When I started this blog, I didn't think I'd be able to keep it up for this long. Usually I lose interest in such things within a matter of weeks. In fact, I'm pretty sure I have accounts scattered across the Internet where I've signed up to websites and promptly forgotten about them (including one personal blog from highschool that is so unbelievably cringey I would delete it in a second. If I could find the friggen' thing.)
But it has finally reached that time where I'm running out of things to post about. At first I thought that my creativity was dying, or that I just had intense writer's block. But instead, I think I've simply become too jaded as a Rhodes student; I've taken pretty much all this varsity can throw at me. I've seen punch drunk out of condoms, people passed out in random places, dogs in lecture theatres and people wandering the streets at all hours of the night. I've hooked up with random guys, fallen off tables and down stairs, and had conversations in the dining hall about resurrecting flies and how male cats have barbs on their penises (seriously, it's true. Google it). I've experienced brunch, Trivar, Oxbraai and multiple exams. I've learned that friends can fall out over a guy who wears tiny rugby shorts, and that going out in high heels is never a good idea.
So now I am in third year and no longer surprised by 3am fire drills, gay dogs and the horrors of braised steak. Which is somewhat depressing :( ideas, anyone?
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