Saturday, October 12, 2002

Get a grip!

Yesterday, some dude near ran me over in his car, and was grinning at me so hard... Thing is he drove purposely into the court I was walking in, only to reverse and go the other way. Did he want me to see he has a car? Yay, have a biscuit. I was doing my laundry and was dressed in a hoody and baggy-ass track pants (they were my dad's but I stole them) and couldn't have been looking any less sexy, so tell me why he would want to follow me walking back to my house, lugging a huge bag of wet clothes (the dryer broke down on me) and ask me for my phone number??? And this is after running up to me to ask if I was Patricia, cuz I look like her. Who's Patricia? I was so mad. No, I can manage the bag THANX. No I won't give you my number, don't ask why, I just won't. So imagine how I near keel over when dude shows up 5 minutes later round the back of my house in his car, following me to ask for my email. Dood! Go away... Begging isn't cute on you...

I just felt nasty after that. Some men new to the place see how freely some women give it up and hence believe that we're all the same. Especially some of the black men, who have it hard to get some in their countries and think everyone is loose here. Worse, some go as far as thinking, I'm black, sh'es black, surely she wants me too. That's how it was in Spain as well. Two years ago, this man, some old Nigerian geezer was so blunt as to TELL ME that he's sick of f***ing these white chicks, he wants some black stuff now, can he have my number? Imagine! I think he had mental issues tho cuz he actually drooled spit onto the ground as he spoke. I was alone, it was getting dark, not many people were on the path and I was pissing my pants. He was actually holding my arm. I saw him the other day too, but if he look at me again, I'll.. .do something drastic....

Even today on the Catholic Society trip Bodiam Castle and Rye (which was nice), a Nigerian, who claims he saw me dancing in the club, came asking for my number. And this is after he's telling me about his overseas girlfriend, how hard it is to be alone, and his 'harsh' previous sex life which made taking the AIDS test so worrisome and all I heard was blah blah blah can't you see how good it would be if i sexed you? Dude had the audacity to tell me that he doesn't like being turned down when I told him NO. About 4 times.

Grrrrrr!

*The Princess will stop bitching about stupid men now, cuz they're not all entirely the same... she hopes*
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This is that link to the whole lemon story... Couldn't get it to work before. What can I say, I'm an html dumbass.

Safe sex and a Slice?
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Friday, October 11, 2002

Strange stuff on CNN...

Scientists have dicovered a new contraceptive which also kills that AIDS virus: lemon juice. Imagine!

Honey, did you bring the lemon?


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Thursday, October 10, 2002

Pigs like us

My trip to town to 'get a few things' turned into an eating marathon. It was great! Ice-cream, Subway sweet onion teriyaki chicken sandwich (yum!), candy, nachos with cheese and chilli and sour cream and guacamole and peppers, hot apple pie with custard, and more candy when we went to watch 'Red Dragon'. Which is a very good film, but still can't beat 'Silence of the Lambs'. Had me terrified, but then again, I get scared easily...

Good friends and good food. That's what makes the world go 'round. We devised plans, and giggled and acted so unbelieveably childish... It was decided good food was better than sex, but we'll leave that open to discussion. Hahaha!

Went to town at 3pm, and got back to campus at 10.45. Forget the books today. And the laundry. Maybe tomorrow...
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Wednesday, October 09, 2002

Enlightened!

I've always felt so dumb when people talked about Pink Floyd and I never knew who they were... And now I know! In fact, I've always known them I just never knew I knew who they were....

Whatever.

Had another free meal yesterday, which was da bomb. And rugby-housemate was cooking up a storm just now which smells so fantastic, but I'm still full from that hamburger and fries I had at like 5.30. (I had a craving, and cravings must be fulfilled, much as I regret it now. I know remember why I don't like meat so much: sits like a brick in my stomach) Well, anyway, he's fine now, the foot's doing much better. And yes, he will continue with the rugby team, althought with prayers that initiation is over. Hey, at least he's not Pretty Boy who was Vaselined before the vibrator was... Never mind.

In other news, I will beat down the next dude who just can't take no for an answer. Just so happens that ask-me-for-my-number-over-and-over-dude lives at my neighbour's house, and he discovered it yesterday and tried to jump me. I mean, you just don't try and dance with people in their kitchen, I don't care if you hearing 'chunes' in your head. Get a frikkin grip. Playing he coming up behind me while I wash up. WTF? Do I know him?? Damn, negro.

More randomy, I was so revving to do my laundry, I have it all sorted, but I just never made it. Tomorrow. Not that I have a choice, only one pair of socks left, and I'm not feeling tights. I refuse to believe it's winter yet. I'm still bopping around Euro-style with a denim jacket and a scarf. And freezing my ass off by the time I get home. I just can't do the winter thing, it's too early.

I just thought I'd mention here that I love my housemates. They're wicked cool. That's what American girl says, along with stuff like Jeez Louise. Imagine!

*The Princess thinks Pink Floyd is not so wicked cool*
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Sunday, October 06, 2002

When it rains, it pours

You know the scene: just when it can't get any worse, it does. Just when you don't think things could look any more hopeless and dark, they do.

But then one day, the light comes on.

Life is a funny thing, the way shit happens. Because you'll always find that it's good for something.

*The Princess ponders on the mysteriousness of it all*



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My house is great. As I was dying from clubbing while sick, they made me sheperd's pie, which was fantastic, and tea. Then we watched movies and talked mess all night. Except for two, who had just come back from visiting London and decided they were gonna go oget drunk. They did. Well, not gross, pissing and passing out drunk, just realy giggly and funny drunk. Very entertaning.

Don't know where our other housemate is. The one who smashed his hand into a wall and I thought he was in a fight. It's a rugby thing. They were trying to push down a wall. Whch didn't work. Poor dudes. And as if his mangled hand wasn't enough, they had the actual initiation night last week, which involved cimbing Westgate (a huge stone gate, about 20/25 feet tall) butt naked in the middle of the freezing night in front of the female rugby team. And this was after they were all lined off, naked, in order of ugly - pretty, branding the prettiestt 'Pretty Boy' and shoving a turned-on vibrator up hs ass. Nice one. Well, my ill-fated housemate never quite made it up Westgate; he slipped backk down all 20 feet (they were all completely drunk, so it's not surprise) and crushed his foot. He couldn't walk, and he has what looks like a tennis ball in his ankle. Poor thing. His ma had to come for him to go to his registered doctor. I haven't seen him since. And there I was being all judgemmental... Shame on me!

Dinner-time. Someone's cooking something that smells fantastic.

*The Princess hunts for food, while still buzzing from that amazing phone call...*


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