Well I don’t even know if there’s a “there” to hey, I don’t think anyone reads this blog but, aduncurr. I know this isn’t my first post, but it is my first post in over 8 months and I’m just realizing that the name I used for this blog is totally useless. I’m in no way a fascist but, I am however misguided. Today’s post is two sided. You can totally ignore the next paragraph and start with the last one okays?
Who am I ? well, if I knew the answer that question I would not be running a blog. What I do know about myself is that, I am an 18 year old Disney fanatic who enjoys watching cartoons, anime, old classic movies, and other stuff. I also listen to a variety of music including jazz and Raggae. Oh and I draw and play a lot of video games. I go to the University of Waterloo and my majors are business and digital arts with a minor in studio art but I am meaning to transfer to Architecture and have that and studio arts as majors with a minor in business admin (over achiever? yep, that’s me). The thing is, I’ve always felt that I am a genius cos, I’ve always excelled at whatever I’ve tried to do but, I’d rather be designing stuff for a living than going into an office every day, staring at notes and a computer and having to do the same thing over and over such a monotonous life, like Nigerian Music. Well, with that statement, I’d also like to state that I am Nigerian (half btw). Oh and an important fact, I am a Christian not just by the name, but I actually decided to live my life according to God’s principles this year. That doesn’t mean I am less of a teenager or I’m a party pooper. I’m still an 18 year old girl after all. I like to enjoy myself, I just don’t go over the edge. Personally, I don’t really like parties or alcohol, I just feel they are overrated and all the same but, I will go for a party with my franns.
Let there be dreadlocks, and there was a beautiful creature.
Last week was Midterm week at school and for UWaterloo students, that’s death week. Basically, last week I was a dead person, cut off from the world literally. I didn’t reply anyone (well, I usually don’t reply people anyways). So, the story is about this one night, I was in the library I had a midterm the next day. It was a Psych midterm and I had 8more chapters (out of 22) to study. (My psych prof is funny little guy that thinks he has little green people in his head who tell him what to do. Funny homie but a bitch with exams). Anyways, I was sitting on one of those tables with five chairs and there was no one sitting on the table with me. So, here I am studying like the good hard working student I am and I get a whiff of something that smells so wonderful at 10pm. I look up naturally and standing right there was some beautiful work of God with long-ass dread locks. This beautiful creature was standing with his back to me so, I couldn’t really tell if he was wonderfully made or not but, in movies, boys with dreads tend to be beautiful and he smelled so nice. I’m staring at his black bag and his locks hoping and praying that he would turn so I could take in his face. As if on cue, Mr. Locks turns and I see him. Chai he was a beaut. I started thanking God for creating such then it hit me – I looked as ratchet as lil’ kim on the red carpet. Fam, I know God said we are all wonderfully and fearfully made but, I was just fearfully made at that point. I stopped staring immediately and faced my books. This creature decided that my table was the best place to sit at. Well, apparently, it was the only available table as uwaterloo students are animals with the library as their zoo. I felt so embarrassed that when he said, “hey can I sit here”, I just nodded and kept on staring at my books. I couldn’t concentrate again fam. It took me like 30 minutes to finish reading one page and I am a slow reader when it comes to textbooks. For like a hour, I was disoriented not because the boy was fine but because it was Waterloo and you don’t see a beautiful male specie too often and also because I looked frightful. To cut the long story short, some other guy (not as beautiful) came to sit with us, apparently him and this other nigga “knew” each other. Fam they “knew”each other. Let me explain; My pencil fell and I bent under the table to go get it and what I saw next made me face my books faster than I picked up the pencil. These boys were holding hands and caressing each others hands. I hit my head against the table while getting up. It was so funny. WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME. so anyway guys, the moral of this story is to always appreciate the beauty of God’s creations. Goodbye people.