blame it on the ********

i am allergic to boredom. but after many attacks, i am becoming resistant to it. last nite, the damn thing struck again. i decided to cook and utilize my culinary skills. after that, i turned on the TV and TNT was showing Time Out. goddamnit! i had watched it before. in an effort to resist boredom, i went on my lappie. u know what u do randomly now. chill pple, i dont mean porn.

lo and behold, some hot asian chick came to my rum to ask if i wanted to go to a nearby white frat house. yo mehn! NAIJA SHAWTY had nothing better to do. we are talking like 12:05am here. we got to the frat, went to a room, saw some homies. few people actually. 4 girls, 8 guys. check out the balance. mehn, i friggin love when demand is greater than supply to my advantage. lets the games begin. we were just drinking, taking pictures and talking for long abt nothing. naija shawty doesnt get wasted. besides, i diluted my shit with cranberry. but pseudo-drunkenness is kinda my specialty.

then, music came on. we started shaking what our mamas gave us. did i mention i was the only black chic versus 5 black guys, who i know very well. i was like shet! Kay from my previous post
wasnt there. but another guy was. lemme name him Zee. Zee is so swit, shy, intelligent. most of all, he dances like real smooth. i mean he's got some grinding skills. u know how Banky W was doing his ish in Capable(remix), that's similar to Zee's style. as usual, the first 2 guys that approach me at parris are not my type. so, i was just fronting for them. deliver me from fronting.

then, Zee came along. i was like yo! is he really? cos he is kinda shy. but it was for reals pple. grinding now started. we were sha bringing it on like no one was looking. whatever is worth doing, is worth doing well jare. as i described, Zee knows how to do his ish and sync with his woman. other couples vanished or maybe ended their dancing biz. only Zee, the makeshift DJ and I were left in the room. i was thinking like dayummmmm. today na today, u no go escape. but Zee started taking things to the other level. i consider some parts of my body my own, better still my significant other's. even though, i dont have an SO atm and i dont think Zee is looking for anything serz but just wants to have fun. maybe i encouraged him to go intense. i still dunno why i unconsciously flirt with them guys but i've got my limits.

we moved to some other parts of the frat house. did party ish again. then the two white girls, who were like bffs took their shirts off and urged some guys to do so. mehn! the parrri got hotter but u know naija shawty was already in shorts and lowcut flowing top. what else shud i strip. as if that wasnt enuf? the two white girls started making out with each other. like live ppple! mehn, all them black homies, who are my buddies remember?, were like naija shawty 'can u saw what i am sawing?'. that was the highlight of the nite. almost 3am, shawty wanted to head back. but the parri was still on point. i became the DJ for some time sef. gave the "Pop Champagne", "Calibria", "Boom Boom Pow." The dancers were feeling my jamz jo.

more ish happened mehn, cant remember so well. but what can I say, "I friggin' love college."

the caliente of this summer kwa. something serious.

PS. e be like say Kay don vex, i havent seen his shadow since the phonecall episode. next time, no fronting lol. but mehn, we talking abt 3 more mths. time dey.

happy loving, blogsville>

dear blog

so my second post and my blog is now a wk old. yay! just dat blog posts rush thru my head but to write dem down na wahala. now, saturday nite 12am, i am alone in my room. am not a duller oh, but d acada work i have ehn! baba come to my rescue. u know when u are alone and start thinking of very random things things(abeg, not porn) that u've encountered.
dis yankee can be dry sometimes if u're not in a black or naija dominated community. me sef, who sent me to come to an elite college in the middle of nowhere, all becos of the prestige of the school. just al dese oyibo pple dat think dey know how to fun everywhere. dey jes start and blast rock at their parties.
as i'm writing dis, d guy who sleeps on the oda side of my room wall is arguing with his girlfriend. dis noise is not even as disturbing as the whispers when dey are doing thier cough*cough*. r/ships and thier wahala sef.
but we live to love. love hurts sometimes though. am in my recovery period. kai, dis yankee is lackn guys oh. if it were naija, as i'm out of one, a line of bachelors will be waiting for person already sef. here, u have to be wise and extra careful. write to u later(wtul).


PS:
-if u're reading this pls pardon my digressions, i think that's my specialty in any form of communication. i digress!
-i don't edit. pardon me.