Wasted: Drake gets some dudes 'all shook up'...

I'm not hating, Drake is a good artist but I would not, I REPEAT, would not travel from NEW JERSEY to get to NEW YORK CITY to queue up at some crazy time in the early-bird-morning to have his man-of-the-moment ass sign my CD that has songs that I would have probably downloaded already because I am already a fan of Drake. This is EXACTLY what one super-fan did just to have Drake peer from under his eyebrows at him for a HOT second.....the dude then goes on to say Drake is 'A MIRACLE'....LOOOOL!!!!!!!! Watch the video below and listen out for the nonsense this Arab lookin' dude tryna pass himself off as Lloyd spews.....he is gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............*breathe*...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssed!!!!

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*DAAAAAYUUUUUMMMMMM that John-James guy on Big Brother will not stop talking about Rachel...if you say you HATE her with all your guts, why spend the whole day talking about how much you 'hate' her then find some reason to have some sort of telling off session with her telling her how she needs to stop being bitchy or you won't want to be friends with her....ERM...who are you again???? If one dude EVER tried to threaten me with his friendship demanding that I fix up even though HE is talking about me behind my back AND in front of me after living with me FIVE days in the BB house I would brush him off my shoulder like he's any stray hair......don't need it....I got more where that came from....

Oh, Florence, you need to go back to the [Machine] board

I like the imagery in Florence and The Machine's new official video for 'Dog Days'. I just don't like it for THIS song. I didn't think the first video was all that special either but it's earthy/maniac theme was a lil more appropriate for what I still think is one of the most beautiful songs I've heard in a LONG time. You know what - when they used this song as the Slumdog Millionaire premiere advert on Film4 the scenes from the film went really well with the song. I can't find the advert at the moment but I'm sure you can imagine that it was better than this.....

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*Sorry mum, but I think I'm about to go back to the risky roads....*

Erm....yeah.

The technician dude, who I spoke about in an earlier post, left me a voicemail message this afternoon. It was something along the lines of:

"I won't be at the store on Monday so you can call me on my personal number and we can talk about the installation of the music software.....my number is [this is where he usually mentions the store's number....this time he says his OWN number....]"

ERMMMMM.......yeah.


I told my mum I don't trust giving my laptop away because people can snoop through it all day and night if they want and I would be none the wiser. I wouldn't be suprised if the staff have looked at my personal photos and bits and bobs of my life I have saved on MS Word.

Apparently, the service they did on my laptop can be done in a day. They have had my laptop for two weeks. I phoned up once and some dude was like:

"Oh yeah....you're Miss ***- ****.......yeah the techician was on your laptop most of the day yesterday......he's not here now but I will have a look at it now and see how it's doing.....".


I hate not knowing what they are doing with it!!!!! I just want my life - I mean - laptop back lol!!!
I dunno bout this music software....it's not worth the cringey-ness of phoning some invisible technician outside of his work hours......especially since he ended the voice-message with:

'.....and yeeaa I hope you enjoy your evening..... and get back to me......"

Erm.....??????????

Maybe if I lie very still, I'll be able to hear the security code on his Mastercard....

Kara: Okay kids, what's....unnatural, staged, exploitive, very bait and one big ole marketing ploy....?

Kids: Errm...Kanye West AND AMBER ROSE!?!

Kara: Yes but try again...

Kids: Amber Rose's bum bum?

Kara: Ooooh you're getting warmer...

Kids: Kanye's new advert WITH AMBER ROSE and her bum bum!!?!?

Teddy Riley: Yup, yup...


I mean c'mon....this is just a joke...she's a dyke on a bike and you're on her like a gayfish on a dish...this nursery rhyme is soooo boring even Amber fell asleep in your lap!! If I was crude I would say her falling asleep in your lap is symbollic....but hey! And you're oh-so concerned with zoolander-pouting ya don't even notice her horrible body language...tree-esque....and that grip you have on her arm probably reminds her of the grip she has on your dough while she dreams.....pointless rant over...and yet again more exposure for the LV Don.... what was this about, again....Oh yeah...his LV kickzzzzzzz..ZZZZzzzzzzz.....

*I am* Hood and Proper

Lord, please keep me strong!

This is old stuff but I'm posting it still-ios!

Cheap jacket for a fiver ['I got it for cheap']

Cheap material for under a fiver ['I got it for cheap']

Me happy cos I got stuff for cheap etc etc

I have already expressed my addiction to buying things and it's not a good one. I don't look at my bank statements either...they just stack up....each envelope half opened and half closed to show that 'I've tried'. I haven't. I just rely on the student loan to keep me afloat!

I'm doing well though...didn't buy anything in the past five days. I'm praying I keep strong - I haven't eaten chocolate either since Lent started!!!! HOW SICK AM I!lol!

[My face looked like Jason X...and it's long for photo retakes!]

I was really annoyed the other day because of the lack of people writing about Lady Gaga's subliminal messages through her crazy music so I did some proper research [ meaning: I clicked on the second page of google's serach results...]and found something!

Alas! Someone feels me! I will not post the blog because:

1 - It's a little TOO paranoid about the subjects of conspiracy/mind control/illuminati/free masons etc so in effect they end up controlling your way of thinking as you read the blog more.....

2 - I don't want people looking for such issues to end up linking back to my blog because all that stuff is toooooo dodgy!

3 - The blog's tendency to go overboard with its analysis may put you off the idea that we are being controlled as some of the points will seem 'ridiculous'.

What I do like about the blog is that they go in depth....REAL deep into the core of their subjects which shows a genuine passion. Their analysis on Lady Gaga was very interesting. I'm sure we all know what 'Poker Face' is about.....before Kid Cudi I knew very well what she was on about! However, it goes a little deeper than that line.......she ain't a dummy, trust me.

If you think her abstract dress sense is contrived, you are slightly right.....but if you think that of her persona...WRONG.....try using the 'constructed'....she probably reads a lot more than the amount of time she may insinuate that she gets poked. Either that or she sleeps in a lab.

I'm sorry for my ranting and no telling but I'm supposed to be working! I just had the urge to say this! I know it was all filler but I'm so sick of people like Lady Gaga trying to be 'smart'. You make catchy songs and are interesting to look at but you are not going to be the next Madonna...no one can be that desperate! Not even you, Gaga!

*I am* Hood and Proper on watching Scrubs

Shoots Willis and Leaves

"You just couldn't keep away could ya......you just had to sign in...."

Yes. I signed in. No. I couldn't keep away. And yes, I am ashamed of it [haha!].

Okay so I could keep this blog updated with funk-that sweet-that hood proper -gushy stuff cos at present my work consists of reading books about Hip Hop and Pop culture. I keep finidng out loadsa really interesting things but I will post these at the end of the month or I will never [ARGGHHHHH my eyes just saw the time......aww damn...i was only supposed to browse the net for a bit not an HOUR and a bit....curse my- erm no - how dare my wondering thoughts try and curse my eyes....stupid subconscious audible thoughts] yea .....[ermmm I will never...] leave uni if I don't try and cram/study for the next few weeks.

I confessed to a friend that as well writing journalistically [istically x 100]I wanted to write....academically [SHOCK HORROR] after reading these music/pop culture/karl marx books because I always feel the urge to blab on too much.....[as you can tell]....and you can't really blab in journalism. People get bored - no one hires you - you're boring. BUUUUUUT - when you write your own books n that so what if someone gets bored....you released a damn book didn't ya! You get instant credit AND cos no one hires ya... no one fires ya! SCORE! I'm sure there are some Marxist theories that no gives a damn about cos its so dry...but he probably knew this so he spent bare time writing crap for us losers [those at the Frankfurt school got patience!!] to sift through.....I likes that theory.....write bare crap then when you die someone will make your work better than it was.....this doesn't apply to rap music. Yes - everything I just said was a bunch of nonsense....I just miss writing on here and wanted to abuse this right.

OMGOSH - I have just finished writing a page of my dissertation on how New Kids On The Block RIPPED off black music [NKOTB - I still love you guys!!! I'm just writing bad stuff bout you cos I want a higher mark on my musical thesis!!] anywho.... whilst I read up about them I stumbled across this.....

Donnie Wahlberg has been in a lot of films, because he always randomly pops up somewhere and Ihave to rub my eyes and ask 'Why is Mark Wahlberg looking so OLD'.

Anyways.....this is gonna shock you but.....[drum solo from Travis Barker...drool]....DONNIE WAHLBERG PLAYED THAT CRAZY GUY IN SIXTH SENSE!!!!!!!
I'm still in shock......he is a VERY good actor.....all those roles Marky Mark gets should be given to the better Wahlberg.......

HEEEEEERES DONNIE!

Don't tell me I'm wrong because the film credits do say that the guy above is Donnie 'uh-oh oooo-oh , THE RIGHT STUFF!' Wahlberg

*I am* Contemplating kites and Proper....[I would never do that by the way :0) smiley face with a clown nose is much betta]

Crayola will be MINE!

I'm stressed. I have too many essays to complete in the last four weeks of my prison sentence.

Uni is bad. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

I'm typing this while my brother considers whether he should pick the blue pencil over the burgundy one.

I watch him colour in his Power Rangers characters. He holds the picture up, 'hmmm', more contemplating.

The pencil is now down to the last grain and my hairs stand on end due to the horrible sound it makes.

I love watching my brother stress over keeping every pencil stroke within the lines. I used to be the same.

Picking the right colour for the saber is his biggest stress right now. Right now I would gladly trade in my essays for a colouring book. If only he knew that those 'fun times' running, aimlessly, in the playground will soon be a distant memory ......he'd probably use those crayola's for firewood.

That's it. I'm getting a colouring book.

I wanna blog like crazy but I can't because of my work. Just four weeks and I shall be all over this like flies on dog crap. Amber on Kanye. Or Christina Milian on....whoever. [Note: I love Ms. Milian - she's so cute!]

And someone asked me why I'm not blogging as much as I did before. Let's be real, I'm not friggin Kanye he may have the status to employ a team of ghostbloggers. I don't.

*I am* ......Huh! Oh and Proper

Wasted: Why do I always break stuff? Good stuff!

Everytime I go out, I dance.....and me and my dudes dance HARD-D! Trust Me!

So hard that I keep breaking my damn earrings!!!! Literally, I'll be like 'THAT'S MY SONG!' and with one flick of my hair - a earring will go flying. I'm just surprised that I always find them....but then they do say: 'If you love someone[my earrings], let them go and if it's meant to be, they will come back.....I dunno if that was correct but it makes sense to me!

First up, the Valentines Day massacre......

My vintage Chanel [fake but still vintage] earrings flew off whilst I was skanking out on the dancefloor on Valentines day@ Work It [this was the same night I nearly lost my Mum's vintage brooch!]. Me being toooo excited about the song and all pocket-less in my all-in-one bodysuit, I decided to put them in my plimsolls. Big mistake.

By the end of the night, they were not as gold as they used to be, a few little diamante's fell out....oh and the clasps had snapped of the back of both of them to finish 'em off real good! But, I'm gonna fix these soon because I love them, dearly.

The above photo, from a previous post, was not me trying to be quirky.....my hands are covering my Chanel-less ears because I HATE taking photos without earrings!!! I shall remix Sisqo's 'Incomplete' for this one...

"Without earrings, my face is incompleeeeeeete...."

Oh and is doesn't stop there....here are some more gold earrings broken/separated/turned silver after one wear.....

• 
  
  The shell earrings at the top are supposed to be attached to the rope buttons....


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  The Egyptian ones on the left below the Chanel's were gold and turned silver after 5hours of dancing....


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  I think my heart diamond got...actually NO...it wasn't because I was dancing! I'm sure I broke them when I tipped over the jewellery stand from my shelf and it smashed all over the floor! [scatty loser]


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  The rope hoops flew off whilst I was doing the Single Ladies dance at a party....I had an audience haha so when it flew off I was like "whatever"! Beyonce dropped down a flight of stairs head first so why should an earring stop me huh?

I really miss the heart diamond ones though......*wipes tear*

*I am* Hood and Shimmy Shimmy YA

Kara invented the REMIX: Lady KarKar

Whilst I eat more food during this tumultuous time of dissertations and essays I have been subjected to Lady Gaga 'Just Dance' on repeat because of some girly-wirly girl on campus. Oh and someone used some of my milk .....and some of my spoons have gone missing - thieving campus dudes!!!

I am a cereal fanatic so this annoys me the most: There are always approx. EIGHT BOXES of cereal in my room as I live on cereals!

Anyways, I thought this was a good representation of my current state....

Lady KarKar 'Just Eat' Lyrics

[Verse]

I've had a little bit too much, much,

All of my essays have built up (have built up now),

How do I spell my name, can't find notes for essays,

Where are my spoons, they took my milk, milk,

What's....go....ing on in the world,

(I don't remember be-cause I'm stressed by my journalist course),

Keep it cool - that's what Mum always says,

(But when I'm a-lone I heard junk food telling me),

[Chorus]

JUST EAT!

U gotta be on K - to go uni!

JUST EAT!

Send that pasta baby and those donuts!

JUST EAT!

Gonna be okay....just just

JUST EAT

EAT

EAT

JUST-Just-EAT!

*I am* Watching Eastenders online and Proper

She tried to play me, I got all crazy and things just wasn't the same: Sentence-Word

Someone's auntie tried to boy me today!...Actually, she DID boy me! [for those who don't know 'to boy, is to disrespect' ;)]

As I proceeded to drag myself to the till point with some trainers, a swimming costume and a weird polo dress, something familiar caught my eye.....someone's auntie had picked up these brilliantly-trashy Moschino leggings I wanted!!!

So I said: "HEY - those are the leggings iiiiii wanted!" [obviously]


I stalked nearby, as you do, and watched her movements.

She look at them like,*African Voice* 'Hmmm okay....maybe these will be okay for me I'm not sure...'. [You know that face your auntie does, kinda like a fish or Ciara's dancing mouth, when she's checking out whether the real leather Fendi bag in that 'Asian man shop' is actually real....yes - because they would really sell Fendi in the 'Asian man shop'].

So these leggings are now being abusively, stretched to see if there is enough give for her auntie-legs and I'm like, "Okay this is getting too ridiculous now - she obviously does want them that much if she's pondering and stretching!"


Anyway, ignoring my shyness, I decided to SWOOP down on her like a security guard and blurted out:

"Excuse-me-are-you-buying-those-for-definite-cos-I-want-em."

If done right, it should sound like one word, 'sentence-word', here's why:

• Because it's all one word the urgency sounds intimidating your voice should be as sweet as candy


• The multi function of the 'sentence-word' means they can't get a word in edge ways and you will sound a lil crazy so it gives the impression that if they say 'oh but I really want it', you won't let it go and probably start crying whilst, slyly, taking refuge in the left leg of the leggings to wipe away the tears....


• Sentence-word all sounds more like a statement so the person usually gets confused, as to how someone could be so brass and step into their personal shopping space


• Whilst the brassiness of the opening line marinates the person's mind will wonder 'what shall I say that will make me sound non-bitchy/empathetic/genuine


• As they think about this answer they kinda forget why they wanted the item in the first place - NOW YOU'VE GOT 'EM WHERE YOU WANT 'EM!


• The person will start to feel a slight guilt for holding something that now means nothing to them because they have no valid reason for wanting to steal the retail joy from your heart. YES that is what they are now doing...they are STEALING what is rightfully yours!


• Now, as they give you a measly, indefinite answer to test whether you will leave them be, stare intensely in their eyes as if you are the human lie detector....
  
• It usually gets easier from here....they WILL hand over YOUR goods...muahaha...like taking candy from a-

Auntie: "Oh no sorry - I'm buying deesss one"

Me: "But I really want it!?" [alternate plan : Do sad-shocked face]

Auntie: "Hmph - [she does the auntie laugh where they shake off how much you want something - like when you wanted to go to that party...and they don't care who's 'child is going cos you're not GOING!]

Me: "I really do though so if you're not buying it-"

Auntie: "If I see another one [she reverses her trolley away from me] I will let you know."

Me: "Erm?!?" [I look at my friend , confused as to why auntie has walked off when I have finished what I planned to start]

Auntie: "Oh look - anoda one!"

Me: "Awww thanks!" [auntie hands over the new one she found and I continue to thank her...]

Auntie:"No - wait - is that one I gave you too small?

Me: "Huh? [auntie then takes the new one she found from my hands and throws me the one from her shopping trolley - I look at the label ] This is a size 8....[I look at the label again] So what's the one you have?

Auntie: "This is....TEN" [she tries to move swiftly from me, again!]

Me: What! [my friend laughs at me as we both realise that auntie tricked me because she saw that the new one she found and gave to me was bigger!]
Auntie: "But you are young - you got young body [she stretches the leggings with force] this is much better for you [she looks over her shoulder to reverse away from me] its much better..."

Me: "But-"

Auntie: "Ohhh alright! You wait - here - if it doesn't fit - you can have deess one okay?"

Me: "Okay....."

So she boyed me again whilst she shopped for another 15mins whilst I innocently, followed her and tried to shout out 'look at this bargain!' here and there, hoping she would see something in my hands that she liked....that didn't work. I ended up hanging around the changing rooms screwfaced: "THIS IS LONGGGGG! Why is she acting like she's trying dem on? She's got like FIFTY auntie-type clothes she's trying on and my 'young body' leggings....she's only doing this cos she can see that I wanted em!!! She's probably going to wear them for 'yam and plantain' shopping! Why is she BOYING MEEEEE! I'm soooooo-
Auntie: "HEY - You! Here take it!"[standing at the entrance of the changing rooms, with her top halfway on, she hands me the leggings and customers look confused as to why I would want what auntie has]

Trashflash:

The Moral: Sentence- word mate, sentence-word. Never fails.

By the way, I'm sorry my photos always look budget. The uni surroundings are dead and I initially took this to send to a friend as a text message haha! It looks better on the left but hey!

I got this jumper too....and the black bag hanging in the back trying to get some of my attention....I plan to pay off uni fines this week so I don't have no mo' cashmoney woes!

*I am* Hood and Laughing at my superhero/cliched poses

Shut. Up.

She needs to shut up on a real!

I'm in my room, trying to get my head around what seems to be the hardest Marx theory ever even though I totally understood it yesterday. I have been stuck on the introduction to my essay just because I keep forgetting the meaning behind the stupid theoryyyyy-aaaAAARRRRRGHHhhh!!!

And this fresh girl from some next country has been talking a load of waste for the past 30mins in the kitchen....I'm not in the kitchen - am I?
I might as well be!
Why is her voice so irritatingly louder than everyone else?
Not only that, but I'm hearing a lot of 'Really....yeah....really.....yeah ....yeah....REALLY...' from the other girls in the kitchen.....OBVIOUSLY THEY DON'T CARE!!!!
Those girls are trapped because they have to cook so this girl is just lapping it up and talking about how boring her lecture was and how tired she was and how boring it is when she's tired in her boring lecture because she doesn't wanna be at her lecture but she doesn't want...SEE HOW BORING IT SOUNDS!!!

I am getting hungrier by the minute and I know I have some Jallof rice, courtesy of my Mum, waiting for me in the fridge but I'm not going in there because I will end up putting on a fake happy face when I really feel like scuffing.

Oh now I'm remembering that African guy SHOUTING down the phone this morning in between hoovering the corridor. Double loudness. I ended up shouting shut up through my door but he didn't hear cos he was too friggin' LOUD!!!

And someone is cooking something that is making my chest feel TIIIIIGHT!!!! I don't know what fish is cooking but the fumes are making me feel like an elephant is sitting on my lungs.

Stupid essay!

*I am* Hood and Going to go NUTS on these people very soon.....

Just when I thought things were goin well...

My first day back at uni (I missed the other lectures this week haha) so I think that was the reason why I got on the tube in the direction of South London.....my subconscious was telling me 'GO HOME ROGER!'. Embarrassed, I contemplated when I should or should not get off....'wait a second - these people don't even know that I got on the wrong tube so why am I trying to hide it- QUICK - doors - closing!!!!'. Me being who I am, I was already late to my 2.30pm lesson [as usual] so this didn't make it any better. Then again I am late to every lesson. So much so that a girl in one of my lectures complained about me at the Board of Studies Meeting with the uni officials:

'This girl who is always late [obviously that is me!] has been late to EVERY lecture and seminar we have - it's not right - she is always late and I am on time but she is always allowed in [boo hoo!] - it disrupts my learning [What learning??? You're too busy kissing-ass!] - we have to stop this [YES! We must!]....'

She then broke down in front of all the lecturers and students. I was told that there was a very awkward silence before the lecturers moved on to other more 'important' issues ha! Maybe that's why I'm starting to enjoy being late....seeing her turn blue in the face makes my sun SHINE! And I don't disrupt anyone because they all KNOW I'm going to be late. Maybe I should text her to let her know when I'm coming so it's not surprise and she can concentrate better. LOL! I think she tried to snitch on me because she was stressed and I always look happy - even when I'm sad. *Rubbish Polish accent*I forgive.

Later that day, I am told that I have a fine of £39.90 in library books. Books that I HAVE NOT EVEN GOT ROUND TO USING YET!!!!! True to form, I shrugged it off and concentrated on a happy place.......happy place......happy place.....HAPPY PLAAAAACE.....

The upside of today was that I had scrambled eggs on toast for dinner in a cafe with some uni dudes to celebrate the return of one the dudes who spent half the year 'enriching' her Spanish degree in sunny Espana [too long a sentence]. After that we went to another gals house to jam-a-lam even though we all have unfinished dissertations. Lots of laughing at Sisqo's adlibs in Lil Kim's 'How Many Licks' video, Aubrey O'Day and Amber Rose's ex-GIRLFRIEND (I told you she was a fame-ho!).

LENT starts today!!! I always flop on the start date so I wanna be on point this year! Hmmm....what to give up:

CHOCOLATE? Yeah I'ma give up chocolate! Oh and I wanna give up losers too!!!

I will now attempt to do work.....attempt. Intrinsic and intertextual........drool!

[I just yawned the 'tired yawn'.....dammit!]

This video cheered me up some mo'....

*I am* Pancaked OUT and Proper

'Back for the First Time'

I have just got back to uni after my 'week of waste' and I feel like it's my first time being in this dull place. I noticed this feeling of unfamiliarity as I turned the key in my door an unnecessary amount of times even though it was open after the first turn. I also forgot about the annoying chicken that crows around 10.45pm (yes - some idiot leaving nearby has a chicken and it crows soooo much that I KNOW what times during the day/night that it will make that unearthly yelp!).

After dumping my bags, I checked to see if anyone had stolen my unwashed pasta pan in the kitchen, 'Still there - good,' as if anyone would take it. Walking ever so slowly as I marvelled at the oh-so fresh suede-ness of my new kick-a-licks [see below], I returned to my room to find the light was off. Now, everyone knows I tend to have the memory of Dory so me being lost, I simply turned the light back on, 'OH - the light went out - I get it ....great...aaawww man - that creepy, freshy security guard who used to try and move to my friends when they lived on halls is the only person who can help me....I don't even make eye contact with him.....maybe I should just ask him - hold up - but that means he has to come into my room - nahhh bruv - not with them shoes he's been trekking the vomit-strewn halls with - ya must be mad cuzzy! Actually, I can deal with the darkness.....but the Freemasons might get me in the night.....right - lets go to the security dude....'

So after swallowing a lot of pride (and I mean A LOT), I went to the security dude's office and told him my light went out.

"Erm - hi..."

"Hiii..."

"....yeaaa erm - my light went out so erm I was just wondering if [images of him walking with me into my room crept up again 'ABORT, ABORT!']....I was wondering if I could ask for help from... the maintenance people [yeah - nice diversion] tomorrow - the morning right? - because I don't mind, as you have to guard this place overnight, I don't wanna-"

"Don't worry - you can fix it yourself....have you done it before?"

"Yeah?" Nope. [Double Entendre]

"So you just turn it round yeh....here's the bulb alright...you do know-"

"Yeah - I do - thanks."

Taking off, like a bullet, back to my room, a feeling of relief entered my lungs, 'That wasn't so bad.....now, back to the light.' You know those big ol' round lights that are fixed on bathroom walls and that - my campus room has one of those so I knew the deal, 'twist and OFF'! So as I got through to the 78th turn, I accepted that this ain't a 'twist and off' job'.
"I bet he knew I would'nt be able to do this....fool....well I ain't goin' back that's fo' sure!"

So I'm using my precious Ikea bedroom lamp now. I hate using up my own stuff when I got free stuff to burn out!

Oh and that rave that I was supposed to be drowning my sorrows in.....how about I didn't get in! It was THAT packed! 'I'm not going to another', I decided! I'm moving on to a different free rave where scene people are not a priority but a minority. I won't be doing this until I finish uni in April and counting >>> [Check my countdown, ha!]

And my posts are going to become bitter at times because I'm not in South ...I'm at uni...where the sun never shines.

NOW, back to footwear! I quite like the LA Lakers colourway so I fulfilled this 'like' in a pair of Nike Blazer High Premiums last year. However, recently I bought the lovely LA Delta Force kicks, so now I'm sooooo over the Blazers. To be honest, the Blazers are half a size too big! BUT I got them because they were in the Boxing Day sale at Niketown (and are still full price in my place of work for some strange reason!?!?!). I was getting a deal at Niketown so I was ON IT! Not anymore though, as my unworn Blazers have never come out of their box since then haha!

Which ones do you think are better [it won't affect my decision muahaha!]....or should I just keep both even though I'm as broke as a bank?

*I am*: Stuffing my face with a 4-pack of Yum Yums and Proper

The week of Waste

It's Friday. I look back at the week and realise that I have wasted the last holiday I have before I hand in my final year work. I spent the week with a lopsided afro (my hair was in a curly afro cos I couldn't be bothered to stratighten it after I went to Work It). All the waste postmen got a glimpse of me rocking the Sideshow Bob do, mismatch house clothes much to my Mum's annoyance ("FIX YOUR HAIR, KARA! Don't be so bush!"). I have such crazy issues going on in my head, I can't begin comprehend them myself. Nor do I have the urge to bore my family with them.

I played the 'I'm doing work' game all week by not telling anyone that the hours I spent on the laptop were not for uni purposes. They were for 'me' purposes. This is the time that I spend completely blocking out the real world. Being 'me' meant that not once did I research things for my dissertation (even though I created a dissertation idea about my first love, music), I ignored the emails from uni, questions about uni etc. ANYTHING that would help me towards finishing uni, was alien to me this week. This now means that I am a week behind everyone at uni and all the work I handed in for the primary deadline (which was total rubbish), I now have to do EVERYDAY in between lectures and sleeping. Basically, by lazying around this week, I have risked the outcome of my sanity and the prospect of leaving uni with a 2:1!!!

Yes, I told myself I was going to be totally ghost in my final year and no, I have not lived up to this. So, yet again, last minute is when I decide to get serious. This means extra stress and even more effort to not go shopping every minute of my life! HAHAHAHA [manic laughter whilst my eyes widen from the shock that I am laughing in such disaterous times].

One kind lecturer let me know what one of my marks was out of three final pieces I have handed in last week. It was a point away from a First degree mark. This was quite annoying because it reminded me of the brains I DO have.....but I'm just too lazy to use them - and I hate my uni. My friends think I'm just being the 'joker' when I say I hate uni. It's not the student life that annoys me, it's the course content. I feel cheated - like they lied about the course just to get me trapped in some academic hell where the devil wears bad clothes and throws quick-fire round questions at you when they know that somehow among all that fire and brimstone, you have been asleep.

My friend took a pic of the Alps from an aeroplane and posted it on Facebook this week - very nice it was...my comment was something along the lines of: "The money I would pay just to jump out of that plane onto the Alps.....".

My nails are drying. I'm waking up in five hours to go to work. After work, I'm going to party with the losers in the previous post's photos![I wrote this coz I don't like leaving things on a bad note....its so selfish!] Oh and I call different sets of my friends 'Dudes', 'Biatches', 'Bozo's', 'Losers'.....don't ask why....but each group is used to it now coz they know it's all LURVE BABY!!!!
Oh and my hair has grown a LITTLE teeny bit, so that made me happy cos I was malting like Sheeba the friggin cat around New Years, so my spirits are slowly lifting.

I'm not reading over this for mistakes.....going to uni is a mistake, but I don't complain. DO I!
ARGGHHHHH...why are birds chirping!!!! I'm going to bed NOWWWW!!

*I am*: Straight hair and Proper

Wasted: Royal Mail SUCKS!!!

The postmen in my area are WASTE!!! I swear down!

Many times I have been shaken out of my sweeeeeet dreams of sunshine and sea breeze to my stupid doorbell (which is louder than a foghorn). IT'S THE POSTMAN!!! You literally fly down the stairs like some crazy ghost screaming 'GIMME A SEC'! Jingling keys as loudly as you can while you try and get yourself clothed before the eyes of the poststranger - breaking a sweat - you twist the door latch and open the door to......yes you've guessed it....AIRRRRRRRR!!!! You were in such a rush grabbing clothes together that you don't even realise that the 'SORRY YOU WERE OUT' note is already lying beneath the letterbox!

I remember my Mum wanted a package soooo much that she woke me up at 7am! She was that serious about it! Anyway, why is it that when the doorbell did ring I looked out the window upstairs and saw that the dude was jogging to the postvan he had parked on the street across from mine!!!!! WHAAAAT! Speeding to the door in my dressing gown and jumping into my dunks, (never attempt this look if you have bait White dressing gown on and you live near a bus stop like me), I ran outta my house and hopped over the gate to hail him down like I was doing the 'signal the plane' dance. BOY......he was dust! ....Then my bus went past.....as usual, the people in my area get another glimpse of my bizness!!!!

Why am I having to chase them???? What is this??? I ain't some nutty babymama after child support??? They need to calm their asses down and wait a minute or two before they go. I mean that man was not serious.....ringing the doorbell then making a getaway??? He's going on like he gets to keep the parcel........fool. My mum was mad at me like I never ran hard enough....ERM.....I WAS IN MY DRESSING GOWN!!!!WHO IS ON ROAD IN A DRESSING GOWN WITH NO TROUSERS AND KICKS???!!!

And the package that was supposed to arrive today and I got an email confirming this......where is it.....?

*I am*: Hood and Angry