My peooooooooooooooples, it's been a very long minute since i gisted y'all on my daily dealings. A lot of things have been happening, but i've been too tied up with work to even think of posting on here. My people o, shock carried me, infact more than shock sef. I was jejely standing infront of a mirror and combing my hair on Friday night, when i noticed a strand of grey hair on my head. MO GBEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOO!!! Omo, fashie being polished and cultured and well mannered, i screamed out. Oginni, this is serious. For why? How old is me? (Hold ur horses, all u english people, i know it's gramatically incorrect). Anyway, was the grey hair a sign that i'm stressed out or that i'm wiser? I'd like to think it's the latter sha. Whatever jere, eyin haters, the grey hair is a sign of wisdom.
My presentation was a breeze, i wasn't even nervous or anything. I guess that's what happens when u know ur stuff inside out, practice a million times and are very well prepared. Geez!!! My weekend was a blast. Just time away from all the wahala was good enough for me. Did i mention that my friend, Miss T and I both presented our research findings? They even took our pix while we were doing our thing at the podium and it's going to the local newspaper again. I'm becoming too popular o, eyin paparazzis u need to back off now (lol). Oyinbo people cannot dance for shishi o. Kai! I know i can't dance to save my life seeing that i don't even move to the rhythm of the song when i dance, u may say i'm not in the best position to talk. Hear me out o, i can talk this one. T and I would've showed them how it's done, Jamo and Naija style, but we didn't want to mess up our reputation of being "proper and serious-minded" gals amongst our classmates and professors.
It was nice to see our professors loosen up a lil' bit. Drinking, dancing and even playing pool at the bar. Kesto, is really being persistent o. The guy calls me like three times every week. I think i'll just keep him in the "friend" basket for now. Oh, i bet y'all didn't know i had baskets labelled for each category of bobos that come my way (lol). That's the truth though. Oh, i've a new toaster o, let's call him HM (short for honey mustard), that's 'cos this dude with his "sweet" mouth, can yann u some sweet nothings. I tell u, my head's always expanding bythe time i'm done talking to him or chatting with him on IM. Infact, i'm blushing now sef as i type. As for OF, he is now history in my books. That's story for another day. I've deleted his numbers from my phone, took him off my IM's, but he's still my facebook friend though. That's story for another day sha, it deserves an entire blog entry sef, but when i process all the info, i'll get back to u guys ASAP. Some guys are just not worth the stress, infact no guy is worth the stress. To think i almost let myself go, ehn. Thank you Lord is all i can say. I'm tempted to call him sometimes, but thank God for controlling me. I still think about him sometimes o, i'm not even going to front on that one mehn. Anyway, we'll talk about him some other time.
That's it for now folks, stay tuned for the OF gist soon to come. Remain blessed people.
The Procrastinating Perfectionist
3 months ago