Let's talk about Botany (the post is not as long as it seems

Botany, plant science(n), phytology, or plant biology is a branch of biology and is the scientific study of plant life and development. Botany covers a wide range of scientific disciplines that study plants, algae, and fungi including: PSYCHE!! Haha you know i'm not really gunna talk about botany.That one was for Mocha

There's quite a few things I do want to talk about. I have, however, forgotten every single one of them..lemme see, let me remember.


Right, numero uno! My mother called me on Sunday evening to say "Happy Resurrection Sunday" and to ask me why I hadn't called her to wish her the same. My response; Easter is tomorrow mom. Her; No, Easter is today, Jesus rose on Sunday....No, mom, if Jesus was buried on the evening of Good Friday, and was resurrected 3 days later, there's NO WAY it could have been Sunday.


Let's just say she wasn't too happy with my logical approach. Hehe



Second; bumight!

You don't know the half of it, my dear. Exhibits A and B:

• I regularly find a relatively quiet spot, when out clubbing, to sit down, pull out my blackberry and type up some poetry, a blog post, etc.


• The last time I went to a club, I mistakenly took a really captivating book that I'd been reading all day and hadn't been able to put down. I got bored of the scene, grabbed a chair by the bar and started reading. Best. club night. ever! I'm going to make that a regular thing

The most popular question I get asked these days, especially by my female friends, is

"*Gasp*, Scribbles, how come you dont have a girlfriend?". They ask it with a baffled and wowed expression on their faces. I'm like; I dunno, I guess I haven't found the right girl yet. Then they go, Oh I have the perfect girl for you, what kind of girls do you like. I'm thinking, Right, Ok, you probably don't, but I don't mind playing along, who knows. She's never the perfect girl for me.


My flatmate, the female one, has a certain aversion to clothes. She can be regularly caught casually skulking about the house in nothing but a towel. A couple nights ago, it was just a t-shirt. I asked her; Do you hate clothes. She goes; Yes, why should I have to wear clothes in my own house? I'm like, maybe because you have a vagina and you live with two guys? She isnt convinced. It's ok, I'm not attracted to her. She's not my type. I can't speak for my other flatmate though. Ah well, if yawa gas, I'll be sure to let y'all know

Sir Scribbles II of The Royal Scribbles...is not me. Just thought I'd clear that up. I haven't changed my moniker. I'm still scribble,me.free. I came across his blog after he commented on one of juiceegal's posts.


Finally, I went to a gospel poetry event last night, and was inspired out of my mind. It was a fantastic night with gifted poets, lovely atmosphere and beautiful company.


Oh right, before I forget, I was tagged in the One Word Meme by Abeni. Might as well do it now.


Ok, I just copied and pasted the questions and it was all jumbled up. Laziness, while being a bastardly bugger, is my faithful companion right now. So I'll do it later.

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