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Random Thoughts: Of Crushes and Stalker-ish Behaviour

I feel as if it has been a while since I shared completely random thoughts here! My past few posts have been too cool  and collected. In case you were wondering, I have still been having random thoughts! I dashed into Nairobi two days ago... just in time to catch a bit of Obama fever. I am still on the road to recovery. Man, that man can speak! I passed by my favourite bookseller and didn't stop to buy anything. It took a tremendous amount of will power and I am still shivering from the withdrawal symptoms.

I'd like to think I haven't gotten this bad though!


Speaking of willpower, do y'all remember this post on my borderline psychotic behaviour when I have a crush on someone? Well, two years later I am no better. If anything I have refined my stalker game and can now get the full 411 in 12 hours and be over the unlucky guy in 24. *Sigh* I am growing too old for this!

I once vulnerably (and stupidly!) shared, over dinner, how I have a crush on a certain tall, dark, handsome blogger and can more or less track him down to his apartment block, thanks to his stark blog posts. A few days later, I noticed an exceptionally high private: public ratio of instagram users. People really need to chill! I mean, I COULD track you to your apartment but that doesn't mean that I WILL. I am a Pisces... I am so indecisive that you would probably have moved out by the time I got around to it.

When I haven't been prowling the dark regions of the net for information I have been losing my mind over the fact that I have to study for a major exam. I have also been trying not to think about the fact that the Unreasonable East Africa Institute ends in a week. I will miss all these guys. In case you are wondering what all the hullabaloo is all about, come see them at The Launchpad.

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