a game of clue: slightly resolved

aaah. 2 am friday morning i hear someone vomiting..i'm thinkin - oh well, ill just check on my flatmates when i really wake up.
ha! i exit my room to find vomit not only in the hallway, but splattered on another flatmate's door, in front of her room, and in the kitchen.
yum! so, some, NOTICE, some flatmates and i convene in the hallway wondering where this sh*t came from b/c none of the 4 of us did it...

that only leaves one culprit- caitlin
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so, this wknd was really a game of clue - whodunit? who threw the f*ck up all over our apt and left in the middle of the nite? who dared to apologize by fcbk 3 whole days later b/c they were told to?
---and in order to facilitate this drunken vomiting, erica,debbie, and whoever the hell else were dwnstrs took another flatmates shot glasses AND MY GLASSES without asking. who does that? how do you jus come into someone else's place you don't know..and take their shit?? and don't return it?
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sigh.. had to vent..back to the story:

we all turn to look at caitlin as she emerges from her room with her friend.. we ask her where the vomit came from ALL OVER OUR F*ckin apt?!?

nope. wasn't caitlin, but her friend debbie (debbie is really better friends with erica who lives dwnstrs)
oh wait, convo interrupted by a FIRE ALARM?

so we leave our hot, now-smelly apt to go out in the freezing cold to walk 2 blocks for no DAMN reason.
guess who we see during the fire drill? erica...we tell her what her friend debbie did, and she was jus too nonchalant about it...hmmm!?? sumpthin is funny...

so upon returning to our humble flat, caitlin dares ask the cleaning lady to clean the vomit?! heeeell no?!?
so caitlin and her friend ended up "cleaning" up the vomit.
-the smell lasted aaaall wknd!!

and we hear nothing of debbie..so, this b*tch vomited all over our apt from being drunk, and just up-n-left...
..this case remains slightly resolved b/c debbie has no apologized in person. FCBK my ass?!?

"the london- duna weekly"

ok..ok..cheesy..but sooo what?!?

just randomness as usual, kinda like when ddNTP's bind to ssDNA during gene sequencing, or, when....
i just really wanted to let you know i really do attend uni.
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what the heeell is going on with mr.wannabe from kingston?! a box of crayola?! are you serious?
p.s - i'm just helping bossip.com out by spreading the word.
guess he really is "taking it to another level."

ooh oh..and yyyy was this staaaaank, extremely smelly homeless guy in my tube?? and more importantly, yy was he smoking?? it clearly states.....

te con leche

hmm..this morning i wake up to a lil 'spanish fiesta/tea party' going on in MY kitchen. wtf?!?
ok,
i hear: "insert loud spanish here".
so, since I live there, i'm gonna go into MY kitchen..
.no offence, but it was the CLEANING CREW all up in our kitchen?!?

so, i pretend like I need some damn tea, and since i'm half asleep, it took me awhile to realize i was trying to put the wrong tea pot on the wrong base..
granted, if i didn't have the WHOLE CLEANING crew in my kitchen to mumble to themselves in spanish ,"ooh, she's still sleeping, maybe she needs to switch the bases.."
noo, maybe YOU cleaning crew needs to switch sh*t since it was fine last nite, like everything else..the cleaning crew is aaalways rearranging our things...
aaand why are you using OUR utensils and plates?? uuum...hiya? can i get a croissant
too?

thinking of changing my name to omarosa...

on my way to regent campus, i hear this, "well, no, i've seen some good looking black ppl, but, they're not..."

hmm..i was close enough to reach out n smack this ignorant, prejudice, racist..b*tch right across the face..or pull an 'omarosa'.

she sure did want to pull her foot out of her mouth when she saw i heard her.

instead i gave her this wicked glare, entered campus, and as i walked by her obviously ignorant, prejudice, and racist friends they laughed to themselves.

wow. once again, i didn't want to start a fight because once again, i don't want to be deported today.

guess you can't stop racism/prejudice one person at a time.
p.s - for the slow ppl, "pull an omarosa" -- to say "what did you say about black ppl?1?"

pro black.

this blog is brought to you by c-murda!
who?!?
thaaaaaat's meeee...

i thought today was going to be a good day...started off with a little
new black music lugged the laptop to the library and spent my day on my paper...apparently, after wasting my whole wknd and more hrs today, i have to rewrite my paper. it's all wrong. f*ck!

soooo....is blue hair in style? just a question b/c i saw this lady today with blue hair conveniently matching her blue sweater. i would've dismissed her, but...i'm at the tube station and i see 'thing 1' and 'thing 2'...grown ass dr.seuss characters. thing 1 had blue hair. hmmmm...

after wasting time at the library, i'm jetting home cuz for some reason, not only did i not receive the 'blue hair memo', but i didn't know it was going to be 8 degrees outside. i wasn't prepared...anywho this guy walks up to me, here's the convo:

man: you're beautiful.
me: thanks.
man: wot are you studyin?
me: biology
man: oh, im studyin chematography, yah, and i studied nutrition, and all that, you know? i try to study my blackness as well...
....WTF? first of all...i dont even think i was listenin beyond this point..i think he even asked me on a date. wow...did this black guy use the word 'date'?? more importantly, wtf is chematography? i dont even know what that is...i mean it sounded like 'chematography' but sh*t..maybe he meant 'chromatography'..
sigh.. then at some point he was saying how he's from st.lucia..with his ancestry being ghanan...
i just had to go. .
pz out.
dinner!

WORSHIP

I went out for lynn' s bday last nite @ WORSHIP bar...didn't expect to meet anyone intriguing nor almost get in a 'fight/argument'..but always expect the unexpected.

there's this guy, let's call him - joe*. joe is from bangladesh and a friend of lynn's . he's cute and funny, but may still have ties to his ex-gf. but yea, he passed round 1 of the personality screening. i guess i'm easy?? ha.

fast forward to the almost-an-argument:
i was wearing one of my '2hr shoes'. you know, my black pumps with a 2 hr limit. i spot this stool, get comfy, and at the point of comfort, this b*tch walks up to me like "that's my seat." i say, "oh, sorry, didn't know." i move to give the b*tch her seat, she sits on it for literally 2min, then gets up n walks well across to the other side of the club.

so i go and reposition myself on the stool, because now i have really passed my 2hr limit...i got up for 30 sec, and within that 30 sec the b*tch walks back over, drags the stool away from me, and puts her sh*t on the stool and gives me the ugliest look EVER?!? uuuh. how old are we?

then again i shouldn't be surprised. the b*tch's friend nearly started a fight in the loo. ignorance.

reflect.

*sigh*

damn.the week is over. AGAIN. I'd like to take this time to reflect on the foolishness that london sometimes offers and the bright sides of the week.



tues. - early am- yyyy can't i go to sleep? i mean, it's not like it ever takes me less than an hr to be in dreamland anyway, but this particular nite this chick is singing 'silent night' at the TOP of her lungs outside my window..preceding the crushing of glass bottles. really, how often per week can you recycle?

took my exam..i presume a low 'B' mark. grr.that tricky bastard! then on my way home from class, i'm followed throughout the tube station by this african guy swearing i'm familiar, and then changes his story to 'i'm lost in london..can you help me?' why me?

wed. --happy halloween! and happy bday iris!(12:01 am) - the 1st attempt to say 'happy bday iris!' my flatmates n i get together, with a cake n everything to surprise iris - and she was literally dead asleep. boo!
2nd attempt - 7am- iris is awake! yay! eat cake...back to sleep til 11am. off to class til 2pm.

...8pm until? - dinner @ sugar reef - yum! and "inexpensive", then off to whack club storm..(note to self: no more clubs in covent garden/leicester sq.). then my first ride in the infamous blackcab!

thurs. - skipped mol. therapeutics. (2nd note to self: no more late outings b4 thurs.)...guest lecturer in mol. diagnostics! yes! - 2-5:15pm.lawd but that sh*t was 4ever! and if betty asks one more stupid question in class, she WILL start paying my tuition!

--tata for now!--