..and then the workload came crashing down onto my head and cracked my skull.ow.

The amount of work I have for this term is actually inhumane. And this weekend is the Hall Ball and the other half is coming so do you think I'll get any work done? No. Which is why I'm still up at 1am on a Tuesday night busy whacking my way through a 3000 word essay that has to be done by Friday.
And then I have to write an article on anything to do with Science and Technology.
Yes.
You heard right.
How am I going to do this???
Well, if it wasn't for beautiful people in my life like my friend Koketso, I would be dead.
Felling down and lonely? Want a hug? Well I have just the thing for you.
The Sense-Roid.
Just look at it. And then look at the link on that article that takes you to the kissing device they've invented. Freaking insane!!
Apparently it's for people who are dating long distance which I still think is messed up, only slightly, because you aren't kissing your lover on the other side of the world, you're twirling your tongue around a stick.
And when they perfect it, you'll be twirling your tongue around a wet, moving, warm stick. And it will still be nothing like the real thing.
Sense-Roid is a cool concept but I'm kinda picturing the old weird man who has nobody but Francesca who hides in the cupboard and comes out to play when said old man can muster up enough air in his lungs to get her type 5 plastic body nice and firm and...squishy. I picture them buying the Sense-Roid. Nerds who game, 24/7 and have forgotten what fresh air feels like. There are other people that I can picture buying this interesting product but I would rather keep those images surpressed, for your sake and mine so I am just going to introduce you to Buckcherry, who are awesomely combining slightly old school rock with new stuff. They themselves are pretty geriatric but they still rock out quite well :)
This is Dreams, one of their more emo ones, but if you're in the mood for something more hardcore, youtube them and oh, Crazy Bitch - a MUST LISTEN!! Do it, do it now. They are keeping me going tonight!

Peace kids :)

purple fever, hell week v1.0 and v2.0 and the beginning of the countdown

Well, what was possibly one of the biggest parties of the year is over and I flaked out early due to the evil of crackling.

THIS STUFF IS EVIL!! DO NOT EVER TOUCH IT!! NOT UNLESS YOU WANT TO FEEL LIKE YOU ARE DYING (which i hope none of you ever do)

Soooo, the biggest party I mentioned before?? Tri-varsity. Which is still a bit of an enigma to me because of the following story:

I have been drinking crackling all year. It's terrible but it does the job and its cheap. I've survived, especially when mixed with Sprite. Once I had heartburn for 2 days after a large dose of Uncle Crackles here, but that didn't stop me from deciding to share a bomb (1.5 litre) with my friend mixed with Sprite for pre-drinks the first night of tri-var. We had the little pre-party in my room (matchbox) and then went to a friends res to finish it up and head out. There I finished up my half of the poison and had a few gulps of my boyfriend's vanilla vodka and coke. Then we headed out. Got to Friars and I'm ready for all the party that tri-var can bring my way. And then Uncle Crackles decides to ruin it all and saying something stupid like "I'm coming up!! And I'm bringing the supper you just had with me!!"

So that was me and the boyfriend coming back up to res to get me into bed at.................10 FRIKKEN 30 ON THE FRIDAY NIGHT OF THE BIGGEST MOST CRAZY WEEKEND OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And of course the next day I was man down until after lunch. Then the photos came out on Facebook and for once I was dreading them because I wasn't in any of them. I had completely failed and was so bummed that I had missed out on all the fun. The photos were so funny but I missed most of it.. The pre-party was great though. So the night ended up with my amazing boyfriend holding my hair back while I made best friends with Mr Shanks. Fail. And I failed his tri-var too although he keeps saying he came for me, not tri-var. Still feel like an ape. Trust my system to wait until tri-var to refuse poor old Uncle Crackles. That relationship has come to a bitter end and never will I ever have a crackling hangover again. Bad.life.choice. They aren't normal!! Recession wines and me are going to be good mates from now on.

me and the handsome man at pre-drinks (this is me sober and
still friends with uncle crackles)

Then the week after tri-var (last week) was Hell Week. With the profs making everything due for that week and the recovery time needed from the weekend, work piled up for everyone from all corners and threatened our very existence!!!......ok it wasn't THAT bad, but it wasn't pretty. It is now over but people are still drowning and my friend was telling me how she saw someone in the library who was only getting the readings she needed for her 10 page essay at 9:30 this morning and the deadline was at 10:00. Jaaaaaaa. Late for her.

I've only just managed to get the purple dye ff my chest which my boyfriend so lovingly dumped there for me :) Haven't seen the charming young man in a week now and I still have 3 weeks to go until I do. This will be the longest time that we haven't seen each other so I'm cringing at the though of that but we will get through it :) duh!

Oh, he wrote on my overalls for me. Little sign that says "Private Property" with his signature and little smiley face that he draws which looks like this: (marvel at my paint skills!!)

This was written on my bum in the middle between the 2 hand prints :P


Was so good to go home this past weekend though. Had a huge braai and ate tons of identifiable meat and potato bake (i make the best) and my mom's salad. No salad will ever beat that. 3 weeks until Jarrod, food, home and rest!! Can't wait :)

Peace :)