Xup. So today, I wanted you to know the kind of tea that's currently going on with me. So, i typed some pages from my diary here for y'all to see.
Of course, i'm not going to show the world the SUPER TEA that I write in my diary but this is acceptable.
So get reading! I know you want to. Who has never had (even the tiniest) urge to read someone else's diary?
11:15 am
I would say Good morning but really, is there anything good about the morning?
Happy new month, though.
I’m glad we’re in December. I’m glad I’m going to stop teaching at Orchard Gardens on Wednesday. I’m glad I don’t have to wake up at 5am and work straight till 3 and then get picked up by 5, only to get home at 6 and clean the house till 7:30, eat dinner at 8, wash the dishes and go off like a light switch at 9.
Then do it all over the next day because life can be such a repetitive bitch sometimes.
I’m not sad or angry. I’m not happy or elated either. I’m just, I don’t know, empty?
I’ve felt like this since yesterday afternoon. I don’t know, I just feel like there are somethings I should be doing right now but my mind can’t grasp on to what those things are and I can’t conjure any emotions
I’m just meh.
Some things have gone down for weeks and I haven’t even written in here.
Figures.
When you don’t even have time to do things like YouTube or blogging, where on earth do you get the time to write tea into your diary?
Mum says I’m going to school in January.
That’s right, I’m going to college.
I’M GOING TO COLLEGE!
Like, you’ll never understand how happy I am about it. After the whole UNILAG disaster (I didn’t get in), I’d practically lost hope. This is literally my fourth year of failure to enter college, for God’s sake!
I was already convincing myself that university is not important.
Then mum told me I’ll be going to ISCOM university in Cotonou. Turns out, she and ad know the heads there so I can get in.
I’m a little nervous about that. Cotonou isn’t in Nigeria. It’s outside Nigeria, on it’s border. They speak French there, so I have to brush up on my French before I leave.
The greatest upside is that mum and dad have decided not to listen to Grandpa’s opinion about me continuing as a science student and forgetting about the arts. They want me to do whatever is truly going to make me happy.
So yeah, I’m going to learn acting in College.
The thought just warms my heart on so many levels.
Also, DAD’S PAYING FOR THE SPECTRANET THIS AFTERNOON!
Can I get an amen to that?
I can actually fully do all my blog and online stuff without relying on my stupid mobile data now.
Somebody, shout halleluiah.
And I can edit my blog’s layout and theme properly. I couldn’t do that on my phone and I really want my blog to bring the best the world has to offer to my readers.
Okay, my mood just went from meh to elated.
But wait, back to ISCOM university.
Need to get a lot of stuff for college and don’t have the money yet. Hmm.
I Guess the next thing to do is Forex.
I‘m going to open a bank account right after my birthday, so yeah, that’s already underway.
Oh, and that reminds me, MY BIRTHDAY!
It’s on the 21st. i really wanted to do something special on my birthday, but I’m really broke. /sigh/
What do I do now?
I want to go to a studio and have photos taken but don’t know how much it costs.
I called a friend of mine, who’s a makeup artist and he said he’d do my makeup for 10 k.
Um, what?!
I Could go on Jumia right now and buy a complete makeup kit (with the brushes and everything) for 16 k and i‘d use it for MONTHS!
This nigga wants to paint my face for a few hours in a day and he wants 10 k.
At the end of the day, I’m going to wipe it all off and he said 10 k!
Yep, that ain’t happening.
Is that seriously how girls spend money to get their makeup done?
10 k to have their faces painted for only a few hours in a day?!
Wow. Just wow.
I’d rather donate it to an orphanage.
So yeah, no makeup artist for this gal. I’ll just stick with the basic beauty routine I’ve been using all this while.
But for my birthday, I also really wanted to but myself some things.
There was this super cute knuckle ring se I fell in love with and wanted to buy on Jumia. There was also a black (and red) turtleneck I wanted really bad. Oh, and I WANT A WHITE PAIR OF SNEAKERS.
Like, is this too much to ask for?
/sigh/
I guess I’ll have to ask mum and dad for money…. Or wait till I get my bank account and Forex thing going so I can buy it all myself.
Yeah, that’s probably it.
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