Category Archives: University

Having To Choose

Hi guys. It’s been a while.

I wrote a piece over on fvdedcollective.com titled ‘Bursaries and Virginities’ and it’s my response to a report about a university in South Africa offering bursaries to female students who remain celibate and undergo regular testing to ensure they are sticking to the terms of the agreement. You can check it out here. I feel like I’m not done talking about it yet because it really is a segue into a lot of deeper issues that weigh on my mind a lot of the time. I was angry when I wrote that post but now I feel like I can reason a bit better.

I was talking to a few of my friends in university about this and almost all of them said they would accept this bursary and the aforementioned testing just because they were already virgins and they didn’t plan on having sex before graduating from university anyway. But what I didn’t get is why they didn’t get that this whole situation was the biggest pile of shit in the first place. So I guess this is what I would say to them if they would listen to me and my words flowed as naturally as they do when I’m sitting in front of a computer screen.

I understand wanting to remain celibate as much as I understand wanting to have sex and I understand wanting to have an education and not having the funds for it at the time. I understand why this could seem appealing but I don’t understand why one has to choose. I don’t understand why sex has to be used as a weapon against a woman or anyone.

At the end of the day, I am a human being first. I am an intellectual being, I am a sexual being. I feel things, I want things. I have the capability to be anything I want with everything that I am. We are all sexual beings so why is sex something that I have to choose? It’s the choice that irritates me. It’s the fact that I have to choose between wanting to expand my mind or taking part in this fundamental act of life. It’s this notion that all I present to you is what’s between my legs and nothing more. Why can’t I have the possibility of both?

The reasoning behind this bursary was to minimise the spread of STDs and unwanted pregnancies and all that jazz. But do these things happen on their own? Do I click my fingers and demand to have chlamydia or have a foetus grow inside of me? It takes two to tango. Everyone is super quick to point the finger at females in almost all cases that involve sex. Be it rape, be it harassment, anything that involves consent or sex itself going wrong, females are seen as the problem and 9 times out of 10, I bet a female didn’t bring any of the issues on to herself. No one has stopped to consider the problem could stem from a male?

There are basics rights as a human being and from all I see and from what I know, the experiences of a female in this day and age are inexplicably tied to her sexuality. And it saddens me. We are so much more, we are not just sex. Too many times, I hear women saying they need to change what they are to change the outcome of situation that involves a member of the opposite sex. We have to do all the work or we need to be the defining factor. In my head, inequality is tied to the saying “from who much is given, much is required”. My one sole question that I will continue to ask is “why?” Yes, we are a bundle of intricacies and we do so much for the world but we’re not the only ones here. I just wish I knew why it was always down to women to be the sacrificial lamb in almost all situations.

Georgina ❤

Songs of the Week

And of course, The Life of Pablo but Kanye’s being difficult so either subscribe to Tidal or download it somewhere. It’s great. It’s in my top 3 Kanye albums, I’m not ashamed to say it.

Delayed Reaction

The saga continues. I had another run-in with my friend and let’s just say the blissful nothingness that occurred after the goings-on of last week’s post didn’t last for long. The timing was perfect for the blog post though, no?

“What happened this time?”
“I was walking down the hall and I walked straight into him.”
“What happened, woman?”
“He said the biggest hello to my friend but he couldn’t even look me in the eye.”
“Maybe he didn’t want your friend to get a clue.”
“No. It was almost like he was ashamed of it; it felt like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. He didn’t even say anything to me.”
“That’s extreme.”
“That’s how it felt. And then it made me feel really, really shitty about the whole thing.”
“Like you regretted it?”
“Yeah. I just wanted to redo everything and kick him out of my room that night. I mean, why should he get to ignore me when he came on to me? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Boys don’t make sense, get used to it.”
“Still. It’s all so fucked up.”
“But didn’t you both say it wouldn’t happen again?”
“Yeah we did, that doesn’t mean he should act like I don’t exist.”
“Do you think he’s told everyone?”
“I’m not worried about that, I just don’t appreciate this sudden switch on me. What’s even funnier, I’ve seen him more times since our little thing than before everything happened combined. Combined.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I can’t do anything. I just have to live with it and pray he stops being such an asshole.”
“And pigs will fly shortly after, surely.”
Stop. I just don’t get it. I mean, you can hook up with someone and at least be cordial after, right?”
“Easier said than done. Maybe he just can’t look at you without thinking about what’s underneath your clothes.”
“That’s so stupid. I don’t look at him and automatically think about his third arm.”
“Why you lyin’?”
“I don’t though. Oh well, my hooking up days are over.”
“You barely even started.”
“Exactly why it’s good to stop right now.”

 

Moral of the story: don’t think you can get away with it. I keep saying this and I will always say it; I’ll scream it even: you cannot partake in sexual tings (yes, I said tings), be it all the way or thereabout, without feeling something, anything. Be it remorse, happiness, guilt, closure or that sensation that swells up in you where even you can’t put your finger on it, that feeling of static, whatever it is: you will feel something. We’re human beings and sex is a combination of feelings, it’s a physical manifestation of emotions, whether you like it or not. At the time, it could feel awesome but then the aftermath will sneak up on you and it’ll have you thinking all kinds of things, bad things, haunting things. It’ll have you doing all kinds of things, just to escape or embrace the reality of what has happened.

Maybe it depends on the person: if you know you have guts of steel and you can go back to absolute normality with a person after the deed has been done, then bravo. If you can’t, put it back in your pants or in your bra or whatever. It just leaves a trail of awkward little balls of rage and semi-broken hearts all over the place. It’s a mess, a mess that could be avoided if we all didn’t give in to every little sexual whim that blew our way. But, then again, that whim is pretty demanding. Ah, what an impasse.

Or is my friend just being too naive? Are hookups a definitive end to basic friendliness? Surely, that cannot be right.

At the end of the day, the boy in question really just has a lot of growing up to do as do all boys who do this exact same thing to gazillions of girls out there.

In less strenuous news, I actually like university this year, like, a lot. Almost all my lectures are super interesting, studying over everything doesn’t seem like a death sentence anymore. Only downside, there’s so much group work and it is so annoying, I can’t stress this enough. On the other hand, lab sessions are so cool now. I got to work with hydrazine. Hydra-freaking-zine. That’s rocket fuel. Actual rocket fuel. I still get all mystified when I think about it. Even though I didn’t propel anything in to space, it’s still cool, shh.

Until next week or whenever,

Xièxie! (That means ‘thank you’ in pinyin (a variation of Mandarin) which I’m a total pro at now.)

Georgina ❤

Song of the Week

And We’re Live Again

Hello, hello, hello.

I write this while running on approximately 4 hours of sleep, being slightly deaf in one ear with a raspy voice and equally as bad cough. Welcome to year two of university. It feels tremendously good to be back!

I’ve really missed my blog. That feeling of utter dread as I click ‘Publish’ once a week, or thereabouts, was something I started to crave. I have been writing though, on fvdedcollective.com and I will continue to so keep an eye out for me there.

I live on Indomie noodles, it’s all I need. I watch Eastenders in the quaintness of my room because I’m too chicken to go down to the common room. I just finished reading The Martian and now I’m really obsessed with the idea of being stranded on Mars. I went clubbing on a school night and managed to sit through 3 hours of organic chemistry lectures the next morning without feeling the need to gouge my eyes out. It’s all extremely satisfying, this feeling of independence. If I’m not making dinner for myself, no one is. If I don’t wake up on time, I’m missing precious lecture/lab time. If I don’t go grocery shopping, food will not magically appear in the fridge if I open and close it a couple of times. It’s really quiet and it can be unnerving sometimes but I actually love it. I am content.

I’m feeling optimistic about this year. The workload is daunting already but I’m ready for the challenge. My modules even sound so science-y now, I feel like a grown up just saying them (“Where you off to?” “Oh, just going to my Pharmacology and Pharmaceutics lecture.” “Sorry, I can’t hear you, my Organic and Medicinal Chemistry workshop awaits me.”) A lot of the people I couldn’t stand have either left, transferred or become so traumatised by the ordeal of the first year, they are nothing but a mere shadow of themselves which is great for me. I’ll find something else to complain about eventually, that is a given. I feel like this is the one true year where the true grit of university will hit me like a ton of bricks. That gentle massage of first year has been drastically replaced by the harsh and fast reality of second year.

I haven’t really got much to say, which is strange. I always have something to say. But I did say I’d be back in September and a promise is a promise. Um, wow, I’m all out of updates so next week it is.

Yours truly,

Georgina

Uh Oh, University’s Coming

Okay, well, I’m not lying to you, I didn’t have a bloody clue what to blog about this week. This is the continuous battle I face with this blog: I vowed to always write about something no matter how insignificant my life seems at the time but sometimes the insignificance is so prominent, it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming and I literally feel like my brain will turn to mush imminently.

But, as a true writer, the show must go on, painstakingly even. So, I’m going to, hopefully, give you a glimpse at what keeps me awake at night. Enjoy.

The “move-out” virus had another jab at me this weekend and I had to do some hunting. You will not believe private halls are charging £9000+ for a room and a bathroom. That’s a whole year of tuition fees. Are the words “money-producing mug” tattooed on my face please? I looked at the halls my university provides and since I’m not about to die of contracting chlamydia and God knows what else from sharing a bathroom with 4 other girls, I’m about that ensuite life. I risk my life on a daily basis having to hover-pee in the toilets on campus already so I think I deserve my own bathroom in my own damn room. Anywho, an ensuite bedroom costs £4500 for a year. I could pinch myself and go for this option but it’s halls of residence. Halls are known for their ear-splittingly loud parties at ungodly hours of the night and their extremely thin walls (believe me, I know this) and their ability to forcing you to share a kitchen with a bunch of utter rodents (most of the time, not all, no offence). Lastly, renting out a room in a 4-bed, 3-bath house will cost around £120 a week for 40 weeks, normally, which works out to £4800. Now, this is doable but unless you know who the other rooms are being rented out to, you could be co-habitating with a serial killer, you just don’t know.

Ideally, I would want to be in halls because halls are where it’s at, it’s where I’ll most likely meet and make some great friends whilst fending for myself in all shapes and forms. I just want to know whether 2nd year students can live separately from 1st years because I don’t think I would have the stamina to keep up with them, I just couldn’t. We’ll see.

It’s all fun and games until you realise how much all this is going to cost. I don’t think there’s any experience in my young adult life that will be half as expensive as going to university. Let’s do the maths, shall we?

MATHS!

Tuition fees: £9000 x 4 = £36,000

Accommodation (let’s just say I live out for all 4 years in halls): £4500 x 4 = £18,000

Living costs (I’m talking food, basic necessities, travel, phone bills, things I would literally cease to exist without. Pretend I’m a social recluse who is totally okay with staying in bed all day, not mingling with fellow Earthlings unless it is mandatory. This figure is deduced by subtracting rent for a year from the highest loan eligibility for students living in London on courses starting September 2014*): £3251 x 4 = £13,004

That is a whooping £67,004 of debt on my shoulders before I even have a job. This isn’t even including overdrafts and other loans, buddies. If this is a dream, please wake me up right now.

The average annual salary for a student from my university 6 months after graduating is £18,000. That means I’d hypothetically have to dedicate around 4 of my annual salaries to pay for this. The government cannot start clawing their money back from me until I’m earning £21,000, is that supposed to make me feel better?!

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Will I even FIND a job, really? 4 years from now, I will still be writing this blog (I just know I will) and I will answer this question.

I’m not trying to scare all you university babies, I’m just being the Grinch who steals your innocence. This is life, it has to be accepted. This is what wanting a higher education in the diaspora is about, it’s about worrying how you’ll be able to afford it, like, ever. You need to realise how much it’s going to cost because sure, freedom sounds like audio sex to your ears but when you’re slapped in the face with a bill that will take 186 years to pay back (if you pay back £30 a month, every month to pay back a £67,004 debt), considering every option isn’t a bad idea.

If you know you’re doing or about to do a course that you know you don’t like, get yourself together. It’s just going to be a domino effect of misery for the rest of your life. Me, I’m liking it so far but I like what it has to offer in the future even better and that is enough to push me through to the finish line where I’ll be handed a degree in one hand and a tracker from the debt collector in the other. Welcome to my nightmares, can you tell that I’m kind of worried? I guess it could be worse. I could be pregnant. And if all else fails, here are my 3 options:

  • becoming a stripper (don’t give me that look, stripping is an art and they earn a LOT of money).
  • marrying a rich man (that sets the feminist movement back a gazillion years but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.)
  • being that voice in the elevators/buses/trains/sat navs etc that tells you what’s going on. (My voice is perfect for it, ask my friends, no joke.)

Chew on this, guys. It’s fibre for your thoughts.

Some links to help you process this:

https://www.gov.uk/student-finance/loans-and-grants*

http://www.savethestudent.org/money/student-money-survey-results.html#2

http://www.nus.org.uk/en/advice/money-and-funding/money-budgeting-/?load=6&top=546

Quote of the Week – “Let go and let God.” – This literally popped up in my head just as I was about to save this and try to sleep. Note to self, Georgina. Don’t PANIC. Just live, get your degree and the rest will be dealt with accordingly. Deep breath.

Song of the Week – Elastic Heart – Sia (yeah yeah, you find the video odd, I find it cool and the song is cool, chill out) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWZGAExj-es

Georgina ❤

I Am Royally Fed Up

On Thursday, I was sitting in my lecture hall around 15 minutes early. I’m just going to put this out there, I particularly hate this hall because it’s shit. The seats are super low so if you have long legs, you’re basically doomed to suffer pins and needles for an hour. Everyone has like 13 inches of space to work within. There’s minimal space between the rows so if you’ve got long hair, it’s going to be in my work space. If you have bad breath, I am going to smell it and wish to die. If you’re talking about something obnoxious, I will hear it and mentally judge you. There are 2 huge pillars strategically placed right where the lecture’s podium thing is so if you’re one of those students who actually likes to see who is teaching you, you either have to sit on the edge of a row or break your neck trying. It’s just SHIT. PRMB3009, the room number of my educational torment.

Anyway, I was minding my own business, reading American Psycho (which is going amazingly well) and the place started to fill up. These boys sat behind me and were talking, I wasn’t tuned in but then, I felt a tap, an actual tap, properly exerted on my shoulder. Now, unless, the density of air suddenly changed to that of a human finger, I’m not crazy and it was definitely a tap. So I figured, one of them was trying to grab my attention, which was fine by me. I turned around and Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest are staring at me, guilt plastered on their acne-ridden faces. Besides the guilt, I swear you could peel the fear off their faces, it was that tangible. Now, I’m not a scary person, I don’t aim to seem unapproachable so the fact that they looked absolutely petrified startled me.

After a few seconds, waiting for the tapper to say whatever it was they had intended to say, I said “Hello. Did one of you just poke me?” I was all smiles, utterly non-confrontational. I should have said tap, maybe they couldn’t comprehend the word poke.

“Uh, no, I didn’t poke you.” – Chief Dumbo

“No.” – Middle Dumbo, who was looking at me with total apprehension.

One of them just stared at me with a mixture of dread and discomfort. I wish I could sketch, words just aren’t doing justice to how these boys were looking at me.

“Oh, okay.”

I turn back around and oga (pronounced like Olga without the l. In Yoruba, it means boss) Dumbo says “Maybe you’re just paranoid. Paranoid poke.”

It took every iota of the Lord’s divine strength within me to not turn around and verbally dismantle him and his dipshit friends and their puberty-wrecked faces and their shitty haircuts and their obscene fashion sense. I took a deeeeeeep breath and shook my head, put away American Psycho before it gave me any ideas and tried my best to focus on the lecture which was about imaginary numbers. Just when you think you’ve heard it all, imaginary numbers get chucked at you. It was actually really cool: so you know how the square root of -1 doesn’t exist? Well, with imaginary numbers (i), we can assume the square root of -1 is i and the square of i is -1. Apparently, it’s an absolute lifesaver.

This whole week, some of these university students have just been proving how utterly stupid they are (first lesson of the freaking semester, I arrive at the designated room and there’s a swarm of my classmates standing outside the room and a handful of others inside. I ask one of them, why is everyone outside? She told me there was a sign on the door that said Do Not Disturb. When I tell you this sign had been there since we started university, would it be enough to justify why I think some of them are just airheads?) and that really was the icing on the cake. I probably sound so conceited right now. I’m not better than any of them, we’re all paying £9000 a year for the next 3 years to get the same degree. But do you get why I am so frustrated? Doesn’t university require a certain degree of capability? We are not in pre-school, no one is going to come to you and tell you that the sign on the door that has been there for months doesn’t apply to you, or that you shouldn’t talk so freaking loud in a lecture or that you shouldn’t tap people then deny it whilst looking as if you’ve just been confronted by Medusa, for crying out loud. University requires a minimum level of brain activity which, I seriously think, a lot of these people simply fall beneath.

Medusa, for those of you who do not know. She was a monster according to Greek Mythology. Image Source - http://courtneytrowbridge.com/2012/07/19/medusa/

Medusa, for those of you who do not know. She was a monster in Greek Mythology.
Image Source – http://courtneytrowbridge.com/2012/07/19/medusa/

Going back to last week’s poll question for a second, the question was “Is it weird if I go up to random people (boys, in particular) and just start up a conversation?” and well, 75% of you thought it depended on the scenario but mostly, yes it was weird while the rest of you thought it wasn’t weird at all. Well, now, it’s not even a matter of going up to anyone, it is simply WHO IS THERE TO APPROACH?

I can’t begin to express how it pains me to have to realise that most of the individuals on my campus are simply not doing it for me in any way, shape or form. They just are not. I’m all about synergy, about connecting spiritually first of all and if your spirit doesn’t gel with mine, that’s it. Looking into the faces of those 3 boys just obliviated any budding hope that I had for this year in terms of putting my foot on the ladder of finally meeting a guy who was on my level mentally. I told you, I’m not looking for a boyfriend: I’m looking for a boy friend. That was all I asked for and you know what? Now, I honestly could not care less.

A word to the wise, let any of you nitwits try and tap me and tell me it wasn’t you. I just got my nails done and yes, they are claw-like and I’m reading American Psycho, I’ve said it like a million times. Try me, I absolutely double dare you.

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Regarding my song of the week, you guys really shocked me. Majority of you actually “care” even though you don’t listen to the songs but it’s aite. One day, someone will find this blog and their socks will be blown off by the sheer awesomeness that is my musical taste.

Amerie – 1 Thing (THIS WAS A TUNEEEE) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbqVg_23otg

Quote of the Week (brought to you by my Inspiration Pot)

"Push yourself to do something new every so often, even if it seems scary or difficult. You can do anything you put your mind to."

“Push yourself to do something new every so often, even if it seems scary or difficult. You can do anything you put your mind to.”

Until next week,

Georgina ❤

A Few of My Favourite Things

This is the last Monday of 2014. To say this year went by fast would be an understatement. It’s been a rollercoaster of a year but it’s been one of the best years I have lived through.

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The woman above is an accurate representation of how I feel about 2014. In honour of this, here’s a blog post about 21 things that have made the year so wonderfully interesting for me. There’s no deep meaning behind having 21 things listed. Only 21 things came to mind at the time.

Warning: it’s a long one so get comfortable, get a cup of tea and begin. (Public Service Announcement: I took all the pictures here!)

Ibuprofen (200mg because 100mg is for wimps) – it’s a painkiller, for those of you who aren’t familiar with this wonder drug. It came in handy on the days when it didn’t seem like the lining of my uterus was shedding but my uterus was indeed ejecting a baby. However, I do feel I have immunized myself from its pain-attacking powers. I’ve got 400mg running through my system as I write this but my headache is still rather severe. Oops.

Snapchat – I really began to appreciate Snapchat this year. It was there for me when I was feeling myself and wanted to show off a selfie that wasn’t quite as good for Instagram but good enough to be seen for 5 seconds. Also, I could keep track of people and pass judgements accordingly.

My Snapchat of the month? I'm so sad.

My Snapchat of the month? I’m so sad.

Samsung Galaxy Alpha – being an iPhone user for like a year and a half made me accustomed to suffering. When I hold my phone now and hold my 4S, I almost can’t believe how I managed to use it. Android all the way, especially Samsung.

Hand Cream – I have been blessed with luscious chocolate brown skin but that lusciousness didn’t extend to my hands. My hands are crusty almost all the time. Hand cream has saved my life, especially this winter.

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MIRACLE WORKER.

Automobiles – I had the opportunity to visit two countries this year: Spain and Holland. I also had the opportunity to reach these places in two different ways: in the air and on the ground. I’m telling you, I would much rather sit in a car for 8 hours non-stop than sit on a plane for 2 hours. I just can’t. Here are a few of my favourite photos from the places I visited this year.

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Music – my musical taste has grown with me this year. I’ve consciously made an effort to listen to different things. I’ve heard some real gems this year, some may give you a headache but at least I can bump to them. Also, thank the Lord for Beats by Dre.

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Albums that I’ve listened to continuously this year.

The gym – I’ll admit, I put on some weight this year but I can safely say, I am now at a place where I can look at my body and think “not bad, woman”. I’m not where I want to be in my head but in my head, I want to be Beyoncé so that’s not happening.

She's an absolute goddess. Image source: tumblr

She’s an absolute goddess. (Unfortunately, I didn’t take this picture. I wish.)

Chipotle – do I need to say any more?!

Two of my favourite things in one picture: Snapchat & Chipotle. The arm belongs to Robin, here's his blog:http://thefatseries.wordpress.com/

Two of my favourite things in one picture: Snapchat & Chipotle. The arm belongs to Robin, here’s his blog: thefatseries.wordpress.com

Bras – no, I didn’t just discover bras this year but I now know the power of a bra. It can make you feel frumpy as hell one minute, the next, it’ll be making you feel as if you could walk up to a beautiful man, kiss him right in front of his girlfriend and dare her to say something. Power is in the cup of the beholder.

This is the Victoria's Secret on Bond Street in Central London. I was beside myself with joy, just standing outside. It is here that I discovered the world's most amazing bra.

This is the Victoria’s Secret on New Bond Street in Central London. I was beside myself with joy, just standing outside. It is here that I discovered the world’s most amazing bra.

University – it’s been an emotional merry-go-round trying to get into university this year. If you had asked me in January if I was going to be in a university in London studying pharmaceutical science, I may have spat in your face. But, I thank God all the same for eye-openers. I’m really beginning to see the potential that lies ahead with this course. I’ve made some amazing friends already and I’ve used university as an excuse for many of my acts of deception so, it’s all good!

Two of the most amazing people I've met this year, waiting outside one of our labs. Don't we look cool?

Two of the most amazing people I’ve met this year, waiting outside one of our labs. Don’t we look cool? I look like a squirrel with acorns in its mouth. #BigCheeksGang

Whatsapp – not only can I talk to my friends whenever and wherever they are without blowing up my phone bill but that blue tick update saved my life. People can know when I do not want to speak to them and now I know who’s being a goat and airing my messages too. It’s a very good system.

Maturity – you know how puberty felt? It just hit you like what I imagine getting hit by a double-decker bus feels like. I think maturity is nature’s second puberty. For me, it seemed to just happen overnight. I just woke up one day and realised what I should be doing, who I should be doing it with and all the other little issues that I fretted over became beyond irrelevant.

Actual words to live by.

Actual words to live by.

Orange Wednesdays – I’m not cheap, I’m just not one to depart with my money too easily. If you had an Orange (the network provider, not a literal orange) phone, you were eligible for 2 for 1 cinema tickets on Wednesday. I’ve watched some great films this year with equally as great people. If you’ve ever been in a cinema with me before, I apologise for all my Nigerianisms during the movie. Sometimes, you just have to yell “what is the meaning of that?” in your most Nigerian accent at the screen, in the middle of a crowded viewing.

Emails – I’m still fascinated by them. You can send letters to people without leaving your house, without it costing an arm and a leg and it gets to them in seconds. It’s mind-blowing, okay?

Student Discounts – because I’m a broke-ass students who has an online shopping addiction. Tip – if you’re looking to open a student bank account, shop around. Some banks offer really good incentives like an NUS card which gives you discounts on almost anything. Also, download the Unidays app. It is essential, trust me.

Provisional Driving License – I’m in no rush to get on the road but my provisional has come in handy so many times this year. Have you ever been clubbing and seen someone bring their passport as I.D.? That sure won’t be me again, I’ll tell you that. Having my provisional gives me pride. I want to whip it out even when I’m not asked for it. Bite me.

Online Box Sets – I don’t have a subscription to Netflix because ain’t nobody got time for that (well, a lot of people do but I don’t) but TV has produced some real nuggets of entertainment lately and there will always be days where schoolwork can suck it and you just want to get into bed and binge watch something. This year, my shows of choice have been Orange is the New Black, Walking Dead (even though I’m taking some time really getting into it), How To Get Away With Murder and Masters of Sex (not what you’re thinking, dirty child.) Watch this Vine of a violinist playing The Walking Dead theme song. So COOL.

Novels – Just before 2014 started, I gave myself a challenge to read a lot more American literature and I actually stuck to it this year. I finally read To Kill a Mockingbird which actually deserves to have sold a gazillion copies worldwide, it was fantastic. I read loads of the other considered “greats” and some weren’t all that, in all honestly. As of now, I’m this close to finishing Charles Bukowski’s Women and it’s put me off reading any more of his work, this one was just… too much. Up next, I’ve got Bret Easton Ellis’s American Psycho. Prayer is needed, I know it’s a mind-f*ck of a novel. I think my next challenge will be Nigerian literature. Anyway, novels are escapism; they obliviate journey lengths. They are needed and always will be. Also, I don’t see myself getting sucked in to this e-Books thing. If I want to read a book, I want to feel paper and weight. Call me old-fashioned, whatever.

From left to right: 1. The book I'm reading now. Struggling to finish. 2. The mindf*ck of a novel that I am so looking forward to reading. 3. Funniest book I've read all year. Found it in Waterstones for £1.50! 4. I read this again and it still made me teary-eyed. 5. Have you watched the movie for this?! INSANE. 6. My favourite book of all time. These aren't nearly half of all the books I've read this year but I borrowed a lot of them from public libraries, you see.

From left to right:
1. The book I’m reading now. Struggling to finish.
2. The mind-f*ck of a novel that I am so looking forward to reading.
3. Funniest book I’ve read all year. Found it in Waterstones for £1.50!
4. I read this again and it still made me teary-eyed.
5. Have you watched the movie for this?! INSANE.
6. My favourite book of all time.
These aren’t nearly half of all the books I’ve read this year but I borrowed a lot of them from public libraries, you see.

Candles – I’ve taken a serious liking to scented wax this year. I think my favourite candle right now has to be this sugar cookie one in my room. I’ve had it for a couple of months now and my room permanently smells like a Starbuck’s toffee nut latte. It’s magical.

My candle from Heaven.

My candle from Heaven.

Prescription Reading Glasses – if you’ve known me long enough, you’ll know I’ve always wanted glasses. Actual prescribed glasses because any other way would have been lying and that’s not cool. Well, this year, I succeeded in degrading my sight to the extent of getting reading glasses. I’m happy.

And last but not least,

Blogging – starting a blog has probably been one of the best decisions I’ve made this year. There’s just something about knowing I have a blog; knowing that every week, I will push myself to retell my week in a way that will keep both you and I interested enough to keep the cycle going. It’s helped me in more ways than none and I’m very sure now that I’m in this for the long run. Thank you all.

Just to let you know, I plan on changing the theme of the blog for the new year so don’t worry if you find yourself on here and the layout is completely different. It’s still the same blog. Hey, I might even pay for the new theme, that’s how invested I’m becoming in this blogging thing.

I wish you all a Happy New Year, whatever it is you’re doing to bring forth 2015. Be safe, either way.

See you on the other side!

Georgina x

If I Were A What?

I have an exam on Friday and now, university is really becoming real. I know what it’s like to sit in the library for 4 hours straight and read until your eyes feel sore. I know what it’s like to almost feel dependent on energy drinks (shout out to Red Bull, Monster and Relentless). I know what it’s like to not be able to sleep until 3 in the morning, knowing you have a deadline to meet and several topics to cover. I know how tempting and delighting it feels to want to binge watch The Walking Dead and How To Get Away With Murder, simply pushing your responsibilities out the window. I know what procrastination is. But hey, that’s life. Can I also point out that my university seems to be the only university in the whole world that is still open? Pray for me, for thou art this close to losing thou shit.

Anyway, that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

I was walking down one of the many stairwells in my university with my friend and out of the blue, she asked me if I had written this week’s blog post yet. The following transcript, more or less, sums up what came next:

A: “What would you do if you were a boy?”

G: “That’s so random, why would you ask me that?”

A: “That’s how I am, I’m random.”

G: “Well. I would bang my way through a bunch of girls. I’d have a million girls numbers saved on my phone as babe number 1, babe number 2…”

A: “Oh gosh.”

G: “Seriously.”

A: “That should be your blog post.”

Well, A, you got me thinking.

Before someone threatens to lynch me, I was JOKING. But then, I realised that I only said that because it’s a reality. A very possible and very real one. Too many boys like this exist, I can scream this from the rooftops and no one would bat an eyelid because it has been this way for, well, forever. It’s shitty, I know. Not all boys are like this, I’m aware of this but too many are like this. Do you know how many times I hear boys speculating over the body of a girl as she walks past? Or how many times, a fleet of boys turn their heads simultaneously as a girl walks by? I’m all for grabbing someone’s attention, I’m all for strutting what your mama gave you but what about personality? What about what she likes to do in her spare time, what her favourite colour is?

If I were a boy, I would be 6 feet tall (hopefully), I’d be that dark-skinned hunk that makes every single girl go weak at the knees. I’d be that guy because hello, who wouldn’t want to be that guy? But I wouldn’t ogle at girls (or at least, I’d try), I wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable. I’d start conversations, I’d sit next to you or anyone who looked lonely and get to know you. I wouldn’t make you feel as if I wanted sex from you or was wondering how large your breasts were or how you looked naked, no. I would genuinely be interested in how your day went and how you were finding university and becoming your friend first. I wouldn’t make it my mission to nudge my boys as you walked by to make sure they were aware of how your ass moves as you walk. I might not even tell my boys about you because you’re not a conquest, you’re just a friend.

But then I remember that’s not going to happen because damn, who does that? I mean, I may be a boy but I’m not a freaking angel. I am Nigerian. It’s in the blood.

Why is Beyoncé the featured image? Why shouldn’t she be? Who doesn’t need to see Queen Bey grab her crotch? Hello?

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On my course, I have zero guy friends. I say hi to two of them regularly-ish. One of them is so timid, I feel I might send him into cardiac arrest whenever I smile at him. The other is totally on to me (this isn’t even a matter of wishful thinking or paranoia. He is on to me. Ask anyone) and it is beyond obvious that a friendship cannot exist without it inevitably leading to undesirable territory. I want a guy friend, okay? In fact, no. I just want a friend who happened to be a male. Who was my age, who went to university with me, who didn’t see me as anything but a friend, who I could have intellectual conversations with and send ugly snapchats to without feeling I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life. Who could come to Starbucks with me and my friends or who I could go to wherever he wanted to go with his friends without there being this unspoken sexual tension hovering over our heads. I want. I am wanting, deeply.

I know people like this exist, platonic relationships exist. They cannot all be extinct, surely?

To my future boy bestie who will not eventually become the love of my life, this is my message to you: I will look for you, I will find you and I will befriend you.

 

Mini Rant of the Week: PERSONAL SPACE. I don’t think I can stress this vital aspect of life enough. We all have a bubble and this bubble is fundamental. This bubble protects us from ghastly scents of B.O, Ebola-laced coughs, dangerously motile dandruff and just helps us keep a hold on sanity. What really and truly pisses me off are members of society who walk right into my bubble when they have absolutely no reason for doing so. I’m standing at a platform and you come and walk within millimetres of my body when there is ample space for you to walk. What is the meaning of that? Can’t you see? Are you asking me to trip you up because it would be beyond a dream come true to extend my foot a few inches more and send you flying, it really would. Don’t invade the bubble. You’ve been warned.

Song of the Week: More like, album of the week. J. Cole’s “2014 Forest Hill Drive” was released last week and it’s really good. I’m loving how albums nowadays tell stories. It reminds me of Kendrick Lamar’s “Good Kid M.A.A.D City”, not production wise but progression wise. Everything gels. Preview it here, it’s gooood – https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/2014-forest-hills-drive/id940845223

LION BABE – Jump Hi (Feat. Childish Gambino) it’s really really good too (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHqsE2EOpJE)

Quote of the Week: “Don’t give ‘em too much you. Don’t let ‘em taint your soul.” – J. Cole

Georgina x

(P.S. 10 more days and it’s Jesus’ birthday, omg.)

(P.P.S. I got my second ear piercings on Thursday, am I a rebel or what?)