- You consider putting on a coat to walk down the corridor to the bathroom.
- You go to bed wearing long pants, a shirt, a hoodie, and two pairs of socks, your heater is on and you're sleeping under two blankets...and you STILL wake up cold.
- Cuddle-buddies are not chosen for romantic interest but rather for bodily warmth.
- You drink endless amounts of tea just to warm yourself up.
- You consider eating the dodgy-looking soup in the dining hall because it's warmer than your booked supper.
- Getting out of bed in the morning becomes ten times harder...
- ...but not as hard as getting out of a hot shower and sprinting down an icy corridor in a towel.
- Procrastinating in the dining hall loses its appeal because of the cold.
- When you wake up, it's seven degrees. At midday, it's thirteen degrees. At night, you don't dare open your window to check the temperature.
- You take a moment to brace yourself against the doorway before opening the door in case the wind blows you away.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
You know it's winter in Grahamstown WHEN...
Monday, May 30, 2011
...and they all lived happily ever after
If only life was that simple. In fairytales the prince saves the princess, they fall madly in love, share their first kiss and ride off happily into the sunset. And presumably get married. While this seems idyllic, it sure as hell doesn't work that way in real life; in reality, relationships are complex and rather sensitive topics. Particularly at varsity. Let's look at a few types of varsity 'relationships' and how to handle them:
1. The Friend
Of course we're talking about opposite sex friendships here. This friend might be someone you've known for years, or maybe just someone you really clicked with. You may have hooked up at some point in the distant past and then realised that there was no real romantic attraction between you, or perhaps you wouldn't kiss this person if your life depended on it. Either way, this guy (as I am a girl. Boys, subsistute 'girl' when I say guy) is the one you go to when you have love life problems, need study notes, want to chill or just want a hug. As long as both of you are in agreement that you are just friends, this relationship is wonderfully fulfilling and rarely has problems.
2. The Admirer
Assuming that you are not interested in this person, this can get awkward. Maybe they try to lunge you every time they see you in Friars, or they repeatedly drop suggestive/romantic hints into your conversations. The best way to sort out this problem (or so I've found) is to talk to them about your current love-interest. It may be cruel but there is no better way to show indirect interest than to tell someone about the hottie in your French class that you're currently crushing on.
3. The Crush
No I don't mean the hottie in the French class. I mean the guy you can't get your mind off, the one who invades your dreams, the one who you find yourself thinking about even though you are in the midst of a random hookup. The one who can make you smile just by walking past. If you know that your feelings are unrequited, I'm sorry to say that you have no choice but to move on. Cut down on your contact with your crush and find someone new to perve over. It's almost impossible to force someone to fall for you; don't even try. It's sad, but true. Don't worry - Prince Charming will still be waiting for you!
4. The Ex
This depends on how the relationship ended. If you cheated on him, he cheated on you, or either of you threw something at the other one and screamed obscenities during the course of the breakup, I would recommend cutting all contact. This includes deleting him off Facebook - believe me, you don't really want to know what he's doing. Or who he's doing. Pretend he never existed and find someone new to ease the pain.
If, on the other hand, your relationship ended because you both decided it just wasn't working, I see no reason why you shouldn't try to turn your Ex into your Friend (see above). If you dated then you obviously had something in common once upon a time; just because you no longer make out or hold hands doesn't mean you shouldn't hang out once in a while. But keep it platonic; going back to exes is a bad idea. Trust me, I know.
5. The Hookup
Ah the most complex one. On Wednesday night you happen to meet a real cutie. One thing leads to another and before you know it you're drunkenly telling him your lifestory and making out on the dancefloor. The next morning you walk into your first lecture and (gasp!) he's sitting in the front row. Now what??
Personally I've never understood why this is so complicated. If you kinda like him, smile at him. If he smiles back, say hi and ask how his hangover is. If he looks at you like you're mad, pretend that you mistook him for someone else. Then accept that he isn't interested and walk away.
If you have no interest in him beyond a random hookup, flash a quick smile at him (it's only polite, after all) then look away and do not look back at him again. By doing this you can show that you remember him and that you had fun, but it also sends the message that you don't want further contact.
If he's ugly, walk past him and pretend you don't remember him.
6. The F***-Buddy
For those of you who can handle casual relationships, I've been told a (as my friend calls it) "fun"-buddy is a brilliant way to relieve stress. As someone who gets attached just from holding hands with a guy, I know I could never do it. If you're like me and get attached easily, don't even go there. Make sure the guy is interested in you before you decide to jump into his bed.
For those of you who prefer to keep things light and un-committed, just make sure that the other person understands this is casual. It's really not fair to lead someone on under the pretense that you may decide to be in a relationship with them, when all you really want is someone to keep you entertained on boring Friday nights.
7. The Boyfriend (or Girlfriend)
As far as I know, you can call someone your boyfriend or girlfriend when you declare yourself as in a relationship on Facebook. God alone knows why, but Facebook makes it official. As I am currently single I can't really offer useful relationship advice except for the basics:
Example 2: X has a crush on Y, and they frequently hook up while at Friars. One night X sees Y flirting with someone else. Does X have any right to be angry? Or was this a 'casual arrangement'?
I'll be honest, I like watching people. I like examining behaviour and relationships, and learning how to manipulate people without them realising what I'm doing. But this relationship stuff turns my head inside-out. Bah. Humans and their damn illogical emotions. Why are we incapable of just grabbing the other person and asking "So what exactly is going on between us?"? Maybe it's a fear of rejection, or a fear of having to reject. Maybe we're just shy at heart. Or maybe we just feel bad about putting the other person on the spot.
At the risk of sounding completely dodgy, I sometimes wish that humans worked more like the Bloodhound Gang put it...
"You and me baby, we ain't nothing but mammals. So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!"
Crude, yes. But life would be SO much easier.
1. The Friend
Of course we're talking about opposite sex friendships here. This friend might be someone you've known for years, or maybe just someone you really clicked with. You may have hooked up at some point in the distant past and then realised that there was no real romantic attraction between you, or perhaps you wouldn't kiss this person if your life depended on it. Either way, this guy (as I am a girl. Boys, subsistute 'girl' when I say guy) is the one you go to when you have love life problems, need study notes, want to chill or just want a hug. As long as both of you are in agreement that you are just friends, this relationship is wonderfully fulfilling and rarely has problems.
2. The Admirer
Assuming that you are not interested in this person, this can get awkward. Maybe they try to lunge you every time they see you in Friars, or they repeatedly drop suggestive/romantic hints into your conversations. The best way to sort out this problem (or so I've found) is to talk to them about your current love-interest. It may be cruel but there is no better way to show indirect interest than to tell someone about the hottie in your French class that you're currently crushing on.
3. The Crush
No I don't mean the hottie in the French class. I mean the guy you can't get your mind off, the one who invades your dreams, the one who you find yourself thinking about even though you are in the midst of a random hookup. The one who can make you smile just by walking past. If you know that your feelings are unrequited, I'm sorry to say that you have no choice but to move on. Cut down on your contact with your crush and find someone new to perve over. It's almost impossible to force someone to fall for you; don't even try. It's sad, but true. Don't worry - Prince Charming will still be waiting for you!
4. The Ex
This depends on how the relationship ended. If you cheated on him, he cheated on you, or either of you threw something at the other one and screamed obscenities during the course of the breakup, I would recommend cutting all contact. This includes deleting him off Facebook - believe me, you don't really want to know what he's doing. Or who he's doing. Pretend he never existed and find someone new to ease the pain.
If, on the other hand, your relationship ended because you both decided it just wasn't working, I see no reason why you shouldn't try to turn your Ex into your Friend (see above). If you dated then you obviously had something in common once upon a time; just because you no longer make out or hold hands doesn't mean you shouldn't hang out once in a while. But keep it platonic; going back to exes is a bad idea. Trust me, I know.
5. The Hookup
Ah the most complex one. On Wednesday night you happen to meet a real cutie. One thing leads to another and before you know it you're drunkenly telling him your lifestory and making out on the dancefloor. The next morning you walk into your first lecture and (gasp!) he's sitting in the front row. Now what??
Personally I've never understood why this is so complicated. If you kinda like him, smile at him. If he smiles back, say hi and ask how his hangover is. If he looks at you like you're mad, pretend that you mistook him for someone else. Then accept that he isn't interested and walk away.
If you have no interest in him beyond a random hookup, flash a quick smile at him (it's only polite, after all) then look away and do not look back at him again. By doing this you can show that you remember him and that you had fun, but it also sends the message that you don't want further contact.
If he's ugly, walk past him and pretend you don't remember him.
6. The F***-Buddy
For those of you who can handle casual relationships, I've been told a (as my friend calls it) "fun"-buddy is a brilliant way to relieve stress. As someone who gets attached just from holding hands with a guy, I know I could never do it. If you're like me and get attached easily, don't even go there. Make sure the guy is interested in you before you decide to jump into his bed.
For those of you who prefer to keep things light and un-committed, just make sure that the other person understands this is casual. It's really not fair to lead someone on under the pretense that you may decide to be in a relationship with them, when all you really want is someone to keep you entertained on boring Friday nights.
7. The Boyfriend (or Girlfriend)
As far as I know, you can call someone your boyfriend or girlfriend when you declare yourself as in a relationship on Facebook. God alone knows why, but Facebook makes it official. As I am currently single I can't really offer useful relationship advice except for the basics:
- Don't spend every waking moment hanging off each other. You're not in highschool anymore. Grow up.
- Don't make out in corridors between lectures. It makes everyone else uncomfortable.
- Do make sure that you spend time together or go out together. This doesn't mean sticking together for the entire night; hit a club with your girlfriends, and bring him and a few of his friends along. Not only do you get to spend some time with your girls, but you get to play matchmaker between them and his friends ;)
- Never ever ditch your friends completely for a boyfriend or girlfriend. Friends last much longer than most relationships do.
Example 2: X has a crush on Y, and they frequently hook up while at Friars. One night X sees Y flirting with someone else. Does X have any right to be angry? Or was this a 'casual arrangement'?
I'll be honest, I like watching people. I like examining behaviour and relationships, and learning how to manipulate people without them realising what I'm doing. But this relationship stuff turns my head inside-out. Bah. Humans and their damn illogical emotions. Why are we incapable of just grabbing the other person and asking "So what exactly is going on between us?"? Maybe it's a fear of rejection, or a fear of having to reject. Maybe we're just shy at heart. Or maybe we just feel bad about putting the other person on the spot.
At the risk of sounding completely dodgy, I sometimes wish that humans worked more like the Bloodhound Gang put it...
"You and me baby, we ain't nothing but mammals. So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!"
Crude, yes. But life would be SO much easier.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Om nom nom at its finest
Exams are looming and I for one am terrified. I've officially perfected the art of procrastination to the point where I don't actually do any work at all. :-/ however, tonight I went to buy my exam supplies just to prove to myself that I really do mean to start studying. Not that tea, milk and coconut biscuits would really help me study, but I like to believe it's a mind over matter thing. If I can only convince myself to study every time I pour a cup of tea...
As swot week has now begun, we had brunch in the dining hall this morning. For the non-Rhodents among you, I can say only this:
Brunch. Is. LEGENDARY.
Imagine the biggest amount of food you could eat in one sitting. Actually, no, imagine the biggest amount of food a professional pie-eating contestant could eat in one sitting. Then multiply that by ten. THAT is the amount of food we get given at brunch, and it's generally much much nicer than the usual dining hall food. Today's brunch menu included: cereal, fruit (oranges, grapefruit, melons), yoghurt, scones with butter and cheese and jam, muffins, fried eggs, bacon or a vegetarian patty, baked beans, chips, omelettes, sausages (pork or soy), some fishy thing in an odd sauce, toast, tea, coffee, juice, syrup and peanutbutter and and and...
It was epic.
And I may have even left a few things off the list; it was hard to keep track of all the different items of deliciousness that were hovering enticingly on my tray (OK they weren't actually hovering. That would be weird). Brunch started at 10am; the queue was already forming outside the hall at 9:30. By the time I'd eaten and left, people were still queueing for their amazing abundance of food. We all ate our weight in carbs and oil, and then slowly rolled one by one out of the door while loudly proclaiming that brunch was the highlight of the semester. I like to rationalise this overindulgence by pointing out that we become SO stressed during swot week (with studying or procrastinating) that we don't eat properly. Brunch is thus important to prevent us from becoming malnourished and weak during the exams. I'm pretty sure I now have enough starch inside me to last until next semester; in fact, I may never have to eat again.
Not that it stopped me going to supper, of course. Damn you, appetite! Ah well. I always get fat in winter. Third term is my weight-shedding term; my exercise/running term. Until then, I shall ignore my squishiness and mentally prepare myself for the oncoming slaughter that is exams...
As swot week has now begun, we had brunch in the dining hall this morning. For the non-Rhodents among you, I can say only this:
Brunch. Is. LEGENDARY.
Imagine the biggest amount of food you could eat in one sitting. Actually, no, imagine the biggest amount of food a professional pie-eating contestant could eat in one sitting. Then multiply that by ten. THAT is the amount of food we get given at brunch, and it's generally much much nicer than the usual dining hall food. Today's brunch menu included: cereal, fruit (oranges, grapefruit, melons), yoghurt, scones with butter and cheese and jam, muffins, fried eggs, bacon or a vegetarian patty, baked beans, chips, omelettes, sausages (pork or soy), some fishy thing in an odd sauce, toast, tea, coffee, juice, syrup and peanutbutter and and and...
It was epic.
And I may have even left a few things off the list; it was hard to keep track of all the different items of deliciousness that were hovering enticingly on my tray (OK they weren't actually hovering. That would be weird). Brunch started at 10am; the queue was already forming outside the hall at 9:30. By the time I'd eaten and left, people were still queueing for their amazing abundance of food. We all ate our weight in carbs and oil, and then slowly rolled one by one out of the door while loudly proclaiming that brunch was the highlight of the semester. I like to rationalise this overindulgence by pointing out that we become SO stressed during swot week (with studying or procrastinating) that we don't eat properly. Brunch is thus important to prevent us from becoming malnourished and weak during the exams. I'm pretty sure I now have enough starch inside me to last until next semester; in fact, I may never have to eat again.
Not that it stopped me going to supper, of course. Damn you, appetite! Ah well. I always get fat in winter. Third term is my weight-shedding term; my exercise/running term. Until then, I shall ignore my squishiness and mentally prepare myself for the oncoming slaughter that is exams...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Recipe #1: Relaxation
This simple step-by-step recipe for relaxation has been designed with girls in mind, but with a few modifications any boy could use it too! It is best prepared on a cold, rainy night.
Step 1
Place person in hot shower. Add shampoo and conditioner of choice. Rinse. Scrub well with exfoliator of choice (not too hard!) and rinse again.
Step 2
Switch off shower. Wrap person in soft, clean, fluffy towel and transport to room.
Step 3
Blowdry hair and douse person liberally in body lotion of choice for soft, sweet-smelling skin.
Step 4
Wrap person in clean pyjamas and place in a warm bed, underneath a thick feather duvet. Add tea/coffee/hot chocolate, a good movie/book and a few blocks of Lindt chocolate.
Result: one very relaxed girl!
Note: do NOT, under any circumstances, add studying, work or stress to this recipe as the results will not be the same and the recipe will spoil. Adding loud music may also spoil the recipe, but it may be partly saved by including earplugs OR earphones with relaxing music.
Optional extras:
If you so desire, a cuddle-buddy of choice can be added after the person has been wrapped in pyjamas to lead to ultimate relaxation. It is not advisable to add the cuddle-buddy before the pyjamas have been added or during the shower stage, as distraction from completion of the recipe is likely. ;)
Step 1
Place person in hot shower. Add shampoo and conditioner of choice. Rinse. Scrub well with exfoliator of choice (not too hard!) and rinse again.
Step 2
Switch off shower. Wrap person in soft, clean, fluffy towel and transport to room.
Step 3
Blowdry hair and douse person liberally in body lotion of choice for soft, sweet-smelling skin.
Step 4
Wrap person in clean pyjamas and place in a warm bed, underneath a thick feather duvet. Add tea/coffee/hot chocolate, a good movie/book and a few blocks of Lindt chocolate.
Result: one very relaxed girl!
Note: do NOT, under any circumstances, add studying, work or stress to this recipe as the results will not be the same and the recipe will spoil. Adding loud music may also spoil the recipe, but it may be partly saved by including earplugs OR earphones with relaxing music.
Optional extras:
If you so desire, a cuddle-buddy of choice can be added after the person has been wrapped in pyjamas to lead to ultimate relaxation. It is not advisable to add the cuddle-buddy before the pyjamas have been added or during the shower stage, as distraction from completion of the recipe is likely. ;)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Overcompensation my friend
It is almost nine o' clock on a Monday night. This is the last week of lectures for the semester; next week is swot week, and then the horrors of exams begin. Being the good little nerd that I am, I've decided to forego all going out for the near future (especially after the past weekend's debauchery...) and focus entirely on my studying. (Yes I do understand that I am typing pointless blog posts instead of studying. Don't judge me...). My first exam is an oral exam for French next Tuesday, and sadly all of my exams are within the next two weeks. So I am confined to my room.
Unfortunately, the less-studious students - or perhaps those whose exams begin later than mine do - are keen to celebrate the semi-finals of the Internal League Rugby, and possibly to enjoy the legendary Cougar Monday at Pirates. Luckily for me they seem to have decided to party right outside my bedroom window. Some idiot has parked his crappy little student car in the road and is blasting commercial dance music like Katy Perry and Lady Gaga on his "high-tech" sound system. Dear idiot...have you ever heard of overcompensation? You know, when little boys buy big and expensive toys to make up for what they're...ahem...lacking in other areas? If you need a fancy sound system to impress the ladies because God didn't give you impressive biological status, then that's your problem and not mine. Go and play your silly sound system elsewhere. Even if it does get her into bed, I doubt she'll be impressed for very long. Why not just take her somewhere nice and buy her dinner? Somewhere far away. And do it quietly.
(Please excuse the bitterness of this post. At any other time I would probably be jamming in the streets with aforementioned idiot, but tonight I am feeling flu-ey and cranky. I like to think that's a good enough excuse for my current bitchiness :P and to my friends who are still wondering about mystery guy who was watching movies with me...
...drum roll please...
...no I'm still not telling. :P)
Unfortunately, the less-studious students - or perhaps those whose exams begin later than mine do - are keen to celebrate the semi-finals of the Internal League Rugby, and possibly to enjoy the legendary Cougar Monday at Pirates. Luckily for me they seem to have decided to party right outside my bedroom window. Some idiot has parked his crappy little student car in the road and is blasting commercial dance music like Katy Perry and Lady Gaga on his "high-tech" sound system. Dear idiot...have you ever heard of overcompensation? You know, when little boys buy big and expensive toys to make up for what they're...ahem...lacking in other areas? If you need a fancy sound system to impress the ladies because God didn't give you impressive biological status, then that's your problem and not mine. Go and play your silly sound system elsewhere. Even if it does get her into bed, I doubt she'll be impressed for very long. Why not just take her somewhere nice and buy her dinner? Somewhere far away. And do it quietly.
(Please excuse the bitterness of this post. At any other time I would probably be jamming in the streets with aforementioned idiot, but tonight I am feeling flu-ey and cranky. I like to think that's a good enough excuse for my current bitchiness :P and to my friends who are still wondering about mystery guy who was watching movies with me...
...drum roll please...
...no I'm still not telling. :P)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Awkward...
Today I was sitting in a philosophy lecture when a good-looking boy walked into the room. Now this isn't unusual; philosophy has a lot of good-looking boys. I've even considered adding it to my list of things I look for in a man (good looks, funny, intelligent, does philosophy etc.). But when I saw this particular bo, my thought processes were something like this...
He's cute. (pause) Hey...I know him! I met him on Saturday night! (pause) ...what was his name? (pause) Shit. Where exactly did I meet him??
Then he sat down in front of me and I spent the rest of the lecture wondering where I'd met him. I think he might have danced with me and my friends in Friars, but I'm not entirely sure. A lot of that night is...rather hazy. I could've stood next to him at the bar at the field party. Or brushed past him at the Rat. Or even had a conversation in the line for the bathroom in Friars (I've made a surprising amount of friends that way...). God alone knows where we met, or even what his name is. At least I know we didn't hook up, that could have been way more awkward :P
But don't you hate those moments? Meeting someone and not knowing how you know them? Especially when it's someone who's relatively easy on the eye (you know...a total cutie ;) ) and you kinda want to say hi. But just imagine how that conversation would go...
Me: Hey, I know you don't I?
Him: Ya, we met on Saturday night.
Me: I thought so! I'm sorry, I don't remember your name?
Him: ...that's OK.
<cue awkward silence>
...exactly. All it does is lead to awkwardness, awkwardness and more awkwardness. I'd rather not make my lectures any more uncomfortable than they have to be. Plus trying to hide under a desk every time he comes in would be difficult to arrange. And would make taking notes hard too. But hey philosophy boy, if you want to talk to me, I promise not to make the conversation awkward :D I mean, you ARE cute after all...
He's cute. (pause) Hey...I know him! I met him on Saturday night! (pause) ...what was his name? (pause) Shit. Where exactly did I meet him??
Then he sat down in front of me and I spent the rest of the lecture wondering where I'd met him. I think he might have danced with me and my friends in Friars, but I'm not entirely sure. A lot of that night is...rather hazy. I could've stood next to him at the bar at the field party. Or brushed past him at the Rat. Or even had a conversation in the line for the bathroom in Friars (I've made a surprising amount of friends that way...). God alone knows where we met, or even what his name is. At least I know we didn't hook up, that could have been way more awkward :P
But don't you hate those moments? Meeting someone and not knowing how you know them? Especially when it's someone who's relatively easy on the eye (you know...a total cutie ;) ) and you kinda want to say hi. But just imagine how that conversation would go...
Me: Hey, I know you don't I?
Him: Ya, we met on Saturday night.
Me: I thought so! I'm sorry, I don't remember your name?
Him: ...that's OK.
<cue awkward silence>
...exactly. All it does is lead to awkwardness, awkwardness and more awkwardness. I'd rather not make my lectures any more uncomfortable than they have to be. Plus trying to hide under a desk every time he comes in would be difficult to arrange. And would make taking notes hard too. But hey philosophy boy, if you want to talk to me, I promise not to make the conversation awkward :D I mean, you ARE cute after all...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Teach me, O Wise Ones
When I was in first year, my tutors were like gods. I know it sounds lame now, but I was in awe of their supreme academic status. Three of of my four subjects required tutors to be postgrads, so they were all fourth years at the very least (Honours or first year LLB). Tuts were fine, but I was always nervous about pre- or post-tut conversations because I was worried about coming across as an idiot when compared to their clear superior intellect (OK maybe not to my old psych tutor. The girl was a moron).
Come second year and things changed. My Law tutor, much like my old psych tutor, is a moron. He refers to us as 'okes' and drawls all of his words. It's like listening to a broken radio that happens to be stuck on one continuous, monotonous station. I have no doubt he knows the work, but his brain-to-mouth function seems broken. Or slightly faulty, at the very least.
My Latin tutor is a little scary, and also a bit monotonous, but nevertheless friendly. Then I walked into my French 1P lecture and saw her sitting in the back row. She speaks French as badly as I do! I am no longer scared of her. :P
Finally, my French tutor...when he walked into the tutorial room on the first day, I nearly fell over in shock. You see, I know him. I have predrunk with him at what may or may not have been one of the most debaucherous pre-drinking sessions. I wouldn't know...I lost count of my vanilla vodka shots when the number reached 8. The only things I remember are running down the street holding a friend's hand, and hooking up in Friars. With who, I can't clearly remember.
No, I didn't hook up with my tutor (Thank God. That would make tuts way more awkward). But the knowledge that he has seen me in one of my more drunken states is a little daunting. On the bright side, my teasing him about his zombie-like drunken state last Saturday doesn't seem all that inappropriate. In fact, knowing your tutors like that makes pre-tut conversations a lot more interesting. For example, we once had a ten-minute conversation about the awesomeness of cake. I doubt I could have done that with those English Masters tutors last year...
So to sum up my views on tutors this year:
1. My Law tutor says 'oke' and is an idiot.
2. My Latin tutor does French with me and therefore is not scary.
3. I have gotten drunk with my French tutor a few times before, and he likes cake.
4. My philosophy tutor is married to my Latin lecturer, which makes her a lucky girl because all the Latin students adore him.
5. One of my friends is a Classics tutor.
No, I am no longer afraid of tutors. Well, possibly except my Law tutor. I just hope to God he never sees this...I still have to pass his tuts, after all.
Come second year and things changed. My Law tutor, much like my old psych tutor, is a moron. He refers to us as 'okes' and drawls all of his words. It's like listening to a broken radio that happens to be stuck on one continuous, monotonous station. I have no doubt he knows the work, but his brain-to-mouth function seems broken. Or slightly faulty, at the very least.
My Latin tutor is a little scary, and also a bit monotonous, but nevertheless friendly. Then I walked into my French 1P lecture and saw her sitting in the back row. She speaks French as badly as I do! I am no longer scared of her. :P
Finally, my French tutor...when he walked into the tutorial room on the first day, I nearly fell over in shock. You see, I know him. I have predrunk with him at what may or may not have been one of the most debaucherous pre-drinking sessions. I wouldn't know...I lost count of my vanilla vodka shots when the number reached 8. The only things I remember are running down the street holding a friend's hand, and hooking up in Friars. With who, I can't clearly remember.
No, I didn't hook up with my tutor (Thank God. That would make tuts way more awkward). But the knowledge that he has seen me in one of my more drunken states is a little daunting. On the bright side, my teasing him about his zombie-like drunken state last Saturday doesn't seem all that inappropriate. In fact, knowing your tutors like that makes pre-tut conversations a lot more interesting. For example, we once had a ten-minute conversation about the awesomeness of cake. I doubt I could have done that with those English Masters tutors last year...
So to sum up my views on tutors this year:
1. My Law tutor says 'oke' and is an idiot.
2. My Latin tutor does French with me and therefore is not scary.
3. I have gotten drunk with my French tutor a few times before, and he likes cake.
4. My philosophy tutor is married to my Latin lecturer, which makes her a lucky girl because all the Latin students adore him.
5. One of my friends is a Classics tutor.
No, I am no longer afraid of tutors. Well, possibly except my Law tutor. I just hope to God he never sees this...I still have to pass his tuts, after all.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Spooning in the dining hall
This evening's rant is brought to you by Frustrated Tea-drinkers Anonymous.
Tonight's (hopefully short) venting session is on a particularly touchy topic that many readers may be sensitive about. Please read with caution.
Those of you who drink tea/coffee in the dining hall may already be nodding your heads in agreement, having guessed what I'm on about. As the dedicated tea-and-coffee waitress of our regular dining table, I'm accustomed to gathering orders ("Two sugars and milk", "Rooibos, one sugar but no milk", "Coffee, black" etc) at different meals. I've even started recognising who likes what, and who is more likely to accept an offer of a hot beverage. So I trot off to the tea table.
If it is breakfast time, there are no problems. I pour the tea and head back. However, if it is after 13:00 at lunch, or if it is supper, I often find myself facing the terrible dilemma of the Missing Teaspoons. Many a time I've approached the tea table only to find that there are no spoons at all, or perhaps only large tablespoons. How am I meant to create the perfect cup of tea with two sugars if there are no teaspoons to measure it with?? Tea pouring is an art! An exact science! Trying to guess how much one teaspoon of sugar would be on a tablespoon is no mean feat. And once - I swoon to even think of it - there were no spoons at all but some bright spark had put a fork in the sugar bowl. Yes genius, I can measure sugar into my tea with a FORK. I would have had more luck, and possibly accuracy, by dipping the cups in the sugar bowl themselves. Which I did, in the end. The tea was uncommonly sweet that day...
Then with my uncomfortably sugary tea I head back to the dining table where I am faced with yet another potentially embarassing problem: how do I stir it? Stirring with the tablespoon is acceptable, but I've often found myself reduced to stirring my tea with the back end of a knife or fork. Oh the shame...I always feel like I've reached true plebian status when I have to stir my tea with other utensils. Is it really so difficult to keep the dining hall supplied with teaspoons?? There are almost ALWAYS hundreds of the damn things there at breakfast, so where do they all go at lunch and supper? Come to think of it, the peanutbutter seems to undergo the same attack of shyness and hides away during lunch and supper. And as soon as yoghurt is available at breakfast, the syrup mysteriously goes missing.
Peanutbutter, syrup and teaspoons. Is that really so much to ask for? Oh and more tomatoes in the salad. NO ONE eats lettuce. You'd think they'd have realised that by now.
Tonight's (hopefully short) venting session is on a particularly touchy topic that many readers may be sensitive about. Please read with caution.
Those of you who drink tea/coffee in the dining hall may already be nodding your heads in agreement, having guessed what I'm on about. As the dedicated tea-and-coffee waitress of our regular dining table, I'm accustomed to gathering orders ("Two sugars and milk", "Rooibos, one sugar but no milk", "Coffee, black" etc) at different meals. I've even started recognising who likes what, and who is more likely to accept an offer of a hot beverage. So I trot off to the tea table.
If it is breakfast time, there are no problems. I pour the tea and head back. However, if it is after 13:00 at lunch, or if it is supper, I often find myself facing the terrible dilemma of the Missing Teaspoons. Many a time I've approached the tea table only to find that there are no spoons at all, or perhaps only large tablespoons. How am I meant to create the perfect cup of tea with two sugars if there are no teaspoons to measure it with?? Tea pouring is an art! An exact science! Trying to guess how much one teaspoon of sugar would be on a tablespoon is no mean feat. And once - I swoon to even think of it - there were no spoons at all but some bright spark had put a fork in the sugar bowl. Yes genius, I can measure sugar into my tea with a FORK. I would have had more luck, and possibly accuracy, by dipping the cups in the sugar bowl themselves. Which I did, in the end. The tea was uncommonly sweet that day...
Then with my uncomfortably sugary tea I head back to the dining table where I am faced with yet another potentially embarassing problem: how do I stir it? Stirring with the tablespoon is acceptable, but I've often found myself reduced to stirring my tea with the back end of a knife or fork. Oh the shame...I always feel like I've reached true plebian status when I have to stir my tea with other utensils. Is it really so difficult to keep the dining hall supplied with teaspoons?? There are almost ALWAYS hundreds of the damn things there at breakfast, so where do they all go at lunch and supper? Come to think of it, the peanutbutter seems to undergo the same attack of shyness and hides away during lunch and supper. And as soon as yoghurt is available at breakfast, the syrup mysteriously goes missing.
Peanutbutter, syrup and teaspoons. Is that really so much to ask for? Oh and more tomatoes in the salad. NO ONE eats lettuce. You'd think they'd have realised that by now.
Friday, May 13, 2011
WHOOOOoooooOOOOoooo
No, the title of this post is not my usual "Whooo!" of excitement. Rather it's meant to represent the sound of the wind howling outside my window at this particular moment in time. WHOOOooooOOooooOOO!
Yes. I am actually making that noise out loud to see if it sounds right. And I wonder why people think I'm weird...
On to tonight's rant. As it is 9:30pm on a Friday, I should by all rights be relatively tipsy and on my way out to have a serious weekend jam. However, my usual plans have been thwarted by two annoying aspects
1. The weather
As mentioned before, the wind is currently whoooo-ing quite strongly outside my window. And this is not the lovely warm KZN wind...this is true Eastern Cape wind. The kind of pervy wind that makes its way into your clothes and bites at all your warmest body parts. Needless to say, I prefer my body parts to remain unbitten (by the wind, anyway ;) hehehehe!). This wind is like needles of ice, tiny frozen flies, being dropped into a lake in Greenland in the middle of winter and many other cold-related cliches. On the other hand, my cosy bed and lovely thick feather duvet are inherently more appealing, regardless of the strong sense of FOMO present tonight.
2. Life
Yes, life has got in the way of my plans once more. At the beginning of last term my law lecturer announced that we would be having a test on 17 May. No biggie, plenty of time to plan ahead. Then my philosophy lecturer announced that we would be writing a test on the term's work. When? On the 17th of May. Gee, thanks Tom and Dr Kruger. Now I get to write a test on each of my majors ON THE SAME DAY. Yay. Lucky me. And seeing as I'm keen to celebrate the SRC's 101 Year Birthday (read: get drunk and eat free cake) tomorrow night, I cannot afford to have my usual Friday mare or else I'll never get all my studying done in time. Sad Tayla. :(
So here I sit, alone, sad and lame (in the pathetic way, not the crippled way). My only consolation is that many of my friends are also being faders tonight because of the weather and the mountains of work that lecturers have decided to drop on us in the few weeks before exams. Sigh.
Actually, just listening to the whoooOOOOooooOOo outside...perhaps staying in tonight isn't such a bad idea. Tea, a good book and my duvet...versus freezing wind, alcohol and a skimpy outfit.
Ya...I'm going to go with the tea. And if that means I'm becoming old and responsible, so be it. Last year in the June holidays I found myself sitting on the couch at home, drinking tea, stroking my cat, watching British comedy and knitting (it was a scarf for a friend...). I have long since come to terms with my impending senility. :P
(WHOOOoooooOOOoooo...)
PS: my previous post about fashion faux-pas seems to have mysteriously disappeared. If anyone can help me solve this strange occurrence - and return aforementioned missing blog post - I would be much obliged.
Yes. I am actually making that noise out loud to see if it sounds right. And I wonder why people think I'm weird...
On to tonight's rant. As it is 9:30pm on a Friday, I should by all rights be relatively tipsy and on my way out to have a serious weekend jam. However, my usual plans have been thwarted by two annoying aspects
1. The weather
As mentioned before, the wind is currently whoooo-ing quite strongly outside my window. And this is not the lovely warm KZN wind...this is true Eastern Cape wind. The kind of pervy wind that makes its way into your clothes and bites at all your warmest body parts. Needless to say, I prefer my body parts to remain unbitten (by the wind, anyway ;) hehehehe!). This wind is like needles of ice, tiny frozen flies, being dropped into a lake in Greenland in the middle of winter and many other cold-related cliches. On the other hand, my cosy bed and lovely thick feather duvet are inherently more appealing, regardless of the strong sense of FOMO present tonight.
2. Life
Yes, life has got in the way of my plans once more. At the beginning of last term my law lecturer announced that we would be having a test on 17 May. No biggie, plenty of time to plan ahead. Then my philosophy lecturer announced that we would be writing a test on the term's work. When? On the 17th of May. Gee, thanks Tom and Dr Kruger. Now I get to write a test on each of my majors ON THE SAME DAY. Yay. Lucky me. And seeing as I'm keen to celebrate the SRC's 101 Year Birthday (read: get drunk and eat free cake) tomorrow night, I cannot afford to have my usual Friday mare or else I'll never get all my studying done in time. Sad Tayla. :(
So here I sit, alone, sad and lame (in the pathetic way, not the crippled way). My only consolation is that many of my friends are also being faders tonight because of the weather and the mountains of work that lecturers have decided to drop on us in the few weeks before exams. Sigh.
Actually, just listening to the whoooOOOOooooOOo outside...perhaps staying in tonight isn't such a bad idea. Tea, a good book and my duvet...versus freezing wind, alcohol and a skimpy outfit.
Ya...I'm going to go with the tea. And if that means I'm becoming old and responsible, so be it. Last year in the June holidays I found myself sitting on the couch at home, drinking tea, stroking my cat, watching British comedy and knitting (it was a scarf for a friend...). I have long since come to terms with my impending senility. :P
(WHOOOoooooOOOoooo...)
PS: my previous post about fashion faux-pas seems to have mysteriously disappeared. If anyone can help me solve this strange occurrence - and return aforementioned missing blog post - I would be much obliged.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Fashion faux-pas
I've often looked around campus and found myself thinking Gee people wear some odd outfits. Perhaps it's just the whole university vibe, but students seem to feel the need to wear bright, outrageous or just generally weird clothing to parties, to lectures and just generally around town. I fully support people expressing their individuality, but there are certain items of clothing that HAVE to go.
1. Leggings
Now I myself often wear black leggings with a long T-shirt or a long tailored shirt. I happen to think that, paired with flat boots, it gives quite a nice look. But what is with all these girls wearing leggings as pants? I read Glamour magazine (don't judge me...) and I clearly remember one article about a year ago that stated "If you're going to wear leggings, make sure that your top covers your butt". I agree wholeheartedly with this idea. No matter how shapely your legs are or how pert your butt is, leggings should not be worn as pants. They were not designed as pants. And they look weird.
2. Extremely short rugby shorts
Obviously this one is pointed at the boys. If you're playing a rugby game or walking home from practice, then by all means wear your little shorts. But please, for the love of God, don't make a point of walking around campus in them. We all know that guys have bulky/muscular, hairy legs and I find it strangely disturbing to see a guy in tiny rugby shorts. I can only imagine how the poor lecturers must feel when these guys sit down and they are faced with an array of barely-covered crotches. I am pleased to say I've never had to experience the potentially horrific front-view of a boy in tiny rugby shorts sitting in a tiered lecture theatre, and I never want to.
Especially if the shorts are white.
3. Mix n' match
Some mix and match combinations look good. Masculine pants with a floaty top; a patterned top with solid, dark-coloured leggings; a black dress with bright heels...these are acceptable. But when you're wearing a flowery-patterned top that belonged to your grandma and pants that look like they were made out of an old living room carpet, then you're doing it wrong.
4. Revealed underwear
Girls, if I can see your pantyline then your pants are too tight. End of story. Don't wear black bras under white shirts or, even worse, a black thong under white pants. As a friend of mine pointed out the other day, it's just downright slutty. The world will automatically assume that you're wearing underwear, you don't need to show it. And on that point, if you're going to wear a tight top then make sure that your bra isn't too tight. The sexy effect of a tight top is ruined if you have unattractive bulges around your back.
For the record, this applies to guys as well. The "lockdown look" of baggy pants hanging low enough to show off your butt is so 90's. MOVE ON.
And so ends today's fashion lecture :P I know, I know, I'm not the most fashionable person on campus. I'm not always up to date with the latest French trends and I have no idea what the stars are wearing this season. But I like to think that people don't look at me and go "OMG what is she wearing??". Of course, I may be wrong. If you ever see me wearing a truly hideous outfit, PLEASE let me know. Sometimes it takes an outside perspective to know when you've overstepped the line of the fashion gurus :P
1. Leggings
Now I myself often wear black leggings with a long T-shirt or a long tailored shirt. I happen to think that, paired with flat boots, it gives quite a nice look. But what is with all these girls wearing leggings as pants? I read Glamour magazine (don't judge me...) and I clearly remember one article about a year ago that stated "If you're going to wear leggings, make sure that your top covers your butt". I agree wholeheartedly with this idea. No matter how shapely your legs are or how pert your butt is, leggings should not be worn as pants. They were not designed as pants. And they look weird.
2. Extremely short rugby shorts
Obviously this one is pointed at the boys. If you're playing a rugby game or walking home from practice, then by all means wear your little shorts. But please, for the love of God, don't make a point of walking around campus in them. We all know that guys have bulky/muscular, hairy legs and I find it strangely disturbing to see a guy in tiny rugby shorts. I can only imagine how the poor lecturers must feel when these guys sit down and they are faced with an array of barely-covered crotches. I am pleased to say I've never had to experience the potentially horrific front-view of a boy in tiny rugby shorts sitting in a tiered lecture theatre, and I never want to.
Especially if the shorts are white.
3. Mix n' match
Some mix and match combinations look good. Masculine pants with a floaty top; a patterned top with solid, dark-coloured leggings; a black dress with bright heels...these are acceptable. But when you're wearing a flowery-patterned top that belonged to your grandma and pants that look like they were made out of an old living room carpet, then you're doing it wrong.
4. Revealed underwear
Girls, if I can see your pantyline then your pants are too tight. End of story. Don't wear black bras under white shirts or, even worse, a black thong under white pants. As a friend of mine pointed out the other day, it's just downright slutty. The world will automatically assume that you're wearing underwear, you don't need to show it. And on that point, if you're going to wear a tight top then make sure that your bra isn't too tight. The sexy effect of a tight top is ruined if you have unattractive bulges around your back.
For the record, this applies to guys as well. The "lockdown look" of baggy pants hanging low enough to show off your butt is so 90's. MOVE ON.
And so ends today's fashion lecture :P I know, I know, I'm not the most fashionable person on campus. I'm not always up to date with the latest French trends and I have no idea what the stars are wearing this season. But I like to think that people don't look at me and go "OMG what is she wearing??". Of course, I may be wrong. If you ever see me wearing a truly hideous outfit, PLEASE let me know. Sometimes it takes an outside perspective to know when you've overstepped the line of the fashion gurus :P
Monday, May 9, 2011
Bop boppity bop :)
It's been a long day and I am SO not in the mood to study. Trying to procrastinate, I made my way back onto my pc - as usual - and dipped into my (admittedly vast) music collection. Next thing I know, I'm happily bouncing up and down in my chair in an attempt to dance in my seat without pulling my earphones from the laptop socket. Isn't it amazing how music can change your mood in an instant?? :D In the interests of cheering up what few readers/followers this blog has - and so that I have a further excuse to study - I am compiling a list as I type of what songs I find best to listen to when in certain moods. If you don't like them...your problem, not mine. :)
When you feel like rocking out (the punky stuff - I don't like heavy rock)
He Wasn't - Avril Lavigne (girly punk!)
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance (perfect for headbanging)
American Idiot - Green Day
I Want You to Want Me - Letters to Cleo
Girls Don't Like Boys - Good Charlotte
Oxymoron - Zebra and Giraffe
When you want to laugh
It's Just Porn, Mom - The Trucks (it really is brilliant)
Elmo's Got a Gun - Bob and Tom
Anything by Weird Al Yankovich, if your tastes swing that way
The Kids - Eminem and the South Park kids
When you're in love
I Can Hear the Bells - Nikki Blonsky (yes it is from Hairspray. Don't judge me...)
Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira
Lucky - Jason Mraz
Marry Me - Train
Falling Down -Thus Far
When you're broken-hearted
No Suprise - Daughtry
I Need a Hero - Jennifer Saunders
I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance
Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne
F*ck You - Cee Lo Green ft 50 Cent (especially when you're drunk!)
When you want to be put in a good mood (this is a looong list!)
The General - Dispatch
Stay the Night - James Blunt
The Bird and the Worm - Owl City (<-- this is the ULTIMATE happy song)
Into Yesterday - Sugar Ray (epic surfer-type song!)
Walking on Sunshine - Ali & AJ
Mrs Robinson - Simon and Garfunkel
Big Girls - Mika (well it puts ME in a good mood anyway).
Best songs to sing to
Billy - James Blunt
Anything by the Beatles. Especially Yellow Submarine.
Someone Like You - Adele
Buttercup - Mean Mr Mustard
I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness (belt out those high notes!)
I was going to add a list of music that I think is good to party to, but I'd end up posting my entire dance playlist. And that's a lot of song names to type out. So I shall end off now. But if you don't know any of the above songs, do yourself a favour and check them out. They're all pretty amazing and definitely worth a listen :D The usual amusing blog posts shall return as soon as I have had enough of headbanging around my room. With my curtains closed. I mean, people think I'm weird enough as it is...
When you feel like rocking out (the punky stuff - I don't like heavy rock)
He Wasn't - Avril Lavigne (girly punk!)
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance (perfect for headbanging)
American Idiot - Green Day
I Want You to Want Me - Letters to Cleo
Girls Don't Like Boys - Good Charlotte
Oxymoron - Zebra and Giraffe
When you want to laugh
It's Just Porn, Mom - The Trucks (it really is brilliant)
Elmo's Got a Gun - Bob and Tom
Anything by Weird Al Yankovich, if your tastes swing that way
The Kids - Eminem and the South Park kids
When you're in love
I Can Hear the Bells - Nikki Blonsky (yes it is from Hairspray. Don't judge me...)
Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira
Lucky - Jason Mraz
Marry Me - Train
Falling Down -Thus Far
When you're broken-hearted
No Suprise - Daughtry
I Need a Hero - Jennifer Saunders
I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance
Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne
F*ck You - Cee Lo Green ft 50 Cent (especially when you're drunk!)
When you want to be put in a good mood (this is a looong list!)
The General - Dispatch
Stay the Night - James Blunt
The Bird and the Worm - Owl City (<-- this is the ULTIMATE happy song)
Into Yesterday - Sugar Ray (epic surfer-type song!)
Walking on Sunshine - Ali & AJ
Mrs Robinson - Simon and Garfunkel
Big Girls - Mika (well it puts ME in a good mood anyway).
Best songs to sing to
Billy - James Blunt
Anything by the Beatles. Especially Yellow Submarine.
Someone Like You - Adele
Buttercup - Mean Mr Mustard
I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness (belt out those high notes!)
I was going to add a list of music that I think is good to party to, but I'd end up posting my entire dance playlist. And that's a lot of song names to type out. So I shall end off now. But if you don't know any of the above songs, do yourself a favour and check them out. They're all pretty amazing and definitely worth a listen :D The usual amusing blog posts shall return as soon as I have had enough of headbanging around my room. With my curtains closed. I mean, people think I'm weird enough as it is...
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Dionysus, god of wine
As it is Saturday morning (only just...), I'd assume that many of my readers were out maring last night. In fact, I KNOW many of you were - I saw you :P but for once, I was doing the (almost) sober cobra, which is unusual - and not recommended - in a place like Friars. Despite the fact that my almost-soberness put a rather obvious damper on my evening, I did find myself noticing things that I would never have noticed while drunk.
As we all know, Friars is known as the home of the drunken-lunge. If you are lusting after someone in particular and you spot them at Friars, it has become almost acceptable to randomly grab and kiss them on the dancefloor, dirty-dance with them or hook up in the corner of the middle bar (you know, the one under the TV. Personally, I have never hooked up in that corner. Just saying). I sat watching these drunken lunges last night - and there were many of them - and wondered what exactly it was that set off this display of debauchery. OK I know alcohol causes you to lose your inhibitions, which is why startling the object of your affections with an alcohol-flavoured kiss suddenly seems like a good idea. But why is it that all of our uninhibited actions seem to include some form of sexual activity? According to some brief google research that I did, the age during which people experience the strongest forms of sexual arousal are between 19 and 30, which could serve as an explanation. (Note: do NOT google words like "age" and "strongest sexual arousal" unless you have ensured that safe-search is switched on. I have now seen pictures that scarred me for life :-/ why does Google assume that "age" means old??). Combine that with dark rooms, music with a heavy beat and lots of bodies wriggling around together and suddenly I can understand why clubs have become so...sexually-oriented.
But this is the most important part of my question: why Friars? Why do you not see as many drunken lunges in Pirates, or SSS, or the Rat? And why do you never see them in places like Durban and Pretoria? The dancefloors are equally dark, the music is the same and there are, if anything, even more bodies wriggling around (I'm sorry, I just can't refer to what white people do on a dancefloor as "dancing". Not after hearing Lulu's opinions on it :P ). I've been told by male friends that Friars is a brilliant place to find a one-night stand and that hooking up is almost mandatory. Last year I believed these rumours, and hence became known as a bit of a wild child when it came to dancefloor kissing (I blame my sister's influence). Now that I am older - by a few months, but still - and hopefully wiser, and also despise hangovers, I've realised that perhaps people only hook up in Friars because it's what they think they are expected to do. We all know that Friars is very much a first-year hangout, even if some older students still frequent it. Perhaps these first years hear the rumours about Friars hookups, think "That sounds fun" and thus pounce on each other as soon as they're through the door.
This is clearly something I need to give more thought to. I shall add it to my list of "questions that plague me". (Which includes: why does cake batter taste better than the cake itself? How do first years get fat if dining hall food is so gross (see below)? Why do people feel the need to update their Facebook statuses while drunk, myself especially? Stay tuned for more from this fascinating series! :P ).
As we all know, Friars is known as the home of the drunken-lunge. If you are lusting after someone in particular and you spot them at Friars, it has become almost acceptable to randomly grab and kiss them on the dancefloor, dirty-dance with them or hook up in the corner of the middle bar (you know, the one under the TV. Personally, I have never hooked up in that corner. Just saying). I sat watching these drunken lunges last night - and there were many of them - and wondered what exactly it was that set off this display of debauchery. OK I know alcohol causes you to lose your inhibitions, which is why startling the object of your affections with an alcohol-flavoured kiss suddenly seems like a good idea. But why is it that all of our uninhibited actions seem to include some form of sexual activity? According to some brief google research that I did, the age during which people experience the strongest forms of sexual arousal are between 19 and 30, which could serve as an explanation. (Note: do NOT google words like "age" and "strongest sexual arousal" unless you have ensured that safe-search is switched on. I have now seen pictures that scarred me for life :-/ why does Google assume that "age" means old??). Combine that with dark rooms, music with a heavy beat and lots of bodies wriggling around together and suddenly I can understand why clubs have become so...sexually-oriented.
But this is the most important part of my question: why Friars? Why do you not see as many drunken lunges in Pirates, or SSS, or the Rat? And why do you never see them in places like Durban and Pretoria? The dancefloors are equally dark, the music is the same and there are, if anything, even more bodies wriggling around (I'm sorry, I just can't refer to what white people do on a dancefloor as "dancing". Not after hearing Lulu's opinions on it :P ). I've been told by male friends that Friars is a brilliant place to find a one-night stand and that hooking up is almost mandatory. Last year I believed these rumours, and hence became known as a bit of a wild child when it came to dancefloor kissing (I blame my sister's influence). Now that I am older - by a few months, but still - and hopefully wiser, and also despise hangovers, I've realised that perhaps people only hook up in Friars because it's what they think they are expected to do. We all know that Friars is very much a first-year hangout, even if some older students still frequent it. Perhaps these first years hear the rumours about Friars hookups, think "That sounds fun" and thus pounce on each other as soon as they're through the door.
This is clearly something I need to give more thought to. I shall add it to my list of "questions that plague me". (Which includes: why does cake batter taste better than the cake itself? How do first years get fat if dining hall food is so gross (see below)? Why do people feel the need to update their Facebook statuses while drunk, myself especially? Stay tuned for more from this fascinating series! :P ).
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