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.

I must be out of my mind to start this.

hmmn, plain truth. I am bored because I came back early to school and it's spring break. Nothing much happening. I am also inspired. I read some blogs, like Fineboy's. Omo, that guy is hilarious. Despite the fact that I am a greenhorn at blogging, I will try to spice it with my special flavour. But I dislike writing. My friend, Miriam, and I just discovered an analytical paper is not due until two weeks from now. Come and see jubilation over the fone. Currently, I have a French Paper that I have been writing 3 lines per hour. Haha, but I can chat all-day long. So, I am deflowering my blogging spirit. This should be fun!!!