HOW I AM AT PRESENT

I'm finishing school in two months. Yippee! After that, I've made up my mind; Am eloping. Don't ask me with who. Am not even sure it ain't with what. Am tired of being here, possibly tired of being in this skin, this body. Am reading a book that's actually making me anxious to know what I'll be in my next life. The book assures me that I'll still be human because my ancestors did their homework, or something. I'm out of ideas on how to get over this infinite boredome. I need some blogger senga shizzie up in here.

On a more pleasant note, or not, I applied to PWC. That's price waterhouse coopers. They specialize in accounting. I can't do Maths to save my life but they assured me that as long as i want to be there, i can be there. So now, they have my form. Did I tell you about the form in question? Well, it was designed by an expert in discouragement. There's no circling or writing one sentence. Them, they like essays. So naturally, I lied for all I was worth in some cases. But am not looking at it as lieing. I was 'thinking outside the box'. Then they wanted all my marks from P2 onwards so that they can see if they are getting themselves a hidden genius. Am praying for them.

Excuse me while I go look for something to burn up. I'm idle .

More self help books and music that speaks to the soul

Hey, I know I should be reading deeper books but I chanced upon 'He's not that into you'. I couldn't help myself. I knew I knew it's contents but good lord, did it drive the points home for me. Ofcourse I steered away from some points, for example, ' He's not that into you if he isn't having sex with you.' Gosh!! Am glad he's not doing that. How can i fault him?

That little book had me pegged in one. All those excuses I make to prolong the torture were in there. I was kinda embarassed. but no more.

Anyway, the rest of my life is uneventful except, there's a certain Dj who likes me. It's crazy. He let me know he's intentions. I've never seen a brother who don't mince words like this one. Totally freaked me out. Then he just disappeared after I had fought my way through the dictionary in an effort to tell him to slow down.

Now, I thought it was all over till I tuned in last night. I couldn't sleep. So, I tune in and all the songs seem to be reminders of all the things he said. At first I thought I was just conjuring up images then this song came on. It's a swahili song about a girl called Rosa who is being difficult, refusing to hook up. This might not mean much to you but to me... See, he's part Kenyan and was convinced i was too for a while.

It was he was speaking to my soul. I swear, if I had had credit on my phone there and then, I might have done something typically me(called and said something like, "why didn't you say something earlier? Dop you know how long I've waited?")But reality kicked in with the absence of credit so no harm done.

So, i got unrelaxed, as apprehensive as hell and proceeded to have insomnia.But it made me laugh when the sun came up so he's okay in my book.