addicted to blogville

first of all, all the pple that commented on my last post, gracias!

nna mehn. blogville is so unstoppable oh. worse than facebook. more interesting than my notebooks. u know going thru anonymous blogs and seeing the world thru odas eyes. facebook is the alter ego world of most people but blogville is just the place to outpour ur thoughts and get genuine comments from people without holding a grudge at anyone. i keep following more blogs and discovering talented nigerian writers. the beauty of them all is the writers' anonymity.

i have so many typed posts in my head but skulwork will not kill man pikin. the fact that classes wud be over next wk is as bad as good. from then, my alarm wud rest but then all my asses* are due on that same day. and the best thing that happened to me today is that i realised my chem report is due tomorrow and i have a test too. i will not give up sha. dis is sweet. wkend starts tomorrow and spring fling is next wk

anyhoos, i wud have time to blog more next wk.
lemme go and jack.

much love |||

*asses-assignments

why do i?

think of miley cyrus. is she growing faster than her age? she started dating legit at 13. now, she's been going out with a 20 yr old since she was 15. is she still growing too fast? or the lohans that got breast augmentations before their 20s. ok, they are growing too fast.

what about us? aren't creating genetically modified foods before we are not ready to handle thier consequences. we tamper with the DNA encodings and stem cells of different organisms? aren't we crucifying ourselves in some fashion or the other. what exactly are we looking for?

what am i searching for? i have family. they give me all the support they can offer. i have freedom. i am as far away as possible from home, considering the oceans i cross and 12 hr flight i sleep thru. i go to a gud skul, where the intellectual diversity cannot be overemphasized. i have P.i shop sometimes like i have forgotten the definition of 'savings'. i am appreciated amogst my friends in college becos i am that supposedly smart sassy black girl from the 'low class' africa, in their opinion.

but why do i still do things that i cannot be proud of? why i do still pretend not to see the evil deeds within my vicinity? why do i judge pple becos i think they judge me? why do i.

why do i ask myself questions that i cannot answer?

wkend was on point

so dis gist is not something new out of the blues but naijashawty doesnt get to gbedu every wkend like dis abeg. i just sent my Cv and cover letter that i have been writing forever for some position rise next semester. so from my previous post of fashion show, you know dat was a thursday. mehn, friday was so beautiful asper spring arrival. everyone in skimpy shorts and colorful tops on the hill. the bad tin now is dat, hot bodies are just everywhere. i will try to hit the gym more than 3x times a wk now. this kind competition for tiny waist is not a small thing on campus oh.

haha, i dint even go out that friday nite, lazy me plus i tot the party was dominated by chincos, u know drinking and crackn dry jokes. anywoos, saturday came and trust ur babe to be on point with my freakum black dress. serzly, i dint expect the nite to be so happening. there was some upperclassman party i was invited to. i just had some jelly shots. on gettin there the place was empty but there were two other parties on that str, one next door and the oda down the str. kai, competition! i found my square roots sha and went to d parrie down the road.

voila, it was my chem lab partner's bday party. she's hispanic but many blacks were. before i cud scan the room some girl punched me bcos she was stylishly grinding. sorry humping. u know it wasnt even the hand but the leg. the guy had carried her on his laps. put her her on the ground with her legs in the air and was chuking her serzly. me, have not seen that kind tin before only on tv. but there is always a first time.

me i started to break it down with some friends. then, this cute thick latino boy in my math class started to dance with me. action part 1. then series of shit happened mehn. i even pretended to be drunk one time then this yakified yoruba boy started talkn to me. me i was just fronting like i dint know him tho we have crossed each other's parts a gazillion times. i think i was the only sober person there cos some girl was even grinding a boy with her skirt up and her shiny red pant showing. tu fia kwa for pple. the dj was on point sha. i remembered when he played 'all the single ladies', see hot girls durty whining on the stage floor. its not gud to be single oh. see stress u ahve to go thru to get a gud husband.

nways, i left for my rum at 3pm and crashed til 10am this morning. back to the books mehn

my lovely blogreaders, lemme go check whats happening in the outer blogsville world.

ciao

Happy Easter

i swear dis is d most uneventful easter i will experience. to start with, no one, i mean nobody has wished me happy easter. haha. d trials of being in an american college, where only a tad bit are religious. I was meant to go to the good friday service but my friends were going to a dance+spoken word program so i tagged along. God forgive me. but the show was good with all the stage light effects sha. I am excited for the easter egg hunt i must not miss d easter day and service. hehe, i cant wait to win that $100 hidden in the golden egg

as of now, am on my bed. i came back to my rum 30 mins ago to find my rummate and her bf fast asleep. i just got into my bed only for my rummate's bf to wake up and tap my rummate. she starts to make some sounds and gruntles like she's about to throw up. d guy goes out and she still wriggles in bed. haha, for me to look at their side, i found out that they had only briefs on. apparently, dey were engrossed in some u-know before they crashed. see me see wahala oh, are dey not meant to know i wud come back to sleep or what or inform me about the time they wud be done. ooh, i forgot, they must have been wasted. me i just need to sleep now w/out disturbance. i know when she is sober in the morning she wud start to apoogise. dese yeye oyinbos. i cant wait for my single next yr

dog is man's best friend?

i'm scared of dogs. word. as in, i cant play with even puppies. dis fear is inherent. i got it from my mum. she's scared of most animals. dis one time in 1999, we went to a zoo. my cousin, Tbabs was playn with a monkey. i dun rili know dat part of d story. all of a sudden, the monkey started chasing Tbabs, who then hid behind my mum. my mumcee started running in her agbada boubou and the monkey started chasing her instead. she almost fell oh if not for one of the guards dat came to her rescue.

ehen, i was writing about dogs shey. hmmn, i admire the sight of pple playing with their dogs. luks cool u know, having a little puppy like reese's in legally blonde. last yr, my exbf came to apologise for something trivial. we sha turned it to an intense romantic walk down the str in my area like around 9pm. my bf apologising, using sweet words, caressing my cheeks(yes, i mean my cheeks) me doing shakara and still fronting. so we passed this house, where dere was dis guy, with some oda guys, trying to scope me earlier. trust, i was just posing with my cute bf, holding hands and all dat. as we passed the next house, two dogs just came out of the house chasing each other. see me oh, i started shaking as dey approached us. i swear dogs can read minds. wud u believe dat dose dogs ran towards me.

i held my 6ft4inches boo tight and started to twirl around him. he's a dog lover so he was surprised and i guess, enjoying my holding him tight and pushing my bosom into him. before i knew what's up, i started shouting in fear. d dogs were playing, abi licking us. dose guys from d oda house came out and saw me. kai, i was sorta embarrassed. my bf was like calm down baby. mehn, i was soaked in fear until he kicked d dogs, who ran from us then. imagine, after all my posing with him, two yeye dogs came to show my weakness. my boo held me tighter, telling me he was gonna be there for me every time. but we had to cut our walk short as we headed back to chill in his car. car chilling was sweet oh.

so, the most recent one was dis thursday nite when i was coming out of the gym. dis coach stepped out of his car and next thing running towards the exit door was a black german shepherd. I was frozen, all i could do was scream and say 'i dont like dogs' instead of 'i'm scared of dogs'. d dog was scared and ran back. pple in d gym saw me shaking thru d glass. kai, i went back to d lounge and decided to wait for more pple to head out together.

me and dogs, we dont gel..def not my best friend.