make mine a double espresso...
on to other things, my schoolwork, i only have four modules to this semester so i've been cutting class more than i'm proud of. all of that was going to change from this week but my being knee brace won't let me go to school. i've been- what's the expressin for broke? dead broke; piss broke; ummm... dirty broke? (your comments better have answers!!!) so i've been really broke for the past couple off days coz of the hopsital bill and the stupid BEIGE KNEE BRACE! so i couldn't afford a taxi to school no, not cab, a taxi. a matatu. yeah, they're called taxis here. so here i am in the comp lab downloading slides to lectures i've missed hoping that i have good grades by the end of the semester. oh. and yz, i know you'll read this soon, i hope you've been signing me in for sp201... other wise, chop chopped and screwed... sigh...
oh yeah, the naturopathism. so on friday, my landlady, bless her heart picked me up and took me to hospital. i had no idea where it was and i couldn't walk so clearly... on the way there she was talking about how she doesn't to modern medicine and she's more into herbs and stuff and she used to own a health shop and how nature is the best way to treat the body... it went on for a while, then she got into life coaching stuff and energy stuff and how the brain affects the body and certain injuries are an indication of what's bugging us mentally like how if you get a tongue sore, there's something you're keeping in and you need to speak out about it, etc, so apparently me hurting my leg was because there's something i'm supposed to be doing or accomplishing that i'm not... of course it got me thinking but come on, we all have stuff we're supposed to be doing right? i'm really curious about the whole naturopath thing, something new to try out so i'll try get books and stuff. i'll let ya'll know how that goes.
the rastafarian point won't be long. i was thinking of trying out the rasta thing, as in the religion again... but i really love meat, and alcohol, and menthol cigarettes and spices so... i'll look for something else...
there was a party at my house this weekend. it was lame, so me and the cool side of the house decided to go back to my room, which used to be part of a garage by the way but it's totally legit now plus i get a garage door. (yaay!) so cool people plus a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, really cool music... and more cool people coming in... come on... of course it became a party. it kicked ass, before we moved it to the club, you know, coz we're cool, but that was a good look for me. the cool party was in my room. score!!! i'd upload pictures but nah... i'd probably get into trouble ;)
this writing thing... i hadn't written poetry in ages. everything was just sounding random but i'm working on it. this last bit is more for me. i'm telling myself everything will be alright. i haven't lost is. i've got some ideas. watch this blog!
finally. just thought i'd mention that my mom is really really cool. she's also having a problem with her left leg... we're like so telepathic!!! i miss her. she's awesome... if you don't know, now you know niggas!!! (watched notorious recently, can't get that line out of my head) that and... i love it when you call me big poppa!
