The Day My Roommate Went too Far....

So later that day I talked to my boyfriend and I just told him that I didn't like that he was being responsive to my roommate like that. "She's a flirt by nature, but you need to be better at handling that," I said. So then he said that I should have told him that she's a flirt. I just said that he can't have me around him all the time, telling him who is a flirt. He's just going to have to know these things on his own. So we talked about this outside in the soccer stadium at our school at night...so it was a nice atmosphere. And he was very good at listening to my concern, and addressed them all, so I can't fault him. He is a good boyfriend all and all.


So in one of the later weeks, my boyfriend and I had planned to hang out that Saturday night, but nothing had been finalized. So until he called to say for sure that we would be hanging out, I would be going to a party with some friends. I told my friend Nana that I had no clue what I could wear, because I have no clubbing clothes. So we were going upstairs to her room to look for clothes to wear. She has this gorgeous brown dress that she wore to a party before, and I wanted to wear that dress. So I took it out of the closet and tried it on. Well...the difference between her and I is that I have a much larger bra size. The brown dress was the kind of dress you don't wear with a bra (it was a halter) and it was just not working with me.

So perhaps my roommate got jealous or something...but then she just went off on me. Told me to take the dress off, and started to tell me that I was a bad girlfriend. That if my boyfriend was her boyfriend she would hang out with him every single day and blah blah blah. And I was just thinking where does this girl get off telling me all of these things when:

1.) She didn't know I had a boyfriend until less than a month before
2.) She doesn't have a boyfriend and can't maintain a relationship with any guy because she flirts around A LOT!

Later my boyfriend and I decided to hang out, and she was like "wrap it up," make sure you use a condom etc. That was the final straw. Where does this girl get off insinuating what I do in my relationships? It's not even any of her business because we are NOWHERE near best friends. But anyways...long story short. I was upset, and my roommates said she was a 'female dog' the entire night. She got upset when another friend of mine wanted to come in her car, so they decided to take that girl's car, and my roommate of course invited herself into the car (since she was no longer driving). My roommate wanted to stay, but everyone else didn't like the party. So the whole time, my roommate kept saying that if she knew everyone was going to be like that then she would have taken her car. And the girl that drove was about to slap her because she never asked my roommate to come in her car.

I hope that all made sense....

So I Lied....

School sucks, absolutely swamped with work once more. Papers, and midterms day after day after day. So....you guys will have to wait until the first week of October to hear the rest, unless I take a study break...which I HIGHLY doubt.

Sorry to disappoint :-(

Break TIme

I'm going to have to take a break from my story telling....I have mondo work to do.

Will be back later this week to complete the recap of my schooling up until today!

Talk to you guys later!

The Morning After....

So that next morning, I woke up next to my boyfriend. My roommate had apparently come back to the room...even after I called her and she said that she could find somewhere else to sleep for the night. But oh well...not that big of a deal.

I put my arm around my boyfriend and he whispers that he has something to tell me. So he begins to narrate a story to me of my roommate came into the room not long ago with another guy, and he heard some giggling and then later they left, and Brittany came back into the room and got ready for bed. I told him I must have been asleep during the whole thing because I didn't hear a thing.

So then we get out of bed, and he tells me he wants a pen and paper because he wants to write her a note. A note telling her how she was not "slick" when she came into the room. It started with...Dear Brittany, Right now it is 8:47PM, exactly 3 hours from when you entered into the room... Then he went on to talk about how she wasn't being quiet when the keys were jingling and you guys were giggling... He went on rambling in the letter about what she did when she came into the room and he ended it with oh, and just so you know, remember that you didn't see any underwear on the floor. This was there to imply the fact that we did not have sex.

I read the letter and I was just like...why did you have to put that in the note. Who's business is it what did and didn't happen. So then later we went outside because he was going to leave for church. But then he called his roommate, and he said that they were going to a later service. So during the extra time we sat in the stairwell and talked for a bit. I asked him to tell me what exactly happened the night before. And he was like...well I think she came in wearing a white top. And she came in with this guy, and they were talking and giggling about something.

Then he asked me if she put some stuff on her face before she goes to bed. Because she spent a good three to five minutes doing that. Then he asked if she goes to bed with blue shorts that say "____" on the bottom. Because it looked like she had that on when she went into bed. So then he said he wanted to go back into the room because he wanted to see her reaction when she read the note. All the while I was just listening and observing him, because I had said my piece the night before. Right now I just wanted to see how he acted.

So we got back into my bed, and were talking. The time came that he had to go and he told me to text him if my roommate had on blue ____ shorts....

The Saturday That will Live in Infamy (September 1st) Pt. 2

So I went upstairs to one of my friends room and told her the situation. And she was basically telling me that I should tell him that he's upsetting me. And how I was feeling. She said it wasn't right that he was talking to my roommate more than he was talking to me. And my issue was like...of all days. The day that I made this for your birthday, like...it's not a right way to show appreciation for it.

So I went back down to my room (and I was upset...like really upset with the whole situation). He asked me where I went because I was gone for a long time. And I refused to tell him. And then he kept bugging me to tell him, but I wasn't going to because my thoughts weren't put together yet and I wasn't ready to tell him. And then he was like, "if you tell me where you went, then I will tell you where I went last night." My answer to that was "I don't care where you were last night." or something along those lines. So later we go downstairs a level to one of the common rooms where I surprised him with his cheesecake. One of my reasons to do it downstairs was so that we would be alone, and also I didn't want to be back in the room when my roommate came back from her shower...lest she had some other things to say about being naked.

So eating the cheesecake was quiet to say the least. He was happy for the surprise, but of course I wasn't happy with the way things had gone. I had wanted this to be a special night between him and I, I ended up with my roommate, him, and me. While we were downstairs he tried again to get me to talk about where I went, and I still wasn't ready to tell. As I said, I wanted to put my words together even more.

Eventually we went back upstairs to my room, and luckily my roommate had already left. So we went back to the room, and he kept begging me to tell him what was wrong. And I did...I broke down and cried. Told him how I didn't think that it was right that he was paying more attention to my roommate than to me. Then he started crying and apologized, said that he didn't know that he was doing that, and that he hated to see me cry. And he said that he didn't get the hint that it was supposed to be just the two of us.

So that was it...I forgave him. Besides, it hurt me just as much to see him cry. And then we kissed and everything was all better :-)

The Saturday That will Live in Infamy (September 1st) Pt. 1

My boyfriend's birthday happened to fall on August 29th, which was the Wednesday of the first week of school. So on Wednesday, I went out to a Japanese restaurant with my boyfriend and three of his male friends. At first, I didn't want to go because I thought it should just be he and his friends, but some of my friends convinced me that I should go too since he asked. So I went, and it turned out to be fun, so I'm glad I went.

So anyways, I had plans of my own to make my boyfriend rice and plantain with stew (since he had never had Nigerian food before, and I had been telling him that he had to try it). And then for dessert, I was going to make his favorite food which was cheesecake. So I had a friend take me to the store where I bought all the ingredients.

Fast forward to Saturday....

4AM

I wake up to bake the cheesecake.

8 AM

Cheesecake has been baking for 2 hours now. I am tired, decide that I should go upstairs and take a nap.

10 AM

Wake back up because I need to take the cheesecake out and put it into the fridge.

12AM

Go with my three best friends and my roommate to get breakfast/dinner before our school's football game.

There happen to see my boyfriend along with some of his teammates grabbing some food. My friends and I say hi, I give him a hug, and then he leaves for the field. So my friends and roommate (Brittany) are just chatting about random things.

2PM

Go to watch the football game. We start off well in the beginning...but 3rd quarter comes, other team takes off and we lose.

4:30PM

Back to my dorm where I will spend the next several, several hours cooking dinner for my boyfriend.

6:30PM

Boyfriend calls and says he can't make it at 7:00, and asks if he can come at 8:00. Told him that was great (besides...I wasn't finished cooking and wanted to take another shower before he came so I didn't smell like friend plantain).

8:00PM

Boyfriend comes, and I have him take me to the store first to buy some whipped cream (the cheesecake cracked around some of the edges and I needed to fix it). He didn't know why we were going to the store, in fact he didn't know that I had cooked him dinner either. While we were out, I also happened to see some plantain that was riper than the one that I had bought, and so I picked up a few of those as well.

So we get back to my room and my roommate is there. And you want to know the first things that she said? She was like...

"Hi James! You know what? You are a lot taller and more muscular than I thought you were. I mean, I was talking to some friends about you, and they said that you were tall and muscular. I said that I didn't know about muscular, but you are definitely taller than I had thought."

My boyfriend just smiled and laughed at the whole thing.

And then pretty much throughout the time my boyfriend was there, he spent more time talking to my roommate than talking to me. Joking with her about America's Next Top Model....etc.

And then when I said that I was going to fry up the plantain that I had just bought, he asked if I wanted him to stay in the room, or come down with me! I mean...why would he ask to stay in the room with my roommate....does that make any sense?

And so then later, when we finally get to eating after we came back and he joked around with my roommate some more. My roommate goes into her closet right behind us and goes, "James, don't turn around, I'm getting naked." And then James says, "I mean, that would be kind of weird. Especially since ELNG is right here." And then she replies, "I'm in the closet!" And then adds again sarcastically, "oh yeah, I'm getting naked right behind you."

Why did she have to use the word naked...she could have said she was changing! And why did my bf see the need to further the conversation...?

So when my roommate left to go and take a shower because she was going to a party...I excused myself and left....

Hazy First Days with the Roomie

Move-in day went well. My roommate met my parents and my parents thought she was a responsible girl. I had the same impression of her as well (though I did know her from last year because we would complain about our roommates together before dance practice on Saturday mornings).

My parents left after about two hours, which we spent buying some things for the house and for my dorm. Right after my parents left, I meet up with my boyfriend and we chat while I'm unpacking all my things and putting them into place in my room.

In comes my roommate some hours later. So I introduce her to my boyfriend and he talks to her (like my boyfriend to make everyone feel at home :-) ). And then of course my roommate is all like..."you never told me you had a boyfriend." And in my head I'm thinking well I didn't know you well enough for me to tell you I had a boyfriend. I mean, where am I supposed to add it in during our brief passing conversations that consist of "hey, how are you?" "Good, and you?" "I'm doing well."

So we're probably in the room together (all three of us) for another hour or two...during which I was unpacking, boyfriend talking to roommate, me adding my two cents in every once in a while.

Then later my boyfriend took me out to dinner, which was great.

Through out the next couple days, my roommate would just be like...."awww, I wish I had a boyfriend." Along with other stuff, which I can't quite remember, over and over again....

Return of the Prodigal Daughter....?

Hey you guys!

I'm so sorry that I have been such an awful blogger. I've been off for like two or three months now....it's horrible. First I got swamped last couple weeks of summer school, all study and no play. Then I just wanted to relax and stressed out about school. Now I've been in school for like a month, and I literally get like 4-5 hours of sleep a night.



I thought I could stay away from blogging, and it was out of my mind for a while. Then I remembered that I missed having a place that I could just vent. About anything and everything and everyone. I really did miss you guys though. But my not wanted to blog at first kept me away. But now I'm back! I can't guarantee how often I'll blog though. But it will at least be once a week lol.

So let me give the quick rundown of what's been going on in my school days...then I will give sequential new posts that you can all catch up to minute by minute, detail by detail TODAY!!! Right now...as I have come down with this horrible cold and am lying in bed, missing my classes for the day.

Pretty much, school so far has been work, work work. Hanging out with friends, my boyfriend....and I have tons of gist about my roommate. My sneaky roommate that has some kind of negative intention towards my bf and I. My friends and I have all talked...and she's really shady. Let me start to break it down....

My Actually Post for Today...a Very Funny Story

I woke up realizing that once again I fell asleep while failing to study the material that we had just learned in calculus the previous day. I looked at the clock, 3:00AM...well then I have time. I wondered why I woke up so early, but it gave me time before to study. Slowly I was becoming more wide awake...and that's when I heard it. There was this awful music that I was hearing.

I didn't know what to make of it. First I thought it was coming from my parents room because my room shares a wall with theirs, but I soon began to realize it was not. Remembering that my window was open...I leaned toward the window and heard it louder. At first I thought it was some kind of ritual music. I mean...this thing sounded like those voodoo chants that I watch in Nigerian movies. But it was more melodic. It didn't even sound like English to me! But the house where it was coming from...they are Korean, so I just assumed they were playing Korean music and went downstairs.

About half and hour has passed since I had awoken from my slumber lol...and I'm downstairs studying. I start to hear footsteps down the stairs. I'm hoping its not my parents because I don't want to get in trouble. I look behind and I see my sister. And she asks if I can't sleep...me assuming she was asking why I was downstairs early told her I fell asleep early so I just woke up early. Then she tells me that she can't sleep because the neighbors were singing.

She wanted to sleep...and who could blame her, but her idea was to find a flashlight and shine it in their direction. Clearly...I thought this was a bad idea. So I told her to just yell out the window and tell them to be quiet. "ELNG, can you do it?" "Haha...no way! Why don't you just close your window?" She refused and went back upstairs. Five minutes later I hear "SHUT UP!" So I go upstairs, and my sister has decided to yell out the window. I linger around a bit...and tell her well they've stopped. She tells me that they always stop...but then they always start up again. And sure enough...a few minutes later she tells me they've started again.

Turns out, apparently this guy has been sitting in his car singing this My Chemical Romance song...and I here I was thinking the song was Korean. Still didn't sound English to me no matter how hard I listened. But whatever....she knows all about My Chemical Romance. And guess what time she woke up as well? Go on...guess? Three o'clock in the morning!!!!

So after sometime passes...I decide I want to yell out the window as well. I mean...we've all seen it in the movies where people yell things like "Shut up it's 3 o'clock in the morning," or "do you know what time it is," and the likes. So that's what I did...first I said "SHUT UP, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP." Boy kept singing...so I said "BESIDES YOU SUCK!" Still continues to sing...and then I go "THAT'S IT...I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" Okay...so I admit, I went overboard...but that's something that I can cross off my list of things that I need to do before I die lol. j/k j/k

So to end the story, we later told our parents. Mom came to sisters room and said she didn't hear anything because at that time he was taking another pause. And then he started up again...right as she was walking away. Called mom back and she came and heard it for herself. Then she told us to go to bed...okay. I went back downstairs to do my work...but that was funny.

Ohhh....and Happy 4th of July to everyone in the States!



p.s. Please excuse my earlier rant about my bf...I was just in one of those moods...

Random BF Rant.....

While the events of last week seem to disappear into who-knows-where land...there are some things I remember.

As I have suggested in my last post, my boyfriend does say somethings that are rude at times. And I feel like that along some other...well one in particular habit really drives me up the wall. I mean...is it okay for me to kind of rant about my boyfriend like this? One thing that bothers me, which I would love to think of some way to tell him is that he chews with his mouth open! That one really bothers me...and the fact that he'll talk with food in his mouth as well. If it's a once in a while thing...I might be able to deal with that. And I don't know if I am being picky or not...

We were talking on the phone one day...and I all could hear was loud chewing. And I asked him..."are you eating something?" He said that he had just went to get pizza. He asked why I asked, I said "no reason." Ohhh....if I had let my mind betray me then. I want to tell him politely that he should eat with his mouth closed and not show the whole world his food...but how do I? I was once thinking of telling him a story of a neighbor of mine who annoyed my siblings and I with how he chewed with his mouth open. And did I add that his mouth does this side-side move like a cow when he chews and talks? I am seriously not trying to be mean...I do still like him despite this. I mean...its not like we eat all the time when we are together.

I don't know...I guess being away from him for 2 months already...and not being about to see him for another 1 1/2 makes things hard for me to keep remembering all the good things. Don't get me wrong here...I thought about the good for about the first month and a half. But I can't help but feel that he's changing. Not changing as in he would dump me...I know its not that.

Actually, I think we are both changing. We don't talk as much as we used to...we used to talk everyday for hours. It could be texting back and forth for a bit, or chatting online or phone calls. Now we never talk for maybe more than 30minutes...every couple of days. Might get a sprinkle of a text here or there. And I know that's still good...but I don't know.

Last thing of this post... So my boyfriend has this pseuo-psycho ex girlfriend. Not sure if I ever mentioned her before. So she's been trying to get him back...she "tricked" him into going on a date with her last summer...although not sure how you can be "tricked into a date." They had gone out to dinner and the pier on the beach at night and he paid for everything (and he didn't know it was a date until she told one of her friends about it).

So he told me that he wanted to go and hang out with her during the summer. Which I don't really get, he says they want to be friends...and yet she still likes him. When she found out we were going out because we decided to put it on facebook she told him "oh I see you have a girlfriend, well that's great because I have a boyfriend too!" I mean....what kind of nonsense is that? I'm not trying to invite any trouble! So I don't know, I told him I don't understand why he wants to go...but he said if she starts getting too frisky/fresh/whatever the word is, then he would leave. But I'm a little worried about what he considers flirting...he didn't know I liked him when I was flirting with him...because he said "lots of girls including some of his friends do that."

Ohhh...this post was soo inappropriate, But I'm just confused right now. Will explain more in my next post...this one is already too long :-/

Back for Real This Time!!!

Okay, sorry. I know I made a post that I was going to be back, but I didn't update. I was going to push it back a day because I had a test that Friday...but then Friday just turned out to be a bad day for me, so I didn't feel like doing anything all weekend. I'll elaborate on that later...or else I will end up with a super long post...actually, I have several things that I hope to remember to talk about. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll do a post a day and just get everything out there. So you all just have to wait to see what the issues are.

One thing I did this weekend though was give my sister a perm! Okay...I have never given a perm before, and it wasn't the greatest idea because her roots are straight, but the rest of the hair is like kinky braid hair! O_O

I tried though...her hair is INSANELY THICK! So by the time I got done with applying relaxer to the roots...I had like 5 minutes left. I left the relaxer on for an additional 5 minutes to give the rest of the hair a chance to take the relaxer...but it just didn't. We decided that we should try again to relax the rest in 2 weeks. I don't think it took because when she took her braids out a couple days ago, she greased her hair to take the braids out...but never washed it out. So we're going to try again on clean hair.

So my boyfriend offended me last week. He told me two Sundays ago that he would be busy this week. So I was like that's okay. So a couple days pass, and I don't hear a word from him. So I was just like, I'll text him and say "hey sweetie, miss you...etc." that kind of text. And then the reply text that I see a couple hours later is..."didn't you get my last text?" I was flabbergasted. I mean, I felt that was kind of rude. I just replied saying I didn't get it and what was his reply:



That's right....no reply. So I resolved myself to not text him again less he decided to text me. Okay...I messed up. I texted just to say hey a few days later. He texted me on Saturday when I was out with my family and we were going to talk 3 hours later. Well...fours later we actually started talking.

I told him that I was mad at him...eventually. I'm not sure if he knew that I was mad at him, I thought it was somewhat obvious...because when he said I miss you, I just said that him saying that was random. I just wasn't as affectionate towards him as I normally am. So I told him later that I'm mad at him and told him why. I don't think he really got it though.

It reminds me of when I went to the last football game of last school year. And afterwards I called him to say he did a good job. He didn't answer when I called, but immediately called me back. The first thing that he said was "What do you want?"

I don't know....it's little...but sometimes I think he needs to watch how he phrases things. Because they can come out rude...sometimes. Anyways...more stories to tell, hopefully tomorrow.

Ohh....and my new favorite song: Sean Kingston- Beautiful Girls...enjoy!

Off Vacation Early!

Hey you guys!!!! Sorry...I couldn't just leave blogging lol. I've only blogged once a week the past couple weeks anyways. Still here!!! I am back!!! Will make a better post tomorrow, I am really tired lol.

Life....nothing else to Say About it

I will never forget the scream my mother had let out that morning. I had been watching t.v. moments earlier when the phone rang. The caller ID failed to tell who was calling so as usual I refused to answer. Mom called from the other room to answer the phone and reluctantly I answered. "Hello," I said trying to figure out who was calling; all that I was about to get was that it was a cousin of my mothers. I went over to the living room where my mom was reading and handed her the phone, telling her that it was a cousin. Within the next minute, I went up to my room thinking I had heard a text come in...there was nothing. As I turned to leave the room, just crossing the threshold of the door I hear my mother scream. A scream that I had never heard from her before. I ran downstairs to find my mom wailing, arms waving in the air and in tears. I instantly knew that someone had died. My younger siblings had come into the room as well. We all wanted to know what had happened, but despite our pleas, our mother refused to speak.

All that I could think to do was to wrap my arms around her and try to comfort her. But she kept pushing my arms away and telling me to leave her. My siblings and I just watched helplessly not knowing what to do, or if there was anything that we could do. While she cried, they sat and I stood with my arm on the back of her chair. Dad came downstairs to ask what was wrong, all I could say was "I think someone died." Dad waited, and then tried to ask mom what had happened and she continued to cry as though she could not hear us, refusing to give up the source of her sorrows. I remembered the name of the person who called, all that kept ringing in my head was the last name, and whose death could make my mom cry like this. I was hoping that it was not any of my cousins who we had spent two weeks in Nigeria last summer. But I didn't know for sure, different people kept coming to my mind and I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose any of them. My dad had gone back upstairs at this point to give mom some room I guess.

I begged my mother to tell us what had happened, but once again she wouldn't tell. I looked at my sister, she looked at me and mouthed this name. I didn't get it at first. She repeated the mouthed the name again and along with it "mom's oldest sister." I was shocked...thinking how she could have died. We never knew she was sick. For the first time, I could feel tears in my eyes, because it would be the second time I was able to put a face to a name of someone who died. The first was a few months earlier, when an uncle of my dad's died...we had visited his house a couple times in Nigeria that summer, and he welcomed us with open arms. Even though he last saw some of my siblings (my little brother wasn't born yet) and myself maybe 13 or 14 years ago...he had greeted us with open arms. As though we were his own children. My parents always talked highly of him, and we got to see his generosity with our own eyes. They said that he died of stress...he was stretched thin monetarily, and he even called my dad to ask if he could borrow some money for his son...*sigh*

My mom's sister had traveled 8 or so hours to spend those two weeks with our family and she was around as all the time. Took me to my first open market...if she had died, I would really know what it means to lose someone in your family. Tears in my eyes, I stood next to my mom. Five minutes later, my mom began to talk. She said that a cousin of hers died of kidney failure. On one had, I felt relief that it wasn't the aunt that died, but I felt sad because a life is still a life. A brother-in-law of my mothers died of kidney failure a couple months back, and that cousin attended the funeral. In the words of my mother "little did he know that he too would follow suite and suffer the same fate."

I feel horrible, my mom told me of how she had met another Nigerian who had kidney failure here in the US...and how two years later, she saw him again and he looked much better. He had just received his much needed kidney transplant. Here in the U.S., you can get the treatment...but unless you have the money in Nigeria, that disease is basically a death sentence. And ironically enough, after my uncle had died of kidney failure, we were watching NTA and they were talking about kidney dialysis machines and how they are hard to come by. And they were talking about some hospital that had two of them. I can't even begin to fathom....life really comes at you fast. And someone that you were talking to not long ago, can be snatched away from you like that on the wings of death.

I have been saying that I will try to do something, but that moment, when I thought that I had lost someone in a manner...I have just really decided that I can't keep saying that I will do something and not. I want to help...I don't know how. Maybe I can raise money to pay for dialysis machines to put in the hospitals or something. I'm just really confused...sad, I don't know what. But I'm writing this post because I think I just want to take a break from blogging...maybe a week or two. I somehow feel that this is just the time for me to really just reevaluate my life and think more about what it is that I want to do now and what I want in the future. I've just got a lot to think about...

Take care of yourselves everyone, and stay blessed :-)

Tales from NTA and Music

Wow! Can't believe it's been a week already. Nothing much new in terms of myself. But I have some crazy stories that I saw on NTA news that I just feel the need to comment on.

One story that I was watching with my parents was of a 7-year old child (I believe that was his age) that was lured into the field by some men on the pretense that he would be given sugar cane. These men instead led the child to the field where they took out both of his eyes so that they could be used in some ritual (to gain invisibility?). When I saw the kid, I was just shocked. Can you imagine how his mother feels, I can only imagine how I would feel if such would happen to my child. And this kid who had dreams of playing soccer and learning to write in Arabic and all these different things...all shattered. He can't do anything without the aid of someone anymore. It's a sad situation and I can only pray for him and his family.

What really bothers me is this child's life was ruined...a little child. People will see herbalists until who knows when, but...there is too much I could say here. I'm just saddened to be honest. Now I understand why my uncle was so mad at my siblings, cousins and myself for being out so late. He talked about people being used for rituals, but for some reason...the seriousness of it never dawned on me until now. Sucks when people have to live their life in fear.

Second and last story was another odd one. This man had become sick and went to a hospital and they gave him some treatments in the form of injections. Those injections ended up giving him a severe allergic reaction, and now he has a lot of yellow and dark puffed scars (keloids) all over his body including his face. And left the man blind. Horrible story here as well. They went to the hospital where this happened and tried to talk to the doctor. A security guard came out and started harshly talking to the camera crew. If you saw this, sorry for me telling such a horrible story. But that security guard left quite an impression on me because he only had what looked like swim trunks on...and a towel slung over his shoulder. Is this the attire of a security guard? The security guard part was a me getting sidetracked but the sad thing is that it was an unfortunate accident. I think they said the reaction was because of a syndrome he had. Still wondering if the hospital is to blame or not...

But for some better things...I'm sure you all have heard of Blogville Idols. Well I'm competing. Vote for me!!! Even if I sing bad haha...and get voted out in the first round (serious possibility though folks!)

But even if I sing bad...my boyfriend doesn't think so. He and some of his friend do this thing where they make beats to songs and write lyrics and record them. Their own little "record label" type thing. It's really cool, and I've listened to their first CD and it really surprised me. So he asked me if I wanted to do some collaboration with his group and sing a song on their next album. First I didn't want to because I didn't want to be intrusive on their stuff and then it would be like why does so-and-so have their girlfriend singing and etc. But apparently it wouldn't be like that. The idea of our song is a guy and girl who are friends but could be more and then at the end he pulls up the guts and asks her out. Cute isn't it? LOL But I heard the beat for it yesterday because he sent it to me...it's soo good! Okay, I'm excited for it lol. It will be like a Jessica Simpson and Nick L. song. You know the one that goes "your lips upon my lips will be the sweetest kiss?" Don't remember the song...and Nick and Jess are long gone lol.

In the spirit of this whole Idols thing...you guys. I just had to put the worst singers from Season Four up here. I stopped watching Idol after the first season though, because everything is always better the first time around lol.



Oh...and my next hairstyle will be revealed soon! Take care everyone! :-)

Tired....Exhausted....what other Synonym exists for Fatigued

I started class today at a local University...but all the same one that I am not adjusted to. I had to walk all over campus to find classes, and fix mix-ups that the university made. Put my name in two different accounts (one spelled correctly, one spelled incorrectly). Adding letters to my name that weren't originally there!!! As if African names are hard to spell!!!....haha, okay, let me not even go there. But yes, 3 hours in class, and then 5-6 hours running errands and correcting mistakes. People...let me tell you that I had one of the GREATEST workouts in my life that day lol. Running across campus before my parking meter ran out and I got a ticket lol.

I got up extra early so I would look really cute for class, made sure my hair was nice. I looked cute in my first class...when there was no cute guys in there. Second class...came in a bit sweaty from running all over the place, hair wasn't looking as nice as it did that morning. I was a mess lol...but I was only sweaty for about the first 10 minutes of class though. Lucky me lol. But...it was an interesting first day!

I Just Washed My Hair.....

And needless to say...I could not figure out how to put those darn rollers in lol. I bought the little metal clip things that I saw the lady at the salon use...but they just kept falling out!!! This sucks, my hair is a poofy mess...and I'm considering reverting back the the flat iron. Okay...so really I won't. I'll just buy the roller clips and then try again.

I think I might consider dreadlocks.

Well...my hair might be a mess, but at least it smells good!!! LOL :-p

Three Dreams and a Hairdresser

There was a young woman



Who loved to eat stew



She had some weird dreams



And she didn't know what to do...

Do you ever get some crazy dreams when you're sleeping? Well I had some last night, and none of them were clear. And now...I barely even remember them because I waited too long before I made this post!! All I know is one involved a white family that needed to get to the bathroom. And I showed them how to get there...but somehow it involved a narrow rope bridge (which I almost fell off)...and I think it was supposed to be my dorm at school...but it looked a lot more like a Hogwarts type school. It was weird.

Another involved a pair of white sandals that were mine, and I was looking for them. I was at this African lady's house (sorry...don't know which country, but I think she was from a French speaking one). And then she said she would let me borrow her pair of white sandals (we were in her basement). So I borrowed them, but I didn't like them because there was this clear covering over the toes. I went upstairs, and their was another African lady (same French speaking country)and she said that she had put my white sandals in the garage on the shoe rack.

Third dream...I don't even remember anymore lol.

But the hairdresser....Oh my goodness!!!

Okay, so I went to the hairdresser to get a touch up on my perm. And the lady who I was working with was soooooo insanely rude to me. She is a friend of my mom's, so that's why my mom sent me to her. I'm pretty new to perming my hair because it's always been in braids. So I would say that I don't know to much about maintaining a perm (or what is best for your hair). So whenever I wash my hair I blow dry it and then flat iron...and when I go to the hairdresser, they blow dry and flat iron my hair as well.

I won't even go through how rude she was to me when she was putting the perm in and things. But I will fast forward to after she washed my hair and asked me if I wanted it blow dryed or set. She had been telling me the whole time how dry my hair was, so I asked which one is better for your hair. And she replied setting, so I said okay I want it set. So I asked her to show me how to put my hair in rollers because I have never seen anyone do it before (my sister and I always had braids, and my mom has her hair cut short). So she sarcastically tells me that she will show me when she's doing it. But the whole time, she kept telling me to put my head down. "Can you put your head down!" Sarcastic tone again....

So I'm under the dryer...never been under it before in my life. So maybe 10 minutes goes by, my scalp starts feeling really hot. So I think my hair is dry, but the hairdresser is nowhere in sight. She was somewhere in the back talking to my mother. I even called my mom asking her if she could tell her friend to come over to check my hair. My mother said okay...but they definitely just kept on talking. Five or more minutes go by (which felt like ages) and I keep touching my hair under the driers and I'm thinking this woman is going to ruin my hair! Drying it when there is nothing left to dry!

So I move my head out from under the dryer, and this other hairdresser sees me, and calls the woman who was doing my hair telling her that my hair was dry. My hairdresser says from the back "there's no way that her hair can be dry already!" So she comes out, and I tell her that I think my hair is dry already. Then she gets this attitude saying that my hair cannot be dry. She doesn't even check my hair. Then proceeds to yell at me in front of the entire salon. Telling me that I should stop calling her name (might I just say that I had never called her name before). And that she is trying to have a conversation with my mother and I should just leave her. And my mom just stood there and let her treat me like that.

Then of course she continues to be rude to me when she takes the rollers out and wraps it. That reminds me of earlier when I asked her if I should air dry my hair with the rollers, because I was confused about it. Was I supposed to buy myself a dryer, or can I just sit with the rollers in there and let it air dry. She didn't listen to me when I asked because her answers to me made no sense. And after repeating and clearing up my question several times, I just gave up. And after the whole thing, my mom gave her a $10 tip. I would have given the woman nothing. She was my mother's friend (well not really...more of a customer) or else I would have told her how rude I thought she was. My other hairdresser around my university tells me what she puts in my hair and why, she's patient and nice...my other hairdresser deserves tips, not this one. And besides, this lady burned a lot of my scalp. Never going back to that woman again....

Argh..oh well. Well I have to go pick up a friend of mine, have a great day everyone!

Updation Nation! LOL

Well exams are over, and I'm officially done with freshman year of university!!! Yay!!! LOL It's been one crazy year lol...I mean really it has been lol. From parties to crazy hook-ups...strippers, overnighters in the library, bad boyfriends and roommate stories, it's been the most exciting school year of my life. And now that I'm back home, life seems boring again lol. I miss my crazy friends like whoa lol.

Funny tidbit, on the day that I was moving out of campus, storage spaces were all filled. I was planning on leaving my stuff off at a friend's house that lives nearby, but unfortunately that didn't work. Because her parents weren't home and she was still packing, so there was no one to let me in lol. No worries though, my parents happened to find a way to fit all my clothes, shoes, fridge, storage containers, books, and suitcases into the car. Yes...it was like that! LOL Ok fine...so we had two suitcases on top. But on the 5 hour drive home, it was like, I know we have a truck and all...but I was still somehow afraid that the roof would cave in when I kept on hearing creaking noises lol. But it all worked out for the best though, I'm lucky that I have that storage container. I don't know what I would do without it seeing as to how my room has no dressers, desks or any furniture other than a bed. Yep...come home from university and that's what happens lol. No worries though lol.

Next story...I know in my last post I said that crazy guy had not called me. Well I spoke too soon. While in the library studying for my finals, I had taken a nap. And when I woke up, I checked my phone. In the library I keep my phone on silent rather than turn it completely off. So I check my phone for calls...and guess who had called me! Argh...it's really frustrating. I honestly thought that I was done with all of this nonsense. And the thing is, it's been a week now...about a week, and he hasn't called me again. So I'm thinking that maybe he just called to make sure that I still have the right number. So I'm trying to think about what I can do in this situation.

I don't want to call him back for one thing, or else he might get the impression that I am interested in some kind of contact (or else why would I be returning his call?). So in one way...I want to call the police, but I can't just call them without giving him any kind of warning ahead of time that if he calls me, I will call them. So I can't call the police yet. Or next time he calls me... I might just tell him this whole lie about:

1.) My parents are moving to [insert some far off state here] and because of that I had to switch schools as well to be closer to them. Reason being that I'm only allowed to be so-and-so hours away from home.

2.) I was diagnosed with cancer when I was younger, and a couple of months ago, I found out that it had come back. And I didn't want to hurt him, and I didn't want him to be sad, so I felt that if we just stopped communicating it would be better.

3.) Call me again and I will call the police. (This one not being a lie...maybe a bluff though)

So those are my options, and I assure you that I am seriously considering each one. So what do you guys think? Like...dislike...better option out there?

And last of the agenda that I have for my post...my boyfriend...as usual lol. Okay, this might be a very very long section because I realize as I am typing this that things have happened which I have not spoken of before.

First things first, one story that I absolutely HAVE to tell you all...

So I have this friend who is a year older than me and we go to the same university, Nigerian as well. Maybe two weeks after I started going out with my boyfriend, I told her about him. And the funny thing was that at first she thought that I was joking. So then the next day, we were on the phone and she tells me how she doesn't think that he really likes me. And says that she thinks that he has this thing for this other girl. She then goes on to tell me about how she saw him coming out of this girl's room at like 2 o'clock in the morning and he gave her a hug. But it was the kind of hug that you give someone when you guys have been doing something. I told her that was we were really going out. She then apologizes, and says that it happened months ago, and that she thought I was just crushing on this guy. That was that, didn't let it phase me, because I knew that he liked me.

So then a couple weeks go by, and I'm going out to a movie with that same friend. We're with this other group of girls as well. So while waiting in line, she pulls me aside to talk to me. She tells me once again, how she's not sure that my boyfriend really likes me. The story about him coming out of another girls room late at night is mentioned again. And then she goes on to tell me how he saw him going into the same dorm that the girl lives in one afternoon when she was talking with my bf and they parted ways. So then I repeatedly tried to tell her that that was the same dorm that he lived in. She then said to me, I thought he lived in such-and-such because you had gone there when you wanted to see him. So I told her that I had made a mistake and gone into the wrong dorm. But that wasn't all she had to tell me. She also had to go on to say that "he only asked you out because he felt sorry for you." Because my boyfriend and I had kissed before he actually asked me to go out with him, she said that he felt obligated to ask me out. She said "don't be that girl ELNG, because I was that girl once, and it's not a good place to be." I'm not going to lie...I was shocked. Like literally floored that she said that to me. I didn't think much of it when she said it, but when I got back to my dorm...it bothered me.

And the worse thing is, you don't need to believe something at all. You really don't. But once you start seeing truths to certain aspects, and you start questioning things...that's when you create a problem.



All she had to do was say that, and then it started putting doubts in my head. Like, can I really be sure that if he likes me. If he really likes me, then why doesn't he call more often? Why doesn't he such-and-such...? And then I started going back to things that my ex-boyfriends have done...and it's just a giant mess. All-in-all, I was crying my eyes out for two hours just thinking about all of it. And thinking...how did I become this girl? So it bothered me, and I think the first time I was around my boyfriend afterwards, I couldn't hide it. And he asked me what was bothering me...and at first I didn't want to say it, because I had come to the conclusion that what my friend had made no sense. But he really wanted to know, so I told him. And then he told me how it's not true, and he really does care about me and all of that good stuff lol.

That was the end of that episode...but once someone says that to you, it's always in the back of your mind. So a week ago when I went to see my boyfriend. And I told him that I would be over in about an hour. So when I knocked on his room door and he wasn't there, I was surprised. Like we had planned this...where is he? So I called him and he answered. Told me he would be there in a bit, but behind him in the background, I could hear girls giggling. What comes to my mind is what my friend said. So I wasn't exactly in the greatest mood when he met me at the stairwell. For one thing...I refused to kiss him. I always moved my head, or his head in a way that it wasn't obvious...but I just didn't have to kiss him. That went on for like an hour and we were just hanging out in his room watching t.v. or listening to music on his laptop. And then his roommate came back, so we went over to my dorm room instead because my roommate is always in her boyfriend's room. So he was asking me what was wrong, but I didn't want to say because I felt that it would sound stupid. I mean really...what was I worried about? I know that he loves me...but eventually I told him. He made me feel better and that was that. Oh yeah...the other girl did apologize to me, she said that she was just jealous because I was younger and had a boyfriend, and because I was taking an eligible guy from her grade and she thought that it wasn't fair.

But yeah, now I'm home...and I have this background on my computer of me and my three other best friends from school. One is from Ghana, another is Ethiopian, and the other is from Antigua. So my mom saw it, and wanted to see the other pictures that I had taken. So I open "My Pictures" folder and it goes to the picture of my boyfriend and I (like a couple pictures!!!) So I freaked and scrolled up quickly (luckily...I was smart and took the picture of my boyfriend and I off from my background and replaced it with my friends lol). But yeah...I couldn't find the folder I was looking for, so I sat on my computer fiddling for a bit, trying to find the folder I was looking for. Eventually I found it, and I was going through the pictures, and my mom sees this picture of a boy. Asks about him, he's African-American. Then comes the series of questions. How do you know him? Why do you know him? How close are you? etc. All of this over the picture of a boy! But I guess I know how Naija parents are.

Later that night, I'm watching "The Bachelor" with my parents...and they start talking about standards that they have. Referring to never bring home an African-American or else I will get disowned. I thought it was going to end there. Next morning, my mom calls me aside because she had to talk to me. She tells me how my she and my father are worried because they think that if anyone in the house is more likely to bring home an African-American, it would be me. They have been saying this to me for years (little do they know that I've had two boyfriends before the one I have now, and both were Nigerian...anyways). Thinking about it now, I have the urge to bring up the whole...self-fulfilling prophecy thing. But I won't...at least not yet. But yeah, every time that they tell me that, I get soo bothered because to be honest, that would never cross my mind to marry one. I want to marry a Nigerian, that's the only way I can imagine growing up, I want to move back to Nigeria and stuff...I just need to marry one. But when she says that, I just think...well if that's what they think, then I might as well.

But back to the story, she goes onto reiterate how I should never bring home an African-American because I would be disowned. That my father and herself would not come to the wedding along with some of my siblings. Starts asking me if I've had sex and all these questions. All of this over the picture of a boy? It's like they assume that every boy in a picture is someone that you want to marry.

Definitely...not true. He told his family a couple of days ago, and they accepted me. I just feel bad that I can't tell my parents. The reason I told him was that apparently I'm not allowed to date, but I can't tell him the truth. I can't tell him that my parents would never accept him as my boyfriend because he is African-American and because of that title, they will not like him. It's sad, both for him because the only family that he will get to know are my siblings. My siblings don't care, they know that we're young (never talked about marrying a black-american though...not really a need to kind of). I was talking to a friend who also goes to the same university with me who is in a similar position (although her family just doesn't like the guy, they are both from the same tribe, and they actually plan to get married). But her parents stopped paying her tuition, monitor phone calls, ransack the room...crazy stuff. I don't want that. And she said to me, that I should see where it goes, but also...why date someone who can't be a potential life partner? It makes a lot of sense, I guess maybe at my age I should start thinking of these things, but I have so much schooling ahead of me, and so much time left, that I shouldn't worry about it right now. She said that I shouldn't break up with him because of my parents, and that I should see where it goes. Which I plan to do.

I really wish I could tell my parents about him though. I really cannot see my life without him at this point. I would be a wreck...dead serious if I hadn't met him. I would still be trying to find my rock bottom. My first boyfriend...he really messed me up, and maybe I'll go into that later. But he seemed perfect...until one weekend. He was Nigerian (as you all already know), could be a potential husband...did one thing that I could not forgive him for (although maybe I can now). But since then, I had a "why should I care attitude." My parents don't know about any of this, and I would love to keep it that way. But the guys that I have made-out with afterwards were a response to that attitude. It was a horrible life to live (seemed like all fun then...but it's not). Can you imagine from October to today...I've kissed seven guys (3 1/2 were boyfriends)? Gosh...that number makes me feel horrible...wretched to say the least. But my boyfriend saved me...really did. I already had discontent with my lifestyle...I wanted to change, but I would see myself falling back into the same cycle.

He let me know that no matter what happens in my past, there is always a reason for it. And that all those obstacles that I went through before was to help me in my current relationship. Just like the things that he had gone through with past girlfriends were for this relationship. We even had this long talk about religion...several talks. To where he eventually confided in me about his first girlfriend, and I told him about my first boyfriend. And believe me...telling him about my first boyfriend was hard. I was afraid that he would start to see me differently (or even worse feel sorry for me). And I had only told one other person about that weekend, and that was when it happened back in early October. Since then...I've kept it quiet. But I trusted him to know, and I'm glad that I did. I really am. I can't let him know enough how much I love him. For everything that he has done for me. Been there when I need him...always knows the right things to say. And I think that ever since I've told him about my boyfriends, he understands me a lot more where I'm coming from more. I'm glad that we're together. African-american or whatever...I wouldn't trade him for the world. Because I really do owe it to him for helping me get over whatever has gone wrong in my life. And to learn to look past it.

Haha...*sigh of relief* that was one long post lol. Feels a little heavy though. Something to lighten the mood. It's from MadTV. I hope you guys enjoy it :-) And have a great day lol.

Where's ELNG?

First off...I must really apologize for not blogging. I really didn't know that I haven't posted in a long time. I get caught up in school and boyfriend that time just flies by lol. But classes end tomorrow, and then we head into exams. So I am not going to lie...there might not be a post for the next week and a half. But then after that, hopefully things will be getting better.

I don't even know where to start. It feels like my life hasn't been as interesting as before. Maybe like after the chase of getting a boyfriend, there's nothing exciting to write about...or more like I would be willing to write about. But I can make a start I guess, no harm in trying lol.

Actually...I do have something kind of funny. I don't know why, but I'm being dead honest, that if I begin to fall asleep while talking to people...it's worse than talking to a drunk person. I have to attest to that myself. Because sometimes when I am dozing off and I say something, and the other person asks me to repeat what I just said...I realize...what the heck was I talking about? I've caught myself talking about a lightening being in the hallway, pink bulletin boards in a car...just weird stuff.

But worse of all...when I'm falling asleep with my boyfriend (and no...we don't sleep together in that way....get your minds out of the gutter! LOL). I start saying other guys names...not that I call him by those names (at least I think and I hope that I don't...) but I just mention them. And then he would ask me why I said such and such's name...and all I can do is deny. I mean...I don't even remember saying the name?!?!?!

Crazy club guy has not called me since. Although I did get a phone call on my phone from an unavailable number. Luckily though I was in a meeting and my phone was on silent so I did not hear and I did not answer.

Crazy ex-bf keeps asking for the name of my boyfriend. As if I am going to tell him. Then asks me if I have broken up with my boyfriend yet. Says the reason why he asks is because I broke up with him. Also tells me that a boy and girl have to sit down and both have to agree to break-up before they break-up. Is that true by-the-way? I don't think so...that makes no sense. I mean...I may be a novice, but I am not stupid.

I love my boyfriend! He wrote me a song...and even though he called me out on my many faults (like when I accidentally got my car stuck on this girl's front lawn, or the fact that I dance to my own beat, that I say other guys names when I fall asleep...) Anyways...I'm out :-p Until next time!

What's Going On???

Okay people...sorry that I took so long to make this post, but life's been hectic. Very hectic, okay life has been crazy.

But this is going to be short because surely I need to get ready for class. But just some things that I need to touch on for my next blog.

1.) Apparently now there is a Nigeria's Next Top Model!!!!



Which I love because well, I love America's Next Top Model...I just wonder if the Nigerian one will be online so I can enjoy them as well...hmmm....

2.) I have this crazy guy that keeps calling me. The one that I talked about several posts back about how I had met this guy after the club. Yeah...calls me even after I tell him to leave me alone. If he calls me with some creepy message again about how he's not going to give up or some nonsense like that, I will honestly call the police, file some kind of restraining order and have him arrested...or something. No joke, this guy really is beginning to scare me.

3.) Updates on me and my bf...as if it's really anything important.

4.) How I got myself a really good bargain on some African jewelry last weekend.

Okay...this post doesn't look too interesting lol...well I'll figure it all out later haha. Anyways...got class right now.

I'm off..!!!

Thanks, Thoughts and Trouble

First off, I want to say


to everyone who gave me advice on the situation. And you guys are right, I can't be too sure if he is the right guy.

But even then...I've been thinking, and it's probably too early for me to be worrying about all of this. It's a young relationship, and who is to say that it will even last six months from now let alone six days. Though I will not think that way...I generally try not to think pessimistically. So right now, I'll worry about right now. I'll worry about finishing up university and getting into medical school (though even at that I have quite a few more years to go lol). But I don't know...I'll cross that bridge when I get there. So if the time comes where I will think about telling my parents, then I will. But otherwise, my siblings all know, and two of them met him, so that will have to be good enough for now lol.

And for something that is so funny, or could be considered trouble (if you are the guy involved). But umm...let's just say that guys should not being looking for other women when they are already in a relationship lol. Enjoy!



Well Springbreak is almost over, and I'm heading back to the university on Sunday. All I have to say is talk about a dissappointment. Not only did I not get to go to the ASAC (African Students Association Convention) in Miami, Florida...I pretty much spent the entire break putting together a musical compilation for my school's upcoming African Heritage show, but also studied. But it will all pay off later on. Well here is the link for that convention website. Oh well...maybe I can go next year lol. Anyways...I'm off for more studying, trying to get that 4.0 lol. Have a good weekend! :-)

Bittersweet....

This post...I really don't know what to say. Well I mean I know what to say but I just have really mixed emotions right now.

I hung out with my boyfriend today and I had an AMAZING time. We kissed for like an hour or two as usual...omg....kissing him is great. He may not be the best kisser that I have ever had, but I know that he actually feels attracted to me. Like I can tell by his eyes and his body language and that is all I need. There is passion, and I love that. It hasn't been long, but I love his company, he makes me smile and all that good stuff.

We had a crazy day because I got my car stuck in the ditch of my sisters friend's house. And he was there and helped me get the car out...though now part of the girls' lawn is messed up lol.

But yeah, I care about this guy...I can seriously almost cry with how much that I care about this guy. The only problem (and the main reason that I cannot tell my parents about him) is because he is black-american. And I know...I know...I never thought that I would ever find myself in this position. I never thought that I would be dating a black-american, and yet here I find myself liking one...a lot. And in a relationship with one, and we really care about each other a lot. Am I supposed to just deny my feelings for this guy?

Okay...maybe I have not completely addressed the problem. So yeah...my parents have made it clear forever that any guy I would be in a relationship (and then eventually marry) would have to be either white or Nigerian. I used to think that that would not be hard, like I've had my "white boy" and my "Nigerian/African guy" phase (not that these have all permanently passed). But like I said before...I met this guy at a party one day and that was it. Though my last boyfriend was Nigerian (didn't tell my parents about him either though...that was the age thing lol).

They have made it clear that if I ever came back with a black boy they would disown me. And I don't want to be disowned...especially as a woman, it's hard. But I really care about this guy. He is sooo unbelievable sweet, and the things he says to me...I could fall in love with him. He's not like the average guy, and he's not ghetto or anything. So I don't know...I'm just not going to tell my parents for now...in fact I can't tell him why I can't tell my parents either...or at least I can't tell him right now.

That is my ordeal and any input would be great appreciated. I really need everyone's advice on this.

So Far so GREAT!!!

So it has been a long time since I've updated about my life...I know my bad, my fault lol.

About the performance that we went to. So it was supposed to be like African Dance...but let me tell you, that looking nothing like African Dance to me, it was more like interpretive dance or something...but that thing was boring. The only thing that made it great was having Mr.B. with me :-)



We like flirted a lot before...then the performance came on and it was boring to the max. At first I was excited about it, but then as it continued...I was beginning to realize that this dance performance was NOT (I repeat NOT) what I thought that it would be.

So yeah...after the performance he asked me what I was doing later and I said nothing. So I decided to ask him what he was doing later, and he said nothing as well. So then he took my friend and I to the bus stop and we were chatting and he was joking around with me. And I pretended to be hurt by what he was saying, and then he put his arm around me :-D

So yeah...I put my arm around him and then after we got off the bus he walked me back to my dorm and went up to my room. And we were talking...but I could feel his arm slowly pulling me closer to him. And so then I was standing in front of him and I knew we were going to kiss. So we moved in closer...we about to kiss, but we both did this smile laughing then...and then we kissed! We kissed for a while, but I wasn't sure that it was the most appropriate thing in the world, so I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie. While watching the movie, he would keep kissing me and he had his arm around me the whole time. And when the movie ended we went back to my room and kissed some more.

So then I told him that I didn't want to just hook up and stuff and then we talked for a bit. And he told me how he wasn't trying to have a girlfriend because it would involve time and money. But I told him not to worry about that. And he said that he was trying not to like anyone, but he said that right now it's not working. He said how he likes me...in fact he "really likes me." Then he asked me to be his girlfriend! Okay...so he more like said "do you want me to ask you out now or later? It doesn't matter to me as long as it's headed in that direction." I mean....of course I said now!!! But yeah...after he asked me we were both all smiles and we kissed some more. And then we got on my bed ***Don't worry...it was all INNOCENT!!! lol*** and just laid next to each other. Then there was a couple pecking kisses. And then of course..I just couldn't believe the whole thing. So I was just like..."so I'm really your girlfriend now?" And he thought about it for a bit and was like "yeah." So that really made my Saturday night :-)

And so we went out again on Wednesday after class to grab lunch and we were at that "health food place" this time lol. But it was great, we flirted for a bit as usual lol. Then he had to leave because apparently he had hurt his hamstring and had to go to physical therapy for it. So I was walking him over and he said that he would come and see me later. Then as I'm on the bus to go back to my dorm, I get this phone call and he asks where I am. That he had talked to the trainer and they would do therapy tomorrow and so he was free for the next 2-3 hours. So he drove over and what did we do the entire time? We kissed lol...it was so great. Yeah...my roommate was in the room this time, so we took over one of the study rooms and locked the door and were in there for 2 hours lol. Okay...so maybe we didn't kiss the ENTIRE time lol. But there was a decent amount of kissing going on.

But yeah...so I have about a week off for break right now, and guess who I'll be seeing? My boyfriend...he has family that live in my area so he was going to come by and see them. Just so happens that I live around them and it will all work out. I plan on spending all of Monday with him...so it should be good. Bad thing is, I can't tell my parents...for multiple reasons...yeah.

So umm...I plan on enjoying that one day that I will spend with him lol.

And about that other guy...well he said that he will stop showing interest in my friends. He e-mailed me to wish me a good spring break though. He really is a nice guy, we'll just see how this all goes.

Later!

Boys are Trouble O!

Today's post is all about guys...and how they are trouble. Okay, not ALL guys are trouble, but some indefinitely like to cause trouble.

I was with some friends at a discussion and they happened to see this guy who made a comment and they thought that he was sooo cute.
So I told them that I knew him and that I would introduce them to him if they wanted. So I introduced them to him, and they tried to get him to go to this party that night, I told him that he should go because my friends want him too.

So I'm talking to one of my friends today over lunch, and I hear that he went to the party and was dancing with one friend. And then that friend's ex-bf came and she had to hang with him so then he started dancing with my other friend. He even kissed that friend...but then later as they we were leaving he went back to the other girl and got her number. And then he even called her today. So now there's a little "friendly competition" going on between these two friends. But we all know how "friendly competition" between girls end up.



So yeah...I don't need any fighting between my group of friends for real...like that just would not be cool at all. And like I told them both to just leave him because he is a flirt, but they don't listen. They just see this cute guy (I mean...I have to agree that he is cute, I was quite taken aback by his good looks the first time that I met him) and that's it.

So I don't know if I did the right thing or not...but I e-mailed the guy today. I told him to either pick one friend or none at all (though I would prefer him not going after either). There is seriously something wrong with this situation..might I just add that he is a graduate student and we are undergraduates? Well, yeah, so that's the situation. Like I just told him that and I said that I still think he's a nice guy, but that I just don't want any fights going on with my friends and that I really care about their feelings. And that I just wanted him to take what I said into consideration.

I won't say anything to them after that, I mean they are grown ups and know how to act...but I just...I just really wish that they would watch this one. I don't know, we'll see how this develops.

But for a story about a guy that's not causing problems. Hmm...I'm on airs and so happy about my date. It went great...just amazing. We joked around a lot and it was just really relaxed...we seriously lost track of time just talking and then he walked me back to the bus stop. Haha...really romantic right?

Yeah, we went to the Mexican place and I got nachos even though my friends told me not too...but I'm addicted to those chicken nachos lol, can't do anything about that :). He has the most beautiful smile that I've ever seen...like it's sincere and just adorable. And sometimes when he would look down, all I could think was...this guy is just sooo beautiful. Like I could not believe that someone this beautiful and smart (he's studying engineering) and sweet and funny and sincere just totally amazing guy could exist. But he does...and I found him first lol.

Gosh he makes me smile lol. And I love sending him flirty text messages lol. Like yesterday I texted him and told him that I hope he had a good day even though I wasn't there to make him smile...nevermind I just did. That was what I said to him...and then today I called him. And we're going to go and see a performance together tomorrow!!! I hope it goes well...maybe I might even get a kiss lol.

Ohh I'm too excited, wish me luck.

Well anyways...like I promised here are two great mp3s that I really hope you enjoy.

Modenine- Cry

JJC & 419 Squad- Atide

Have a good weekend everyone...and wish me luck!

Crazy Week

So it's been a long time since I've blogged...well not so long time, a little over a week. Nothing much in particular happened over the week except my same friend who sent the flowers over Valentine's Day made it clear that apparently he was "falling in love with me." Which well...saddens me of course, because I've told him over and over again that we are just friends and I even told him that there is this other guy that I like.

Which speaking of the other guy...we have a:



Okay...so let me tell you about this guy. He is tall (6'4" to be exact). Adorable, sweet, toned/slightly built. He plays football so he has a good body. Let me clarify that....he plays American football lol. I always run into him at like dance parties, and like once we start dancing...we dance together the entire time....like around 1/2 - 1 hour...who knows because time flies when you're having fun.

Yep, for Wednesday...I am sooo excited. All I can think about is how I'm going to do my hair what I should wear...where to eat. I don't want to eat somewhere messy and end up embarrassing myself...because sometimes messy foods seem to have an affinity for my clothing lol. It's not a serious date, don't get any ideas lol...just going to grab lunch. There are some good places to get food around campus:

1.) There is this Mexican place..it's really chill. Dim lighting with neon colored lights (even in the daytime lol) and it's not formal, but there are little tables and booths around.

2.) Then there is this like "health food" kind of place. Has salads and wraps, really chill, favorite hang out spot on campus with lots of booths and long tables. Obviously...there are no cloths on these tables or the previous place mentioned. And brightly lit busy and bustling lol.

3.) We could always go to McDonalds...but I don't think that would be a good idea.

4.)And then there is a place that's like the Mexican place, but it's more like the other place with the healthy foods. So it's slightly dim with lots of colors, but serves salad, wraps and pasta. Almost like a Starbucks...but with food.

5.)And there is Subway.

So those are my options...I'm thinking Mexican. I just hope that I don't mess up my clothes. I'll be sure to say what exactly I chose to wear along with what happened. So wish me luck!!!

Saturday Night...quite a story. So I went to the Africa Night show that a local University had. It was a great show, from the stories to the clothing. OMG...the fashion that they had at the show was amazing.



That was actually not from the show itself...but it might as well be. All I know is, that now I have the guys number and where the place is located...and I have a credit card that I promise will the maxed out by the time I am done at his store lol.

But everything was perfect until it ended. You would not believe who I saw there...will not believe. I saw my ex-boyfriend!!!

Yes, I was shocked to say the least, I could not believe it. He came along with some of his cousins to see the show and to surprise me. Can you believe it...drove two hours to surprise me!!! At first, I was like.."hide me!!" to some of my friends. But he had seen me already so I went up to him and his family and said hi and things. And he gave me back my necklace (and to think my friends said that now I would not get it back). But I did. But I was really surprised to see him there.

But that kind of brings up a saddening aspect of what was our relationship. He drove two hours to see a show as well that went on for one night. And yet...though I had not seen him since December...he never drove down during how many months to see me. There were too many things wrong with the relationship...but whatever. I'm over it, I have a hot date on Wednesday, and I can't wait for it.

On another...completely unrelated note lol. Busola...do you have a blog or something? Lol...like I feel like responding to you on my own blog is kind of funny lol. But umm...no worries.

And I leave you here with one of my favorite Nigerian songs...Atide by JJC & the 419 Squad. I love this song...so look out for that mp3 in my next post if I don't forget. Hopefully....I should have Modenine's Cry as well. So until next time!