Two Fourteen

   Dear God. Help me enjoy my life. Amen That is a simple prayer that I would say is really necessary right about now! Problems problems. But still we go hard. Like that boy in 300. Speaking of which, Lil Wayne is coming out of jail soon. I am so excited I could burst into flames. Or at least that is what the media is telling me I should feel like. Today I am going to blog everything but the problems I am having. It will be kind of like a therapy session for me where I do what I do best when having problems... ignoring them till it reaches a time to make them look cool by cracking jokes about them. Have you guys seen the X10? No that is not a newer version of a BMW. That is a Sony Ericsson smart phone. More like a genius if you ask me. I will not post pictures because of the shitty internet connection I have. I swear if this keeps up I am going to have to look for another neighbour to hack their wifi because this one I am ‘borrowing’ from is really disappointing ...

     Hello world . How is you all doing? I hope you had a shittier day than mine. Because that would somehow make me feel better.! I went to school to read for my physics resit. The math resit did not turn out as I expected since the exchange lecturer set questions not in our course outline. And I need to pass at least one of the three resits to move on to third year! Of the three. Calculus was the easiest. Do not know how I failed the paper in the first place. On the way to the library ( yes I finally found out where it is) I hear that those that had missed hostel rooms are outside the HQ complaining. The school has empty rooms but denied students for reasons that we could obviously guess. They want to rent them out to outsiders at exorbitant prices. The Director for hostels is one fucked up son of a bitch. Rude, unprofessional and whatever. In short I still do not have a hostel room.       In the middle of walking from campus to campus, try...

     So today was the opening of our school. A new academic year. New chance to prove your academic ass. New units. New lecturers. New homework. New stress. New freshers. New friends. New money. New clothes. New drugs. New enemies. New girlfriends. New ex-girlfriends. New resolutions. New everything. It meant a good deal to me, since I was planning this change/self realisation thing. I figured it would be best to start it with the start of the new academic year but I have had such a shitty start that I am fearing what the end has for me.      Today I wake up and first thing I do is check the online booking system that the university has just introduced. The way it was supposed to work is , you request for a room allocation then book the room you want. Then get the fees and the room is yours once you clear the hostel fees. That sounds AOK but since this is Kenya the system is a little motherfucked. They gave us all a chance to request for...

     I dunno who comes up with these lame ass axioms. Like 'pretenders are worse than murderers'. Really? So basically what this 'wise man' is saying is that he'd rather be clobbered to death with a blunt object than have a friend pretend that he likes his shirt (or skin, or what ever those neanderthals used to wear back then)? I dunno about you but I prefer people pretending to like me other than them tying me up naked on to a wiremesh electric bed then broom fucking me to death. But that is just me.... I do not mind pretenders, and this is why.      Today I went to have supper two hours later than everyone else. This is a calculated move to avoid eating with my aunt . I arrive at the table smiling like a maafaka and set myself comfortably on the sofa to eat whatever fuckery that she might have cooked. It was....surprise surprise, ugali! Just like yesterday and the day before that. and also tommorow and the day after that. Basically we eat that m...

   Tomorrow. So I am very excited! Never spent so much time at home. If I stayed here for one more month I would have killed someone. (That is a joke). I am not even bummed that I have exam re-sits. Because I am sure I am going to ace them. Don't know how I got them anyway. Second year was the year that I actually started reading. Maybe reading is the wrong thing to do. I have to stop doing that. Be free like I was in first year. Going out every Weekend. And start my Weekend on Thursday and end it on Monday.    Whatever I do one thing is for sure. I have to change. Been planning that for long now. But I haven’t quite gotten the incentive to . You know, like the way a drunkard alcoholic stops drinking only after getting in a traffic accident and killing his wife and 10 year old boy. That makes him quit right there and then. If he was not killed in the accident. That is what I need. Not an accident but an eye opener!     The re-sit did not w...

    

     I am an audiophile, very crazy about sound. I love sound. This should not be confused with my love for music. Those are two different things. There are times that I will fill my mp3 player with only instrumentals because I do not want to hear how Lil Wayne can fuck a nigga but he's not gay or how Usher will make love to her on a bed on fire or how R. Kelly wants to piss on me. All I want is to listen to beats. Maybe get the instrumental version of Shock Value II because I want to hear the works of one of my favoutite maestros. Timbaland beats are just the bomb! Polow The Don is another beat maker I love.         Being a sound lover, I am very particulate about the gadget that transmit to me. That is why I am paranoid about earphones, speakers and those other sound transmission devices. Since all my music is digital, they have lost some of their..., what do I call it..., quality?. And so I do not want to lose more of the remaning quality! Back...

    I got to say, today I did not have a prime time since I woke woke up, at 7 till now at 11. I am walking staggeringly because I have been taking derivatives. I spent the better parts of the day revising for my Advanced Calculus resit and it has just reached a critical point where I just want to derive myself off the roof. I know it it sounds improper but I do not know any other way to express this implicitly. My brain has reached its maximum upper limit and if it is subjected to any more continuous function , it is going to split itself into many partial fractions and then I would have to go to L'Hôpital's before I get a Stoke.      My brain has not experienced such a rate of change for months now. So high a rate that I now cannot differentiate between the growth and decay of my brain. I should take this as a sine that I was not meant to do math. But  I want my grad degree. So I will keep on scribbling until my pencil runs out. Then I will...

    Sunday. Today is. Woke up late. As usual. With no plans to go to church. As usual. Not everyone had gone to church today. Unusual. So I had to skip my morning ritual of walking around the house in just my boxers. Sad. I did however get to do the rest of my Sunday morning activities till they turned tragic.     I had just put the kettle on the cooker to heat up water for a bath. I had to find something to do as I waited for the kettle to boil because watching a kettle boil is not as fun as you might think it is. I went and sifted through my heaps of clothes and by means of the sniff test, determined the clothes of the day. They did not even match. Perfect.     Poke-poke-liking things on Facebook did not take long and the kettle still had not boiled. So I went off to brush my teeth. Fun. Remember that addiction I have of brushing the teeth so hard till my gums bleed? Well, today it turned up on me because my tooth broke. I broke my motherfucking...