So school resumed. Properly. New semester and an almost new set of lecturers... And new units. Like what? Financial and actuarial maths (oh Jesus Christ of Nazareth whats that!?!?!). To make matters worse my supplementary math exam was pushed forward from end of September to Saturday! (yesterday) oh my God it was awful. Really. I read and practiced but it still came off as awful. (shit) got my results from last semester. I didn't want to know how I performed. Did quite well! Got A's and B's. Even passed statistics...
Aside that, there's been getting him out of my system....D. Entirely. Absolutely. Void of him. Null. Empty. Difficult to do. I've been looking at his status updates on fakebook (oooooooppps!!! Mean facebook. Oh. My. Gosh. I "accidentally" mispelt it again). He seems to be doing fine. i've stopped looking altogether because its part of the "moving on" process... Friends are helping too. They are talking about everything else BUT men. Men are a no no for now. I feel like telling them its alright, bitch about them but I like the current silence of that topic. (mmmm hmmm)
And then he calls me. I gave emo to answer that call. We were in a pub.. I honestly didnt want to speak to him in the state I was. (high bodering drunk) emo said he'd call later. He didn't. He facebooked though. Got a message saying "hi hope your having fun" blah blah blah. It was like a drunk message or something. I think he thought I was going for the queer party that night and I suspect he was there.. I wasn't. Im tired of those parties. No party till December for me. And life moves on.
On Tuesday Mother dearest was rummaging through my wardrobe looking for a top or something (oh oh). "oh dont mind me..." she said. (I mind!! alot!) she nearly found my ciggs! (BLOODY SHIT!) My secret stash of cigarettes were nearly found.. But she missed them (phew). On that note... I did an amazing thing. Well I think it was amazing. I threw away my cigarettes!!! (yaey for me!) its been 7 weeks since last I smoked... Even at the last party I sooo didn't gaff... So I threw them into the bin.....only for my big brother to walk in (shit!). I stuffed them down the dustbin (eeeeewwww) with my bare hand ( Again, eeeeewwww!!!!) and quickly pretended to be throwing a tea bag.. (phew) oh, with the exception of my sister no one knew I smoked... With those gone what on earth will I do when im stressed?
Drink? (Hmmmm) Bitch? (Maybe) Beat someone? (Seems likely) Scream? (umm...) I dont know.. Yet.
My wardrobe has hidden various items. My stash of goodies. Booze and ciggs mainly. Its seen Baileys, smirnoff, richot, viceroy... The odd comfort chocolates (old Jamaica et al), a dog (yes, when city council askaris were looking for unlicensed dogs in the estate and entering homes' compounds we hid a Rhodesian ridgeback the size of a Labrador in there, and got away with it) and....teddy bears. Dont ask. The drinks were for nightcap or stress purposes, but mainly nightcaps. Or when the craving strikes. Hehe.
Its had no booze since the night I downed half a litre of brandy. I need something new... Been craving a martini. Whats better, martini rosso or martini bianco? one shall be bought. And soon! Do not drink and drive btw. You might hit a bump/run over your in-law/ animal and spill your drink. (Seriously!)
yesterday gothic one was treating a bunch of friend to the most hilarious play I've ever watched. The 43rd kenyan tribe. Oh my goodness heartstrings Kenya make fantastic plays... I was in stitches!!! My ribs hurt! Schoolboy m and I were laughing all through... A was in stitches. Thats the first time I'd ever seen him in hysterics... Fellow came as well! So did my neighbor whom I'm calling smart D. Why? he's really intelligent. He and fellow have similar traits. Small p was giggling (hihi). Especially when they made fun of the kamba tribe. Jesus Christ I haven't laughed like that in ages....
Then we met emo outside. With another friend called fabulous S. He has amazing fashion sense. People were hungry so we went to a pub. I sensed people wanted alcohol. (ill try that martini) Not in the Chinese place though. In that pub we all went and made merry... Miss J came! haven't seen him in a while. Football matches were on (apparently I like watching it) straight people looking at us wierdly. (I doubt they've ever seen a bunch of queer youth booing a team. Yes, we watch footy as well. Tards)
then I got high. I will say that it was small p's fault (your getting drunk very soon my dear buddy) he was buying. See, we went phone shopping for him (I want an E63!!! or E71. Wait my Samsung is just as good) earlier and some change remained... The rest... Wow. Fellow gothic and emo scattered. Gothic and emo came back. Where did fellow go? Hmmm. Emo and I were hiiiiiiigh Then he magically got near-sober. And I was drunk. Kingfisher is nice.(what! It is! don't judge me!) So are martinis. (getting a bottle soon) And tuskers. (mmmm) Hehe. Gothic, emo, small p and smart d gave me a push to the bus stop. In the matatu I sat infront next to the driver. I met the most hilarious driver ever. He could clearly see I was drunk. Then he plays me a song. Its a local one called "im not sober". "hii wimbo ni yako". (this song is for you) I was in fits of laughter! Even the guy sitting next to me, if possible more drunk than i, laughed.. God I got home at 10pm. I can remember zig zagging myself across the estate and into bed... (halleluyiah!!!! beeeeeed..)
So Sunday morning. Im hangovered. My sister as well. Hers worse than mine. I nursed her. Im not your average last born btw. (damn right) I think mother dearest knows we drink. The room smelt of booze!
September approaches. I leave August with memories. Its been a most dramatic month...
(Louis Armstrong- what a wonderful world)