Blog_KD JournalSeptember 6

I’ve decided to write about the mundane things that happened to me this week. Now would be a good time to check out the other posts Pinky has for us this fine Sunday morning, if you aren’t interested.

I stayed in my room all Monday. I had classes but there was no point going anymore. Exams start this Monday and I’ve still got so much to cover. I’m one of those lazy students who chill till like it’s a week or two before studying intensively. Thank goodness for tests; if not, my head would be full of air. I don’t listen in class. I spend my time drawing random stuff at the back of my notebook or wondering what it would be like if I found out a lecturer was gay. Could I seduce him to give me extra marks? We could even date sef. I know a few of my Biochem and Physio teachers who are hella cute. Just random stuff like that. I’m sure the medicine people out here are bristling with indignation that a student of such a profession could be so unserious but I’ve not failed (yet) and this method has been working for me… So *sips Pina Colada*

I made some terrible stew the previous night. (Why, dear Lord, did You remove the gay genes that allow me to be a good cook) But my spaghetti was bomb-ass! If I do say so myself. *wipes hand on apron*

I be chilling for the perfect husband that will serve me breakfast in bed and go ahead to give a hot BJ leading to sex and early morning cuddles on a cold Monday morning. I’d probably be old and ugly by the time I come around someone like that sha…

I however didn’t just laze around on Monday. No. I put myself to work. I studied. Then played a few games. Studied some more. Then wanked. Then watched Fringe. Then wanked. Then slept. Then studied. Then played game. Then wanked. Then watched Fringe. And went to bed around 2am.

All in all, a day well spent, doncha think?

On Tuesday night, my mind wandered to how people used to think I was weird as a kid. Not weird like talking to snakes or whatnot… Weird like being so different. Thankfully I was still loveable. I however explained the weirdness as due to the fact that I was gay. Then I met other gay people in my teen years and even THEY thought I was weird to a degree. I’m however quite done being worried about it. It’s nice to be different.

Still I want to meet people who have the same frame of mind as me. Who like to play Pokémon, or read and argue about Manga, or spend nights looking up at the stars trying to figure out the constellations. People who liked to take walks simply because they are happy, or would rather use cutlery to eat their eba. People who would stop at a scene and whip out their phones to take a picture because they liked the way the light shone and hoped to capture that moment. People who feel terrible loss when their pets die, and even cry over it. People who aren’t so anxious to grow up, but will rather savour the moments they are in to the fullest. I’d like to know people like me. Because being me is sometimes very lonely.

It doesn’t help that I live in a country where being different is frowned upon so much it makes us paranoid. I guess it’s on our genes. I mean there was a time when if two babies came into the world at once, they were killed.

I think why white people have made massive advancements is because of their daring to be different. To risk looking like fools because they fought for what they believed in. To take risks. While the white Homo sapiens were out looking for new stuff, the black ones stayed behind and cooked up myths about evil forests and why one must cross the river to the other side and stuff. Then we bred amongst ourselves and that fear became pronounced. I’m not saying white people don’t have their faults (they tend to take things too far) but it’s getting ridiculous here. Africans need to get to a point where diversity is appreciated, not frowned upon.

On Thursday, I had a test, and another on Wednesday as well. I’m also in panic mode over my approaching exams. But one thing I know is that no matter what, I’m going to be fine.

My kitchen be messy as hell, my room almost the same, and I’ve got a ton of clothes to launder. But it’s like they gon sit there like that for the three weeks I’ll be writing my exams. I’ll do the dishes and shii, but that’s it. I sometimes wonder how I can live in such a topsy-turvy environment when me mum brought me up to be clean. I guess it never stuck.

As much as I sometimes feel annoyed with picking vet medicine, I do have to say my future isn’t bleak if I pull through. So many options to choose from, and it’s not even just inspecting meat in abattoirs like some narrow-minded people I know think. I could even cross over to the human medical field and be an expert in zoonotic disease or public health and whatnot. However I sure as hell hope that’s not all I will be stuck doing.

There’s this dude in my class I’ve been noticing with my side-eye. Today he wore some tight-ass jeans, and it was all I could do not to stare. A nice butt does wonders to me. Some people have warned me about trying to know gay dudes in my class. All the drama and I could get in trouble. But they are the heavily-closeted ones who try so hard to appear straight but they ain’t fooling anyone. So I will start a small investigation on this fine male specimen in my class. Moments like these I wish I picked to stay on campus.

One of my exes will be visiting tomorrow or the day after for the day. My first love. I sometimes miss him, but I was the douche bag that broke up with him and broke his heart. I sometimes think my relationship with John is karma’s way of punishing me for that. That story is for another day though.

Friday morning…

“And I can see years from now in a bar talking over a football team with that same big loud opinion but nobody’s listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things…”

It’s been a while I heard the lyrics to this song. But I played it today when I dug deep into my music library and it struck me… That moment when you understand the lyrics of a song.

Personally I believe I’m destined to be great.  I’m working whole heartedly towards being great. That’s why I do all that I do and not stop, even with harsh criticism and attacks at me especially from that particular person we love to hate, who is still part of this big happy family, though I sometimes want to strangle her necklace-studded neck.

But beware the perils of just being there to look out for the shortcomings of a person all in the name of an opinion, or trying to take the unpopular side so you’d stand out as unique and different. It’s a slippery path down a hole people will forget you in…

If my writing hasn’t improved at all as I hoped putting up regular posts here would do, at least I know I’m learning one thing. I’m learning to stand my ground and be who I am and keep pushing forward and not depend on the opinion of people to decide where or how I want to go. And I’ve got that one special person to thank. So keep throwing your sticks and stones.

So there I was, by 12.41am on Saturday morning, my cock just freshly cleaned from the jizz I just spilt, and I’m reading about this porn star that’s caught my attention a lot. Charles Xavier. The guy is a cutie and there’s something about his smile that intrigues me. Anyways, I was reading some interview he gave and found out he has a boo.

And it got me thinking. I guess the boo is a porn star too. And the first thing that came to mind is that I can’t date a porn star. Never mind STDs, but the jealousy would eat me up. I however realised how much like a girl I sounded just then. For these men, sex is a job, and since they get loads of it, those in relationships definitely aren’t together because of sex. They are together most likely because of genuine need for each other’s companionship.

I’d kind of like to be able to not feel bad if my bae has had intimate relations with some other person and considers it just sex. But meeeehn, it’s hard. I don’t know why. Looking back at my four previous relationships, it’s only two of them that I could say I genuinely felt bad when I found out they’d been eating out of someone else’s soup. And my line of reasoning was due to insecurity, I guess. It also doesn’t help matters when you tell me I’m overreacting when you cheated, or make me feel like I am overreacting.

I like who belongs to me to belong to me. But we all know I’m not going to get that. But like I’ve said before, it all boils down to if I decide you’re worth sticking with, though there’s always the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Thankfully I don’t have to worry about all that now.

I’ll go look at more pictures of my new crush, maybe even go for round two with my trusty hand.

Wow! You made it till the end. Lol. Here’s a funny picture. I swear this has happened to me before.1393595535

Written by James

54 thoughts on “JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 13)

  1. One thing we have in common; I always wonder why I don’t have the typical gay skills that mayb come with the gay gene; I am a very horrible cook (the kind that makes you buy Andrews liver salt or gestid), I don’t know how to sing, I don’t know how to dance (except etighi counts LOL), I am not good at decorating, and I don’t clean my house so often!!! Most of my friends are Martha Stewarts and am like???

    And James I used to scribble and draw crap at the back of my notes in university!! LOL

    • Nah, those are just stereotypes…common traits with a lot of gay peeps,but not applicable to EVERY gay dude. I don’t know how to do any of those things either,but that’s ok…I have my other talents.

    • The extent to which all these things you have stated are an echo of my personality is unnerving. lol. That gay gene for being the male Martha Stewart must not have being in the fairy dust the West sprayed on my mother when she was preggars with me

  2. Meanwhile James vets are also an important part of pharmacology and drug development. When a new drug is being developed and it’s cleared for clinical trials, you know the first stages are in animals before it’s cleared for human testing. During the animal testing stages, vets determine the therapeutic outcomes and pharmacokinetics of the drugs in animals. Essentially they determine if the trials are successful in animals and if it can go to humans.

    You can look into this subspecialty, it’s really lucrative

  3. Oh the shade…Sweet lawd!! you’re mean (in a good way)

    love the Taylor Swift reference btw. Everyone is meant for something great and from the looks of it you’re willing to climb Everest to get there.

    Don’t worry you’re not the only one who’s mama’s cooking and cleaning skills didn’t sink into via genes. For me atleast I can clean-to a certain degree lol

  4. I don’t know how anyone would read this from start to finish..the same reasons why I wonder why anyone would study vet med or what the essence of this journal is in the first place. Once again uve proved that there’s really nothing substantial going on in ur life besides cooking stew and lusting over people who aren’t aware of ur existence.

    The meme was funny though. ..good luck in ur exams and i do hope u eventually have a life worth journaling about.

    • You know Chizzie, you keep bitching about the journal. You keep kvetching about how you don’t think it necessary. And yet every Sunday, here you are, commenting, like someone who has read each entry from start to finish. What, pray tell, does that say about you? How much hypocritical can you get?

    • And D̶̲̥̅ Prima Donna (if I dare say) of Bitches is always around 2 flip her Native Tresses around whilst seeking attention and we know you’re gonna slip into that slippery hole where we’ll forget ƔU̶̲̥̅̊ soon enough.
      @James, I’m glad your writing or random ramblings Α̲̅я̩̥̊ƺ improving n darling I know your best is yet to come so keep it up. *and keep throwing shade at those that deserve it*
      *Hugs n Kisses* XOXO

  5. …Totally relatable! Enjoyed every bit of it. The depth and unfeigned nature of the write-up had my eyes and mind fixated. The shade is permissive with underpinned reprisal 🙂 On my part, I’m such a sloth that even finds it hard to eat. But in bed… I werk! Laundry… I’m dead!
    The part of which lecturer is queer or not got me. Takes me back to my days of wishing a Nigerian professor (back then in college) would call me and tell me to touch my toes *pouts* He was young, brawny, dark, and from prints on his pants, large! *snaps out of daydream*
    I bet your prostate is as healthy as an ox! It works like crazy… And Yes! That funny pic reminds me of my IGSCE! #WeirdMemories

  6. I also sketch a lot of stuff on my books and lecture notes, that’s how my colleagues can tell it’s mine. fashion sketch from beginning to end.
    Once, i was blank during an exam and went to the vacant page of the answer booklet and sketched clothes all over (I’m hopeless, I’m aware. lol).

    • This Is soooo me.. lol. Not clothes only though. Trees. Unknown to me we were supposed to submit the question booklet too. One if the invigilators kept staring at me probably wondering how unserious a student could get to be sketching in exams. But my classmates were scribbling away and I didn’t want to be the one staring at the roof or sleeping.

  7. Hmmmmm Neon…so many things I would want to do to you behind closed doors. Pinky I think you are making me a slut, first it was Dennis until Mrs Macaulay showed up, then it was Chestnut and now Neon…chim egbuo muo, am now an ashewo *caressing my bulge*

    • C’est moi… *bats eyelashes*
      Caressing your bulge huh? Lol. Do I need to call Julius De Boer’s (Beyoncé’s bodyguard) agency? I guess not! Maybe I should get my Crazy Horse chair (from the Partition video) ready. Just a treat, and you’ll be hooked!

  8. aww James, your writing just makes me want to grab you and plant a nice big kiss on your forehead. your writing does to me what a cute adorable puppy does to their owners. I love the way you open up your heart and just let it flow.
    I have a friend who’s a vet, he’s very young and doing very well for himself, from all indications, he’s going to do even better. Please pay no attention to the bitter vitriol pouring out of Chizzie’s every orifice! Chizzie, your bitterness gets pathetic by the day, be careful you dont blow out your brains or overdose yourself at the height of your misery.
    gays who can’t cook, Pele ooo …. for me, u cant ever say I sat down to learn how to cook, its just a flair I have which am sure came along with my gay genes. I sha hope y’all r creative in some other way.
    yes James its so sad how conformist our society is, diversity is frowned upon. if you dont conform to the widely held norm, you’re seen as a despicable freak. society is poorer for it!
    ejoor don’t wank so much, find a man and get all groovy with him haba … lol

  9. Hmmm wanking like 4 to 5 times a day!!!!! Woooow…now my wife is a doctor and she tells me some wonderful things sometimes and I just smh. once she said there was this man that just couldn’t get it up to give them his sperm sample?!! And I tot oh boi!!! Should he employ me coz just one touch on my SCHLONG and walla!!! ITS head is asking which hole is available…..James you are most probably like me….so healthy oh boy..i ..looooooved d write up!!

    • Err…d multiple wanks a day doesn’t exactly mean glowing sexual health. If anything, wanking too much can weaken ur erection when u want to have actual sex. U can wank to orgasm multiple times a day with a semi-erection (or even an almost non-existent one) if u’re determined enough, but u can’t use that same half-assed erection for sex. Wanking should be done in moderation (I know it kills boredom and stuff,but too much is not advisable).

      • Sounds true..coz usually d first round brings a gusher of d milk fountain but after second and third rounds usually it comes with d same sweetness but not d much spermatozoa!!

    • I love ur journal james and I love the fact that u went back to this style of writing that I love, I only wished I could get it everyday or maybe privately,lols. Just wondering if you are a great talker as u are a writer

  10. All y’all are crazy, ya know…. Nice piece, Jamey hun… Taylor swift’s ‘Mean’ is one of my fave songs.. LOL… I loved the JayZ ‘If I do say so myself’… LOL……. Chizzie, U ve bn duly recognized, now can you take ur seat…. A thousand miles away… *sips tea*

  11. Where was I when all these actions were taking place? Oooooh! I was actually on the morning shift on radio while Cheesy was being microwaved, blowdried and torched!
    James, you just won the round
    Please curtsy for your pink diamond-studded tiara…
    Peeps with Pepsi and Popcorn be lounging in KitoDiaries…
    Neon, Enigmous, Khaleesi, O Absalom, Pinky, Macauley and my dearest King, do have a lovely week!

  12. Hehe, luks like everyone from around here has got great writing skills…nice one james, d wankings tho’…e no 2 much??? #twaleeveryone!

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