Trust Nairobi uni...

I have FINALLY finished my exams. I don't think I've been this relieved since that last paper in form 4...good times *sigh+reminiscence* anyway my lecturer gave me something to complain about today and I am not known to waste a good rant so here goes;

STUPID STUPID public universities. And your stupid lecturers. I put down my last paper very jazzed that I'm just going check if my labwork has been marked and then rush home to watch my new addiction (big brother. Ok not really. Just Munya *cat noises* the man is sex on legs!)and guess what. My marks for first sem hadn't been recorded. SERIOUSLY! And I was so hardworking when it came to labwork last sem! I barely dubbed results and used more than wikipedia to research my work then they don't record it! Not a big deal right? Wrong. I have to run around campus chasing the lecturer because the guy who was marking my reports was fired/transferred/died or something of that nature. The lecturer makes me and some other unlucky souls follow him around like we're some kind of roving caravan and then starts complaining that he can't record all our marks. Luckily I was like the third person in line so I finished up and ran away before another story came up.

Kenyan public institutions need to reform. Just because I am a member of the youth doesn't mean that I enjoy long distance runs around campus. Organization means not hanging up a list of results before getting ALL the results. It also means taking records from people who get fired/transfer/die or something of that nature. SERIOUSLY!

Lazy ass people

Is tired. Physically tired of running around for half the day tending to my parents. I swear African(I'm saying this 'cause I don't know the situation on any other continent and saying 'African' makes it less personal and less offensive to my parents) parents are the LAZIEST people in existence! I'm only going to talk about how they are at home. I know that at work they're hardworking and stuff (or rather I'm assuming because they still have jobs) but when they get home MY GOD! I know I sound really evil for bashing my parents like this but seriously listen to my point of view.

I am grateful that they are such loving parents. They never deny me permission for anything and are not stingy with their money BUT honestly you cannot call me from my room to give you the remote which is less than 2 feet away. You could have stretched. You cannot wake me up to make your breakfast when I was out last night. It's TEA, you've made it before. You can do it. I believe in you. It's not fair to send me to do 5 things at the same time and expect them to all be done at once. If you wanted me to be able to accomplish such feats then you should have had an octopus instead of a baby. And seriously, calling me 'darling' does not make the very unnecessary errands you've made me do less annoying, especially when I know that a term of endearment can only be followed by, "could you get me..."

Living with parents sucks sometimes. Especially now since my mum went on a bed sheet shopping spree and bought beautiful sheets that make me feel like I'm sleeping between 2 slices of toast. Anyway in unrelated but important news, due to exams (in like 2 days) I won't be able to update my blog for the next 2 weeks. Miss me (not a request but a command :) )

Get down!

It's a command. One me and my insane friends could not seem to pass down last night...now before your mind wanders I'm referring to a dance and not whatever depraved act you wanted to think. A command from who(m) you may ask. It was a command from madtraxx. Yes the musician. I'd like to have said that we were hanging out or something but its just the song 'get down' which kept being played the whole night. One of us decided that it would be a good idea if we dropped whenever the phrase was said and we all agreed(in our defense, most of us were not in our right minds). If you've heard the song you know that there are like 2 second intervals between the times he says 'get down' and he says it about a million times in the chorus so now that I think about it we must have looked like we were having a p.e. lesson on the dance floor. The first 2 times we heard the song we all 'got down' but as the night wore on, complaints of knee and thigh aches increased along with the number of people who sat down. I don't know whats wrong with me. I have this abnormal amount of self-confidence (and maybe some silliness) that makes me think I'm superhuman and will not feel the effects of doing the damn dance every single time the song comes on...all I'm going to say is that I am at the moment unable to walk. God help me :)

I should be reading...

I have a chemistry C.A.T. in a couple of days and I cannot understand why I can't seem to make myself study. It's seriously annoying. I had said that this semester I would be more serious, study harder but it seems that my procrastinating ass wants to do that next sem. I think I've tried all methods of concentration enhancement. I even tried yoga (I'm serious. A friend told me to try a while ago 'cause she's kinda into it and claims that it helps) but felt silly trying to do a pose called laughing dog or something like that. There's a lot of stretching involved so I didn't feel relaxed but I was probably doing it wrong anyway.

I'll keep this one short since I should not even be writing it anyway. I need to find a way to motivate myself into studying for that C.A.T. Chemistry is not a unit I can afford to play around with...I think. Earlier I was trying to remember what I did in high school for motivation then I remembered that my performance was mostly based on God's grace and the repetitive nature of exam questions so it didn't help. I don't quite remember school before that. Maybe I'll google the word motivation and see what comes up.adidas Men's Kanadia 2 TR Running Shoe,Black/White/Black Silver,8 M

Bored people

I know my blog is about 'the rantings of a very bored girl' but seriously there are those more bored than I and I think it's in order for me to pay homage to such bored people. They help me know that I am not alone and I don't have it as bad as other people. There are 2 people in particular I would like to thank but I think at this point I have to insert a disclaimer so that you don't think I'm weird:

DISCLAIMER: I zker am in no way a bestialist nor do I take pleasure in knowing about the functions of the reproductive organs of any animals that are not homo sapiens sapiens. The following material was obtained from the internet due to my need to know strange and useless things that will never aid any aspect of my life-a product of my own boredom.

Anyway, the first person I would like to pay tribute to is the guy(I'm assuming its a dude because I still have faith in women) who discovered that a pig's orgasm lasts half an hour. WHAT THE HELL??!!! Who even cares that pigs have orgasms? And did the pig really allow him to check? Aren't pigs violent? Did he sedate it? Where was the male pig at this time? There are men who can't er...'satisfy' women, so is the male pig a better lover than some men? Seriously. So he was just sitting at home and thought, "Hmm. Why don't I watch pigs do each other then measure the vaginal contractions of the female." (I hope he didn't use his hands by the way. Eeew.) I have never been that bored. Maybe there's a scientific significance but 'til I know what that is...I congratulate this guy for making me feel better. I wonder what his next line of research was. Pig kamasutra? Nasty animals.

Next is the first person to eat an egg. This one came to me in the form of my brother (I don't think I'll use his name as he often does not like to be associated with me...don't know why though. I'm fantastic) who said that the first guy to eat an egg must have been brave. Why? Who would think of eating something that came out of a chicken's ass??? Chicken are disgusting creatures. And they crap from the same hole. You may be thinking no...the person was probably hungry. I disagree. I think the person was bored and this is my reason; there are almost no discoveries in history that came out of situations where people are in dire need of something. Almost all of them are accidents. So people were probably sitting together and someone said'" Dude...I dare you to eat that white shit the chicken just crapped," and voila! Breakfast! :)