Ima ima rockstar

I have been useless at blogging.
Again.
This week's excuse?
Varsity. Varsity has started again. That means, capped internet, coffee dates, social expectations and novel reading.
Sounds quite glam when I put it like that, but it really means the grimy floors of Tin Roof that soil your shoes and cut your feet. Back to Blackberry pick-pocketing and jumping up and down to music that is far-too-loud, having drinks that are far-too-saturated spilling on your far-too-expensive shoes.
It involves waking up to a note, a random's heart-shaped-buckled belt in your handbag, and a phone number with no idea how they, or you, got there.
Ok...that was an exaggeration. Obviously that doesn't actually happen.
Right?

Anyway. First student night of the year saw me, and 800 others, in Tiger. Listening to Jax Panik perform.
One of the songs he sings is "Dinosaur".


I'm not sure if I drew a dragon or a dino, so deal with it in which ever way you'd prefer it. And let me know!

Great.

(And one more bonus about uni....The Scanner. So no horrid terrible quality Blackberry pictures of my pictures. This is legit is what this is.)

Take that, Delilah!

So re-spoof posting, you guessed it: it is about the Ikey Tigers! Yes, those good old chaps who grew handle bars (a type of beard, calm down, they're hardcore rugby players, but hardly machines. Well....not literally in any case..) and peroxided them blonde for the Varsity Cup final.

Which we won. 

Yes Stellenbosch. Yes we did.

In support of our awesome boytjies, this spoof serves to show their hardcoreness, hence the "Yikes!" (a rearranged version of their name, Ikeys).

To them.

You guys rock.

Now back to today...I am on an embracing-the-student rampage. Apparently.

With today featuring Le Mullet.

Love them, hate them, we all know them.

And hopefully we all know the story I have linked it with, but for those of you who don't:

Once upon a time, in a land far far away (the Bible) lived a superstrong soldier, called Samson.
Now Samson's hair was the secret to him having his strength.
The Enemy (dum dum dum dummmm) bribed Delilah (his chick) to find out what makes Samson so strong . And eliminate it.
She found out it was his hair...and cut it off in his sleep.

Mullet growing still shows allegiance with Samson to this day.
(And yes. I totally just made the allegiance-part up.)

Here's Regina Spektor's version of this story. She conveniently ties in origami too.

What are your thoughts, y'all?