Players' Ball

        Hello again, midgets. It's your favourite blogger back in the biz after a little bit of a break, but now that exams are over and Snoop is blaring around, it's time to give y'all a piece of my mind yet again. Let's start with my favourite topic, the cat, who developed less masculine ways to lie on the cold ceramic floor to cool himself down. I'm thinking about submitting his poses to National Geographic, see what they think about him. Stupid little furball.

         "And got no money in my pocket but I'm already here". Oh, sorry, anyway, so, like I was saying, now that my Oral exams (no, I don't mean the perverted definition) are done, with their pros and cons, it's time to sit back, put my feet up and focus on what really matters in life: being awesome. Now, those who know me best know that awesomeness is not a phase, it's not a condition, it' a state of mind. You will, and you are. Kinda like telepathy, or something, but way more awesome.

         Why does it smell like kitty litter?

          Has it occurred to anyone before that Oxford actually means "Ox Bridge"? I mean, if you study at Oxford, you're studying whatever at a bridge made for oxen. Good luck with that. Which reminds me, you should read into the creation of Stanford University, it's an interesting story. Reminds me of Shakira's rise to fame. Really. Her first label kicked her out because she "sounds like a goat".

          "What's common between guys and cars? They both release gas, you can turn both on with just a switch, they're both hard and costly to maintain". Just made that up.

           How come Sanaweya 3amma students can cry and yell and scream and mope and faint and attempt suicide because an exam was even marginally unexpected, while we can just slam our heads into a cactus if we're plain miserable? Ironically, those Sanaweya 3amma people moan and whine and weep so thaty they can get themselves into our position. Funny, eh?

          I'm bored, so, until next time, but first, let's all chant the magical verses:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Ain't no one more fake gangsta,
Than Lil' Wayne and his crew!