Eminem is coming to SA!

Eminem's tour to SA was announced and I forgot how to breathe for a bit while my brain processed what my eyes were reading.

I know I may sometimes come across as a tea-drinking, Mumford and Sons-listening kinda girl and I don't even like the city of Johannesburg all that much but come 1 March, I will be there, getting all emotional while he sings pretty much all the songs that got me through growing up (because life wasn't pretty and boy bands bopping were just not going to cut it).

Here's some old school Eminem to get you keen. It's still my life anthem/motivational track/mood booster.

Now listen to Taylor Swift sing it and puke. 

Christopher Poindexter

If you have not yet been introduced to the poetry of Christopher Poindexter, allow me...

I've never been the biggest fan of poetry and most of the time I think it's self-indulgent and grandiose. I do, however, like this and his ability to capture the most true things in such simple ways.

I'm not usually a soppy person, I avoid anything remotely romantic and I'm not too fond about people gushing about their other halves. For once I'm going to be completely unlike myself and say that my biggest reason to smile at the moment is James, also known as the boyfriend. After my really crappy exam on Friday, he told me he'd get something for dinner afterwards. I was expecting pizza or a Steers burger. This is what I got instead.

He'd set up a candlelit dinner in his res room (never mind the no candles in res rule) complete with red roses and wine and beef lasagne (my favourite) and cupcakes from Haricots. I was quite overwhelmed, as I really was expecting something like pizza and a chilled night. Then again, James never fails to surprise me. It was the perfect way to celebrate not only the end of my exam, but also six months of us dating. Not a long time, but definitely the most happiness that could possibly be packed in such a short time, and definitely worth celebrating.

English, we are through!

I wrote my last ever exam for English this past Friday >insert happy dance and some butt wiggling<

I love reading but writing essays on what I read in a cold gloomy hall isn't as appealing as just lying in the sun and devouring good stories for pleasure. The studying attempts didn't go so well, as you can see studying on a bed is not the best thing to do. It's just messy and makes me look productive when all I did was fall asleep beneath the piles of notes (and my rather tacky leopard print blanket).

I woke up on the day of the exam with a cold and no voice. At lunch before my exam, I fell rather spectacularly while walking to the table and sent my burger and chips flying out my plate. I don't know what was worse, not having lunch before the exam or having people laugh at me falling. I get embarrassed easily so this was mortifying. I imagine I looked a bit like this but you know, more entertaining.

Despite my gripes about studying English, I'm grateful for the exposure to books that I wouldn't normally have picked up in a book store. Here are six of my favourites over the past three years - the kind of books I'd recommend to just about anyone that don't require any knowledge of literature, just a mind that is open to good writing and a good story. Interestingly, every one of them is set in South Africa, other parts of Africa or India, all places related to my own heritage in some way.

Desertion - Abdulrazak Gurnah     The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy

White Noise - Don DeLillo                 Coldsleep Lullaby - Andrew Brown         

Disgrace - JM Coetzee                    The Story of an African Farm - Olive Schreiner