ahhhh this productive feeling, foreign as it may be, feels great. Yaani I actually put in a hard days work. For those of you whove been itching themselves to death wanting to know what the average Productive denis Gikunda day is like.. you are in luck..I am in the mood of feeling better than everyone else, so I will let you in on it.
2.30am 27th:
Badly need to get keep studying but will not concentrate for the life of me. I have set personal boundaries..I cannot go within 3 meters of my kitanda or comp(but with the size of my apt that doesnt leave me with very much). Alas I find away to cheat myself into a break and decide i have to print something out. So i'm off to the Chris' To use the community printer(haha thats sure to tick him off) and as if to spite my valiant midterm preperatiion efforts, the jamaa is watching season 4 DVD's of the sopranos!!!!! wa wa..life tests u in funny ways..but this time i passed..ignoring the magnetic lure to that couch and straight for the printer.
Print my stuff out amidst Chris's consistent wife-style-nagging about sijui "aaa h u guy si u use your own paper etc etc.."
man the bitch slap is coming closer son.watch urself..
3am: 27th:
Notoriously indulge in a cover to cover read of my favourite magazine..Business2.0. I cant get enuff of that stuff..Soon after completion I smack myself upside the head and curse myself for not having finishied the 2 remaining LONGEST chapters which will be on my midterm...In a shocking personal display of both arrogance/stupidity/confidence, I go to bed, promising myself I will get the chapters done sometime onward into the day. Sleeep is far more important i convince myself..
8am 27th:
Alarm seems louder than usual. I feel drugged and like I'm tied down on the bed with chains. I manage sit on the bed, with the damn obnoxious thing echoing throught my floor, and review my life in a few seconds , and in that moment of clarity surmise that a "few" more minutes wont hurt. back under the covers..
930am: 27th
After a full thorough evaluation of my life, my dream persona decides to smack some sense into me and I'm suddenly alert as an owl.
pull a few dance moves in the showi to michael as he howls Bille jean(its the thrill of slipping and falling that gets me fully awake i think) . Leo , nimedecide hata kama ni Monday I will vaa like its Sunday...I pull out of the closet one of those shati's my zacks gave me that is a pure classic..nothing but the full Savile Rowe..I need to stua stua the world a bit abit...splash on the X cologne(I never tell people what I'm wearing..Mysterious like that).
11.30am:
I am posing at the Electronic Arts Devoloper studio, in montreal. (here to do an interview a HR specialist for a class project)
but I'm finding it hard to stop staring at the receptionist...ok I lie..I'm finding it hard to restrain myself from jumping on her right ther and getting it on right on her table with all the paperwork. in Chriso's words.."ggggggdaaaaym". Stunning. Heeneway in true corporate beauracracy..miss Hr specialist has a minor appointment before my scheduled one, but I'm not complaining..more time to gawk at missy over here at the counter. oh by the way, just so that i dont sound like a rabied, high strung sex crazed maniac, the facility at EA is off the hook. (EA..u know , creators/publishers of intereactive entertainment software for XBOX, PS2 etc). employees here are spolied rotten, from bonuses, to Salary to stock options..it is insane. The to ongeza chumvi..jamaas come to jobo in sandals and shorts. I felt kinda silly in my wall street uniform.
Anyway.. I do the 2 hour interview..I am tempted to turn into a maniac and avenge all my other gone-sour interviews, but the nicer deno prevailed...
1pm-5pm:
My regular daytime Job..nothing worth writing about..jus the usual humdrum of computer lab maintaince. The frequency of my yawns are starting visibly irk my boss..hehe have u ever tried to yawn under pressure without panuaing your mdomo??? anyway..got some major stuff done, but the whole time I'm thinking you idiot..how could you not have finished those 2 chapters..a mission impossible will have to be pulled. How can i possibly clone myself i'm thinking...
6pm:(midterm time)
Two chapters have been processed somewhat thru osmosis..But i waltz into class with that characteristic beaming smile (that annoys people who havent somad enough). I am glad to tell you i think i RAVAGED the exam..for lack of a better word..but les not get cocky too soon. FOr those who prayed for me asante sana..they seem to have been answered. For those who didint, ebu start..the final is coming up.
1025 pm:
Sitting here typing away and starting to think that this is enough verbal diarrhoea for one day. Just keep in mind that I'm writing for the sake of writing, not for the sake of your reading. you dont like it..tough...(i've been feeling too accomodating lately)
Mluya ulikuwa umejifichieko wapi pwana..Ebu to hadithi ya ingoho tusikie..
Thomas..youve inspired me. Guitar mara tatoo..kumbe i'm not the only one going thru a quarter-life crisis. I think i want to get hit another first in the Gikunda dynasty..(i was the first with the stud)..Kui are u still game?????????????????????????
Wangu wa makeri...The eagle will be landing in good time..BTW can all u folks in the motherland post up your mobile info? muchos gracious. Kui great work emailing everyone else..u other folks Need to follow suit.
Now a sopranos DVD must be watched..so allow me to make myself scarce.
Much love,
The one, the only.
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