Well, to do my part in aiding the war on terror, I decided to post this:

Random blarb of the week!

(yeah yeah, I know. It's not that TERRIBLE)

Kofi: Hey Amy!

Amy: And they all got along fine just like carrots and beans

Kofi: ?????????????????????????????????

OK, maybe it was that bad...

As anyone reading would know, I'm leaving for Varsity this week. So the majority of this week was spent saying goodbye to friends and classmates (note the distinction). It was real sad but sweet. Like, at church, they made me get up on stage and they prayed for me and stuff. I had to sing a certain Jars of Clay song for them (hmmmm...I wonder which one - God will lift up your head from their album Redemption songs for anyone who hasn't been to the Baptist church this year).
But not everyone shared the sentiment. Straight after church, as I'm giving teary hugs to people, my friend Doug Coltart comes and this is the conversation that pursued:

Doug: Hey Kofi, I'm going man...

Kofi: Oh ok. In that case, (brings him close to give a hug to which he responds with a bewildered look) Take care of yourself hey. All the best for the rest of the year and I'll see you sometime...

Doug: Oh...are you going somewhere?

Ouch! Nice to know that I was a person of real value to some people...

One of my greatest fears used to be that I would be walking down the street one day, minding my own business when suddenly Scarlet Johansson comes up to me and says:

"Quick...I need the definition of 'Too much time on their hands'"

Now I used to fear that because I had no idea what I would say. Firstly, I'd be in awe of Scarlet's radiance in person and almost struck dumb by her beauty. Plus I'd have to act like I don't see the angels circling her or the halo glowing above her head. Then I'd have to respond in the hopes of her and I striking up a budding romance that will result in a post-modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Except without the death. No one like death. Except morticians. And Mariah Carey. She must be sadistic if she'd subject people to her music over and over again.
But anyway...
Not anymore because, ladies and gentlemen, I have found the definition that Scarlet so desperately desires:

Cliff Arnell, a psychologist at a Welsh university has devised a formula to calculate the year's emotional lowpoint. According to him, january 23rd was the gloomiest day of 2006. That's according to this formula:

[W + (D-d)] x TQM x NA

The variables are (W)eather, (D)ebt, (d) - monthly salary, (T)ime since Christmas, time since failure to (Q)uit a bad habit, low (M)otivational levels and (NA), the need to take action.

Someone is paying this man to come up with this crap?????? I could come up with a better random formula than that. That's just stupid. No, even better. It's the definition of "Too much time on their hands."

Scarlet, where are you?

Hey there!
Just to let you know...I'm back!
I had to take the month of January off to regroup my thoughts and focus my directional attention to that which will take place as of February ie the next chapter of my life.

Yeah, I start Varsity next month. For those that don't know, I'm going to film school in Joburg, South Africa. I'm gonna be majoring in Directing with Writing and Sound Design as my subs.
One thing that's realy gotten on my nerves is the way my more adult "friends" (ie people that knew me since I was yay high) react to my decision to pursue film. They give an obligatory "oh, that's interesting," which can be easily translated to "shame, another poor future gone down the drain. I wonder if I can hire him to do my gardening..."
At least one person, Mr. Dunphy my old physics teacher, was honest. He said:

"Oh really? My niece went to film school. She lasted two terms and left for Law school."

Nice and subtle dude. But afterwards he added that I was too bright to be going to film school which I chose to read as a compliment. The brighter side guys, the brighter side...

So what's up for this year in respect to the blog. Hmmm...I dunno. I'll have to refocus my directional aura. I'll have a clearer picture once I'm in Joburg and know my schedule. Til then...expect bigger and better. It seems new years are all about biggers and betters. I won't break the trend. Bigger and better what? You'll have to wait and see...