Two Fourteen

NYR_29511: Give a little less fuck   Happy new year. Yeah right.  I do not feel at all celebratory just because we upgraded to Life2011. Mainly because I do not feel like I am in a new year. Nothing has changed. Nothing is new. I am in the same year in class. I still do not have a real phone. I still have to beg my dad for money. STILL LIVING WITH MY AUNT.  Still have that gap in my mouth (that remaining piece of tooth finally fell off). I still misspell my 'waht's. I still find Arrested Development extremely funny. I still find my sister incredibly... well, how shall I put this lightly?  NYR_36711: Learn how to whistle with my ears.      I am not seeing anything exciting about this 2011 year. Even the 11 looks dumb. Its an odd number that also happens to be prime. Eleven. What good will it bring? Probably nothing exciting. And that is why I have decided not to think of it as a new year. I am not making any new resolutions. Just carrying forward the ton of resolutions from the

Translation: I am more tired (tireder?) than a whore's cunt.      My body has undergone a lot of overwork. And considering I am the epitome of laziness, even blinking twice instead of once is overwork. Daily for two weeks I have been outside from 7am to 7pm. Field work is what the system calls it, I call it Torture. By the first day my body had been pushed past its limit and it has been working on overdrive ever since. Before I unravel the fortnight's events, I think it would be best to have a short of a theme or topic to talk about instead of blubbering all at once. I think I am going to start with the education aspect of the field work, because that was the main purpose of the field work, apart from of course trying to kill me slowly and painfully.      The Kenyan education system fucking sucks! I reiterate, the Kenyan education system sucks. It has always been known and said but I got to experience all the aspects of this sucky system all at once. Take for instance the fact

14 days later and I am finally back to civilisation. Been stuck in some rural hell for that long with the same 40 faces and quite frankly I am relieved to see some different faces albeit one of them being my aunt's. I am back modafokaz.! As if you even noticed I had gone. I gots hordes of stories for you but I cannot post them all at once. And the longer I take to post the more I forget.     But as of now, I am feeling tired and starved of a good night's sleep. So maybe I shutdown and I wake up tomoro to make noise for y'all. Okay?