I should say i owe it to people who DO come and read my blog to let them know what the fuck's up and what fucked up. After almost a month's hiatus from writing anything because my mind was so dense with stuff happening,i still find myself in the same position now,only better equipped to belt out the plethora of events that have happened.mainly its for me to take stock,but you're welcome to take a look and see if you can point anything out to me.

Since the last entry came..I have started school,and thats about the most major event that i bother to think about. All the rest are simply fuzz ,like cotton in the mouth; you cant spit it out cos it gets stuck..and you cant push it down cos it threatens to gag you. my mental disarray is somewhat maxed out and suddenly i get to a place where all is silent and the noise is so far away.and when that happens,you get a sense of absolution from knowing that things will get better once everything gets clearer. that is the school of thought in which im majoring in.More of that later..

Abit of whimsical digression,if i may. This came from a blustery saturday evening when I had the nagging feeling in the pits of my gut that I may not be able to just sit around and be merry. I met maria,who i should point out has learned the magic realism of Hazeline Snow lotion or something (and that's a compliment) and witnessed her headbanging stunts. But fast forward the moments after and we reached the BBQ pit at east coast park. I have this thing about cooking the nicest food and from the moment i saw the 'fire' I knew i'd have to do something or we all wouldn't have dinner. There were at least a dozen other BOYS who deserve a dick slap because they were not entirely helpful. They didn't even pretend to be; they just stood around counting the hairs on their legs. And that initial 'fire' wasn't even started by them boys.so much for hairy legs. So i made myself useful for my own benefit ( i was already hungry!) and started the 'fire' going and BBQing the food. Its amazing how one 'fire' could churn up so much chicken wings in such a short time. I surprised even myself.. In the end all that good food got taken away by the visiting dignitaries. tsk! BUT what scored major disappointment points was the fact these monkeys were oblivious to the fact i was a senior senior's senior senior...and i was cooking at THEIR Bbq. so enough said.i got angry for a moment and the 'fire' reflected my mood. Nana ran away knoqing that..

So that is one social event. I keep thinking about the whole "you're a sociologist major,you'll end up analysing everything i say" remark made by a few friends. I tell you, im at the introductory stages of learning the subject matter and already im poring over what people say and talk about.HAHA... I think it's what you said,that makes me do the exact same thing. So far school has been one week in transition (that's another examinable topic there) and already my thought processes have gone into hyperdrive~! so much so i've binged on readings given by the professors. its serious shite dawg! But to imagine sociology on a scientific level in my understanding,is like trying to understand how and why i speak in circles and throw in nuggets of information like statistics these advocates of social issues do. Its almost like an intrinsic look at how i deal with things around me,and the relation of person to society and how each is interdependent on the other. are you intrigued or bored,then..so far?

tell me what you think ok?