Untitled: Post #216
Life is really a sadomasochistic son-of-a-bitch, at the best of times. I woke with a seasonal sore throat and mucous covered pillow… influenza anyone? Sigh. I suppose it’s good though. My emotional and spiritual health has been so far from salubrious for a several months now, it’s only right that my body follows suit. Actually, this is the best I’ve felt in a while though… ironically.
I’ve done some in-depth pondering on subjects including my career, my love life and of course, my entire existence, trying in vain at first, to find solutions to all of those problem areas. I suppose I should add “my current health” to that list as well. I’m fit enough to go out tonight, at least. Going to see “Hangover II” later, and as a result a subsequent review will be available on this blog as soon as I have the tinge to post write and publish it.
Anyhow, back to my ponderings the other night. Watching the Travel Channel really does wonders to one’s imagination. That is my dream job, except the camera and microphone are replaced by a pen and pencil. I’m making it my highest objective after college ends in two years time. I’ll have to find some way to get across to Europe though, or as a start, I could begin in South Africa, perhaps even Cape Town itself. I’m not really thinking about the white picket fence scenario yet. I don’t care about a car, a house, I just want to write about my travels, my experiences in a way that will encourage others to do the same. Or if they can’t, transport them to the world I experience. Through touch, taste, smell, visions and sounds… That is what I’d love to do.
And that is my goal.
Perhaps I don’t know how to get there. Perhaps it’s not the life a muse of mine would enjoy sharing, but I have to do this for myself before I can think about her.
Anyway, that’s probably enough small talk for the evening. I’m about to picked up by my friends. Stay tuned for the Hangover II Review… coming soon!
Until then!
- reddevilandy10
Easter Weekend 2011: Maundy Thursday
So, it begins. Today, Maundy Thursday, as it is known in the Christian church, marks the beginning of my long, six-day-weekend. Six days of reading, blogging and well, sleeping, marked by random bursts of essay-writing and tutorial-completing. Speaking of tutorials… I seem to have (accidentally – blame the idiot who drew up our timetable) missed two English tutorials. I’m waiting to see what will become of it, but for now, I lay in my bed, warm, snug, happy.
It’s so cold here today. I wrote a test this morning and I swear I could feel my heartbeat in my face. My toes were dead, my fingers were turning blue and this paper had three ten-plus mark questions in it – which I totally lost all consciousness of, and wrote a splattering of ill-produced word-vomit. Really, that was really bad word vomit… some of it, well, most of it made no sense at all. I might as well have drawn pictures all over.
Anyhow, I’m really looking forward to being alone, completely alone this weekend. I will, obviously, miss my friends and family though. This will be the first Easter I spend away from home I think. My friends are going home and elsewhere; some to Jeffrey’s Bay, a little (world-famous) surfing hotspot about 150km south-west of Grahamstown, for the weekend. I was going join, but the idea of camping, and waking up cold, miserable, stressed because no work is being done, and dirty, doesn’t really appeal to me. It’s probably nothing of the sorts, however, I still can’t rid myself of that mental image. I have quite a bit of work to do though. English essay, history essay, history test, psychology practical report, crap… I forgot the rest. Anyway, my to-do list is more like a to-do scroll now. I need to dent it before it dents me. And I know what happens when you let work slowly creep up behind you; I know all too well from last year. Journalism was such a bitch.
Anyway, I wish all my readers a very happy Easter Weekend! For those in South Africa, enjoy the six-day weekend too!
- reddevilandy10
I’m Not Bothering With A Title
Warning: This post contains language of a very explicit nature, not to mention an extreme case of “I couldn’t care less how cohesive and sensical this post is” grammatical and structural characteristics.
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Anti-Planning
Wow, where has the time gone? Just the other day I was fantasizing about my wonderful week’s vacation. Now, it’s Thursday morning, and I’m due back to my personal little hell in less than four days time. Sigh. I honestly don’t even know where this degree will take me anyway. I’m starting to think that not getting into journalism is a major setback. Anyway… I don’t want to put a dampener on this somewhat good mood I’m in.
I feel like going shark-cage diving, or snorkeling or fishing, or hiking, or something tomorrow. I really do. My time is almost up here and I won’t be back until June, which is shit long and generally shit in Cape Town because it’s winter. So, yeah, I feel like doing something stupid. Maybe even drunk-texting, or something.
It’s really windy here tonight. It’s nice though to have wind that actually rustles the leaves and curtains a bit. And there’s a howl too. It’s great. It was supposed to rain today but that never materialized. So yeah. I can’t even remember what I did today. Sadly, that’s most days for me, and yeah, I’m not even an alcoholic.
The braai that I was supposed to go to was cancelled like an hour before it was supposed to happen and that left everyone flat-footed about what to do and pissed off with life in general. It’s okay though. I’m used to plans falling through here. The only plans that ever seem to work properly are the Kirstenbosch Carols by Candlelight concert in December. It’s probably the only event that my friends and I have attended for consecutive years. And that better stay that way. It might be the world’s last Christmas this year, after all, life as we know it is supposed to come to an end in 2012. As the Mayans would believe it.
This Constant Train of Thought Seems to Tear My Mind Apart
BEWARE: The following post is a free-writing experiment containing raw, unedited thoughts. It may offend some sensitive readers. You have been warned.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been ambitious. I think at one point I had this dream of being a fireman, or a Formula 1 driver or, as crazy as it may seem, a cartographer. In primary school I came first in my grade the entire foundation phase, and no less than third for the rest of my tenure. Then high school began. I completely changed. It was hundred of children bigger than my primary school. Something like 1100 students were enrolled. I was one of the smarter students, getting high 70′s for Maths, English and Biology. The time came for our grade 10 subject choices. I chose Maths, Science, Business studies, Computer technology, English, and Afrikaans. I fucked it all up, except English, which I got 80% for in the final exams. I still deem that mark the most important of my life, as one less would’ve left me without a university. Speaking of which, I took a gap year, built up some capital and enrolled at Rhodes a year later. Rhodes accepted me, based on God knows what. I think the Humanities dean had a lot to do with it. I got 46% for Maths, 49% for Science in Matric – so I was not surprized when UCT declined my application. So, after stumbling into Rhodes, here I am, lying in bed, laptop on lap, typing this.
I’m in bed because I don’t give a fuck about lectures today. I want to stay in bed, and mope about, wondering how I managed to get into this place after all. To be honest, getting here still doesn’t confirm my further education. I have no Matric exemption certificate, due to my putrid Maths and Science marks. I’ve applied for one, but so goddamn scared to find out the results. What if it was unsuccessful? I’ve just wasted all my parents money.
I’m not even sure why I wanted to come to university – here especially. Yes, it offered journalism, which I wanted to major in so badly (but failed dismally) but now I realise that I don’t give a fuck about journalism – I want to be a writer. So, why the hell am I here then? I just want to write. But no, apparently you can’t get a job if you don’t have some type of pretty paper stating how vainly intelligent you are from an institution of “higher learning”. Fuck, I learn more going out, getting pissed and writing about it. I don’t need middle-aged men with glasses and snow-white beards to lecture me about how the World Wars have fucked up the human race for good. You can see how it has fucked up the human race for good.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m far from ungrateful. If anything, I owe all my being to my parents who got me to where I am right now. I am, however, challenging the modern way of thinking, learning and living. Why do I have to be here to get a job? Is my raw talent and will to want to be successful not enough?
Then again, you know what, maybe being here is not such a bad thing after all. It’s helping me come into contact with people who I loathe, hate, pity and mentally spit on everyday. People who don’t give a fuck about anyone else. People who have no morals, self-control or values. People who gladly say no to one person, who is miles better, and yes to the next general retard that comes their way. People who voluntarily jump in the sack of the very next person they lay eyes on. People who can’t tell their right from their left, their north from their south or the ground from the sky. It helps me, you know, it helps me to feel upset and broody about what kind of messed up society we live in. It helps a writer. And I suppose, in that respect, I just have to deal with it.
But I don’t want to deal with it! Why the duck must I? I hate this place. Everyday I wake up I feel like staying in bed, and often do. Like today. I’m having a “fuck the world” day, as you all can see here. I just want to go home. But fuck, even the idea of “home” is a soiled concept.
Home – where there are more pretentious bastards per capita than anywhere else in the world. Where the smell of failure and has-beens blot out the sun like smog. Where girls who don’t know the truth from the highly immoral live, and sadly, live. I don’t even want to go home. But I want to. I want to see my family. I want to see those who really do love me, who aren’t pretenders or murderers. I want to go home and ride the cable car up Table Mountain, stay there for a while, take a few pictures and then write my thoughts about life. I bet they would not resemble anything like this post.
I’m going back to sleep. Fuck English. I’ve slept for 13 hours so far today. The subconscious is honestly my favourite place in the entire universe.
Safe.
I Will Miss You, Rhodes
As I traipsed to the Student Bureau earlier this afternoon with the 28 Celsius sunlight washing Grahamstown with its healthy warmth, I noticed how lovely Rhodes’s grounds are in the Summer. Jacaranda’s line the streets, blossoming plumes of purple flowers. They contrast so well with the tree’s dark green finger-like leaves. The sky was a pure blue, marked with huge cumulus clouds on the horizon signaling a thunderstorm is a possibility. Not forgetting the veteran war buildings; them showing no signs of retiring anytime soon. Their big cornerstones make miniatures of the students darting in and out through the great wooden doors.
As I got to the Bureau, sadly, Ms. Wicks, the lady I wished to speak to and subsequently hand over the documents she needs, was not there. I shlepped out, wishing that she was sitting in that chair, that office, that all the students are so familiar with. You see, I need to apply for a Matric exemption in order to get my degree from Rhodes in 2013. I will be 22 at the beginning of the year, and not 23, so the automatic exemption will not apply. If I don’t get this clearance, I’m not sure what will happen. I don’t want to risk it.
With all this weighing heavy on my mind, I walked back through the archaic structures, the purple flanks of flowers, the lush, Summer grass… and wondered: “What if I don’t make it back here again next year?”.
What would I do?
I can’t stand to bear the thought but ever since I wrote my first exam well over three weeks ago now, I’ve had this stuck on my mind like an octopus to its prey. I can’t fail. I just can’t. I can’t be the first male of my family go to university and mess it up. I can’t be that person.
My strides became more laborious with each passing metre. My mind was the tired one, not my legs. I just couldn’t stop thinking of my life without Rhodes. Without my Bachelor of Journalism. Without my travel writing dream profession realised.
I will be utterly broken.
Sobriety Girls
The 22nd of October. The day that first year officially ends. The day that everyone explodes with relief and euphoria. The day that everyone gets pissed out of their skulls.
I had a horrible day. I handed my journalism piece in tow minutes late, which resulted in -20%. I had like three hours sleep in total. I had the personnel in my psychology essay group send some really mean emails, not to mention a few of my friends too. It was bad. So, initially I was not in the greatest of moods. Luckily though, my day seemed a lot brighter after I visited the student bureau and got a few hours sleep.
The end of term for me is usually shit. It turned out to be a pretty good day.
I have, however, made a few observations as a result of tonight’s proceedings….
I wanted to get drunk. Absolutely brainless. That never happened. Instead, I spent most of the night at Friar’s stone sober. It allowed me though to see the other side of the mare, what people tend to disregard when they’re inebriated.
Drunks are assholes. I’m not sure if it’s because when you’re sober you’re more aware of your misdemeanors or general conduct, or whether you just become a thoughtless, narcissistic idiot who thinks you rule the world. Is sober really that aware? I know some pretty sober assholes, and no amount of alcohol can worsen or better that situation.
Are drunks really that much more honest? I saw so many strangers hooking up with randoms tonight; so many girls giving themselves to guys they barely know. Why? Is that what they really want, or are their brains just not functioning?
Mind you, I know some amazing girls on this campus. Some girls who would make you seem non-deserving, immature and just generally shit. They are so amazingly gorgeous, your world will stop, you’ll stand still, the moment you see them smile. I know them. And believe me, I don’t even deserve them. The boyfriends sure as hell don’t.
Anyway, I’m really tired. Had an all nighter yesterday so I’m pretty knackered. I shall give you the full story tomorrow. Until then, sleep tight.
- reddevilandy10
Fever!
I can’t remember when last having a fever was this bad. I’m shivering but sweating bullets, add a headache, severe body ache and nose ache from blowing it every two minutes, you have yourself a really shit situation!
I’m sitting by my desk now… relaxing, well, trying to, and listening to Coldplay, drinking hot chocolate. This water is way too chlorinated though so it tastes like a liquidized factory rather than hot chocolate.
I really wish I could sleep more but I have to do this application before I really don’t get into JMS 2 next year. Best I get back to it…
- reddevilandy10
Home-Sick
I’m really homesick today, not to mention physically sick too.
I woke up at 5am this morning, for no substantial meaning… I got to see what there was of the sunrise… and I’ve been awake ever since. I haven’t stopped sneezing since I woke, I look like Rudolph with a beard and mustache. Dirty.
Not sure why I’m missing Cape Town today of all days, but it’s all I can think of now… okay, bar my Table Mountain of work piled on my desk looking at me as if I owe it something. Oh, and our psych lecturer thought he’d be really generous before Christmas and give us a six page essay due in nine days time. What an asshole.
Forgive me, I feel like utter shit today. I can’t even fall back to sleep. I’m just sitting here… watching my Twitter feed update like it’s a slot machine. Actually, God, this is reminding me of journ… Shit.
Before I really bring out the vile, crude, volatile version of English that I enjoy using so much on this blog… best I leave. Swiftly. Maybe throw my bed out my window just for fun. That would really make my day. Ha. Ha. Haaaa.
Summer Loves Grahamstown, I Love Squillos
My eyes only had an hour’s rest yet they’re still appreciate what an amazing day it is in Grahamstown. As they ventured outside, they needed the shade of my sunglasses as the early morning sun was a touch too bright. Walking down the road, they noticed the luminous orange flowers dangling from the trees, begging the birds to play amongst them. The clouds seemed to have drawn along the horizon like curtains on a theatre stage, beckoning the main performer on stage. And what a performance! She danced across the sky, spreading her warmth across the groundings, as if she is indeed a god herself. Not only my eyes were enticed by nature’s vivid beauty today, my skin felt the tender heat of Summer softly caress my back… the scent of newly blossomed flowers ripened the air and the birds whistled gleefully as they bounced from tree to tree in an endless game of tag.
Sigh… Summer here is really great.
I’m a little sick of trying to be poetic for a moment. My eyes are about to go on strike, following my brain. I have slept a maximum of two hours last night (this morning) and I am not in a really good mood as a result. I actually blame journalism. You SOaB. Yes, you!
But you know what? I figured that if I could get through all this shit with a degree, do my travel writing, even if it is around Cape Town or South Africa initially, it’ll be worth it. It will be worth all the late nights, lack of sleep and copious amounts of coffee. It will be worth it.
I just forget that sometimes.
I think we all do. The need to immediately satisfy a desire is something we all need to learn to control…
Anyway, there’s nothing quite like oats in the morning, after one hell of a morning that is. I have a tutorial in about half-an-hour – the reason why I’m still manning it up and not attempting to catch a sensible snooze. This is my least favourite tut. I mean, yeah, I have a 17h00 psychology tut today too, but at least I can sleep before hand. This tut, more often than not, I’m sitting up late doing an assignment or some sorts. So I’m never in a good mood anyway.
Just to entice you guys and, well, to keep me awake, you can look forward to the following posts:
- “Top Ten Fails of 2010“
A post dedicated to those who have fallen for the cause… of a good laugh. There have been some truly memorable ones this year. I’m still doing the research necessary so this one may be a very special post. Stay tuned.
- A review of Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream album.
This album has really interested me. Katy seems to be drifting towards a more club, electronic orientated sound. I’m really stoked to listen to it back to front and then back again. It’ll basically be my back up review if my journalism one turns sour.
- “Top Ten HIMYM Episodes” review (tribute).
Yes. I know. I’ve been promising this one for a while. I just hadn’t had any time recently. The only reason I’m posting this is to stay awake anyway! But this series truly deserves a review. It has been my inspiration for a few moments this year. From helping me handle my female issues to just being a guide on how to enjoy life… this is my favourite series. A tribute.
- A possible “Wins of the Year” post
There have been a fair share of these too. But really? Do we really need a review of them? What do my readers think?
If you guys have any other suggestions I’d love to hear about them. Comment!
Anyway, sipping on my chocolate shake, I’m off! Have a good day all!
- reddevilandy10
Graft. Sleep. Mare. Repeat.
It has just gone five in the morning. The birds are chirping outside… probably wondering why the hell I am still awake, and the sky has gone that dirty blue colour which must mean that it’s about to welcome the sun pretty soon. God, isn’t that the story of my life here. Either I’m awake getting totally mindless or I’m mindless trying to stay awake.
Speaking of minds, mine has been molestered by journalism tonight.
I have just finished what I deem to be the worst piece of writing I have ever written, on a subject I am really quite passionate about, Bafana Bafana, but I just didn’t feel it. I could not make it good. I just couldn’t. I feel like such a fail.
I’ve gotten to the point in my life where handing things in is just the bare essentials I need to keep alive. So that’s what I do. I graft. I hand in. I go sleep.
I can’t believe it’s a 9am hand in though. How shitty is that? That means I can’t even have a proper sleep now. I may as well have a damn movie marathon until the sun really does decide to rise.
Sigh. Life sucks so much right now.
I hope tomorrow will be better. If I have a shitty afternoon, I’m definitely maring in the evening! It’s going to be insane. I promise you that.
- reddevilandy10
Untitled: Post #114
I swear, I feel like life is just sucking everything from me. Tripping my feet, kicking the shit out of me and leaving me on he ground to bleed…
After three paracetamol tablets, countless swigs of milk and four hours of laying in bed, I’m still awake. And I don’t want to be awake.
I guess Wednesday is carrying on… I had a really shitty day yesterday. I did absolutely no work, but at least my English is half done. My journ though… God, my journ is giving me nightmares. I honestly have no clue about my article direction or content. I’ll be amazed if I pass it. Thank God this exam counts 70%. My ass will definitely be on the line there.
Anyway, I just needed to get a few things off my chest in the hopes of a peaceful sleep. Somehow I just can’t pass out tonight. Stress maybe? I’m worried out of my skin, that’s for sure. I just really want to come back here next year. My biggest fear is being told I can’t. That will be more than I can take I think. Much more…
PS: It was one of my friends’ birthday’s today (well, yesterday actually), which I missed as he is in Cape Town. So Dean, I’d like to extend a happy birthday message to you on my blog too. “Life starts at 20,” they say, and my God are they right. The best is yet to come! Enjoy it.
- reddevilandy10
Unhealthy Times
I really should be doing my journ. But I really don’t want to. So I’m lying in bed. Laptop on lap. Typing this blog post.
I hate university at the moment.
Firstly, I feel like I’m rusting from the inside out. I’m not sure if it’s the tap water or what, but I’m not healthy.
Secondly, stress is slowly bubbling up… and this is not only me, it’s everyone. You can see it and hear it in people’s voices. Exams (more hand ins actually) are getting to people. It’s not healthy.
Thirdly, I seriously can’t wait for Friday, because apparently it’s going to be major. But I may not even be able to go out that night because of my journ application that needs to be completed.
And lastly, I’m not even buying anything, but I’m running out of money. I don’t know where the hell it all goes – maybe some mouse in my drawer is stealing it, I wouldn’t actually be surprised, but it’s bad. So unhealthy.
I think I’m going to sleep now, wake up early, and just kill journ. Tomorrow, I’ll have the strength. I hope. Peace!
- reddevilandy10
Lost Puppy Syndrome
Some days, I feel more like a lost puppy than on any others, just looking for his human. Today? Today is one of those. For those times when everything just builds, and builds and you see no form of release… I call it Lost Puppy Syndrome.
I really don’t like talking about my emotions to people who I don’t know, but my blog is slowly tending to that trust issue I have. I don’t mean to moan or to be a sensationalist… but this is real life. It can’t be amazing all the time. You will feel crap sooner than later. This is my time.
Why all of a sudden? I don’t really know. I woke up to one of the best dreams I have had in a long time, nothing sexual… it was nothing more than a perfect perception of my ideal life. It was glorious.
Of course, waking from that was a huge mistake – my life is far from being that perfect painting I try so hard to find. I was greeted with work due among other things. Reality is not the one you’d like to get coffee and a bagel from in the morning, let’s just put it like that.
Oh well, I’m off to journalism in a few minutes, so I thought I’d vent my anger, anxiety or just plain neuroticism here for all to read.
I’ll leave you with a lyric from my former Song of the Day, Amsterdam, performed by Coldplay:
“Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I’m dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath”
I hope you’re reality is looking sunnier than mine, and yes, it is ironically, raining.
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
Thank You For Noticing
I wonder where my Cape Town friends have been recently. You just don’t hear anything from them anymore, you know? I wonder. Have they left the country? Or have they forgot that I actually exist? Hmm… these questions must be asked I’m afraid.
On top of that, the only person you think who abstractly cares about you is you ex-girlfriend who seems to have burnt all her memories of me too. Sigh. This shit just keeps coming round to haunt me.
The more I try to get out of it, the harder it pulls me in.
And yes, I feel helpless sometimes. That’s why it would be great to have friends who are genuinely interested in your life. I swear, I am independent and I like my solidarity but shit, there are some times you just need to lean on someone, sometimes even let them carry you.
On top of that, doing shit that really makes you unhappy (like journalism, for example) everyday doesn’t make life feel any sunnier. Speaking of which, journalism readers, has nothing to do with writing. I hate researching. I hate interviewing. I hate having to attend these stupid, boring , pointless lectures every day. I hate it!
Don’t ask me why I chose journalism. Looks like I’ll be the latest failed student to have wasted copious amounts of my parents money on visioned greatness in which I had no information on whatsoever.
On top of that, there’s nothing quite like being reminded that you can’t travel the world because you are broke. Yes, being asked “how are you going to do that” a hundred times over does not make me feel better. I have no clue how I am going to do it. Just don’t spoil the dream for me please, it’s probably the only thing that encourages me to get out of bed in the mornings. Having my shortcoming over-emphasized is not how I picture spending my Sunday evening.
I have to finish a shit lot of work tonight. Best I get started.
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
Update: Post 58
The past few weeks has seen me study more than I can vaguely recall, going on random “BP Runs” in the quest to kill the 2 a.m. hunger syndrome and totally neglect the one thing that’s actually the most constant in my life — my blog.
I feel pretty damn sick for not posting anything in the past two weeks. That’s not something I want to do again, I mean after all, JMS2 requires that I post at least once a day should I pass. Speaking of passing… I wrote two exams so far: Linguistics and English. Did they go well, you ask? Well, to tell you the truth, I have no idea how they were. I’m just thoroughly glad that they’re over now.
This week, with two exams left, I write psychology on Thursday with JMS (Journalism) on Saturday — the last day I spend in Grahamstown for six very long weeks. The weird thing is though, I’m really going to miss all the people, the atmosphere and the constant panicking of work not completed on deadline. It’s growing on me, and I don’t think I can move to UCT next year even if I wanted to. I am a Rhodent now.
Anyway, on a more random note, I’m playing “night owl” again. Tonight’s one of those when you just cannot sleep regardless of your efforts. I really need to start studying tomorrow though. It’s not just psych I’m worried about too. JMS is going to be probably the toughest exam I will write to date. I hope I end up eating those words. But yeah, tomorrow evening I’m meeting up with a friend of mine. A possible “Cougar Monday” mare taking place tomorrow, well, I might as well make the most of it — it will be the final time I go out in Grahamstown this semester. Really excited to spend some time with her too, I know she needs a good friend more than ever right now.
I’ve yet to plan my first week back in Cape Town though. My friends and I definitely need to sort out the itinerary for that! It is going to be a truly epic vacation!
Well, untill tomorrow (I hope) have a good one all!! I feel the gentle embrace of the sandman’s spell coming on. Nap time!
- reddevilandy10
So Bored
Now this I haven’t done in a while… Blogging from my little Nokia 3110 Classic. Why, you wonder, have I resorted to such desperate means to post on my humble blog? Truth be told: I’m bored.
Currently sitting in EG Red lecture theatre waiting for journalism to begin; psych ended early again today. I love the way that *always* happens when I have journalism afterward. It sucks.
I’m really missing home today too. One of my best friends may become a mommy later, and I’m not there. I miss everyone so much; especially you!
Anyway, I think I’ve got to run. This lecture’s probably going to be one, huge, gigantic waste of time!
P.S.: She had, in fact, became a mommy before I posted this, unbeknown to me. I only found out now, a good two hours afterward. Anyway, Congratulations new mommy!!
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