First blog entry:
So why am I blogging? Well, I've always wanted to be some measure of a writer, and this seems an appropriate first step towards achieving that objective. secondly, well, it's as simple as Barney Stinson!Yep, that chap and all his talk about blogging were not without their effects. So yeah, here i am.

I really haven't written anything serious since my O'level days. advanced level was all about sciences, and in these i was seldom required to wax lyrical. As a matter of fact, the few times I did churn out that masterful eloquence I had been well known for in my earlier years was when I was glibly attempting to hide ignorance in a certain subject. This trick did help me once or twice in biology-a case of playing the man rather than the game i suppose. (okay, where are the damned smileys, i now find it hard to fully express myself without them).
Well it's been a hectic few weeks for me. School started, I broke up with my first and only girlfriend thus far (no real surprise there), and I've kind of been on a social roller coaster. In school I've just discovered that some of the topics I'd skirted over, or even totally avoided in my first year are coming back to haunt me. As such, I've begun backtracking, pouring over my year ones notes, textbooks in a desperate attempt to bridge the gaps as quickly and as efficiently as possible, of course without having forgotten to draw an important life lesson from such an event, the lesson being that commonly repeated aphorism; when you do something, do it well and thoroughly at the first time of asking. It's always good to avoid unnecessary regress.

Okay, let me move to the girlfriend issue. Well, it had been coming for quite a while now. The breakup was simply inevitable given the governing circumstances. Here were two well matched people who did dote on each other so, but were misfortune'd enough to separated by distance, school being the green eyed monster to first separate them, us. She had to leave for China, I had to head south of the country to Bulawayo. The first few months of this long distance experiment were indeed rosy, and anyone who suggested anything to effect that it was not so was immediately declared our mortal enemy. We apped. We vibed (or is it vibered?) We yahooed,gmailed, skyped, and used just about any reaches of the social media available to us. But what must happen to all long-distance relationships slowly began to wander into hours. At first, the fierce and fearsome fights, two volatile persons exploding spontaneously into fitful bouts of apoplexy and expostulation. These were invariably followed by floods of a pheromone nature, absolute highs of love, and great and fearsome asseveration to that effect. Declarations would be made, as would be promises of life-long commitment and adoration. dear reader, if you ever see your long distance relationship get to this point, and you wish to save it,then kindly sell all you have, and heard for the nearest airport, and from thence be ye with your  partner for some time, for whilst normal relationships in which you see each other on a daily basis may have explosive fights too, they are soon forgotten and forgiven as the participants go about their daily lives. I guess that constant contact does that. Well, my bony lass and I gradually drifted apart, and close to the end there we would go for days on end with speaking communicating. This wasn't intentional, but it was an inevitable conclusion to a relationship between two people who weren't going to see each other for at least five years.

Presently I'm torn between going for this other girl I've always had my eye on, and fooling around without any ironclad attachment. She really is a most wonderful girl to gaze upon, as pretty a sight as they come, and i fear that dawdling from me may result in her permanently being lost, but on the other hand, who doesn't appreciate a bout of tomfoolery!

well, in such matters as in others, sometimes time will tell, as Bob Marley sang in one mournful song I'm particularly fond of. On the other hand, this is just an excuse people use to avoid taking action, or being put in the firing line. 

I must be bringing these random mental excursions to an end now, for I must to my bed, and on the way to that mini Utopia is a pre-bed routine of brushing of the teeth, my weights session, and I a stomach session I only squeezed in because I wasn't satisfied with yesterday's.
So long then, dear reader. I'll be coming here more often than I've hitherto made an attempt to methinks, for I seem to be better able to rid my mind of those most stubborn cobwebs sticking obdurately in the corners when I put my thoughts on paper.
JI Ndlovu