Infected With A Virus

Easy now! I am not the one with the viral infection; my dear computer is. This is the 2nd time too! As of this afternoon, it was infected with a virus called Trojan. How ironic is that? One would think that trojan would offer protection, and not compromise it! Well, that's life, I guess. Anyways, it's all been taken care of; everything on the computer had to be wiped off, so now I'm re-installing everything. I am really tired, not from the installing but just generally tired. I need 2 go 2 bed. Uju is here with me, and she has already fallen asleep on the couch; the poor gal can't get enough of me... but then again, who can?

B4 u ask, lemme tell you that I did not write my book today, but you can bet that I will do so tomorrow. I am still on page 49, so by the Grace of God, I will be on 60 (@ least) by friday. I don't wanna impost any huge thing on myself; I wanna start small... u know?

G'Nite Diary

This Life Of Mine...

Dear Diary,

Once again, I have noticed that the list of people who actually have my best interest in their heart is rapidly decreasing. I don't know what to think about it, or how to feel about it. I mean, should I be happy that I at least found out, or should I be sad about this gruesome discovery? Well, I have chosen to be happy about it.

What happens when all odds are against you? Or rather, when it seems like all odds are against you? I guess you have to become even! I am on the phone with m bestfriend, Sola right now, and I am sharing an intimate detail of my life with her, and as always, she is making me feel better. She has just reminded me that when God closes one door, he opens another. That much is true. The only problem is that I can't seem to find this alleged new door; okay, maybe I should not call the door "alleged"...as this might anger God.... or don't you think so?

Some days, like today, I wonder what love has to do with anything; I'm talking about romantic love, by the way. I know what love does; all it does it blind you from seeing things logically; it makes you a damn fool, and I do not now, nor ever wanna be anyone's fool. Seriously speaking, what the hell does love have to do with anything? Nothing!

Before I start sounding like a bitter old hag (which I am not!), I would like 2 change the subject: can you believe that I did not write my book all through this weekend? That's a damn shame, ain't it? Well, I would definitely do some writing today.... right after I finish my Literature assigment... and my Chemistry too... and watching Girlfriends... and watching Sex And The City... and..... oh hell! Chances are, I might not be able 2 write today, but let's hope for the best sha. Until then....

Chao Baby! (Ha-ha, I've alwayz wanted 2 say that)

Oh My (For Lack Of A Better Title)

Dear Diary,

I am ashamed to admit this, but I did not write my book yesterday, and neither did I today. But I have an excuse for today: I was cleaning (saturday cleaning) and after that I started my Literature assignment. It's due on monday, and I have three stories to read and answer questions on, but I have only completed one. Excuse for yesterday? Urh, it was Friday, and I was tired. Good enough? With all the time I had today, I'm supposed to be done with my assignment by now, but this spirit of procastination that dwelleth in me will not let me be. I am a lot better now than I was before though; I mean usually, I would start the assigment on the day it's due. Don't get it twisted; I don't do a shitty job...I just do it @ the last minute.

Sometimes I wish I could be one of those students that do their assignments days, months, or hell, even years before the due date, but please! let's face facts... I am 100% Ezimoran and history shows that we are not capable of doing things when they are not in the last minute, although I must point out that I am a lot better than my father (whom I miss very very much). You can check out my article, The Beauty Of African Time to understand me better.

Anyways, I'm cooking the water out of the tomato, so I can cook some stew with it. And I will be starting on the chicken soon too. Uju will be here anytime soon for our movie date. Before you go having any wild ideas... allow me to stop your wandering mind. We have a Nigerian movie (Women's Cot) to watch. I think it's pretty cool, and it's starring good actresses like Joke Silver, Onyeka Onwenu, and a whole bunch of other people.

G'Nite Diary!

This "Friend" Word Sef...

As I get older (not that I'm not old right now), I realize that things are not really the way they seem, or the way we may want them to be. For example, I am one that is always calling almost everyone my friend. However, lately I have noticed that the test of friendship has been coming up in my life a lotta times. I mean, expecting this "friend" to be there and help out, but this all of a sudden, you realize that this friend isn't such a friend. Anyways, it's all good. So now, I realize that my friends are truly numbered. A lot of people that I call friends are only gonna be there in good times when all is all good, but only a few will be there through the bad times too. Nawa o. I mean, this is something that we all know from the start, but we all usually like to think that all the friends we have are the very best of friends from the friends network, but my dear, not all that glitters is gold. Well, I am still writing my book, and I am currently on page 48. Wish me the very best of luck that I am able to complete this book by March 31st. Oh God, be on my side, please. Amen. Good nite dear diary. I wanna do some writing b4 I retire for the night.

Update....

I have not been on this site for a while... shame on me. I keep saying I will do it tomorrow, but when tomorrow comes, I don't do anything. Not to worry, all that is about to change; in fact, it has already changed. It may please you to know that I have already started writing my book again.... thank God! I need to finish this book as soon as possible. My intention was to finish it on/by the 28th of this month (Feb), but as of now, I know that will not really be possible. Right now, I'm on page 42, but by His Grace, I will finish it by the 31st of March 2006. That would mean it will take me 3 months to finish it (since I started on the 20th of Dec 2005). Just pray 4 me sha, cause I really wanna finish this book; by the way, the name is "Bottomless Pit".... well, that's the name for now. I guess you could say it's tentative, cause I might have to change it.... depending on what my publisher thinks. Oh, and in case you're wondering, no, I do not have a publisher... yet, but God will take care of that, so I have nothing to worry about.

Kold Sunday

I'm snowed in today, though yesterday I was outside under the harsh weather. It was pretty much a regular day except for the fact that I think I am coming down with a cold today; no scratcht that, I KNOW I am coming down with a cold. I've been sneezing and my throat has been itching; that's always how my cold starts. That's just great! I thought this is one winter that I would not have to go thru this, but lo and behold, I have been proven wrong. Oh well, I guess my only choice is to go to bed and wake up to a higher dimension of my damn cold. It's possible that I might have gotten it from being out in the snow for so long yesterday, but then again, Uju spent the night at my house, on my bed, right next to me (easy people... don't get any bright ideas). The point is that I just spoke 2 Uju and she's sneezing too, so I wonder who gave it to who. Well, @ this point, it doesn't even matter; we both have it. Anywayz, I've gat things 2 do (like drinking a hot cup of tea), so good nite diary. Have a wonderful nite.

Snowy Day

My grandma had her surgery yesterday (for the kidney stones) and it was successful (thank God for that miracle). Today, I had to watch my four yr old cousin (again!) because my grandma wasn't strong enough. Under the snow, I engaged in a 40 minute drive to school to buy a textbook, but I was stupid enough not to call first to make sure the bookstore was open. Anyways, by the time I got there, Toby had fallen asleep in the car, and I had to carry him for the long walk to the bookstore...under the snow! (just to realize that it was closed arrrggghhh). Anywayz, after that, we made a few more errands then we went home. Uju came over (against my will) and stayed the whole day. For whatever reason, Toby fell in love with her, and they chased each other like cat and mouse. Toby played so much that he cut his bog toe; I don't know when, how, or where he cut himself, but all I saw was a lot of blood on the comforter he was sitting on. I did a wonderful job at cleaning it off and applying pressure on it to stop the bleeding. My aunt (Toby's mom) soon came in with my other aunt to pick Toby out... so I had one less baby to take care of (i.e. Uju). It has been a long day, but I am glad it's over cause right now, I am ready to hit the sack (after cleaning up the kitchen, of course). I think things may be looking brighter for me, but I don't wanna get too excited just yet. I'm just gonna hope for the best and I believe God will come thru for me; he always do.

Lunch With The Gurls

Today, my bestfriend Sola dragged me to the mall to look for something great for her wonderful boyfriend, Frank (whom I consider my future bestfriend in-law) for Valentine. We tried ordering something online yesterday, but it was a total waste of my time, so today she dragged me to the mall due to my never failing romantic ideas....God, I'm good (if I do say so myself). Anyways, after shopping around for what seemed like forever, we finally got something great for Frank. After that, we met Funmi and Uju for a late lunch/early dinner at our favorite chinese restaurant. We ate and talked and talked and talked.... about Naija men and their inability to "act right". There were some white people there and from the way they were looking at us, you could tell they were not very pleased by our noise... or maybe our accents, or maybe both, but who cares? The food was great, and I had what I always have: beef fried rice, extra spicy, and no onions. That's what I always have. I have the same meal at the same restaurant. I don't eat it anywhere else and I don't eat it any other way. We talked about Valentine's Day and discussed our plans for the day, and so far, Sola is the only one who has plans with Frank. Funmi and Uju do not have any concrete plans yet, but I intend to do what I did last year: sleep (unless of course a miracle occurs). So my dear Diary, do you have plans for Valentine? Perhaps a date with another blog? Well, just lemme know ahead of time, okay? Good nite for now; I've got school tomorrow. Geez....Valentine sucks when...... well, you know.

Rugrats' Day

I went to bed @ 2am this morning because I had every plan of sleeping in. Come 6am, my mother woke me up and told me my grand ma had been rushed to the hospital and that I had to take care of the rugrats she was supposed to be babysitting. When I got to my grandma's house, my little cousin wasn't going to school, so I was stuck with three rugrats: my four yr old cousin, a one and half year old boy, and a 10 month old girl. Let's just say that I would definitely be thinking twice before having kids. Those kids wore me out so much that at a point, I just felt like crying. Seriously, I was close to tears. The 10 month old baby girl must have pulled out half of my hair. By the time I left, my hair was looking like Ayamatanga (the witch in that Naija movie). I'm finally home, and I am exhausted. To make it worse, I have to go to school tomorrow.... dammit! It's all good. I pray I would make it somehow sha. As 4 now, I wanna go clean up the kitchen before going to bed. If I go to bed without washing all the dishes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and continue. Anyways, I guess we'll be meeting again tomorrow, right? Bye diary. Have a wonderful nite. Hey, do you have any plans for Valentine? I don't have any yet. Who knows, I just might be receiving Roses from boo, but I'm gonna do myself a favor and not expect anything. That way, I would not be disappointed.

Naija Men & Romance

Every1 and their mama already know how much I admire Igbo men. Why? Because I hardly see/meet them. Igbo men (for me) are scarcer than 50 kobo koins, but when they become as rampant as 1000 naira notes, then I'll probably change my views about them. Shey you get? Anyways, my friend Funmie called me and told me about her Yoruba friend in Boston (let's call her miss Y) who is dating an Igbo guy. The story is that they had a fight (which was the girl's fault) and after that, they did not talk for three days. He (the Igbo boyfriend) took it upon himself to go to Miss Y's school with flowers. As if that's not enough, he blindfolded her and took her to a hotel with rose petals on the bed, on the floor, and in the bath tub. I don't need to tell you how the night ended. So you see, situations like this one leaves a girl (me) wondering nothing other than..... why the hell is he dating her and not me?! Haha. Ok seriously, it leaves me puzzled... or maybe shocked @ the fact that there is such a romantic Nigerian guy on this Planet Earth that I live on. I was starting to think that maybe I lost my residential space on Mars (where the rest of the men are). In my entire dash-dash years of life, I have NEVER met a Naija man as romantic as the one I just told you about. I love roses...or at least flowers in general, but in my entire life, I have received flowers twice... from the same person (and he wasn't even my boyfriend). Ain't that a shame? Damn skippy, it is! I'm definitely gonna have to write an article about this issue.

A Date @ ToysRus

Lesson learned: don't take a four year old to ToysRUs and expect not to come back with a throbbing headache. Ok, gat it! Today, I followed my mom to her sister's house to pick up her [sister's] son... AKA my cousin, Toby. We took him to ToysRUS to go buy him his birthday gift (his birthday was on Jan 14th...same as mine), but I did not plan for what I got. How was I supposed to know he would stop at every corner and want to take practically everything home? How was I supposed to know he would insist that Super Man appeared on everything? How was I supposed to know? Remind me to think twice before having kids. To top it off, he wanted everything from ice cream (though we are in the heart of the winter season), cheetos (some orange curly things), pop corn, candy, cookies, waffles (though he has a whole box @ home), wafers, and a whole buncha things that I cannot even remember. Bottom line: do NOT have kids until you are absolutely ready to. Forget what your husband thinks; you're the one who will carry the baby. Don't remind me of when my aunt went to Nigeria and left him in the care of me and my mom. He was only 11 months then. Let's just say that constantly pulling a child out of the cupboard isn't fun. Let's not forget about going down stairs and stepping on potatoes and onions cause he thought they were balls and fun to throw down stairs. Hmmmmm. I guess no matter how hard it is, it's still all worth it. But I maintain my stand sha: women, make sure you are absolutely ready to have kids before you do. If your husband can't wait, then let him get pregnant himself.

Good nite diary. Uju is spending the nite in my house today and she's here already. Gotta go watch that mischievious gal... u never know what mischief she has up her sleeves. Nite nite!

This Is Me Being Anal

I promised I would tell you some of the anal things I do (call them pet peeves if you like), so here goes...

• I wash meat till there is almost no blood. This is fine when I'm not in a hurry and I have all day (which is IMpossible), but not when I have a room full of hungry people. Let's just say I've been banned from washing meat when other people are involved.
• I hate it when people wash their hands in the kitchen sink... with dishes in it. Eww! I don't care if it's just a fork; take your dirty ass hands 2 the bathroom!
• I hate it when people move things and don't keep them back EXACTLY the way I left them
• I hate it when people chew with their mouths open
• All my clothes have to face one direction, and they ALL have to be organized in order of season... fall, winter, summer & fall.
• One spoon CANNOT go into two pots.... NEVER!
• Flossers are in! Any day, any time.
• There absolutely CANNOT be any hair on the floor, or in the sink or anywhere if it's not on ur body
• Soup plates are strictly for soup; not rice and definitely not fufu (Funmie, take note please)
• Short forks are strictly for salad
• Teaspoons are strictly for tea
• Chewing gum while talking to me on the phone is an absolute NO NO!
• Pulling my comforter or blanket off my bed is out of bounds
• Putting your ass on my pillow (the one I would put my head on) is damn crazy
• Coming into the house and heading straight for the fridge (without thoroughly washing your hands) is a crime that is punishable by me
• Speaking of washing hands, please use soap and do NOT wipe your hands on my towel. That's what the paper towel is for.
• Changing anything that belongs to me without my permission will result in me being bitch for a full 24 hours
• Eating and leaving reminants (like a grain of rice) on the floor or table is a questionable character (Funmie take note please)
• Eating and leaving the plate (with the chicken bones in it) on the cooker as if you have a maid to take care of it is also out of the question (Ibukun, please take note)

Naked Morning

Since this winter started, I have been obsessed with going to bed fully clothed; i mean t-shirt, sweat pants, sweat shirt and socks. In fact, I'm surprised I don't wear gloves to bed too... well, any day now. Anywayz, last night was no different; I mean with the clothing, but I woke up this morning without my clothes. Any1 have any idea how this may have happened? I know I went to bed fully clothed, but I don't know how or when my clothes came off. Don't get any bright ideas... I slept @ home alone. I woke up with my socks sha, so I guess all hope is not lost.

Since this winter started, I have been obsessed with wearing socks to bed. At first, I did it because it was cold, but now I do it because I feel like I have to. If I go 2 bed without my socks, I would wake up in the middle of the night and put them on. This behavior isn't much different from my regular life everyday. My friends think I'm an undiagnosed obsessive compulsive clean freak, but I think I'm just an anal occasionally-disorganized but neat woman being.....in a good way, if I do say so myself. I will be back to tell you more about my anal ways.

Good nite diary. Unlike you, I've gat skool 2morrow.

Borin' Ol' Day

Today was one of those days that was just lived. I woke up this morning and nothing different happened. It was just a regular day for me; I did all the regular things I usually do. Oh, remember the Yoruba guy that asked me out on saturday? Well, get this.... he's married! Yeap! Can you believe his nerves? Oooh! He should thank his lucky stars that I didn't give him my numbers cause if I had, hell woulda had to freeze over before he smiles again. Wat is wrong with these men? You see, this is one big problem I have with our Naija men: their inability to keep their stuff in their pants. Why would a married man be asking for my number? That's not right at all. I bet his innocent wife is somewhere declaring her eternal love for husband, while he's @ a party tryna get numbers. No be fine him fine sef. Ah! Anyhow sha, I'm getting my butt to bed right now. I will tell you more bout my life tomorrow. Have a good nite sleep. Sweet dreams diary. I'm out.

Crazy Friendz

You would not believe what Uju made me do today! Believe it or not but she actually called me and made me deliver the craziest message. I felt so stupid just delievering the message sef. Lemme tell you what my dear Uju did. Remember how I said she went for a party and gave some fine Igbo guy her number? Well, her stupid self realized what she did and deleted his number from her phone. How UNsmart! The problem was that he already had her number anyways. This evening foine-Igbo-guy called her while she was talking to her bf. On seeing the number, she immediately assumed it was some other guy who had been stressin her life back in the day, so she figures it's time 4 "bf-threat!". That is, she told her bf about the other guy so that he could handle the situation in a manly manner (if there is such a thing). The problem is that it wasn't the other guy who called; it was foine-Igbo-guy who called. Her yeye self later found out and told her bf not to call him anymore because she just realised it was someone else. When asked who it was, she said "some guy that wanted Vera to have his number yesterday but Vera's fone wasn't working so Vera stored it on my phone. The boy was just calling to ask of Vera." Arrrggghhhh!!!!!!! You know what this makes me? An accomplice. Yeap! To a bad bad thing. But wait it gets worse, she then called me and told me to call foine-igbo-guy and say "Uju said I should tell you that her bf may call you, and if he does, you should tell him that you were trying to reach Vera on my fone. And don't call me again so I don't get in trouble." Ok, does any1 else think this is completely crazy? Anywayz, I called the guy and of course I had to repeat myself several times because he kept saying "what? huh?". 20 minutes after I delivered the message, she called me back and said "never mind, don't tell him about my bf, but tell him not 2 call me." Arrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not happening! Of course, I told her she had lost her damn mind! Mehhhnnn, the things I go thru with my friends. A few minutes ago, I called Funmie to tell her about something that was bothering me and guess what she did? She fell asleep & started snoring. I've got a lot of stories to tell my children when they grow up... or should I say when they are born... or should I say when they are conceived.... or should I say when I @ least get married. Well, you get my point... I hope. Gnite dear diary. I'll be back 2morrow 4 more.

Freaky Baby Shower

Since it's past 12am, I guess what I'm about to write is about yesterday (saturday) but it feels like it's still yesterday cause I have not slept though it's already tomorrow or 2day rather (sunday). Anywayz, my really good friend, Funmie planned a surprise baby shower for a friend's girlfriend. Due 2 my sense of creativity (blushing right now), I was assigned 2 take care of the games. I did a wonderful job, if I have 2 say so myself. Every1 had fun; we all enjoyed the party. I believe the whole thing was over @ about 9pm, after which I was ready 2 get my butt home, but I was immediately queried.
My friend (the father-to-be) said "Vera, why are you leaving so soon? The party is just starting."
Of course I was dumbfounded cause I thought the party was over. Apparently there was an after party. Until today (or yesterday), I had never heard of a baby-shower after party. In about 30 mins time, people were trooping in from left & right. The baby shower that was originally almost all women became rapidly filled with men. I was not ready 2 party; I was not dressed up for a party. I mean, I could pass for going for a party, but then I was wearing repeat-clothes. That is one cardinal rule of parties... u do not under any circumstance repeat clothes. Damn! I was screwed. I stayed for two more hours and I have to admit that was the freakiest baby shower I had ever attended; fun, but freaky. I danced... mostly by myself because lately I have not been in the mood 2 dance with any1. We danced to a lil bit of everything.... Lagbaja, Sean Paul, D4L (Laffy Taffy), P-Square, Wyclef (Your Love), 50 Cent (Just a Lil Bit), 2Face, and a host of others. The DJ did a wonderful job. I even danced to a nasty Yoruba song. Apparently, the guy in the song was saying "I will eat it if it's clean"... oh well! Too late now! That's what I get for not being able 2 speak Yoruba & yet have a majority of Yoruba friends. Needless 2 say, the song was fast paced and I loved its beat. At about 11pm, Uju and I were ready to get to steppin'. As soon as we gat in2 the car, two guys followed. It was like a planned act. One of them went to Uju @ the driver's side. It was good for her, I guess since he was Igbo and she had told me earlier that he was fine. The Yoruba one came to my side and said
"Hi, I'm [witheld] and you are...?"
I said, "Vera" as I shook his aggressively approaching hand.
He said, "You know you are looking very beautiful." (Please! Like that line still works!).
So I (in my infinite composure) said, "Thanx. You don't look bad yourself"
He then took it a step further and said "So Vera, can I have your number? I would really love to get to know a beautiful girl like you" (Please! You gotta be kidding me!)
I said to him firmly, "No, I'm sorry I can't."
"Why not?" He inquired.
"I'm in a committed relationship and I don't wanna cause any friction."
He then said what I was thinking he would say, "I just want us to be friends." (Brotha please! You must think I was born yesterday).

....meanwhile, Uju & foine-Igbo-boy were exchanging numbers. Uju had finished giving him the digits before she said, "Oh! And I have a boyfriend" (which she just remember because she heard me saying I was in a committed relationship) Now, that was funny. Foine-Igbo-boy didn't believe her of course; he thought she was lying. Yoruba-boy-at-my-side thought that maybe I was lying too. I told him I wasn't. Needless to say, "I have a boyfriend" and "I'm in a committed relationship" will alwayz be the slogan regardless of my marital status. Finally Yoruba-boy-at-my-side gave up and left...reluctantly.

As soon as foine-Igbo-boy left Uju's side, she regretted giving him her number. She said "why? Vera why? Why did I give him my number now? Oh God, I will be in so much trouble. He (her boyfriend) will find out and kill me. Oh God, what will I say?" As a good friend, I said "I don't know! Don't ask me. Tell him anything as long as my name is not mentioned in it. As far as I'm concerned, I was not here when this transaction took place."

Why do we women do the things we do? We know it's wrong, but we still do it. A few months ago, I made the same mistake Uju just made. I don't know why I did it. I knew it was wrong, but I still did it. I had no intention of calling him, but I still did it. When he called me, I told him I'll call him back and from then on, I just screened his calls. Was that really necessary? I coulda just said "no, I'm in a committed relationship", but my dumb self had to give him my number. Mm mm mm. Not anymore. I refuse to be caught in the same web twice. It goes without saying that giving him my number put me in a lotta trouble, so I have since learnt my lesson.

For one thing, men never 'just want to be friends'. I mean, sometimes they do, but if they are coming up to you and asking for your number (especially at a party after they have seen you shake what your mama gave you), then they are definitely not looking to be 'just friends'. Lesson learnt: men are dogs........ led on by bitches (us).

Good nite, diary. I'm exhausted.

2Face my boo

Today, I went to see Big Momma's House II with my very close friend, Uju. I was really excited about it because I had seen the preview several times and knowing Martin Lawrence, I knew I would not be disappointed. Indeed, I wasn't. Anywayz, here's where 2Face comes in. We were watching the preview of a new movie called Phat Girls (due in February) & staring Monique. Next thing I heard playing was 2Face's African Queen! Oh my God! I was thrilled. Uju & I were squealing out of joy.... the only ones squealing, might I add. To every1 else, it was just a song (or maybe there were other Nigerians there, but they just didn't feel the need to be so hyper). Here's the link to watch the preview of the movie. I love 2Face; I think he is one of the most talented singers we have, and I am really happy that God has Blessed him so. Hearing 2Face's song in a yankee movie made me feel like no dream is too big to be dreamt. It made me believe that my dream of becoming a national best-selling author in america & beyond is definitely not too big 2 accomplish. It just gave me a very big boost of confidence (which @ this point is highly needed). Anywayz, 2 make the movie better, Monique's movie boyfriend's name is Tunde. Come on y'll, I have to agree with my Pastor, 2006 is definitely the year of the future. A better future 2 be more specific. Oh! And you know I'll definitely be going to see this movie. I might be back with more about my day.

True Confessions

• Lately, my mind has been preoccupied with owning a huge German Shepherd dog
• I hate school
• I need a job.... quick
• Right now, I am feeling extremely uncomfortable
• I don't understand some people; I just don't.
• I should be working on my book, but I don't feel up to it @ all
• I'm in a pissed-off mood.
• I need my father
• I feel compromised
• There's something wrong with us (women); we always want what we can't have (not that I can't have the German Sheperd dog; I can and I will... just a matter of time)
• Being appreciated is not a bad feeling @ all.
• I've been undermined and I feel somewhere between hurt and enraged, and I hate feeling this way. It's very bad 4 business. It's a contract waver, a deal breaker...and it's very punishable by the heart.
• Being undermined & demoralized over and over by someone you care about really takes a toll on one's emotions; mine, that is.
• I think I'm the new MizUnderstood. Maybe I have too many phonetics in my English or something (but I doubt it), cause somehow I say 'A' and people hear 'B'. I feel like I'm in Germany speaking Swahili with a Chinese accent.

Feelin a Bit Crappy

As much as I don't wanna be nasty, I can't help it, but I will try. So I woke up today to realize my monthly visitor was around....unexpectedly. Well, I knew from my calendar that she was scheduled to be here today, but she usually comes a day or two after the day I expect her to. So this time, I'm like "what da hell? She won't be here till tomorrow or next." Wrong! Soon as I realised what happened, I just said to myself, "what a day; what a damn day!". I am very irritable right now and will be irritable tomorrow too, but probably not next tomorrow (unless something else pisses me off), but I have been tryin' not to snap at any1 without any plausible reason. I'm supposed to be working on my book, but I am too pissed to do so. If I attempt doing so, I just might make my character bitchy (like I am feeling on the inside right now). I'm so pissed that I can't even think of anything I could do to make myself feel a lil' better. Usually, I'll be talkin' to some1, but today is not the day. The weather today was rather harsh.... wicked, might I add. When I went out, it only took a few minutes b4 it felt like my veins had frozen. Well, that's the highlight of my day. I live a pretty boring life.... don't you think? Mehn, I know I shouldn't be eating this late, but I am starvin like marvin right now. Wish I ate something earlier, but then I was too pissed to do so. Oh well, that beef noodle is looking mighty good right about now..... :)

Enter Vera

Today, I was goin thru a bunch of different emotions.... happy, sad, angry, hurt..... and I was really wishing I could write them down, but I was in no mood 2 write...with my hand, that is. So here I am welcoming myself into my blog. And b4 u get it twisted, lemme just say that I am not bipolar in any shape or form... neither do I have mood swings. I have never been and I'm not now on drugs and I am not on any meds either. Oh, and I'm neither goin thru withdrawal for alcohol nor nicotine. Ok, now that I've broken the ice (I hope), lemme go ahead and say that this is just me introducing and welcoming myself... wait, I said that already. Anywayz, I will be back @ a more appropriate time 2 continue writing