So, this past weekend, my Harambee cherry was officially popped! Lolz, just one of the many benefits of having so many black friends (I know right, I'm so cool.) While the weekend was SUPER FUN, I have to admit I'm feeling a little disconcernment about the fact that the Harambee babies might have been slightly mislead as well as about the fact that disconcernment might not be an actual word. Oh, me...
The thing is, the whole weekend was a trick. The harambees are probably all set on coming here now because of the mad black parties that went on this weekend. Umm...yeah, UM isnt really like that...lol. We're lucky if there is a black party every month, let alone a good one. I mean, I'm just a freshman, but whatever,
Anywho, my weekend went like this:
Friday, the harambees got in, not really a big deal for me seeing as I didn't volunteer as a host...
Side Note: The reason why I did not participate in Harambee weekend was because I did not give a fuck about the weekend, nor did I want ANOTHER body all up in my room and following me around...although, I must say it was pretty eff-ed up that the people running Harambee at first wanted only black students, until when the didn't have enough people they started asking everbody! Mmmhm. BUT THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE! The point is that just because a good part of my social circle is black, does NOT mean that I want to be a part of Harambee.
De to' mo', friday night there was a "party." It was in the on-campus apartments, and it was...ehh. Kind of awkward and packed with people at the same time...you know, whatever. When we left we got word that the other party that we were on our way to was wackaliciously bad. No dancing, no people...again, WHATEVER! We have to do something to show the harambee babies a good time!
"Arthur, go get your boombox!"
Before you know, it's a partyyyyyyyy like shit in the IM fields in front of Standford Residential College! Que Vaina! Regardless, that joint was funnn like shit. True.
The next night, supposedly it was another party going down at some house, riii, so we were liii WE'RE THERE, BROOO! Bahaha!
So then, we meet up outside of Hecht after first getting a wee bit wavy in the dorms, ti ji ji (giggle in spanish). Bee tee dubs, we roll mad deep. Okay, not like deep, but like 25 people deep. United Nationz Bitches! (minus Finland)
Then we get a cab to the party, and apparently some babies were ABANDONED by their host(s), so they tagged along with us. First of all, if your gonna call yourself a host and put that shit on a resumee, how the fuck are you going to straight up DITCH your harambee.
"Phone HOOOOME, weezy." (dumbass)
The party was madddddd fun though, and I was gettin' it THE WHOLE NIIIIIIGHT, haaaaaa (lil wayne voicebox voice)
Whatever man, I just think its fucked up that myself and Terona were more of hosts than half of these over-eager bammas who probably just did it for the sake of it being a black event or to build their resumee. I mean, half of them were probably good, while the other half was either drunk the whole weekend while their kid was SOBER, or they just up and left their kid...for, I don't know, maybe a club or something? Hmmm...
Whatever man! At least I had a good time, I really like alot of the kids and I hope they decide to come here! and I'm also quite considering putting "harambee participitant" on my resumee for this year...
"PANDEMONIUMMMM!!!! "
Ahhhh, anyway, just remember y'all "Life's a bitch...and then you blog."
Nic-Nic the Freak-Freak
ON DECK: A special post dedicated to my panita who is now in New York City--the greatest city in the world! Who could it be?
