Sweet Home Chicago

Okay,

As we all know, I hate the Midwest and long to go to a big city.

I AM GOING TO CHICAGO!!!!!!!

Hopefully

See, there is a musical I absolutely love, Fiddler on the roof. All my fellow musical lovers can testify to that, right? It's set in a Jewish town about this Jew who is quite poor (That's how we know it's fictional, poor Jews don't exist :p) and how he tries to get by and get his daughters married and such. Point is, the main guy in it, Topol is going to be in it. And me and my friends being the musical lovers that we are, are going to see it. Chicago is so beautiful especially at night.

I was there a few weeks back. I walked around the city, I ate at this fabulous pizza place, I went to Navy Pier, I should have gone to the Sears building. But I had my camera or Lisa's camera and took tons of pictures. I love Illinois. I even met up with old friends and such. It was so much fun.

I went to the art gallery, which is a horrible place to go if you're single. As in, the amount of couples were too funny. Note to self, galleries are never good for the first date. As in, NO. There was one guy fooling himself that he was an artistic mind in front of the babe he paid for. As in, too funny. Poor guy, he aint getting lucky anytime soon. I did the whole "Ferris Beuler Day Off" thing except the Ferrari and the parade. (I missed the parade, it was the next day.)I mean, who doesn't want to get on a float and sing your heart out and get some black people automatically start doing the Thriller.

So, in my heart, I'm a true Chicago girl until I find the city of my dreams.

By the way gist, I can almost swear to God that I saw MF, Mrs Morakinyo Fashipe or whatever her name is at Navy Pier. If not, it was her twin sister. But the same hair and same long skirt look. OIS people that were running from MF, the woman is coming to teach at one of your colleges.Navy Pier was a fun experience. I wanna go back.

Sweet home, Chicago

Kiloshele,

Akonfused Gal

Kiloshele?

I love to write.

I will not deny that I'm kinda a drama queen.

But so?

Down to the main gist.

Oya, see me see qualms. For some strange fucked up reason, I wound up in SD. The fucking MidWest. That means; instead of clubs, we have bars; instead of parties we have rodeos; instead of emo we have country; instead of black people, we have Hispanics and Native Americans; you sha gets my flow. Infact, I'm the only Nigerian at my school. My first FML moment. But it's a nerd college and I have amazing friends and an amazing boyfriend, so I'm cool. Unfortunately, he is out of town, so I'm alone this summer, taking summer courses and doing some mischief.

Sha, today I had a Physics exam that I scanned (hyper-reading mode aka cramming) for. It was at 10am and at 9:50, I was still at home which is a 10 minute bike ride from school. (Another FML right there). See me hustling to jam the place in time. I'm on the highway biking, when I feel a lot of breeze on my chest and I'm wondering why. I look down and my shirt is halfway unbuttoned. (FML) I had to stop, button up and get to school. Sha, the test was okay and all. Biking back home, my shirt got unbuttoned all the way down as I biked by the football team. (FML) I sha buttoned up. It was a nice day, so I went for a bike ride only for me to get attacked by a pup. I almost had an accident. (FML). On my way back, this pup still attacked me. (FML)

But a text from my baby chased all the blues away.

Notice how many FMLs there are and it's just 12:14pm. Hmmm. Na Jazz O. (Aha, it's Don Jazzy again). I need to make up for the lack of sleep. Hope my boo calls me later. Wonder what a black girl can do in Rapid City.

Kiloshele,

Akonfused.