Dinner With Dead People

I am convinced that during that amazing storm last night something happened to me. I was sitting chatting to a bunch of people on Mxit, Ash about her birthday, Hilton about his love life and Mich about fantasy dinners...

Well for anyone who was paying attention, the storm last night was massive with hail stones the size of giant marbles falling at my house. And because of this everyone was having trouble staying connected, every lightening strike flattened my signal. Anyway, Ash disappeared and Hilton just fell off the face of the earth.. but Michelle somehow managed to stay connected.

We chatted for ages about fantasy dinners that she would like to have with certain famous people. It got a bit weird considering it sounded as if this was all really real and she was meeting all these famous celebrities, dead and alive. Anyway, I then noticed that no-one else was coming or going online, so I logged off to reset my phone. Now this is where it gets weird...

My phone had actually frozen, somehow Michelle and I had stayed connected, and when I reloaded my phone that connection had been broken. I felt like I had somehow accessed an alternate universe discussing dead people with her. And when I reloaded I had joined the real world again... It was freaky.. I'm still not quite sure if I had really been talking to Michelle or a freaky entity accessed through the lightening of the storm.

Cheese, Wine and The L Word

Last night Michelle and I seemed to gain some normalcy after we both stumbled onto bad TV and proceeded to watch it together on Mxit. We get very involved in discussing plot, characters, themes.. ok fine we like to perv over the pretty guys in bad TV (never mind that they can't act, they can just look pretty). Anyway, what was the show? Boondocks, a really random cartoon that last night advocated why one should never get arrested... You will undoubtedly be anally raped if you do. However, there was a reason for watching this bad TV... I wanted to watch a re-run of the L Word, something that I never figured weird until Ash's emotional outburst about the evils of watching lesbians. Can't say that I paid much attention to her, I think it's brilliant, shame I think I scared her.

Mich told me that we really shouldn't be watching this together in the first place. Dear old Dr Jones already thinks that Michelle and I are closet lovers and if she discovered this little liaision it would further condemn us to the department. Personally, I wasn't too fazed... well not until Mich pulled out the idea of eating a grilled cheese and I suggested wine simultaneously. That's when I think things got a little pear-shaped for her.. As soon as she realised that once again we would be discussing cheese, whilst slightly intoxicated, and watching the L Word I think she got scared... she changed to Kim Possible.

Can you imagine what people would think if they knew we were watching that and enjoying cheese and wine? Well that had both of us in fits of hysterics... well me mainly, Mich just sent a couple of lols. Oh well let them imagine... actually it worries me that some people are so obsessed with this whole thing, why care unless there's some freaky secrets being harboured... Hmmmm....

Why Yes... I am Awesome

YAY!!! Today I wrote my final exam... not just for the year... ever!! After 12 years of crappy government instilled education and four at UKZN I have finally reached the point where I am just too damn over qualified to write exams or tests anymore. And to think my high school Maths teacher said I wouldn't even pass Matric... shows how much that sad little loser knew... oh wait... he only has one little degree... hahahahahaha. Ok so maybe I sound a little harsh, but if you did Maths with that man you'd also be laughing maniacally.

After I finished writing I went to a postgrad/farewell/whatever lunch with everyone from my department. And what did I learn from this wonderful experience... Never drink double vodkas... they mess you up... needless to say I should've listened to Meg those many weeks ago. Oh well at least everyone expects me to be a drunkard so I don't think anyone really cared. Not that I'll be seeing many of these people again, shame... all going out to try and find a place in this big bad world... I'm just staying put... here in my little hole... where all the magic of the my little brain happens.

And in all honesty... what have I learnt from my years of education and brilliance... that certain people are worth your time and others.... well lets just leave at..... wear a belt, and maybe a less revealing top

Can't Sleep...

Yesterday Kevin asked me where I got my Google talk profile picture... a badge saying: "Can't Sleep... Clowns Will Eat Me!" And in all honesty, I never thought it was evil or dirty until he pointed out why he wanted it... And now I don't think I'll ever look at that phrase the same way again! Apparently one of his friends dated a clown... and that's about as much info that I needed before my little brain started working over time.

I'm considering putting it up though in the post grad room next year... we can't sleep anyway so why not have a profound reason for it... I mean saying you working all night is getting a bit old... Now when everyone asks why you look like you just crawled out from under a cactus bush you can say: "I was hiding from the clowns... If I sleep........ (whisper) they'll eat me....

It Emerged...

Yet again I left a project til the absolute last minute to complete... Sorry Subesh (head hung in shame)... but in all honesty I just wasn't feeling it. After getting through my dissertation, I just feel like I should be on holiday. Bad bad idea!! Especially, since this project counts about 50% toward my Corporate mark. And how late did I wait to start it you may ask? 3am THIS morning! And it's an absolute load of rubbish.. but like I said I am just not feeling it. At least I made it all pretty with reinforcement stickers :)

Actually, the most interesting thing that happened in regard to this project was my encounter with Gargantuim the spider that lives in my study. I was furiously trying to Spank the Frank without mutilating too many penguins when I looked over at my pretty new printer (that is still not working) and I see these legs emerging over the back of it. I swear I could hear the Jaws theme music start up somewhere in the distance as I watched these legs morph into the biggest spider I'd ever seen... I actually think it may have been a rare breed of poodle, but I wasn't about to take a closer look... it was the same width as my printer dammit!!

Even though it only took about half a second, everything seemed to take about 5 minutes. I finally found a use for my Corporate textbook... no I didn't swat it with it... gross I didn't want dog guts all over my pretty new printer or on my book for that matter. No all I had to do was show the cover of the book to Gargantuim and he ran... actually jumped and scuttled over the desk... to where I don't know. But at least now I know that my textbook will be used far into the future to battle the evils that live under my computer.

Breathe In Breathe Out

Today I had to present my research findings to all the Media lecturers.. easy right.. I know this stuff backwards... I did spend six months doing, it didn't I? True, but let's just say I have a little problem with prepared public speaking. And picturing any of them in their tighty whities, terrifies me so I prefer not to imagine them naked (shivers down spine)... not that they not all special and amazingly good-looking in their own ways, I would just prefer to think of them fully clothed.

I don't know why I get so nervous, maybe it had to do with being cast as a tricycyle in the nativity play... that's bound to shatter a child's confidence. A TRICYCLE???? How does that fit into the nativity? People hadn't even invented the wheel at that stage!! Ok so it's official... it is the fault of my Class One teacher for crushing my confidence.

Actually, I liked being the trike... I got to race around the corridors "practicing". I guess that I just get nervous cause I don't like having to prove myself... bullshitting is easy and if you confident enough no-one will question you. However, with this type of stuff you have to be sharp... especially with Prof van der Hoven around... he's bound to test your knowledge using the biggest words and terms imaginable...

"Do you feel that Facebook is contributing or detracting from the new public sphere as an online democracy as viewed by the earlier theories of Habermas?"
......Ah........ actually some of the research that I have conducted has pointed to..... um...... to both aspects.... but I think it needs further investigation.... (What the hell does that mean?). But I guess it couldn't be all bad... he said I conducted a very professional presentation... wait is that code for it was pretty just no substance.... EEEP!!!

Michelle says I'm just being paranoid as usual, but it worries me that the questions from my lecturers after I had finished revolved, not around my research, but about my personal life and how they think I should find a nice boyfriend to cuddle over Christmas. I mean WTF?!!? And then I hear remarks from people such as they want to know when other people have booked me... booked me for what? What is going on? I thought I was presenting my Facebook rubbish, not providing a random service for driving away the male species. I'm so confused....