Self Portrait

Julian Ebiye Obubo, closeup of a Legend (lol)

SOS (Same old shit)

So, last night I watched Blood Diamond, really good film, loved it. Went to bed, had a dream I was Djimon Hounsou, running about the hills of Sierra Leone. Anyway, I had lectures at 12.00, I woke up at 9.19 -BLANK! I swear it was kinda scary coz I didn't know what day it was, I sat up for like 5 minutes and I was not thinking, I was just sitting down staring into space, then I snapped back into reality. Some freaky ish! SO yeah, here I am, I have to go shopping today, coz I'm such a lazy bastard. Last night because I was too lazy to go shopping, I ate egg and chicken burgers. Well I had 4 eggs, so I used two for an omelette (extra Hot- yes I dumped chili and hot sauce in it), then I fried another one, normal, sunnyside. Then I fried the last one with spaghetti, yes that nasty yucky Branstons spaghetti (Fuck u Branston, your food sucks) and it was alright, Im not gonna recommend it, but it's not like I puked or anything.
Tomorrow is Varsity, aka American Football in the afternoon, and everybody gets completely and utterly uber-Drunk. As usual, I'll be equipped with my trusty old 'Shaniqua', - that's my Camera, to take pictures of people acting really retarded. So here I am, bored, my horoscope says I should be feeling 'high' on the 6th, it's like a High day 4 me apparently, but No, I feel low and bored. I'm not going to Chase 2nite, coz I gotta get a lot of sleep before playing Teesside. From my Sistah's blog, i can see she is just being herself, plain old clumsy Laura (who closes down her unpublished blogs) Till next time, Stay blessed and eat shrimps (I dunno y I said that)

R.I.P

R.I.P to the pops of Ludacris and Lupe Fiasco. May their souls rest in peace

Crazy Ishes

So, my obsession with Astrology continues. I have all my ordered books, and when I'm bored I read my natal chart over and over again. Apparently, I would most certainly marry a foreigner, how convenient as Jennifer Hudson is a foreigner! Anyway, my latest Libra book came this weekend. When I held the package I was like wtf? it was like a tape or matchbox was in the parcel. So I opened it up and found this tiny-ass orange book, I must say If I had known that the book was Gary Coleman, I wouldn't have gotten it, but it is a good read. Fun.
Speaking of Astrology, when Andrew and Marlene came during the weekend, they had fun reading my books, Andrew's Yoda toy kept talking randomly and annoying everyone. So yeah what else. On Tuesday I went to Chase with Sipho, amazing club, excellent music, dance-floor may be a tad bit small, but it's alright. I'll definately be going back. Last night I changed my phone language to arabic, I was just playing around, but instead of the phone to stay on the same screen, it went to the home screen, and let me tell you it was a helluva job to get it back to English. When I was done, I was like never ever again, not even French, I'll just leave it alone. So here I am, awaiting the transfer, broke, only food. Over-eating coz I'm stupid, and sleeping wierdly. It was Christina's birthday today, sent her a text, apparently I was the only one who remembered besides Lorenzo and her Momma. I feel good! I texted her to find out if she was doing anything fun, and like I expected, her reply was fullof greif, "nobody remembered my birthday, :-(, sadness, lonliness. But anyway, I don't wanna air another person's laundry on the net, but I mean, if no one remembers you can't remind them? put up a sign or something, wear a T-Shirt with 'It's my Birthday Today', whatever you do make sure people know. lol Anyway, I'm finnin' reading some Public Relations coz I'm smart like dat. My crazy ass Sistah Laura is hooked on the C drug- u know what I mean! she be up all night reading gossip sites- what a Life.

Just a thought. (You know I got love for Beyoncé)

Jennifer Hudson wins Oscar

nuff said

Nas ft. Chrisette Michelle- Can't Forget about you

Let Go, Let Flow

Okay, my Horoscope for the 19th of Feb, was basically 'Let Go, Let Flow', release your inhibitions....feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only ....okay you get the point. So first off, I went to the gym, after months of putting it off, I got my ass off from my room and went to pump iron. And it was fun, I met fellow 'Merican Football teammates Pops and Ryan at the gym. Ryan told me to come to the Fines night at his place, celebrating the Sunderland King's biggest win ever, 54-0 against Huddersfield.

I then went with V to Nando's (Los chicken restaurant), he said he dared me to finish a whole meal platter, which is a whole chicken and rice as a sideline. So I was like, "I can do that", then I was up ordering, the waitress asked me, "How hot do you want it, Sir?", I replied "Hot!", then I realised that after 'Hot' was 'Extra Hot', so I was like 'You know what, make it Extra Hot', she smiled and had that 'Can you handle it?' look on her face, I smiled and had that 'King Kong ain't got shit on me' look on my face. Then the meals came, V had half a chicken and chips, I had a whole damn chicken, Hotter than Beyoncé in the Sahara desert, Goddamn, tears in my eyes I carried on, going back to refill my fanta. I paused for a break, then the waitress came 'Should I clear up?' I was like Hell to the Nawww, Eating still in progress. Eventually I finished, and I was out of there. (Moral of the story, you don't have to be Superman, get Mild, not Extra Hot)

Then with a full hot spicy belly, I was off to Ryan's. Fines night is the usual English student get drunk until you have double vision and girls get four breasts. So I was chilling there, and my name was called, I'm known as the dancer, so for dancing during games, as well as taunting the openent, I had to down a total of four shots, I don't drink, but I was like what the hell 'Let go, Let flow', I was tossed a beer, of which I took one sip, and simulated the rest of the drinking. By the time we went off to the Casino for food, half the team was drunk. I think only Me and Pops were the only sober ones, others were either tipsy or flat out drunk. It's funny how people talk so much when the are intoxicated, you can chat for hours with a normally quiet reserved person. (By the way, I ate again at the Casino, just a little though) So from the Casino we were off to the Point, aka the big club in the middle of Sunnyland. We danced, while people got more drunk, and by 3.15 I was out, got to bed by 5am, awake at 10.20, in time for lectures at 12.00, back home by 15.00, took a short nap, off to 'Merican football at 16.50. Back at 20.30, and I'm writing this now. Peace