Seven days (no M.I.*)

I haven't been gone very long, but here's what I've been up to anyway:

Saturday/ Sunday.
Whitney Houston.

Monday.
Portfolio deadline.
I stayed up till five am watching the Grammys to celebrate the fact that I'd made it through, and ended up looking like I'd been crying all night when I eventually handed it in.

Tuesday.
Valentine's day.
Started the unsuccessful twitter trending topic, "#IceColdValsTales". I don't know if this is an exclusively Nigerian thing, but we typically shorten the three-syllable word to 'vals'. Not getting any attention on 'Vals Day' is what we call 'roasting'.

It is safe to say I roasted.

Even though, I did get a few packages in the post on that day, and had fun pretending it was the weight of love that was weighing my arms down. (In actuality it was shea butter, aloe vera juice and purchased natural-look hair. <3)

Halfway through my cynical twitter jokes my ex updated his status with his new girlfriend's picture. Ahh, what a day. Cue hours of self reflection. Serious post about this possibly coming up soon. (Where serious = self pitying reflective)

Wednesday:

Oh happy day. I woke up singing Mika and realised Love Today is about crack. It made me smile the entire day long.

Carrie dresses like a kid for fun/ Licks her lips like there's something on 'em/ Tries to tell you life has just begun/ But you know she's getting something other than a love from another 

I might have mixed up the words a bit according to these people, but the sentiment's the same.

Had an amazing class. It was even better than here. Hint: we made inappropriate jokes and laughed until the end of class. The transcript will possibly accompany above hinted self reflective post. Hint: Omotayopia. Yup, awesomeness.

After, hordes of children scared my friends into finding a new place to hang out and I discovered the amazingness that is Bar Fusion. 

And I mean(t) it.

Plus, guess what! I dont have to walk outside to get to the post room or laundry room because the entire block is INTERCONNECTED. Mind.Blown. (How did everyone else figure it out so early on?!)

Thursday:

I took out my weave. It was wonderful. I deep-conditioned and filed away my chipped nails and started to clip off knots and splits before I realised I couldn't see all the way to the back and that the hairs were so springy I could barely separate them long enough to snip. I also finished a Hilary McKay book and got halfway through Will Eaves' new book, "This is Paradise". It was a productive day. (He's also on the faculty of the Warwick Writing Programme. (P.S: read Saffy's Angel, if you appreciate literature for young people. It's amazing.))

Friday:

I read some more and put my hair in two-strand twists. And watched Grey's anatomy. And, I'm pretty certain, at least one episode of 30 Rock. And Gossip Girl. Which is pretty much all I watch. (And How I Met Your Mother.)

Saturday:

Launched my hair (twist-out) on my friends. Words like 'sexy' and 'gorgeous' were thrown around, but I don't like to brag. 

Movie night at Laura's, where her dogs kept sniffing me. We saw The Bronx Warriors, the movie that inspired Evan Calder William's salvagepunk (M for Mieville, remember?). There was trash, there was anarchy, there was a corporation (so, capitalism. Duh.) Phallic symbols and too-tight jeans were recurring symbols. It was deadpan, it was enlightening, and it was... not as awesome as the guy that was obsessed with his elephants.

Somebody found a picture of a charred penis online at some point - you had to have been there to fully understand the context. I still don't know what an uncircumcised one looks like, but someone's dad has one. I don't know why she told us that, but she'd had a lot of wine, as had I. After, there was dancing. Perfection.

Sunday.

I woke up too early and had a shower in a bathroom that was too modern and got scalded by water that was too hot, but that was okay. I got dressed early, waited an hour before getting the bus and ended up late to church. (I blame a certain Indian girl.) After, I tried to buy too many things. Luckily, I didn't succeed. 

I strolled in fashionably late to the Lakeside Quiz and ended up in a group that came second. My contribution included such things as identifying the theme song - and full title - of Lois and Clark (The New Adventures of Superman), informing everyone that Speedy Gonzalez was the fastest mouse, and correcting the erroneous suggestion that Mariah Carey had sang(sung?) 'Listen'. I mean, everyone knows that was Beyonce. It also turns out there are more Atheists than Jews in the UK. (I still don't know if that means England or Britain.)

The prize for second place was chocolate. I know I chose Warwick University for a reason.

M.I. is a Nigerian rapper who recently released a song titled '7 days' to negative reception on the Nigerian corner of twitter. (Which doesn't really mean anything in the context of the offline population of the country, which is, obvs, more significant.) But other than predictable metaphors he's really quite a good rapper. I used to be a huge fan, back when I was twenty two.