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.
