 18h00 for pre-drinks.
…drank pink jam jars.
…got into into Friars for free on a night we were supposed to pay.
…overly enjoyed a Southern Comfort promotion.
…more than one of us won memorabilia (purple hat, two green wigs and hundreds of necklaces).
…sat in the back of a police van.
…chaperoned another incapable soul back to residence.
…returned to Friars after leaving.
…heard Sunshine by David Guetta pump on the dancefloor.
By all intents and purposes, last night was one of the most insane nights out I have ever had. Anywhere.
Would I do it all again? Ask me next Friday!
Post-Springboks Ramblings
It’s pretty insane how much more you tend to appreciate people when you’re marginally drunk. Yes, I am typing this whilst a vile of brandy and vodka circulates through my body, but I can still understand, etc. Tonight was incredible. Not only did I offload a mountain’s worth of rubble upon another’s shoulders but also, I captured some truly memorable images too, mainly of my friends dancing like monkeys on the Springboks dance floor. (more…)
The (Early) Morning After
I ran into a pole, Lol.
I’m chilling with my two favourite people: Vanessa and Luke. “What happened at pre-drinks?” Was the cited quote tonight. It was a night not to be talked about. Id hate to be my voice because it’s pretty dead at the moment. The worst part of tonight you ask? My voice is messed up, exams are due to be written in a week’s time, and I’m still drunk. Well, that could hardly be the worst part. I’m just thinking about the girl at home. Who I’m thinking of. Right now. I hope she’s okay. I really love her. Sigh. So is life hey? We live and we learn. We earn and we lose. We leave and we take. She’s probably someone I’ll just know and never ever get to really know.
Posted from Luke’s netbook!
Punch-Drunk Love
“Drunk blogging. Be warned.
I love you. I see your face for the first time in ages and I’m smitten. I think you’re the most beautiful…”
This is what was on my laptop when I booted it this afternoon – presumably written last night after I came home. I still feel that way, even though I am pretty hungover. Getting drunk is such a bad idea. You divulge information that you wouldn’t ever in a million years if you were sober. Later that night, last night, after we came home from Springboks, I sent her a message, saying how I’d love her to be in my arms. I don’t know if I made a complete ass of myself or if it really made her think about my role in her life. Whatever it is, I feel that she knows how I feel.
She is so gorgeous, really. So, so gorgeous. I love looking into those big, immersive eyes. That long sleek hair. Those curvaciously defined legs. I even like her voice – it just calms me. It inspires me. I want to listen to it all day. It makes me write extensive yet totally pointless blog posts such as this one.
You can imagine then how it upsets me to hear that she is spending a lot of time with people who bring her no joy. Maybe temporary happiness, but no joy. She looked so sad last night. Yes, she told me it was because she has a lot on her mind. She needn’t feel like that. She can be happy. There are people who would do anything to make her happy. I want to make her happy.
Obviously, that’s a little difficult because of the distance issues, but screw that. If she’s willing to try I’m willing to try too.
I want to try. I wish she’d tell me that she loves me. I know she does. But will it ever be something romantic? Was Pringle just an incident, or did it mean something? I think it did. Well, it meant something to me anyhow.
Anyway, let’s speak about last night in general.
It was awesome. Springboks – how I’ve missed you. It was the first time I had been inside that place since… well, I can barely remember. I can barely remember much about last night too. It was so great! I had so much to drink. I feel so hungover now. But I just wish I had something else to smile about.
I apologize – my language is not very readable today. I feel awful, hungover, sluggish, tired and all that. So I’m sorry.
I wonder what we’re doing tonight if anything. I hope I get to see her. I really need to see her face again before I leave. I already feel pretty sad about leaving.
Vodka, Tequila, Jagermeister
Well, it has come to this. A drink of no less that 6 shots. I’ll try to keep you updated but right now, it’s sip sip sip! To love!
When Friends Get Together
Having Corn Flakes at 01h30 in the morning? Only after a Thursday in Cape Town… and my word was it a good one. Finally re-united with my friends, the initial plan of Springboks was hampered by ill timing and long queues… but, surprisingly, up popped Tantra, one of my most hated clubs on the face of the Earth. Yeah, it seems nice on the surface, but once inside, you get bombarded by commercial crap, unrefined dance beats and some tracks that’ll make even the most alive fall asleep on the drinks rails. But, not tonight, Tonight they managed to bring back not only the essence of dance, but the essence of Grahamstown as well. It was manic! Yes, Cape Town is the place to be… I love it dearly, so much that it would be like a funeral for me to leave it’s fertile shores for good. Bu Tantra seemed to play all the tracks that reminded me of the good times of Grahamstown, as well as all the new friends I have made there. It was great!
Singing Mr. Brightside with Tash was probably the highlight of my evening! That song means so much to me! Of all the love that I have had, and love that I had lost over the past few years. I just means so much!
Anyhow, along with Monday night’s Boy’s Night, my week has been pretty special! With Warrick and I winning 8 games in a row, and winning 9 overall, Monday ranked pretty highly in my greatest days list. Today, well, tonight, was awesome! I love you guys so much! Tash, Shane, Bevan, Warrick, Dean, Dax, Matti, Shinead, Terri, Jason (Happy 21st bru!) and to all the others who make my life awesome, I owe you my being. You. Are. Amazing.
- reddevilandy10
The Final Mare
BEWARE: This post may offend some sensitive readers. You have been warned. Reader discretion is advised.
It’s only 01h15, but I’m home. After being beckoned to come out to embrace Grahamstown for the last time, even with a slight hangover, I obliged and now, unfortunately, smell of ten packs of Marlboro. Not only am I extremely happy, I am extremely disappointed too.
You know the unmistakable feeling of feeling insurmountably euphoric and then the next, feeling bottom of the earth unhappy? That’s how I feel now.
It’s a pity this night had to end. I really enjoyed it. Having to endure that the fact certain life choices may never actually be realised made me shiver inside. Amazingly, that life choice always happens to be one who you enjoy being with.
Yeah. The cold, unmistakable kiss of anger, resentment and utter pain.
The thing is though, I always seem to set myself up for these kind of moments. Honestly, I am no good at getting with girls anymore. I am no good. I may as well join the fucking air force and fly about just to crash because that’s what I do perennially. It seems as if that’s the only thing I’m good at. Don’t get me wrong though, friendship is something that will last a lifetime, but something ephemeral, that, my friends, is sometimes worth so much more.
I’m sitting here, half-sober, blurting out my most private and trivial thoughts to you, readers, I ask that you may empathize with me. I want to love some one who does not want to be in love with me. The scary thing? I’m all for it. BECAUSE it is love, readers, that allows one to make all decisions, regardless of hoe your life turns out. Regardless of what the circumstances may be. No, your only thought is about the one that you hold in your heart.
Love is about not giving a fuck about yourself, but putting all that time, care and effort into the one YOU love.
That is true love.
I can understand why it is so goddamn hard to find! I mean, what the fuck am I doing wrong? Is it because I care too much? Do I not possess a boyfriend bone in my body? What is it?
Anyone, please enlighten me! Because I am fucking sick of being single. It’s been best part of two years. 2008. That’s over 600 days. Do you know how that feels? It is not fucking comforting.
It is not something you can go to sleep to. Never have I slept any worse than I have after I come home from a party sober. Too see all the apparent lovebirds chirping amongst each other. Never!
I have had dreams of falling off a cliff, dying, butterflies being killed, but not once a happy ending?
I love my life, but at the same time, I despise it so much. To be honest, sometimes, hiding pain within happiness, is harder than not being happy at all. And that, my friends, is how I go to sleep tonight.
reddevilandy10
B-52: The Bully Being Bullied
This past week has not been one I want to remember ever again. Namely due to the massive amounts of work I have handed in on the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, but also because I got sick with not only a cold, but what I’m sure is some kind of eye irritation. Lovely. I’ve had the vision of a bat for most of the week.
Wednesday was something other than my complaints to talk about though. The infamous Warren was at it again. Having predrinks in his room is turning out to be a bad idea, especially when we’re with tequila and Cape Velvet… the silent killers. You do, however, need to let them into your house before they slice your heads off but this is where Warren’s hospitality lets him down. I counted no less than 16 shooters (Cape Velvet and tequila mixed) downed by that boy in the space of about an hour and a half… needless to say, it did not end well, nor did it end well for me though. I had one of his experiments and nearly died on the spot. I have a long standing problem and hatred towards the agave’s diabolical destruction of hopes, dreams and sobriety so yeah, I was waddling.
Anyhow, we get to Friar’s and about ten minutes later, Warren gets himself kicked out; albeit, he wasn’t really himself or any type of thinking person at that moment in time. It was a very, very big fail. But God, massive respect to him though. I have never seen someone put alcohol down like he does. Kudos bru.
The rest of my week revolved around work, reading and sleeping… with the occasional meal and game of pool, I had to juggle being severely unhappy and motivated at the same time. It is not an easy thing to do. Somehow, I managed to not miss a deadline, and I even learnt some Japanese too.
Yesterday, I went to my psychology tutorial to find out that I had a test. A test at seven. The tut was at five. I hadn’t studied. I’m going to fail that test miserably. But, saving grace – I hope, I did manage to suss out certain answers, based on the actual wording of a question. Even then, I’m sure I screwed that up. If I get anything above 50 for that test, I am Legend.
Today is really not even worth a paragraph. Did absolutely nothing. I look one half Satan too due to my red eye and yeah, the unwashed hair with crowns standing up like horns do not help either. I guess I’ll have a snooze now. It’s been a long, long week, and I’m really just glad it’s all over.
22nd October – it’s gonna get messy. For the last time.
- reddevilandy10
Sneaky Tuesday Mares
Well, this was supposed to be a food mission, but being it Grahamstown, somehow those missions always turn into mares. Okay, not that bad though (for me anyway), I only spent 14 ZAR tonight and got five slices of pizza from looking a little hungry… but for others, wow, a little much worse for wear I’d say.
One of my friends… two draughts… gone. Lol!
Pirates is renowned for making the best pizzas in Grahamstown (debatably) but also has the reputation of most hated business by Rhodes University. No wonder why. It turns everyday into a mare, even the odd days (see The Glossary for the definition, you uncultured people!).
Anyway, I got some valuable information for my Fails of 2010 blog post which is in the laboratory of my mind as we speak (or read) and a couple of good memories, notably Warren’s only win of the year – jacking a coveted Stein (one litre jug) from the table. Legendary!
Even though I’ve done my English essay, I need to sort out a few more things in my life before bed… so until next time!
- reddevilandy10
Welcome to the College Life
Two really early A.M. posts in the space of, what, three hours? Welcome to the college life readers. Turnitin is still being a selfish SOaB and I still don’t have that damn report – looks like it’s going to be a late hand in. Oh well, at least I have my psych 101 credit all wrapped up and garnished with a bow. That’s one positive!
Seeing that I have such an abundance of free time all of a sudden, let’s take you back, readers, to what was Saturday, October the 2nd, 2010.
Venue(s): Pirates and then Friar Tuck’s, Grahamstown.
Time frame: 20h00 till about 04h30am Sunday morning.
Objective(s): Getting my friend, Luke, totally legless. Happy Birthday bru!
So, this evening was always going to be a bit of a jigsaw puzzle when it ended. Somehow, you enjoy yourself even more when you know you’re get to play Horatio in the morning. You could feel in the air, the rainy, humid, almost Capetonian winter air that engulfed Grahamstown that evening, that things were going to get tragic. In total, Luke must have had about three litres of glee-inducing beverages. Me? In comparison? About 1.5. It wasn’t my birthday though to be honest… and I had made myself the designated cameraman!
We got to Pirates, kitted out with wide smiles from the not-so-well-diluted punch and were pretty upset when we learnt the lack of any drinks specials on the night. Nothing really happened here, except Warren (you’ve read about his previous escapades with Bushmansous, I’m sure) and JEF engaging in God-knows-what type of media tribunal political talk with someone who I’m sure is like a DA spy. I bailed, I didn’t want to think at that point in time. And besides, I wanted to enjoy my two slices of thick-based Pirates regina. That went down really well. So while the others were getting jam-jarred, I thought I’d have a draught and watch the MTN8 final. Yes, the Buccaneers won. Again.
We left Pirates just after 22h00, and scurried over to Friar’s through sticky drizzle… which just became more and more irritating as the night went on. By this time, those who had ordered a jam-jar each were pretty spaced and looked about ten percent dumber per essay than when the day began. Luke decided, once we arrived, to have a downing competition with another friend, Ryan, just to, well, finish the jug he had just bought, I guess. So they downed. Two full glasses each. Full of Russian. He then proceeded to order another jug. But this is the part of the story that starts to get really hazy in my mind. I, myself, had two double Russian specials, so I was pretty gleeful too. But what I don’t remember is why Luke and Warren decided to get up on the table. No one knows actually. It made one pretty epic video though! Apparently, those two had Zappa shots as well and about 20 minutes later, we were all on the dancefloor. Friar’s was pretty empty, not its usual self, especially for a Saturday…
I really can’t even remember how things unfolded after that. I remember being called a girl(in a much more derogatory way though) by JEF when I came from the bar holding a Russian, lemonade mix. I was thirsty okay! It’s not nice to judge. I downed it anyway. I was really starting to get hot too.
So we danced, from David Guetta, to Katy Perry, to just about everything else I’m sure. Luke was river-dancing. Ryan was dancing like bigbird from Sesame Street (and thus the birth of a great new nickname) and I? Well, I was… not sure what I was doing. I know it looked cool though! Some guys left again at 12, including another friend Tim, and his girlfriend, Sanam. They never go out with us. But was really great seeing them looking all awkward on the dancefloor – definitely not their usual habitat.
01h00 came and went by just as quickly. By this time, I had the mindlessness (epic fail alert) to go up to the bartender and ask for, and I kid you not, a “double coke and vodka.” Yes. I know. Judging by that alone I think it’s fair to say where my state-of-mind was.
In the end, only four of us remained: Warren, Luke, Carsey (Steve) and yours truly.
Of course, this is just a log of what happened, because what happens in Friar’s stays in Friar’s, but it’s really tempting to divulge more…
Mmm… naa, I’ll refrain this time!
We even managed to get a lift (the great part about associating with ladies who have vehicles in club environments at 4am) not only home, but to BP as well! We’re that good! I bought the usual: Squillos banana flavour and 10 ZAR worth of chips.
I’m pretty sure if we had not found a means of getting home that night by not using our own bodies, we would have found Grahamstown’s gutters extremely comfortable. Especially Luke, who was seeing some serious stars in that partly cloudly sky!
We got back to res at about 03h40 or so. I parked off on a couch, the others all found their one too. Out came the food. I spilled my Squillos which I was really, really upset about. Like, honestly, I was mortified.
We kept on having a debate on the girl-who-gave-us-a-lift-back’s name… We all thought Warren was playing the fool when he said her name was Ming-Yong but, it actually was! Well, not spelled like that but the French way or something to that effect.
Luke couldn’t remember phoning both his mom and his girlfriend. I helped him get to his door to as he couldn’t quite remember where he lived. The keyhole was a bit of a mission too… but eventually he opened the door.
I ran up the stairs (which, somehow, I can always seem to do 100% when spaced out of my mind), opened my door, jumped into bed and went straight to bed. I was knackered!
Lunch yesterday was very interesting. Bar the huge dehydration headache I had, we were all attempting to piece together the jigsaw of what was a truly immense night! It was one of those, when all you can do is laugh at the dumb crap you caught on the night before. One of those that you seriously regret the next morning due to the almighty headache felt in the morning. One of those where the bouncers pretty much applaud your exit, and are sad to see you leave. It was massive. Truly massive.
Cape Town is going to have to pull out all the artillery to live up to that night. Grahamstown is amazing with the right weather, atmosphere, date, and friends, it can match any other city in South Africa for value-for-money partying.
Moral of the Story: I think it’s only fitting that we have a moral of the story here. The moral, well, what I think the moral is: sometimes, a person needs to forget who he/she is in order for he/she to rediscover themselves. Don’t be afraid to enjoy your life, it’s yours after all, is it not? You should, however be afraid to not make the most of what is a really amazing gift given to us by the higher power of this universe.
Luke, bru, I hope that even though you did not remember much, that you’ll always remember this day as one for the internal scrapbook collection.
This has been a reddevilandy10 recollection. Over and out!
PS: Psych 102 semester essay has been completed, handed in and uploaded. Fingers crossed that it’s a good one!
Turnitin: Screwing Students Over Since 1996
Seems as though the proposed FFS Week post I’ve hinted about on my Facebook page has come to fruition a bit earlier than anticipated. I’ve just murdered a 2,500 word psychology essay in two days, whilst having one unforgettable (or unrememberable) mare Saturday evening… but that perhaps, in itself, deserves a totally separate blog entry.
As for now, I’m waiting on the students’ worst enemy, Turnitin.com, to give me a plagiarism report for this alleged academic essay. It doesn’t sound too academic to be honest – I’m pretty sure my twelve-year-old cousin could write a better one than me. I just wasn’t in the mood.
To make my life even worse (it always seems so dull after a night out here) I have a 600 word English hand in, and a 600 word feature article for Journalism, both not started, both due early Friday morning. In essence, I’m screwed. As well as that, I have a Journalism portfolio hand in for the 12th and that includes a 1,000 word write-up about the shadow week – even though I can’t remember a freaking thing about it. So much for “Yeah, it’ll be easy.”
I really can’t afford to hand in this essay late either, I can see Turnitin taking its own sweet time with this. God, please spit out a report for me!!
Anyway, seeing that I have nothing left to say, and my hands are literally about to fall off, I’ll say goodnight! Until 5am, to print the report. Yes, I am being a glass-half-full man today. After the hand in… I am sleeping. So stoked!
Anyhow, goodnight readers!
- reddevilandy10
Two-for-One-Tuesdays and Bushmansous
I’ve seen some really twisted things in my life. I can’t even remember most of those as my mind has something of a ‘self cleaning and preservation’ mechanism that deletes pointless crap like that. But tonight, I saw some truly messed up crap.
It’s Pirates’ two-for-one-Tuesday and all my friends and I are sitting down waiting for the pizzas to arrive (which were, mind you, freaking incredible… more on that later)and getting pretty bored too. So my one friend (Jef) decides to dare my other friend (Warren) to down half a bottle of Bushmansous. Now, if you’re not really familiar with the legendary sauce you can Google it or something, trust me it’s totally worth it.
Anyway, my friend decides to do it for a draught… and he freaking did it. Yeah he’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets and he was like border-lining chunder-city but the the crazy freak did it.
So, I would like to dedicate this post to the first person I know who has either the lack of brains or the pure madness needed to take a genuine swig of Bushmansous. Here here!
And getting back to that pizza – God, it was amazing. Just picture waiting for 70 minutes for a thick base regina with extra cheese whilst drinking a Black Label draught and you’ll know what I mean. Pure emotion. Euphoria. Death to hunger!!!
I’m off now! Sleep calls! Night night!
- reddevilandy10
I Love My Life!
Song of the Evening – Martin Solveig featuring Dragonette – “Hello”
Life is unpredictable. Regardless.
This is how it should be lived, this is how it should be savored. If life was to be understood, the fun would be lost. The capricious, vagarious nature of it would be lost, and we’d be stuck in a Groundhog Day of sorts.
The fact that we have no common control over our own lives is the beauty of life. We’re along for the ride, and we best enjoy it for what it’s worth.
Thus, it brings me to Grahamstown. A sleepy hollow of a little student town, that impresses me to no end – especially on the party, or mare side of life.
Here I am, at 2am in the morning, half-drunk, listening to Martin Solveig “Hello” as if it is the only track on Earth. If it wasn’t for my bed, and the pillows that I am up against, I would be burning holes through my makeshift dance floor.
Tonight I took part in so many different people’s lives, lived new experiences – ones I hope that I will tell my children about one day – and seen some truly gorgeous people. There’s one though, that would make my life truly complete… but you’re, well, you know who you are… you just need to admit it!
Life is way too ephemeral to be neglected, as is happiness, which is, in all honesty, a commodity. We all love to be happy. As for me, I love making people laugh, smile, happy. But you, God, you, you I love making happy most of all. You deserve happiness.
Well, I wish you could have been at Friar Tuck’s and Burning Man tonight, you really would have enjoyed it. I certainly have. Shout out to all the people in my life who make it worthwhile. Those who make me want to be a better person. A better human being. And most of all, a person who lives life as if it is a spinning paper disc engulfed in flames.
Life’s amazing guys, live it, love it, find love within it.
I’m out. That you Grahamstown for one incredible night!!!
- reddevilandy10
The “Mare”
Okay, well, just because there’s nothing to do tonight really, I’m blogging from my bed, in the currently windy city of Grahamstown. Seriously, it is windy. It is howling. Actually, no, that’s the room party going on a few doors down from me. Yes, someone is, actually, everyone is throwing some sort of party. All over res tonight I can hear music. Oh well, my bed is super comfortable. Drinking and dancing like an animal is for tomorrow rather.
Anyhow, I don’t have all that much to say tonight. It’s been a fragmented kind of day. At least I was able to get to the shop earlier, so I have some milk and a few bars of soap. Lol. That should last me until exams begin, I hope.
Tomorrow, the plan is to get proverbially motherless, or as they say in Afrikaans, doosdronk. It’s probably the last time I go out until swot week begins so, yeah. I’m aiming to make it a really, really big evening.
Until then, I shall say goodnight! Have a good day all!
- reddevilandy10
An Ode To A Pizza
Okay, so I did go out.
Some very random things have taken place tonight… I’ll try to recap.
Firstly, I was the only guy to not be wearing a suit (yes, Barney Stinson would revoke my bro license immediately) in our little clique. Secondly, I took part in an initiation ceremony to welcome myself into the aptly named nOsh Crew and yes, that is how you spell it. Thirdly, afterward, I had to walk up High Street blindfolded, whilst trying to get to Yellow House and avoid my le Coqs from getting scuffed.
Those were the random events, now for the actual point of the post.
We (seven of us) arrived at Yellow House after tripping and stumbling across the pavement. I had a Heineken to kick things off: cocktails just don’t appeal to me anymore. Anyway, my friend had ordered a Guantanamo pizza complete with bacon, banana and chillies. Sound good? I will try my best to describe just how this pizza was.
I honestly felt like crying. The sweet banana wrapped around the salty bacon with the mozzarella holding the flavours together, whilst a bolt of chilli surrounds your tongue with this warm, comforting glow – it just evoked such happiness inside of me. It was reminiscent of sitting by the fireplace on a cold winter’s day. It was truly the best pizza I have had ever here, and possibly the best I have had ever, anywhere. The crust too, was the perfect thickness, the perfect crispness, the perfect texture. It was a harmonious accord of food in concert inside one’s mouth. Just truly epic, as my friend recalled.
Somehow, the JagerBomb I was sipping on (yes, it is not a shooter if it comes in a glass!) seemed to complement the fiery flat-bread perfectly. After those three magnificent slices, I was genuinely sad that there was no more.
I guess all good things are good because they are ephemeral, only lasting for their designed time. Sigh.
A post dedicated to a pizza, but thoroughly deserved.
- reddevilandy10
PS: Thanks to the nOsh Crew for the night out, it was really awesome. All of you keep up being nOsh!
Friday The 13th: Part Two
Crap, I hope that psychology test went well. I felt assured writing it, I mean with multiple choice you have a one in five chance of getting something right. I’ll have to wait and see the outcome.
Meanwhile, it seems to be national Barbie day in Grahamstown or something. I swear, I’ve never seen more skankily clad females in my life. Well, maybe a few other times but damn, I swear all these people are going all out tonight. Tomorrow it’s Welcoming Drinks too, a Smuts tradition and pretty much the reason why many Smuts boys die of alcohol poisoning. I’m not doing it though. I don’t intend to pay 70 ZAR just to get abused and humiliated. I can do that myself, and for way less too.
There are house parties, res parties, hall parties and all sorts of other parties to go to. I, however, plan to stay indoor and either a) fall asleep, b) begin my English and JMS essays, or c) play pool all night. I’ll probably end up doing the latter, but then again, I really need to stop procrastinating. Especially since the football season officially begins tomorrow. I am pretty stoked about that.
Well, I think I’m going to hit the showers now, seeing that everyone is starting to drink really early tonight, it’s about 8.30pm here. Last call here is something around 12, so it’s really early. But most of Rhodes is pretty much dysfunctional by 10pm.
I’m out!
PS: Have an awesome Friday the 13th, and may good luck be bestowed upon you on this allegedly unlucky day!
- reddevilandy10
Cough Cough, Sniff Sniff
Sure enough, some things just won’t last forever; Such as my good health, for example. It seems that my outing to Pirates last night without a scarf really did a number on my throat, which now feels as though I have swallowed a cheese grater. Well, looks like I’ll be needing a trip to the shop tomorrow for some Med-Lemon or Corenza C of some sort to kill this bug once and for all. I really need to learn to cover my neck when going out during winter too.
Anyway, I’m far too sleepy to continue with any kind of intellectual writing here, so, until tomorrow, when I hopefully feel better, safety!
Another Goodbye
Yes. Unfortunately, it’s that time again. I guess the inevitable will always creep up on you no matter what, but these past six weeks have really raced passed.
I love Grahamstown. The abundance of diverse ideas and alcohol line the streets like leaves in a gutter, pretty much how 90% of the population end up after a night out. But Cape Town, Cape Town has everything! The girls, the gees, the fashion, the cars, the food, my family and my friends. It is the one thing I hate doing, but I’ve had to do it twice already.
Regardless, December vacation is going to be nothing short of raucous. December vacation shall be a time in my own and my friends’ lives too that will either be unforgettable or incredibly hard to remember. December vacation is when Cape Town will really pull out all of its charm. And my [expletive] we will see to it that it is every damn way as awesome as it can possibly be.
So, on a somewhat sour note, I bid my fellow Capetonians farewell, as I aim to tear up yet another town as I have done to my hometown so many, many times before.
O-Term, begins NOW!!
Mid-Year Flashbacks
June the 1st. A date synonymous with the beginning the year’s back six months, rendering the past six void in the flesh but pretty concrete in memory. And I can assure you, the first half of 2010 has been a life-changing one.
With school a stale remainder of my stagnant life, I broke from my gap year and applied for one “Rhodes University” in a little town in the Eastern Cape. Two weeks later, I received a letter stating my acceptance. What you guys may not know is that Rhodes actually called me and told me: “You cannot study at Rhodes this year, you haven’t a Matric exemption”. I swear to God, at that moment, I felt as if my life had reached its limit. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to achieve a thing. UCT failed to accept me, and now, my only other option is about to go back on its word too.
Amazingly, by some divine intervention, I found myself here, Rhodes, after all. I haven’t a clue what happened during that phone call my Dad made to them, but all of a sudden I was accepted again.
I arrived in Grahamstown pensive, shy and intimidated: from the big city where I knew many people to a town where I knew not a soul. It was scary. My first few days here, I stayed in my dorm all day, passing the time aimlessly.
Eventually, as lectures began in February, I started to adjust to my surroundings. Thousands of new faces buzzing everywhere — a totally new experience for me. I had worked at UCT the previous year and got a taste of university life but it was nothing compared to this. Rhodes was a whole new adventure.
With my mind ever day dreaming of Cape Town, friends and family, I quickly felt homesick. Cornered and alone, I guess I just, waited it out. But nothing helped.
Eventually, vacation arrived, I went back to Cape Town for two weeks. It was probably one of the best fort nights of my entire life.
Second term began with purpose. Be it a proper exam quarter, everyone worked doubly hard. To cut a really long and monotonous story short, second term is about to end, exams are still being written and I am loving it.
Now, sitting in my bed at 3.30 in the morning, with a God awful headache and the taste of toothpaste swirling around my mouth, I think about how amazing the past six months have been. How much I have grown as an individual and the intricate chains of events that have formed my life thus far. As challenging as these obstacles are, you can’t deny there is something beautiful in their design.
I just came back from one of the most eventful, definitely, but also, the most rewarding and satisfying nights out I’ve had in a while. You girls are truly amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Thanks so much for the evening!
The perfect way to end 2010 Part 1. The perfect way to begin 2010 Part 2!
Roll on June!!
- reddevilandy10
Recent Comments