i just wanna change my username

So there I was on tghe yahoo website trying to change my username. What wrong with it u ask... Wel I have been using my email address for a couple of years now so I got the address way back in High School, which brings me to my problem with it coz while calling maself this like neobabe might have sounded cool then it certainly isnt now. So I have been getting a lot of flack for ma silly userId. I really thought it would be an easy procedure. Something like entering ma old id and then entering the new one and BAM id changed. But after spending the whole morning doing it I think I might have had better luck trying to get a new Id from the home affairs dept. What made the whole thing worse is that I was dealing with computer instructions, Ive never wished for a call-center agent to scream at like I did this morning... So sadly I still have my old address but maybe Ill open a new one on the side jyst in case someone from the Mail n Guardian e-mails me with a job offer...you never know, that username might be in the way of ma success....

my lecturer the Academic Assassin

I hardly complain about my lecturers, they are nice people, a bit senile but nice. I get along with most of them because I do my work and get really good marks every once in a while. But there is this one lecturer though, who may or may not be our HOD. That guy intimidates the hell out of me, so I avoid him like the plague. During our Cape Town trip he couldn't be avoided. I was in his group so was with him on most of our excursion. When we went to the Navy in Simon's Town he was busy correcting our tour guide (very irritating) when he was giving us background info on the ships, missions and stuff. The poor guy was so embarrassed that he went to verify his facts, only to find that the Academic Assassin, who may or may not be our HOD, was right. It also didn't help me much that I'm SUCH A LOUD MOUTH!!! So, I found myself out of my depth when I ended up in a conversation with him about journalism, BIG MISTAKE!!! I felt so small that I ended up asking him for his badge which read "when I grow up I want to be a journalist". That got him to flash a smile, which was an achievement of sorts because in the two years that I have been on campus, I've never seen him smile...ever! For those two seconds I felt really, really clever...plus he promised to get one of those badges for me (Like I believed him). I think he was just trying to get me to shut up, think my mother used that tactic on me as well when I was annoying her during an episode of the young and the restless. But now he moved our farewell ceremony to a Thursday afternoon instead of a Friday night just so we can come to campus (hangovers and all) on the Friday...damn!!! Just when I was beggining to like the guy.

newspaper fatigue

On any given weekday, I go through about 4 newspapers i.e Daily Sun (dont ask!) The Times, The Citizen and Pretoria News. I believe that this gives me a well rounded view on the news of the day...I get different views on the same stories, but the real reason is that all my lecturers insist on giving us ambush tests every once in a while, so I think it best to be prepared. Of late I've been dreading opening up a newspaper because it's just so many pages of the same things and looking at the pile is even more disheatening... I'm suffering from a severe case of "Newspaper fatigue". I'm not sure if the term exists yet but I'm sure some therapist out there will soon claim it as their own so I won't even bother copyrighting it. The problem is that I actually like reading, a lot, but doing it because I have to just sapps out all the enjoyment I gannered from reading a well written piece or column. On weekends I hardly miss a copy of the M&G and the Sunday Times. So you can imagine my sho ck at the news that Mondli Makhanya, Sunday Times editor and one of his journalists might be arrested as a result of their expose on the Health minister. This is really terrible news because I doubt that the Mbeki admin can stood any lower. Trampling on freedom of speech of the media is a very stupid move. So, now we are a few arrests short of turning into Zimbabwe, we are already catching up fast it the power cuts, excuse me, load -shedding are anything to go by...

pricasso- life imitating art in a very uncomfotable way

You've probably heard of Pricasso by now. This guy basically paints pictures with his eh, penis. I read an article about him in the paper the other day- I kinda like had that feeling you get when you drive past an accident scene...shocked yet at the same time curious. They had a picture of him posing with a talk-radio host who's portrait he had just painted live in the studio while she was doing her show...how creepy is that. Imagine going live on air and talking about some inane topic, while Pricasso whipps out his eh, manhood to do your portrait. He'll probably dip it in paint and carry on as he would normally do...gross!!! Isn't it a health risk to get paint in there or does he use specially paint. The cherry on the cake ( so to speak) is that Pricasso's travel companion is Miss Nude Australia, don't they make the perfect pair. Imagine having them over for dinner at my house and my dad asking them what is it that they do... he'd have a heart attack on the spot!!! Hey maybe I should try to get them to come over for Sunday lunch so that my dad's CURRYFISH can snap them out of insanity???

My dad's curryfish driving me up the wall!!!!!!!!!

Usually my beautiful sister makes us a killer lunch when Sunday arrives, but she was not home yesturday... and since I'm completely hopeless in the kitchen, my dad was left with the honour of making Sunday lunch. Now my dad (bless his soul) is not a bad cook. In fact, he is actually very good for a man who is almost 60. His only problem is that he has this thing with potatoes...he puts them in every single dish he makes!!! Sunday lunch would usually consist of potato salad, mashed potatoes, roasted/fried potatoes and if he's making stew ( u guessed it right) then that will definately have potatoes in it. His only argument is that they are healthy and believe me he does not buy the whole argument about potatoes being carbs...My dad says " they are vegetables, so they must be healthy"... then he carries on peeling his precious potatoes. When he decided to make us fish instead, I was very happy. I think I nearly let out a tear of joy. Then I came back home from church to the realisation that maybe potatoes weren't so bad afterall because I had clearly forgotten that CURRYFISH was my dad's other vice. Now he's been making it the same way for as long as I can remember. It's got these huge half-cooked onion rings in it and absolutely no CURRY taste to speak of, it is really watery and horrific and the one he made yesturday had no salt in it either.... so I finaly snapped!!!! Believe me it wasnt pretty and I felt so bad afterwards because I know that my dad thinks that he's the best curryfish cook, this side of Pretoria. So he's really mad at me now and he retorted by dissing my non-existent cooking skills (ouch that hurt). But my objective wasn't achieved because he vowed to make me better curryfish next Sunday so I guess I put my foot in it yet again... I can already imagine my mom looking down on me and laughing herself silly!! Anybody wanna invite me for Sunday lunch next week??