It’s like I couldn’t be irritated enough by the now usual blaring sounds of funny ring tones in the library [don’t even get me started, that’s a story for another day] All women decided to come to the library wearing stilettos!You know the sound when they’re moving around, swinging there hips, careful not to sink in the ground? Tik, tok, tik… like a clock on a wall.

Please fly by, don’t walk, some other people’s attention spans equal that of a 2year old. Stiletto-wearing in the library just made it to my list of heinous women behavior. And no, men don’t behave badly, women do.

Now, before I get carried away and turn this into a women thing, and before they label me sexist or anything -ist, I just want to elucidate one thing here. I really do like it when they wear those high heeled shoes. They really do look nice in them too, [have you noticed I’m rhyming? Anyway.] but they don’t have to make me look bad when I’m trying to peruse my books!

Why do women have issues when it comes to picking the right attire for the occasion or even the weather? Jeez, it’s a clASS not a clUB, why do you arrive here naked? [Perhaps I should go slow on his one cuz my wish may just be granted.]

To some extent I don’t make this observation filled with disgust but I rather see it as a wrong mode of conduct. It’s like Tv, you don’t need it when you want to engage in deep conversation with someone. You’d like both, but each at it’s own time. So will someone please tell the honies to leave the shoes in their rightful places when they come to the library? Then we will catch up with them outside.

Ah, college life!



I am a thinker. I think too much though, but so far about nothing meaningful. I am one of those people who walk into a room and forget what I got into that room for. Or I may so excited and forget what the hell I’m excited for and spend a great deal of time trying to figure it out.

Hod up, I just thought of something… nope, it’s nothing.

I can’t work under pressure, damn, I’m not supposed to say that- I named my blog with my real name! How stupid. That’s one thing I regret. I hope my potential employer is not reading this.

Anyway, what was I saying? Yeah, blogs. I started this blog about a couple of weeks ago. I’m so fresh at this, you can tell from my armature style. But give me time, time is what I beg of you.

So what do you think of my blog anyway, boring? I don’t care. Actually I do. That’s why I started reading articles on the web on how I can popularize my blog. Most of the tips were based on the content of the blog; break news, be unique, post regularly, mind your readers, write what they want… arrrgh! I don’t have time for that, but i still make time for it. In high school I used to say; this is my life, f*** what the rest of the world thinks. Then I grew up and learned that the rest of the world is a part of my life. Without it, it wouldn’t be life.

Like everyone else, I was tremendously inspired by the one Obama. [I promised myself that I would not mention him anywhere in this entire blog cuz enough has been said about him already but oh well…] There is just one problem. I can’t speak like he does, I’d have to really sit down and ponder about what I want to say to choose the best words that would describe what I mean in an eloquent manner before I came up with something profound. And when I’m nervous I stutter. As I’m thinking so much goes through my head and my brain can’t make up its own mind on which point to put across first and which words to choose. So I end up choking!

Unfortunately there is no time. I wish I could draw a picture of my thoughts and show it to everyone and you’ll see it’s brilliant. I have something amazing going on and all I have at my disposal is words to prove it? And they won’t let me in until I prove it.Then give me time.

Even my teacher knew it, he was like “don’t scare that boy or you might wade off off any potentially good ideas he might be thinking”

For my blog, I don’t know what to say. I just be me. And you’ll see I’m both stupid and a genius at the same time.

Disclaimer: I’m playing though, I can give a better speech than the president. Oh, that anyone can, dope! [Holmer Simpson style]