Hasta la vista

Last day of 2009. Yeah baby!!! Thank u God for bringing me this far. I am truly blessed to have all my loved ones still with me. For those we lost, Samson, Okello..... i know u r guys resting with God. You r missed.

2009: It sure went by really fast. I got admitted to my school last year, so the early part of this year was me overly eager to start med school. If only i KNEW!!!! I love life, it's so full of irony. Tensions were home were high, August couldn't come soon enough. Well, August came, and i wished i could turned back the clock on multiple occasions.

I have found adjusting to med school to be tough, but i wouldn't trade it for the world cos ultimately i am living my dream. Soon, i will get to do what i always wanted. I might not be as idealist as i am right now, but i hope and pray i would love my job. Right now, i think i would.

With the end of 2009, comes a desire to do things differently. It has finally sunk in that i am a young lady (y can't i say woman?), and i have decided to leave my borderline tomboyish ways. We might want to try on a few skirts and high heels this new year. Some mascara and lip stick wouldn't hurt (occasionally).

Stuff that happened in 2005 altered the course of my life. Finally, it is no longer a part of my life and is now becoming a thing of the past. I am ready to get myself back. I am in the process of losing all the weight i gained since 2005, my mental health has never been better. There are areas in my life that still need improvement. Need to work on handling stress, esp pple stress better.

Got a new niece. She has made this break enjoyable.

Thank u God for being my rock through this adjustment period. I know the best is yet to come. C u guys in 2010

Title?

Something happened yesterday, very trivial (ok, maybe not so trivial, fucking bastard!) but it made miss having friends. I miss the life i would have had if i has stayed in Nigeria. I miss my friends in Nigeria. How did i go 7 yrs without developing any real friends? All the pple i have been close to in this country have been on the phone.

Thinking of a couple of pple i sent texts messages to lately that didn't bother responding. You guys remember the chic i was supposed to meet up when i came home, sent her a text and she didn't respond. Maybe i sent it to a wrong number, we would never know. I hate being ignored, although i ignore pple (sometimes). Hmmm.... karma, anyone?

Not happy. Going to keep listening to music and maybe fall asleep and wake up tomorrow. Seeing how it's just 10 am, that might be a tall order, but i can hope, can't i?

I don't like u pple

Merry Christmas everyone. Hope u have a fun filled, safe day today. Jesus is the reason for the season (that reminds me, I should pray).

So y don't i like you pple? Who are these pple i don't like, sef? Married pple and Mothers. Yes, i said it. I'm wide awake at 5 am, don't feel like reading a novel, or watching TV, so my mind is wandering. I've been home since Friday and i have pretty much been helping with my 4 month old niece (who is gorgeousness personified, btw). That shit is HARD!!!! The little munchkin controls 3 grown women. She pretty much held me hostage for over 4 hours yesterday. She's tired, but refuses to sleep. You can see her fighting sleep, Ms. Restless, Drama queen in training. She finally sleeps, i hold her for an extra 30 mins, 15 mins more than the advised time to hold her after she sleeps, just to be on the safe side. As soon as i slowly, gently lay her down, her face scrunches up and she starts her tearless cry. Pick her up and she's perfectly calm and peaceful in less than a second.

In case u can't tell, i have no experience with babies. This is all new to me. The last time i was around a baby was in 1999, and that was my neighbor's baby. How come pple don't tell u how hard it is. You just hear about the glamorous, picture perfect side of motherhood. XYZ just had a baby, u see the pictures on Facebook (awwwwwwwwwwww), full stop. No feedback. No, i haven't had any sleep in 3 days or whatever. I have witnessed my sister not have any sleep for close to 24 hours.

Same thing goes to the married folks, or should i say the newly married folks i see on facebook. I am being bombarded left and right by classmates getting married. At least 6 pple i know have gotten married this december, one more is getting married tomorrow. Nobody comes back to give feedback. You see the lovely dress, and all that good stuff and if ur head is not in the right place u don't remember that life continues after the wedding day.

As a single, childless, bachelorette, all i ask for is some feedback. Is that too much to ask on this rainy Christmas day somewhere in Atlanta?

I like White women

What do i say to someone who straight up tells me, if he's given the choice between a black woman and a white woman, he would pick the white woman without thinking twice? He just relocated from naija to Canada and @ 28 he thinks he'll be able to change his accent. When i asked him why he would want to do that, he's response was that it was personal. He said when he was 6, he told his mom he was going to marry a white woman, they were looking at him like he was crazy. When he got older he brought home a white girlfriend, everyone was like wow (i rolled my eyes at that one). According to him, he and his best friend bonded cos they liked the same thing, case in point, white women, now his best friend is married to a white woman with two kids.

There's all sorts of things wrong with his way of thinking and i am not articulate enough to get into an argument with him. I really wished i could have sic'ed Sugabelly on him. It's so clear even though he would never admit it that he thinks white is BETTER. You should have seen his face when he said he brought home a white girlfriend (she's actually mixed: German/Nigerian), it was like he accomplished something major. I don't even know where to start with him. I feel like i would be fighting a losing battle. What am i going to tell him that could possibly change his attitude.

All this started when i said pple who talk with a fake accent are not being real. I wasn't even talking about him, but because part of his agenda when he moved to Canada less than a month ago was to change the way he speaks, he took it really personal. I really don't know how he thinks he's going to change his accent @ the age of 28. I've been here for 7yrs and pple still say, "I hear a slight accent, where's it from?. I met this dude on the plane last friday, first question out his mouth was "Where are u from?'". It's my opinion that, If u come here after a certain age, u r really never able to lose ur accent completely. Best case scenario (for pple trying to lose their accent), u would have an indeterminate accent, like this Neurologist we had as a guest lecturer, She had the cutest accent, but no one could place it. Anyway, i just think this dude is wrong on so many levels and i don't know where to start with him.

Do i start from his ignorance or unconscious self hate? I don't think there's anything wrong with interracial dating, but i think there's something wrong when someone thinks one is better than the other.

Here's a good one, he thinks coming here gives him the certificate to speak with an american/canadian accent, cos when he would speak like that in Naija, pple would complain or tease him and tell him to stop forming. I have just been warned not to use the word forming with him cos he hates that word. Na wa!

Sting Update 101

Been home since Friday. It's been great. My newest niece is so pweety...... she's got our good genes ;). I've been enjoying baby duty. Changed my first diaper today even though i refused to clean the poop first, and i screamed one time when i was checking her diaper to c if she had pooped, stuck my hand in the diaper and touched poop. My sister and mom came running cos they thot something had happened to the baby, I had to apologize.

Final grades come out next week. We all pretty much know how we did. Hmm.... i wish i could give u guys the details of what was going on with me last semester. God is faithful. Right now, i'm one point away from passing one class. I emailed the professor to c if there might be a curve and i was told no. I already knew that cos it is clearly stated in the syllabus. I am literally one point and 0.7% away from passing. I am trusting God that they will give it to me. I'm praying and believing in God cos i know he's faithful. Pls, send a little prayer for me, or if u can't be bothered to pray, think positive thoughts. I need a miracle.

I'm happy though. That's a good thing. I intend to stay that way.

Sad day

So sad............. just heard my brother's friend died in an accident on Saturday on his way home to Atlanta from school. He was a P2 in pharmacy school. I didn't know him that well personally but i knew enough about him cos he's name was always mentioned in the house (in comparison with my brother) and my mom liked him a lot. She actually called and told me about it. So sad. My heart is heavy.

RIP Okello!!

Dear Neighbors,

I don't have a problem with u guys getting it on multiple times a day, at odd times of the day for that matter. All i ask is that you get a sturdy bed. I don't want to know when u have a quickie, or when u take ur time to do whatever. I'm trying to study here, and a vibrating apartment is not very conducive to that, esp when i have to sit through it for 30 mins at a time. Una no dey tire? Na wa o! Must it be everyday? Why r u pple not at work @ 11 in the morning?

Sting.

P.S I did feel slightly bad for like a second after i pounded the ceiling with my broom. I know i cut short ur pleasurable activity. Sowwy, i really really needed to study.

Tiger Woods Vs Santa

Here's my current FB status

What's the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods? Santa stops at three ho's.


I'll be your Mrs. W, Banky!

Tough and Rough

• I forgot myself for a minute there.
• I deal with my own shit myself.
• Never complain to pple
• That's what this blog is for
• Depending on someone to make u feel better = Recipe for disaster
• Really, really, most pple don't give a shit about ur problems.
• They have their own crap to deal with
• Everyone loves someone who is so into them and has time to listen to their issues.
• Most pple don't care to be that for someone else
• At least not constantly
• I really forgot myself for a minute there.
  
• I cry to no one.
  
• My weakness and vulnerability are for my eyes and ears only
• Encourage u to encourage me?
  
• Help me out here......... ???
  
• I'm reaching
  
• You r right, i really don't know the half of what i'm doing.
  
• I've decided to stop being ignorant.
  

Relationship advice

I think i need to go back to my unspoken rule of not talking to friends about my relationship issues. It gets awkward when u don't do as they advised. Mind u this friend never takes my advice also. Still, it's awkward, person don dey old pass something.

So do u guys have rules about stuff like that? What works? I guess it depends on the friend though.

Ah mehn!

• I feel like crap.
• Head's aching,
• Teeth's aching
• Afternoon battles with sleep.
• 10 mins -> 30 mins -> 1 hour naps.
• Diet mountain dew; Monster energy drink; Lipton black tea
  
• List of things to study
  
• Cross stuff out
• Keeps growing; seems never ending
  
• Sleep on the carpet. Bed's too comfy.
• I need comfort, something soft.
• I need a hug.
• Miss my boo boo.
• Finals are next week.
• Wish me luck.
• I'll be home on the 18th
  
• :)

Snow

It started snowing here today. This should be interesting. I guess i can't pretend i'm in Atlanta anymore. I don't know whether to be scared, or hole myself up in this house. I knooowwww. I can be a chicken, but i've never driven in the snow b4. I've lived my life in Nigeria -> Georgia -> now here, this place that is synonymous with cold. I really don't mind cos i know i'll eventually adapt. It's just the fear of the unknown. I have to go get snow appropriate foot wear, wouldn't want to be landing on my ass whenever i venture out of my lair.

For those of u who live where it snows, what are the best kind of shoes to get?

2010

I can't believe i am excited for the new year. I'm already thinking of new year resolutions and stuff like that and i haven't made a new year resolution in yearsssss!!! I just know 2010 is going to be an awesome year for me. I feel it in my old and tired bones :)

I'm excited though. First semester of medical school is about to be over. 3.5 more years to go. Time flies, so i know 2013 is going to be here in a jiffy. Anyway, i'm off to study.

Oh by the way, all those pple who were arguing with me about Tiger Woods, who's laughing now!! He's wife was trying to save him by breaking the window with a golf club, yeah fucking right! She was trying to wallop the shit out of him. Men sef sha! Una tire me. Y do some of u have to cheat, y? Y? Y? how hard is it to be with one person.. Eh? God save me from marrying a cheating man.

Love in Tokyo

I have told many things, paid plenty plenty compliments by guys but no one has ever told me i was a blessing. Awwwwww........ Omo u don make me fall in love ooooooooooo!!!!!

A good woman

Kai.... i saw something on FB today that just touched my heart. A husband singing the praises on his wife on her birthday and it is so evident it was a heartfelt message. Made me wish for a good marriage, husband, family, life. I just had to share it. I have removed all names and stuff like that. No be me write am o. All credit goes to the loving husband.

My Dear Wife, it pleases my heart and that of our kid's to congratulate and felicitate with you on the attainment of yet another milestone in your historic, eventful and blessed course of life you have lived so far, first as a daughter to the XXXXXX family and now as a wife and prosperous mother in the XXXXX family. Your birthday today is an opportunity to say thank you for your uprightness, dedication and commitment as a loving, caring and dutiful mother and wife. Today , (Kids) and I salute you . We stand in a ceremonial guard of honor in your name today. My Celestial and Soul's Idol, pearl of pure womanhood, personification of humility, definition of patience, my Amazing Grace, you have been my proverbial rock of Gibraltar, since (wedding date) when we walked down the aisle, you haven’t for a moment given me cause to look back and regret, rather you have been an avalanche of joy, my talisman and genie.

Your Virtue of Tolerance,patience,steadfastness,maturity,faithfulness,contentment and above all your belief in God Almighty as been the bedrock and success of our marriage. You have personified truth in all you do and brought forth kids as glowing as diamond. You have proven to be worthy to be called a Star in your chosen profession as a (profession) and your duties as a wife and mother. I am blessed to have a wife like you and My kids are honored and blessed to have you as a mother, guardian and friend.

At a time like this when I am engaged in a constant move for full capital restoration, you have held forth the home front and kept my back. God bless you. Happy Birth Day woman of substance. Happy Birthday woman of my dream. Happy birthday (her name). May this your milestone Birthday bring along with it, all that you desire,may you continue to prosper and may God in His infinite mercy guide and protect you. GOD BLESS (HER NAME) OUR MUMMY AND QUEEN, SEND HER VICTORIOUS ,HAPPY AND GLORIOUS ,LONG TO MUMMY OVER US, GOD BLESS (HER NAME).

How sweet is this? I want my husband to say such things about me and really mean it. I'm sorry if u guys don't see what i see, but i loved this.

Happy Sunday

I'm so Nigerian! LOL... Only a Nigerian would say Happy Sunday. One of my professors told me this past Tuesday that i don't sound like a Nigerian. See me trying to argue (anyway, i don't blame him. He should hear me speaking pidgin english b4 he says that nonsense). He was like, u lost the English accent most Nigerians i know speak with? Huh?!!! Nigerian speaks with an English accent or Nigerians pronounce some words like the English? I no come know again o! I don't believe an average Nigerian has an English accent. I was listening to someone, whom i could have sworn had connection to the UK, maybe she lived there for a while b4 coming here or whatever. Anyhoo, her explanation for her "English" accent was that she was Nigerian and we were colonized by the British. Oturu!!!! Verdict: Fail! Fake accent!!!! Especially since she has been living in the States for a while.

Abi, am i not Nigerian again? Was i not raised there? I should know how my pple sound, even the tush, ajebutter ones na. We don't have an English accent, we might pronounce and spell words like the British, but we don't speak with an English accent, whether we were colonized by the British or not!!!!! We speak with a Nigerian accent! I am open to correction o! Maybe i have been away too long and no longer remember how my pple speak, but i highly doubt that is the case. Me, i open my mouth and whatever comes out, however it comes out, that's what u get o! I don't even think about how i sound anymore. Used to when i first moved here cos it seemed like no one could understand me. All i got after i spoke was, huh?! Huh? Huh, urself. Fool!

Anyway, my holiday is officially over. Time to stop sleeping six hours a night like someone who doesn't have problems. Well, i don't have problems cos God is in control, but sleep time is over sha. Finals are in three weeks, so we only have this week, and next week is the week b4 finals. I hate the week before any exams, so stressful. I don sleep all my sleep until Dec 17th cos i have great plans for Biochem, Anatomy and Devo.

I have my Medical Interviewing exam next week. I'm not worried about that one. Ask open ended question, listen, show empathy, abi? Ok, i'm ready for them. Anyhoo, in the spirit of it being Sunday, i thought i should share a few sites i like. My friend in Naija was very happy when i gave him the music site, so i guess some of u might like them .

Music: Gidilounge. Naija music, it's free and updated regularly.
Naija tee shirts, sweat shirts and all that good stuff: Cafepress/naijatees . I really like this site. I got two hoodies from there (separate times). I ordered a large (size) one time and I felt it was too big, so i asked about exchanging it. They told me not to worry and sent me a Medium FOC. I gave my sister the other one.
TV : Television without pity . I used to go to the forums on candid reality TV a lot because i like reading what pple have to say about the shows i watch. These pple can be vicious. They had to close the "Jon and Kate" thread cos of the viciousness, but i love reading those stuff. I don't go there as much cos i hardly watch TV these days.

I am traumatized

and deeply disturbed. I also need to stop typing on my computer with dirty fingers, but that's another issue. Went to dinner yesterday and someone took a picture of me, which i saw on facebook. Oh my dear, merciful God. I am FAT!!!!! No joke. I was 158lbs last friday, yesterday morning i was 163lb and i was wondering how or why that happened. Apparently i gained the 5lbs all on my face. Needless to say, i untagged myself from those pictures, sharp sharp.

I am seriously bothered by this whole weight thing. I don't want to join the masses of Americans who are struggling with weight, i just want it to be over. Anything over 150lbs makes me officially overweight and i have been struggling with 163lb since April this year. I've had someone make a comment on facebook "Madam na u be this, u still fine but u need to lose weight". A couple of days ago, my friend was talking about the picture i put up yesterday (it's my facebook profile picture. I took it last week after i had been up all night studying and needed to cheer myself up). He was like, what do u do besides studying? I said nothing, just study. He said, well, u need to start working out cos u r chubby. When i wasn't talking to him after that, he said "Are u mad cos i said u r chubby? It's the truth now, but u know i still love u anyway". God, i don suffer sha!

I feel like not just eating anymore. I can't even do that cos i know it's a stupid idea and secondly my Gastritis won't let me. I am frustrated o! Frustrated!

On to other non related news - SSD is giving away Egg-Larva-Pupa-Woman by Ogo Ogbata. I must win something for once in my life o!

I'm going to take my early evening nap. I have a headache. I don tire for Biochem but activated oxygen, i must finish u today.

First black disney princess

From Sting to You : Happy Thanksgiving

Don't say i never did anything for u guys. You get to c STING. It's a one day special, so enjoy. Instead of Black Friday, u get ermmmmm...... Green Thursday :)

If u know me...... sshhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have put back all my old posts and will be de-mommytizing my blog over the christmas break. I have to blog to stay sane. I'm a blogger, God dammit!

I thank God for God. He has kept me sane, and strong and able.
I am thankful for the support of family
I am thankful for my patron saint of smiles ;)
Most of all, i am thankful that i get to live my dream. I might bitch and moan, and kick and scream but at the end of the day, when all is said and done, I am right where i want to be, Medical School.

Female friends

I really would like female friends that are around my age and live in the same place i do. Lived in GA for 7yrs, left with not ONE single close female friend. I admit i withdrew and didn't want to make friends after what happened in 2005, but i want friends now. People always assume i have girlfriends esp guys and it makes me feel bad cos i don't. I don't want a whole posse, but one or two would be nice.

So my friend in naija introduced me to this girl in GA cos he thot i was still there. Come to find out she went to my alma mater and worked in the same building in school as i did. She looks so familiar (facebook pictures). We tentatively said we would meet up when i come home for Christmas. I would like to but have no idea where to go with her since i don't know her and have absolutely no experience making female friends. A guy is different cos there's always that little something extra going on. I know bloggers meet up all the time, so u guys need to help me out. I'm tired of not having female friends. Do i smell a new yr resolution coming up?

BTW, i hate this empty feeling i have these day. Loneliness is a bitch. I hate the word too, smells weak.

Na wa

I realize that most of my posts these days are me complaining about school stuff. How about i change this blog's name to The Lamentations of a Nigerian Scorpio, that would be more appropriate. Thanksgiving break officially started today. 5 WHOLE days of no new material coming in. I am excited o, i won't lie. I wish i was going to Nigeria this Christmas though. Ah, my life would have been perfect then. Oh well, na poverty cause am. I get to c my newest niece for the first time though so it's all good.

Back to studying or sleep. Whichever one wins the battle i am currently engaged in.

A little push

I'm starting to lose steam and i am all too aware of the danger of doing that. This is the final leg of the race, so to speak and i need to give it all I've got. I haven't studied today and i got so frustrated yesterday i went to bed at 10.30pm and woke up at 7am. Don't regret that at all. Can't remember the last time i had a full nights rest.

I burst into tears for no apparent reason today. I guess it's that time of the month. No other explanation for this craziness. I am so bored and lonely. I haven't felt that combination of those two feelings for over 4 years. Wow..... time flies sha.

Just thinking of what happened to me 4 years ago and how that has shaped my life. Can't believe it's been 4 yrs but i'm glad it is slowly but surely becoming a thing of the past. I think i have healed from it for the most part but i know i would be a completely different person, with completely different experiences if that craziness did not happen.

Need to stay motivated for Block 4. Gotta finish with a bang!


I miss my boo boo.

I'm bored

BTW, even if my archives don't indicate this, this is my 201th post. Most of my posts are saved as drafts these days. Interesting. This is my 4th blog, been blogging since Jan 23rd 2007. It's about to be 3 yrs. Hmmm.... i can't believe i'm becoming an oldie on blogsville.

Anyhoodle, i'm bored of studying. Not tired, just bored. Wish i could in all good conscience do something else, like watch a movie on youtube or read blogs. I really can't cos i'm way behind in Anatomy and Biochem, already. Thanksgiving break starts on Wednesday but i know pple are taking off this weekend. I'm going be here o! Hopefully i can get some decent studying done while relaxing a little bit. I'm excited for that.

This adjustment period has been tough on me. Finding what works is a bitch. For Block 1 and 2, i spent all day, everyday in school, locked up in some nerd room somewhere. Based on my grades, it wasn't very productive. I don't remember making a conscious decision to start studying at home, but after not doing so well even with all that work, the last place i wanted to be was in one of those rooms. I developed a negative association for those nerd rooms. Being there just increased my stress levels. I like studying at home so far. It's very convenient. I use my white board in my kitchen and say stuff aloud, less distraction from gisting also. Only downside i can see is that i don't get to see pple and i might be isolating myself. I'm ready to pay that price for good grades cos the ones i have been getting have been nothing to write home about.

After all that long story i just told u guys, i'm still bored and i still have to go finish reading Human development. Who cares how the urinary system developed? I don't! Mschewww......

P.S On a serious note, i'm scared of getting depressed (again). That tends to happen when i'm stressed and by myself for too long. I'm looking for ways to stay happy. Tips, suggestion etc etc are welcome.

P.P. S. You guys need to go comment on my last post o! I need to be aware of all the qualities i can possibly ask for from a guy. I like the question someone asked about what do i have to offer a guy. It's a good question. I think we should be able to match what we are asking for.

P.P.P.S. Does tribe matter? I know some pple or their parents don't like someone that's not from their tribe. My case is different. My mom has forbidden me to bring someone from my tribe. Ever since i was little, that has been the song she has been singing. My sister married someone from our tribe, didn't turn out so well, now it's a case of "I told you so" Thing is, i am not sure if he was the way he was cos of his tribe or if he would have been that way anyway regardless of what tribe he was from. I mean, he didn't change AFTER they married, the blatant signs were there all along. So was he a crappy person cos of his tribe or was he just a crappy person, period.

P.P.P.P.S The guy i like is from my tribe :(

Told Mom, she straight up said NO. Her words after that were "I refuse to go down that journey again". She is not the same tribe as my dad, by the way. So now she has my dad and her ex son-in-law as examples to prove that she was right all along. SaD!!!!!!!!!

Wetin pesin go do? Not sure at the moment.

Ideal man

Been thinking of marriage lately. If u knew me, u would know that is very unlike me. However, not less than 10 of my classmates have gotten married in the last 6 months. Let's not even talk about the ones that got married last year and are now having babies. So i guess it's inevitable that i somehow caught the bug. That's not to say i see myself getting married anytime soon.

I've always been against the idea of changing my last name if i get married. I feel like my name is such a huge part of my identity, so why should i be subjected to that trauma of reforming my identity. Hmmm.... not anymore o. I guess i just hadn't met the right person with the right name. Yes o! I have a very nice sounding last name, no way would i trade down. So i guess that's y i have been against the idea of changing my name. Like i said not anymore. :)

So I was asked today by this person whom i will change my name for if he asked, what my ideal man was. Couldn't come up with the answer right away. I guess besides the obvious i need to give it some more thought. I think everyone's ideal man would be different cos everyone is looking for different things in a relationship or if u've never experienced something (positive or negative) you wouldn't think to include or exclude a certain quality. I still haven't come up with all the qualities of my ideal man, that would be for another day when i have peace of mind to be thinking of such things. Until then, pple of blogsville, tell me what qualities u think is absolutely necessary in a life partner.

I don tire

Book don tire me. My eyes dey red, brain dey pain me, back dey pain me, the devo boring put on top. Still i dey there, i go dey there until i finish. If i no finish, i no go leave am. I no fit sleep again o, after i sleep yesterday like pesin wey get sleeping sickness. We just finish block 3 exam on Friday, u go think say person go fit rest, for where?!! The madness don start again O!. No be pesin tell me make i carry myself go Target go buy energy drink. Na so i see am o! Devo dey use my eye see pepper meanwhile class average for last exam na 87. Hmmm..... na me and u this blk 4 devo, i go pass u o. Na by force, u no get choice. I must be doctor, that one na by force too!

Oya o, my break don finish. I don go.

If u can't read pidgin english, pele. I did not feel like writing in english. This one don pass english matter. I had to go back to my roots.

Meh

3 down, one more to go on friday. Biochem, watch out. I intend to murder u. There will be bloodshed, i tell ya and i will come out the sole survivor.

I thank God for everything. I killed anatomy lab yesterday. Got only one structure wrong cos i changed my answer. Guess who's cadaver that particular structure was on? MINE!!!! I didn't go to lab not once this block, decided to put my time to better use. Apparently and understandably so, my lab partners might be tired of doing all the dissections, cos the other female in the group doesn't show up also. So this block as well as last block, our body donor was barely dissected. So i guess to "punish" us, the professors just stuck a pin in the gall bladder which was still very much connected to the liver and deep in the abdomen and you could only see the top. Here's where it got tricky (those sneaky bastards). The gall bladder is GREEN, so it's very easily identifiable, but i guess our lady had something wrong with her, and there was not a hint of green on her gall bladder. I initially put down gall bladder cos i was thinking based on its location it couldn't be anything else. Then i changed my answer cos i had never seen a gall bladder that wasn't green. Anyway, i guess karma had to get me for not going to lab somehow.

Oya o! Break is over. I have barely slept since Sunday. The last time i slept on my bed was Sunday. I just crash on the floor. I'm going to go eat, nap and then hit Biochem. Wish me luck guys. I really need to pass this exam.

Snapshot of my life/thots @ 12.00am

I really, really, really, really, really don't want to study ANYMORE. Can i just have one full night of peaceful sleep? Doesn't seem like that's going to happen. Block 3 exams next week. Got to pass those or else.............

It's a pity i don't "blog" anymore. Would have had some gist for u guys. October 29, 2009, absolute worst birthday in the history of Sting. I almost lost my mind, what else do u call balling up in a corner of your closet at 5pm crying like the world is about to end. Lost my precious phone ( i think i put it on top my car while i was looking for my school ID which was in my book bag the whole time), got a tongue lashing from my dean, was called disrespectful and unprofessional (I guess i have to show my ass wherever i go, trust me this was unintentional), threatened with an orange card cos of my "attitude", straight up told there was no way i could pass this semester (hmm... do u know who God is?), pretty much mocked because i passed medical genetics instead of high passing or honoring it. I don suffer for this life. All this on my birthday. We shall see sha.

Thank God for God
Toch
St. Augustine, my patron saint of smiles :)
Sanity still intact.

Lamentations II by Sting

About to soak my hands in warm water. I don't know if med school is for pple like me who like to scribble when we study aka tactile learners. At the rate am going, i will be crippled before i graduate. Carpel tunnel syndrome, anyone?

Forgive my short posts. I have no intention of really blogging. This is in lieu of me updating my status message on facebook. Still don't like twitter. Blogger continues to be my first and only love.

Oh, if i was going to update my facebook status, i would have said: Sting is questioning the efficacy of this fat free monster energy drink. I might have to switch back to my regular Monster assault.

Resolved not to be updating facebook status with "personal" stuff cos a friend made a snide comment about it on my birthday. She thinks she's sleek. Side eye to her, X10.

Lamentations by Sting

God! I just want to be a normal person again. What have i gotten myself into. Jehovah pls see me through this block. Amen.

Med sch according to ME

1. If it doesn't hurt- you are doing something wrong
2. If you are well rested - You are doing something wrong
3. If 24 hours is enough - you are doing something wrong
4. If you can't spit out your facts - You are doing something wrong
5. If sleep is an option - you are doing something wrong
6. If you don't say "Maybe i'm not cut out for this at least once" - you are doing something wrong
   
7. If you don't cry because you are tired of reading while continuing to read in the midst of ur tears - you are doing something wrong
8. If you don't feel like you've been run over by a bus on a MONDAY morning - you are doing something wrong
9. If you don't wonder to yourself, why you even bothered renting an apartment - you are doing something wrong
   
10. If you don't think to yourself "na only one brain i been get b4" - you are doing something wrong.
    

Shit upon shit. It hasn't gotten better. You don't believe me, ask ME!

It's my birthday today. Happy birthday to me. What more could i ask for? I am living my dream. Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! That was a sarcastic laugh by the way, in case u couldn't tell.

Birthday

Can't believe i am excited about Thursday not because it's my birthday but because i get done at 12pm and have the rest of the day to study.'

This is the most i have been disinterested in my birthday. Actually, it's the first time. My brain hasn't even registered that fact. Life. SMH

Blue

On the verge: once again. Only the strong survive.

Dear God

God, u r in control of my life. Nobody has right over my life but u. I trust u, i believe in u. Take control.

Dear God

God, you are my only hope. Take control.

:((

Sleep is for the Weak

Sleep is for the weak
No be me kill Jesus (God forgive me!)

Nicknames for classmates so far. (the list increases daily)

1. Lady koi koi (na so so koi koi shoes that one dey wear)
2. Pineapple (random pick so we can codedly talk about the person)
3. Your BFF (one busy body like that) - She cool though.
   
4. Drummer boy (We went for a potluck review session, during the review, instead of this one to write with biro like his mates or type like a human being, he was pounding his keyboard, no be small thing)
5. Turner Syndrome and friends (Long story short, my friend said she looks like she has turner's syndrome)
6. Surgeon (Dude in lab group who likes to cut)
   

More to come. This is just me delaying/escaping my reality. Chineke God in heaven, i'm channeling you o!

Umbrella Analogy

Medical school is like having a *colonoscopy with an umbrella.

• First year - They stick the umbrella in
• 2nd year - They open the umbrella (while still inside)
• 3rd year - They pull it out.
  
• 4th year - You get to stick it in someone else.
  

I fucking love my psych professor.

OR
In lay man's terms

The first year of medical school is like having an umbrella stuck up your butt, the second year the umbrella is opened, the third year the umbrella is ripped out, and the fourth year you get to stick the umbrella up someone else's butt!

*Colonoscopy is the endoscopic examination of the large colon and the distal part of the small bowel with a CCD camera or a fiber optic camera on a flexible tube passed through the ANUS!!!!(Courtesy of wikipedia)

I really don't like twitter all that much. I think i'll just stick to my facebook addiction. It works for me that way.

Twitter

Okay! After raising my nose at twitter and silently or not so silently vowing not to join, i have given in without any coercion. You can blame med school for that!!!! How? You ask. What does med school have to do with this new foolishness of yours. Welllllll........ you see, since i started med school in August, i have strangely become addicted to facebook. When facebook was still exclusive to college students, i refused to join. I hated it. I only joined after i graduated and have stayed there because of my friends in Nigeria. It helps me keep in touch with what's going on in their lives. Still i was never a big fan. I stopped all notifications from going to my personal email. For over a year, i never ever put up a status message. Facebook just wasn't my thing.

HOWEVER, since i started med school, i swear to God! I go on facebook at least 15- 20 times a day. Status updates or thoughts of status update is now a daily thing o! I can't believe it. I deactivated my account, but guess what? Those winches and wizards have now made it so easy to come back. How? All you have to do is sign back in and Voila, you are back on. No more reactivation confirmation emails and all that jazz. Mschewwww.... Enemies of progress, they want me to fail. If i want to use my little knowledge of psychology also known as my bachelors in psychology, i will say facebook has become an escape for me. An escape away from this........ what's a nice thing to call this? Med School PRISON!!!

Anyhoodle, i don't want to be putting all my business of facebook, and since i know i can't be updating this blog regularly cos i'm not inclined to and my mom keeps alluding to me keeping my business off the internet aka my blog, i have decided to join the twitter bandwagon. So if u read this blog and u slightly give a (care) about what is going on with me and u r on twitter, or not..... you can follow me on http://twitter.com/iwillsting I still don't know how stuff works cos i literally just created my account 5 mins ago. Oya o, come on over.

So was in school from 10am to 10.30pm yesterday, and i have been here since 9.30 this morning and i don't see myself going home until 10 or 11pm. I got slightly depressed for a minute. I subscribe to Joel Osteen's podcast (btw, did i tell u guys that med school makes u find God/religion pretty fast), so i decided to listen to today's message. All i can say is that man is a modern day genius. Chei! His message got me through almost failing Medical Genetics, and once again he came through today. I feel so much better and i have a brand new attitude to boot.

I remember when i first started school and someone (a classmate) told me to pray for God's guidance in studying or something like that, i actually laughed and said God has nothing to do with this. It has taken me less than a month to have a change of heart. God has everything to do with this. I don't see how anyone can get through this ordeal (sorry, experience) without any source of spiritual support. You can't know everything, there's too much to know. You have to have God in order to believe that he will make what you know sufficient so that you can have peace of mind and be able to sleep at night.

That's all folks. Remember to meet me over on twitter. I'm all alone and lonely, boo hu hu!!!

Have a nice week people. I love u all.

P.S. I might be changing the title of this blog.

Natural hair?

I'm thinking of going natural. I have four years to do it. I guess i'll just keep braiding my hair without relaxing and see how it goes. My hair is short anyway, cos i cut it real short in 2007 and only just stopped cutting it last May(?). Anyhoo, time to get back to studying.

Light at the end of the tunnel

Hmmmm.... shey all of u said i should be looking/thinking of the light at the end of the tunnel. Ok oh! I have called on Jehovah to come down (Chineke, biko gbadata!). Only God will help me in this voluntary prison i have sentenced myself to for four years. At least i passed Medical genetics. P=MD. Na so oh! I was begging for a pass at the end of the day. Wetin be honors for this one. I was failing the thing o! I dash them this one. Hopefully i will be able to do better on the rest. Although at the moment i am battling with my dreaded enemy BIOCHEM. We shall see.

So besides my jail sentence what has been happening? Stuff, more stuff and nothing at all. I am relationshipless. Which is not a bad thing cos i don't know what i was doing b4. My friend said something that cracked me the hell up. She said "Money doesn't buy love, but it's a good down payment". I love her. We keep each other going. It would have been tough going through this alone. Right now she(we) are on the hunt..... point and kill. LOL. I can't explain. Random. I know!

Med school don tire me. I want my old life back, and the first thing i will do when i get it is pack my things and go to Nigeria and go and marry some rich Alhaji and be his 4th and favorite wife. No need. Case closed!

By the way, i paid someone $200 to torture me on Sunday o! It was not a small something. Shey when they said i should braid my hair in Atlanta, i refused abi. I was like, no oh, i want to take care of my hair and wash it every week. I went to be buying hair product like i own a salon. Hmmm..... Story! Mumu oshi! I didn't know what i was getting into. After stress and probably formaldehyde from those cadavers have made half the hair on my head fall out in less than a month, and tying my hair to school during exam week looking like someone's village wife, nobody told me to go braid my hair. The winch i went to decided to kill me in the process. $200 for me to now have boils on my head. It's almost like she was trying to braid my brain with the hair. I can't even shout. Nobody sent me message.

I'm going to bed jo! I have a date with my cadaver abi na body donor tomorrow. I HATE anatomy lab by the way. I have tried, but Mba. It's not for me. I don't want to be a surgeon, so if i never touch the body, that is fine with me. I think i've only dissected twice or three times since we started a month ago, and that's just for eye service make dem no talk say i never touch cadaver. We started face and neck this week, all this while we had the face covered so i hadn't see my donor's face. Some other groups looked at theirs before hand, but i wasn't in a hurry. Why? Anyway, so we uncovered her face..... hmmmmm! I have seen things in my life. Shey i said i wanted to go to medical school. Oya now, come and go.

This woman's face has been haunting me o! I was driving and i saw someone that looked like her. Ask me how? I don't know. Body that had her mouth open in one kind of scary manner. I keep seeing her face in my head and it is scary cos she looks dead. lol. Sorry. I think i have PTSD. At least i can diagnose myself with that one. I'm traumatized. Underneath the human face has a lot of fat and it's disgusting and our lady is skinny as hell. We are taking out the brain tomorrow. That should be fun! Drama! Maybe na tomorrow i go faint the faint wey i wan faint since. LOL..

It's generally not that bad sha! Half the time i'm in there i'm thinking of food cos i'm usually hungry. Maybe formaldehyde makes me hungry or it's the boredom of standing around for 2 hours doing nothing. My group members already know i'm not a cutter so they don't even bother asking me. The only other girl in my group might as well be a vestigial organ. She doesn't even bother to show up these days. At least i still try to show my face and leave as early as possible, which is right before they need people to wash the tools. You used it, wash it!

Play time is over. Thanks for the comments on my previous posts. The encouragement is appreciated. I just need to vent and then i'll feel better. No, i don't delete my posts, i just take them down. My OCD is worrying me, that's y ;)

I miss u Lenie. I love u, my little puppy. You better remember me when i see u in Dec. if not, wahala go dey o! People still dey chop dog meat for Calabar.

Hmmm

It's not funny anymore o! Med school is kicking my ass from here to Kafanchan!

Adjusting to med school 101

3 weeks in! Our first block of exams is coming up Tuesday and Wednesday next week.

My high stress levels have refused to allow me to sleep, so i guess i'll just write down my thots on adjusting to med school so far. It's nothing like i expected. I don't think u can even anticipate how hard it's going to be. How do you quantify HARD to someone who has not gone through the process?

Anyhoo, here's Adjusting to Med School according to STING

1. Your house becomes just a place to sleep in and take showers - You would sleep in school if it was allowed. The gym has showers. Hmmm......
2. You mentally get dibs on a quiet study room that has the right temp (suprisingly, the rooms don't all have the same temperature) - Sleeping in on weekends (forget Weekdays) is never an option because you have to gun for that room.
3. You turn the room into a mini parlor, complete with couch, bootleg coffee table, blanket or wrapper and a teddy bear for comfort (One of the study rooms has a couch, and everyone wants that room. My friend guns for that room like crazy. It used to be "my room" but i stopped gunning for it cos the temp is not exactly right-i like it hot)
4. Eating healthy and exercising becomes a very distant/hazy memory - You are perpetually at risk for food poisoning, because amongst other things you keep taking that same yogurt to school, forgetting to eat it, and taking it back the next day only to repeat the same process - You find that you might forget to eat or not have time to eat with all the bullshit you have to do.
   
5. Your ears totally perk up at the sound of free food - Great motivation for attending those organization meetings (Did i tell u my school is awesome? M1's had free lunches for the first 2 weeks of class)
6. You push shame to the side and grab 2 boxes of Panera bread and a whole box of pizza (you snooze, you lose). That's lunch for a week right there.
   
7. You feel stupid for refusing to braid your hair in Atlanta. 10 mins for hair styling every morning is an eternity. Washing it every week? Puhlease!
   
8. Getting up to pee while studying becomes an undesirable chore. Precious seconds are being wasted while peeing. Chop, chop, there's pages to be read.
   
9. You find you have to pee A LOT. Uh hum! Caffeine does that to ya!
10. Your ill conceived idea of going at it "naturally" is thrown out the window before the first week is over. You pick your poison - FAST! Coffee, Tea, Mountain dew, Coke, Pepsi, Red bull, Monster. It doesn't matter, pick one or a combination.
    
11. You perfect the act of the 10 min nap - You have to be very careful though as that can turn into a 15, 20 or 30 min nap instead - Sleepiness becomes your arch nemesis
    
12. You find your "happy place" pretty quickly and you just might have to conjure it from time to time - Ummmm.....like everyday.
    
13. Even though you resisted all these years, you find yourself addicted to Facebook. Gasp! It's your only quick escape. It takes a second to click, click... the next thing you know you've been there for 15 minutes. DEACTIVATE... click! Sharp, sharp!!!!
    
14. You pepper inappropriate cadaver jokes in everyday conversation - You wonder if judging people in terms of their cadaver potential is weird. (eg. Today, i saw a picture of a Nigerian artiste(who shall remain unnamed) who is ripped to the core. Before, i would have drooled over him instead the first thing i said was "He will make a good cadaver". Go figure. I just might be traumatized by the experience)
15. You start to think 24 hours a day is too short. These people must be crazy for expecting you to learn ALL these stuff in such a small amount of time.
    
16. Sleep becomes a luxury you are afraid of indulging in - You can no longer remember what peaceful sleep feels like- You wake up at least 3 times a night for no apparent reason (to check the time)
17. TV. Television. (Real Housewives of Atlanta) What is that?!!!!!!
    
18. You no longer have need for your alarm - You are up and dressed before it rings.
    
19. You wholly embrace the school of thought that crying relieves stress. It does. Ask me.
    
20. You thank God for giving you a friend who is just as crazy as you. Laughter relives stress also. Craziness!
21. You miss your dog something fierce - It is almost a physical pain. It really is. I misssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss you, Lenie! Dog of my life.
    

*** These are MY thoughts. Not everyone is going through the same thing the same way (like i said, i have classmates having parties, going to bars, playing softball and what not). I am still adjusting. I am looking to find a balance. I need good food, sleep, exercise and play. On that note, we are going drinking the night after exams are over. I'll be an alcoholic by the time 4 yrs is over.

Toodles.

Smile

The thought of Van Vicker makes me smile......... most random shit ever!

Back to the grind. Med school will not kill me. This is hardest thing i've ever done. The adjustment is killing me, but i know i'll get there. Slowly but surely. Now if only i can manage to not fail Medical Genetics.

On my mind

RELATIONSHIPS

My ex relationship: Soul mate/love of my life. I miss him. Spent the last couple years mad at him. Would probably get married to him if he asked (nicely).

Current relationship: 10 months, only one month longer than the love of my life. I don't love him, if he loves me, he hasn't bothered to share. All around nice guy. Cute face. Broke! Still going strong but my heart's not in it anymore. Comfortable.

Future relationship: Love or money? Right now, i'll go for the money. Has to be a very long distance relationship though.

Thoughts on my idea of relationships: I have evolved and am still evolving in my thinking and it's not for the "better". Depends on ur definition of better.

Right now i'm in a relationship without love or money. At this point, i figure if there's no love, there better be money. I'm a poor student!!!!

LIFE
Med school is HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Day 4 and i'm TIRED! I just got back from the library and my eyes are bloodshot. Yet i'm still behind. 168 pages of genetics handout in 4 days.

Weirdest experience so far: Dissecting a human body. I didn't freak out as much as i thought i would. I guess cos her face is still covered and she's white (different from me) so it hasn't hit home that it's a human body. We just concentrated on her chest, while the rest of her body was covered. After an hour of being there i was hungry as hell and all i could think of was food, while staring at the meaty looking part of the chest. Ewww. lol

Coolest thing so far: One of the groups behind me had a body donor with breast implants. They bursted (sp?) one by mistake (I guess). It was cool to see.

I'm weird. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Fuck this.

Blogsville Gist

Hey people,

I'm going to be focusing my attention on Blogsville Gist. Be a pal and join the site. Invite your friends/blog pals to join also.

It's time.

Hey Everyone,

The end of my journey on The Smile of a Nigerian Scorpio is here. By this time next week i will be at my new place, ready or not. I know i'll be fine, i just don't like change too much. This last week in Atlanta is turning to be more stressful both mentally and emotionally than i imagined. Anyway, it's been nice being a part of blogsville and sharing my personal story with you guys. I know i haven't been comfortable writing anything too personal on this blog for a while, but it served its purpose and it's time to move on. If i decide to get another blog i'll let you know. For now, i will hopefully be concentrating all my efforts on blogsville gist and fatbusters.

Thanks for being a part of my online family. You guys are great and i love u all.

Peace.

THE END

Sad

I just put an ad for Lenie on craigslist. I am so sad!

Confused.

I took Lenie to the vet today for his yearly shots and ended up spending $241. That was the little extra money i had to buy stuff before i moved. In addition to the shots, they found out he has hook worms. On top of that he already had a skin condition that is as a result of allergies, he has issues with his eyes that will be lasting cos of the way his eye lids are, and he has ear issues, cos he is prone to ear mites. After telling my sister all this, she suggested i take him to the pound. I totally understand that because that might be a little too much to put on anyone esp since she already has 2 dogs.

I am sad and confused.

Journal

Time: 7 days before I move: 21 days before school starts. (Why the hell i am moving early again?!! Yeah, that damn lease (that i haven't even signed. I don't wanna goooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!)
Mood: SCARED/ON THE VERGE OF FREAKING OUT!

So i have been slowly and steadily clearing out my room and getting ready for my 13 hour trip to the place that's going to be my new home for the next 4 years or more (depending on where i do my residency). During the process of sweeping under my bed (let's not talk about all the dust bunnies that reside(d) under there) i pulled out a box i had stuck under there a couple of years ago that contained my journals. There were entries from April 2003 to Sept 2007 in four different journals.

I pulled the first one out and started to read. It was almost like reading a novel and i realised i have to go back to my first true love. Blogger doesn't even come close to what writing in a journal does for me. When i write in my journal, i'm not writing for an audience, i am free to pour out my thoughts without having to give a background story, like i would have to do on blogger. I have always kept a journal. I didn't keep one in JSS when i was in boarding school for obvious reasons. My first complete journal, i remember burning after my first relationship ended at 17 0r 18. I guess because A lot of the stuff i wrote was about him.

I have always used writing as a coping mechanism for me and i intend to go back to that in med school. My sister gave me a very cute journal when i went to Florida and that's exactly what i am going to use it for.

On to other things, i finally got another computer on Friday. HP dv3510nr. I am skeptical about HP products cos my brother had an issue with his computer and eventually had to switch it out with a toshiba. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I took my old gateway to get fixed cos it kept switching itself off, come to find out there was nothing wrong with it in the first place. My dumbass set it to turn off after 20mins. Don't ask me what i was thinking cos i don't know, I remember changing the setting but i don't think i knew what i was doing.

Anyhoo, i get home and my big head decided to re-format the computer only for something to go wrong, and the computer just shows a black screen when i turn it on. I'm taking it to get fixed tomorrow, hopefully they can fix it before i leave and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg. I am so pissed at myself.

Question: How many people believe in spirits or reincarnation?

Would u believe if i told u i was my paternal grandmother reincarnated? How do i know?

I DON'T! but i believe it.

I'll tell u y another time.

Wrapping up

I am officially no longer an employee of the psychiatric hospital. I turned in my badge and my keys yesterday and my badge was cut up in front of me. It kinda hurt. Even though i haven't worked there since early June, i was sad about leaving and i miss it (i really do, weird). I remember how much i loved working there before i became overwhelmed with all the stuff i had to do and lack of sleep.

I was able to say bye to the three people who meant the most to me there. I just lucked out that they were working yesterday, as i had no guarantee anyone i knew would be there cos i usually worked weekend nights. All three were working on the same unit, i was very happy i got to say bye to them. They told me things weren't still right at the hospital in terms of staff safety and whatnot. They said a couple of staff had gotten hurt by the patients and one Nigerian nurse had broken a couple of toes a day before during a take down. This was on the same unit i had been excepted to work at by myself on the night i walked out. I was sleep deprived and extremely tired that night and that is a very bad combination for anyone working on that unit. I am so glad that for the 10months i worked there, i wasn't hurt by any patient.

I was insulted, intimidated, scared many times by patients attempting to hurt me, but no one was able to physically put their hands on me. I am so thankful about that. The only time i got close to being hurt was the one and only time i was involved in a take down and i hurt my shoulder when we fell to the ground. So u might wonder how come i was only involved in one take down the whole 10 months i was there? Easy. I stood back. I'm sorry! If there were other people there who could do it, why should i put myself in a position to get hurt. $11 an hour wasn't worth that crap. So that chapter of my life is over and i am happy it went as well as it did. It was an amazing experience and i'm glad i was able to have it. I met some interesting people/characters, i had one of the best laughs of my life, learnt so much about myself and life in general. It was worth the sleepless nights. I just wouldn't do it again.

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I've been trying to paint my nails since 10pm yesterday and i'm still not done. Urgh! The life of a defeated perfectionist. I feel handicapped waiting for this thing to dry. I didn't realize it would even affect my ability to take a piss. Can u imagine?!!! Trying to pee yesterday ruined one nail, which made me scritinize the rest of the nails and conclude they all look like crap. Before i knew what i was doing i had cleaned off the polish on both hands and started again this morning.

12 days before moving to the "land of no black people": Mood? Scared! It's so far from home and i don't know anybody. Yikes!

I have started packing up my stuff. Half of my clothes are going to salvation Army, no use hanging on to stuff that don't fit anymore even though they are brand new or barely worn. I'm only taking stuff that will fit in my not so large car. I really don't have that much stuff anyway.

My week in FL showed my family that they don't want to deal with Lenie or rather how difficult it would be. As always God stepped in and turned what would have been a huge fight into something that wasn't a big deal. So when i was in FL, my brother called me and said we need to talk about the dog. Bottom line, he can't take care of the dog, and my mom who had persuaded me to leave the dog behind and assured me that he was going to be fine had now reneged on her promise and was even talking about taking the dog back to the pound. I couldn't even be angry cos i was mad at myself for falling for that trap. I should have known better.

The apartment i got doesn't allow dogs at all, no exceptions. I even called the manager again to make sure. Now the few apartments i saw that allowed pets during my search didn't have underground parking, and that was a must for me cos it snows like crazy down there. I was actually willing to get a place without underground parking just so i could take my dog, but my mom said she didn't want me stressing about anything while i was in school and offered to take the dog.

So here i was basically stranded. There is no way in this world that i would take Lenie back to the shelter. The day i got him from the pound, i promised i was going to take care of him for the rest of his life, and less than a year later, i was already failing. I told my sister in FL what was going on and she and her fiance agreed to take Lenie since they already have 2 small dogs of their own. I just thank God for everything cos it would have been a mess and he saved the day.



Lenie's hair is growing back. He no longer looks like a rat. Yay!

Back to the A

I'm back in Atlanta. My stress levels finally came down in Florida. I no longer wake up at 7am or earlier like i used to. Anyhoo, this vacation taught me a few lessons and i would like to share, cos i'm nice like that.

1. I'm definitely not having kids anytime soon. In fact i am re-examining my child bearing decision. At one time there were 7 kids between the ages of 11 - 16 in the house, but my other sister came to pick up her kids during the week.
   
2. Paper plates and plastic spoon and forks ARE the best thing since sliced bread
3. I love the sound of kids laughing together
4. I am not as good with kids like i thought (maybe just the ones in the goo goo ga ga stage)
5. I really don't know how to handle people stress very well. School stress is my forte
   
6. I am getting a reclining sofa or chair in my new apartment, for sure.
7. I refuse to plan my life or live my life while focusing on losing weight. Too stressful
8. One the other hand, i can't eat like a pre-teen or early teen. My metabolism gave up on me a long time ago. Ice-cream for dessert regularly is not going to cut it.
   
9. Driving 5 hours at a stretch is not bad at all. My 13 hour drive in two weeks should not be that difficult.
10. I am really not looking forward to going away.
    

I enjoyed myself with my sisters kids. I got to spend time with my sister and she made me aware of some things i never knew. It was a really nice time. The kids didn't want me to leave. My nephew loved my Wrapper and he wants one, preferably with lions or tigers. I showed him a sleeping mat i brought but left in the car and he said i have a lot of cool stuff. LOL. Tell that to the kids in Nigeria.

Good times.

Aloha from FL

What's up people, coming to u live and direct from FL. The weather has been nice, it was only humid the first day i was there. I will not be back to Atl until Friday. I have abandoned my life and it feels good. No blogging, nothing.

My blogsville gist blog has never gotten off the ground. It has a lot of potential but i just don't have time and i don't see me getting more time in the nearest future. So if anyone is interested in helping out or doing something with the blog and theme, let me know. We'll work something out, if not ehhh..... i'll get to it when i get to it.

The future of this blog has been decided. I will be closing this blog as soon as i land in my new home....... awwwww, she's leaving us (sobs).

Do not despair my people for i will only be moving house and not leaving. You guys can't get rid of me that easily. So at the right time, we shall move over. Capice.

Alright, i am going back to my vacation. I have enjoying it like someone without responsibilities. I fully realise i have only 2 weeks left when i get back so i have to relax. My 2nd nephew is a hoot plus one. I laugh at his antics all day long. Good times.

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There's an overwhelming number of things i have to do before school starts, i just want to bury my head under the sand and pretend they don't exist, but i can't. After all the hassle to get admitted to med school, you would think things would at least be smooth sailing from there. But no o! No.

I have to get a physical exam done, get a chest x-ray on top of that cos my TB test is always positive, fill out my health, dental and life insurance forms, pick a PCP randomly because i chose an HMO plan, complete the orientation activities form, try to decide if i want to re-take the 4 hour long CPR class, even though i did one last year and it's valid for another year. However, as i can't remember jack and we start meeting with our primary care mentors in October, i need to at least be able to do basic CPR, just in case.

Now, there's the faces book (ha ha) that we have to fill out and attach a picture to. Add that to my obsessing over moving 13 hours away, getting my utilities set up, trying to decide if i'm going to take my TV or not or go without watching TV for the next 4 years, worrying about what the hell i am going to do with myself after my brother goes back to GA, already missing Lenie and wondering if my brother is going to remember to feed the birds, I am basically a mental wreck at the moment.

I'm abandoning it all and running to FL to hang out with my sister and kids. All the wahala will still be waiting for me when i come back, so i might as well go pretend for a week that i have no responsibilities.

P.S contrary to what my last post will lead u to believe, i am right-handed. Obviously, i can't tell right from left at this age and after all that education. The last drivers test i took 6 years ago, i almost failed (after failing 3 times prior, don't ask), because i kept going the opposite direction that she told me to. If she says left, i go right and when she repeats" i said left", i figure out i was going the wrong way. I did that at least 3 times during the driving test. Pity. LOL

Girly girl

It's 2.56pm in my side of town. What have i been doing all day since i woke up at 7am?

Trying to paint my damn nails!!! You see why i'm not girly?!!!! I didn't know it took this long and you are basically immobilized until they dry AND they take forever to dry. I have had to clean they off and reapply at least 3 times. It is sickening, but this is part of my total make over mission and i will not give up. Yes, I can!

I refuse to go to a nail salon cos when i start med school, i'm going to be broke, so i might as well get with the program now.

So besides, trying to paint my nails, i have also been been messing with my hair. I guess nail painting and hair styling don't go hand in hand. Now i know. Anyhoo, i did a hot oil treatment using olive oil, then i conditioned with mane and tail conditioner also mixed with olive oil, shampooed, sprayed a leave in conditioner and wrapped the hair. I am letting it air dry, cos i'm trying to minimize heat to my hair.

I have been called an El cheapo by my brother cos he thinks i should just go to the salon and be done with it, but those hair dressers don't really care about the health of you hair, so i'm taking charge. We'll see how it goes.

Have a good week guys.

P.S. My left hand looks like crap, i might have to re-paint it. Lord have mercy.

I'm on a mission

My computer has gone to shit, it turns off randomly, takes a good 30 minutes to load these days and now the spacebar doesn't work unless u pound on it really hard or touch it in a certain exact spot. What kind of shit is that? My father has so graciously given me some money for a computer mainly because he promised to get me a car when i got into med school, but since i got one for myself last year (which i'm going to be paying for the next 4 years), we changed it to a computer. He was going to give me $700 but i asked him if he would have spent $700 to buy a car. Ha! I got him there. So, i need suggestions on which computer to get. There's too many choices out there and they all have cons.

On to other news, i am on a mission to get healthy relaxed hair. My hair dresser (fuck stylist) doesn't do shit. All she does is wash it with shampoo, put in conditioner for less than a minute, (forget about deep conditioning), stick me under the dryer for too long, until all the moisture in my hair has been totally sucked out, and then use a flat iron to style it (causing even more damage to the hair). The style doesn't last for more than a day, I have to pay her $35 on top of all that nonsense o, if she's doing a touch up, that's $55. The stylist i had before her was much better, but she never wanted my hair to grow out, as she kept wanting to shave down the back. I guess it would ensure that i go to her each week to style it. The final straw was when she was rude to me, i never went back after that day.

The next place i landed was someone who was learning how to style hair. They didn't even have the courtesy to inform me prior to her putting her hands in my hair. I should have known when she was acting like she was afraid to touch my hair as she was washing it. After she was done "styling" it, i was so furious because they had to coach her through the whole process. I disregarded politeness and informed them that if i wanted my hair to look like that i would have done it myself at home. It was just a mess.

Anyhoo, my current stylist obviously doesn't care about my hair and i have decided to only go back there at the end of July to get a touch up. Until then i'm taking charge of my hair. I'm pretty sure i can do a better job and i don't have to give myself a tip for not doing anything. What's the deal with tipping stylists anyway? I always feel guilty if i don't leave a tip, so whether i am happy with the hair or not, i feel obliged to leave $5. That's just crazy. Hopefully, i can find a better hair stylist when i move, if not i'll just have to learn to do my hair myself.

I guess i can deal with the hair dilemma easily by braiding or weaves. Well, i hate weaves and have vowed never to do one again. The last time i had a weave was in 2006 and it lasted 5 days because i felt like i had something on top my head ever single second of those 5 days. I ran back to the stylist and asked her to take it off, never mind the $150 i paid to get it done. I had weaves back in Nigeria a couple of times. I don't remember feeling that way. It was a very weird, uncomfortable experience. Let's not even talk about the itching.

Braids, i used to be able to do, but sitting down for 8 hours is not something i am willing to do anymore. The last time i had micros was in 2004. I didn't braid my hair at all from 2005 -2008. I decided to switch to kinky twists which take 4 hours but everyone hates the look on me (they always neglect to tell me they hate it until after i take it off), so no more braids or weaves for me. Going natural is not an option i am willing to even consider given my hair texture. Plus, i don't think it would be a good look for me. I know two people who are natural, one looks really good with it and the other doesn't.

That's my story for this blessed Sunday morning. I can't believe it's been almost 6 years since i last went to church. Interesting stuff.

Amebo

Yesterday
Me: Brother, did u hear what happened to BIL?
Brother: Wetin concern me? In life you have to learn how to mind your business and keep your eyes on the prize.

Oh Snap! He told me!!!!

Today
In the midst of my rambling about God knows what........
Brother to me: A si li ba ku te (Which means, you gossip to the point your mouth tore, I don't know how to write Igbo so sorry if i didn't spell it right). I burst out laughing because i haven't heard that phrase in ages.

My brother is a character, and i too like gist.

Farrah Fawett finally dies after her battle with anal cancer and instead of the universe to let her have her day, she was upstaged by Micheal Jackson. Now, at this point i have had it up to here with EVERYONE. Real life, blogger, facebook!!! Where was everyone when Micheal Jackson was turned into a punchline and been mocked as a pedophile. I didn't see anyone paying him tributes or interrupting my regularly scheduled programs to talk about him.

People make me sick and this just proves that human beings are hypocrites whether we like to admit it or not. You tear someone down, disgrace the poor man, basically drive him away from the country, but as soon as he expires he is becomes the best thing since sliced bread. My issue is not whether MJ is the best or not. Dude is a legend, i just hate how people can flip flop just cos the man is dead. I am sick of it.

Na so dem for do Britney Spears if to say she die.

Life as a bum

Thanks everyone who left a comment on my last post. It's very much appreciated. I am exceedingly happy at this break. I came to this country at the end of Oct 2002, had a month to "adjust", started working Dec 2002 and this is the absolute first time i have never had to work since that time. Not only was i working full time, i was also going to school full time including summers. The summers i didn't take classes, i was working and studying for the blasted MCAT. So when i say i haven't a break before now, i really haven't.

No school, work, MCAT study?!!!! I'm in heaven. So what did my first day as a bum look like?

• Woke up at 5.20am and took Lenie outside to do his business
• Took my mom to work.
• Got home and sat in front of the computer on blogger, facebook, hotmail, and televisionwithoutpity until 9am.
• Got ready, walked Lenie from 10.30am until 11.15am. The sun was blazing hawt!!!! I managed to sweat my pretty hair out.
  
• Went to get some forms printed at a friend's house. The three printers in my house have managed to give up the ghost somehow somehow.
  
• Went to look for the hospital i need to go get my physicals done in. Fought with friend over directions. Has anyone heard of Isrealites journey???
  
• Picked up my mom at 2.30pm.
• Finally laid down to get some rest, as my eyes were about to close, got a call from the UK. 30 minutes of amebo.
• Ate some boiled corn on the cob and groundnut, naija style.
• Ate some more, can't remember what. Oh! I had a slice of my going away cheese cake. Absolutely the best.
• Alright down to the business of bummery. This bed is so soft. Rain fell, finally we have some breeze.
• Oya, get ur ass up let's go play tennis. Christ, brother!!!!!
• Played tennis from 7pm -9pm. Whether i was playing tennis or the tennis was playing me is another story.

So that's how i spent the first day being a bum. I think it's hard to learn how to be a bum. I thought i would laze in bed all day and enjoy it, but i can't even stay in bed past 8am, if that. I'm sure i'll get the hang of it soon. I haven't given up. I must stay in bed until 2pm like i used to years and years ago.

P.S.I have updated my blogsville gist blog (with barely any gist), but rome wasn't built in a day, abi?
P.P.S If anyone is interested in joining fatbusters, now is the time. We are accepting new members at this point.

Ciao people.

Woo hoo Part 2

The first Woo hoo post i made was when i got accepted into medical school (God be praised), my second Woo hoo is because.............................. drumroll.... i have officially become a bum. No more work for me until school starts. Yeah!!!!! Woo hoo!

So i intend to pig out (did that yesterday), veg out and grow that beard i always wanted.

What's new

• First time in God knows how long i went a week between posts
• I have seriously slacked on all my blogs. Fatbusters have been neglected and Blogsville gist hasn't gotten off the ground )-:
• My last day of work is the 19th. Don't know i feel about that
• I wasn't fired from the hospital. I am however going to officially quit sometime soon, even though i need the money badly at this point.
• I am super worried about money, especially since i have to move soon.
• I was given a "Job well done" pat on the back by my PI based on praise by another department. I was used as a model on how things should be done. So "I'm a tough act to follow". Eat ur hearts out, haters on the job who think i'm incompetent. God showed u!
• I found an apartment in the land of "I have to look really hard to find black people" Chineke!
• I am not excited at all. Super scared at the prospect of leaving home. Didn't think i would be.
  
• I'm not taking my doggie. I am more than super heartbroken. The place allows only cats. Anyone knows some kind of juju i can use to change Lenie to a cat by the end of July?
• I am not a cat person, but i absolutely love kittens. If only they stay that way. Cats are so boring and independent. All they need you for is food. So annoying.
• We had two cats growing up, Jamie and Lucy. Jamie was my favorite cos we had him when he was weeks old and had to feed him with a syringe. He couldn't even walk when we got him.
• We got him from the juju section of the market. Where they sell stuff used for those kinds of stuff.
  
• Hey, i grew up in Benin.
  
• Forgot to tell you guys that i also have 2 parakeets. I've had them for over 2 years. I don't know why i only talk about Lenie. I will not to be taking them along also. Don't care too much about that. I want to give then away if possible.
  
• I'm thinking of getting a ferret or guinea pig or bunny. Most likely will be a bunny.
• I need to get some kind of spirituality into my life. I need a connection to GOD.
  
• I will most likely be closing this blog in the nearest future. Still not sure.
  

I walked out!

I walked out of my hospital job yesterday. Did i quit or am i going to be fired? I'm not sure at the point. So here's what happened. The last day i was scheduled to work over there was May 16th. I am PRN, so i have to turn in my availability beginning of every month. In April, i was so overwhelmed, i didn't see myself working through the whole month, so i put mt last available date as the 16th. I was supposed to turn in my 2 weeks notice that day and quit at the end of the month.

I didn't do it. They called me in to work May 29th and i did, no problem. I didn't turn in any availability for June, but they called me on Thursday and said they needed someone to do a 1:1, which means instead of watching 24-28 patients, you only watch one patient. If it's at night and the patient is stable and asleep, that's a pretty good deal. So since she needed someone for the whole weekend, i agreed to go in Friday and Saturday night. She promised me that it was going to be a 1:1 for sure and nobody will change the schedule.

I went in on Friday and everything was fine. When i came home Saturday morning, i only slept for 3 hours cos my nephew and niece were around and it just wasn't possible to sleep. Then i woke up and had to give my dog his medicated bath. I then carried myself to the track and worked out for an hour. I got home around 8pm, by the time i got a chance to lie down it was past 9pm and i had to be at work at 11pm. Suffice to say, i didn't sleep a wink.

On my way to work, i kept obsessing over whether that had changed the schedule. I just told myself that if they removed me from the 1:1, i'm coming back home. My instincts never lie. I get there, don't see anyone doing the 1:1, i'm wondering what's going on with that. I get behind the nurse's station and was told that i might have to work P hall cos they sent someone to the hospital with the person who was supposed to work there.

P hall is the worst hall to work. The most unstable patients are put there, they have the tendency to wake up early, plus there are camera's in each room, so u have to actually stand there and see the patients breathe and check the bathroom every 15mins and it is the largest hall so u have more distance to cover. There was no way, as tired as i was that i was going to do P hall and stay awake all 8 hours. Besides doing the 15min checks in each room, i would have to file the flow sheets, and make new nurses notes and then get vitals signs on all the patients later in the morning. If there was an admission, i would have to search the patient and do the initial assesment. I didn't sign up for that.

So the person who told me i might be doing P hall said i should wait and talk to the charge nurse. I turned around and walked back to my car. Instead of me to drive away like i planned, i wanted to give the charge nurse the courtesy of telling her i was leaving. Stupid! I should have known she won't let me leave when they were short staffed. So after talking to my friend who basically told me to make my own decision and stick to it, i went back in (big mistake) and told the charge nurse i wante to leave, of course she said i couldn't. So i went to speak to the lady i was supposed to take over from and she made me call the scheduler who promised me the 1:1. Long story short, scheduler said she will call me back and she didn't.

So i left abruptly without speaking to the charge Nurse again. I feel bad because i like the charge nurse and would not have left her stranded on a good day but i was TIRED. Now i think they probably have a bad impression of me. I should have just driven away the first time, i would have felt much better.

I don't know if i would be fired cos of this (probably), but like they say, i should have quit while i was ahead.

Yessir!

If you can't tell by now from reading my posts, i'll go ahead and spit it out. I am a moody person, have always been since i was a kid. Weird personality, what else can i say about that. I'm still brainstorming ideas for my blogsville gist blog. I'm excited about it, you should be too! Why?!!! Because i said so.

I've got two weeks to go at my lab...... Yes sir!!!! I'm all smiley and happy now at work cos i see light at the end of the tunnel. That job did not suit my personality at all. It's like been a personal assistant, but for a lab instead of a human being. I am the research tech, and i guess if u want to break it down in simple English, i manage the day to day running of the lab. Including, the monthly paperwork for the financial transactions.

Sting, when i open the oxygen tank it makes a noise
Sting, we saw a screw fall off the chair
Sting, order this!!!!
Sting, order this ASAP!!!!!
Sting, what happened to my order?
Sting, when is it arriving? It hasn't arrived? Why?!!!
Sting, something's wrong with the HPLC
Sting, the sonicator is not working right
Sting, i need 16gels made every day for the rest of this week
Sting, the scissors for perfusions are no longer sharp. Sharpen it, somehow!
Sting, we have double litters in the breeding colony, don't let that happen again!
Sting, i need you to do my petty cash reimbursements.
Sting, the red light is on on the water filter
Sting, the sink is blocked
Sting, our key is sticking in the lock
Sting, I didn't get my grant bank statement, go locate it.
Sting, kiss my ass and don't forget to wipe it afterwards!

Thank you GOD! It's about to be over.

Mscheewwww

Make una see as i don dey sabotage my life o! E be like say person dey voodoo me, no be small thing. I'm so irritable these days, every thing annoys me.

Anyhoo, i have booked my flight to go find an apartment next weekend. My maama is coming with me, hopefully i find an affordable place with covered parking and heat included in the rent. I no fit dey shovel snow everyday. Cold wan kill me for Atlanta, only God know how i will survive over there. I'm really really mentally tired.

To be honest, i don't think i know how to be happy. I just fill my life with all these activities so i don't have time to think. I don't know what to do with myself when i'm not working. I can't relax, i don't enjoy my free time. After much talk about quitting my hospital job, i couldn't bring myself to turn in my two weeks notice. I scheduled my last working day to be May 16th and was supposed to quit officially on the 31st but i couldn't do it. The weekend i didn't work was just weird. I ended up going in on the 29th but i hated every moment of it. I just can't stand being there. What's wrong with me?

My last day at the lab is the 19th of this month. I am looking forward to it, esp since i'm going to get paid until the end of July (i didn't get paid in Feb). I can't wait to stop but at the same time, i am scared that i would go crazy out of my mind if i'm not occupied.

That crazy dog is over there snoring like everything is right with the world, when it isn't. I should go and wake him just for the hell of it. I have to take him to the vet tomorrow for some bootleg skin infection. Only God knows the hundreds of dollars i'm going to spend. That vet is just fleecing the hell out of me.

P.S. How do u stop fighting with someone you really nice and who is very sweet to u but for whatever reason you guys can't stop fighting?

Interesting Stuff

Salaam,

Blogsville is getting really interesting with all the (pseudo) controversy that is going on. Hmm... i might just stick around after all. As you can see from the top of my blog, i am starting a new blog, titled blogsville gist. This idea has been in the works for a while now, i actually wrote my first post on March 1st, but i kept the blog under wraps as i was still trying to figure out what direction i wanted to go with blogging.

Why blogsville gist? Honestly, 2 things. I saw the template and fell in love with it. I just had to use it, but i didn't want it for this blog. The second reason is really very selfish, i saw myself kinda pulling away from blogsville. I hardly read other blogs and i generally was losing interest. I felt like if i started a blog that focused on other blogs on blogsville, it would help me keep up with reading blogs. No, i'm not going to be a blog critic. I think if ur blog sucks, u probably already know it :-) (just kidding). Besides, i'm all about unifying and not pulling people apart.

So people, kindly stop by my latest project and leave suggestions as to what you would like to see. This is still very much a work in progress, but i have a feeling that it would turn out to be a good thing.

Wetin now? - Repost

I wrote this post over a year ago, April 5th 2008 to be precise, and i find that this is still valid. You people haven't repented and changed ur ways. I still dey vex!


I dey vex seriously. What's up with all u bloggers out there that have word verification on ur comment section? Na punishment? I just want to write a comment and click send without having to strain my eyes to decipher nonsense letters. I think all u bloggers who have word verification should be seriously fined and all the money should go to me to compensate for my pain and suffering. Initially, it wasn't a lot of people that had it, now it's like an epidemic that has overtaken blogsville. I know they say it reduces spam comments, but make una talk true, how many of una don get spam comment b4? Abeg, i think this punishment needs to end soon.

And while we are on the subject of things that are vexing me on blogsville, come!, what's with the music on everyone's blog? First of all, person no fit sneak read blog for work without drawing attention to myself. As soon as page load, music go just dey blast for person ear. Secondly, i'm one of those people that cannot read and listen to music at the same time. Trust me. Listening to the music always wins over reading. My brain cannot handle those two tasks efficiently cos i enjoy both, and i need to give each undivided attention. Na blog i come read, no be music i come listen to abeg.

Lastly, what's with the pop up windows for comments? I am an amebo, and i want to click on the link of people who left interesting comments on other people's blogs so i can read their blogs. No oh! Those stupid pop up windows won't let u do that in peace. Instead it would open another tab in the already small pop up window. I don't know if it's cos i use firefox, but still, e dey vex me.

Alright, i feel so much better. No offense to anyone who is GUILTY of the above crimes. You all just need to contact me with regards to where to send ur fines to. I haven't set an amount yet, but i accept cash and kind. I am an equal opportunity collector. Nothing is too much!

Oh and i have to add this, People please break ur posts in paragraphs GODDAMMIT! There's a purpose for their existence. It makes it easier to read ur post!

Also, how una go do audio post come get music player at the same time. How that one want take happen?

Anger

I need to stop taking myself and life so seriously. I used to think that i have a great sense of humor and can laugh at myself. I don't know how true that is any more. I still like to laugh, that's why anyone who makes me laugh is sure to be my friend. But i just get so angry, so frequently these days over little stuff. I have a short fuse, always have, but it has been under control these last couple years.

I used to have frequent out of control outbursts, but that has been under wraps until not too long ago when i got mad at the moms. I'm just tired of being angry all the time, or being pissed at people who i shouldn't give a shit about. I know life is too short, but i don't think i've been acting like i know that.

I need to get this fiery temper of mine under control before i develop high blood pressure or get an aneurysm. It's so not worth it at all.

Maybe i should take anger management classes. The intensity of my anger is not the problem at the point, it's the frequency. I no know wetin dey worry me o!

I've been deceived!

All this while i thought I had a Yorkie/Apso a la freaking mutt! This was Lenie about a month after i got him. Ignore the dirty floor, my imaginary maid failed to show up that day. You best believe he was fired! Lenie loved his little cow toy, he used to sleep with it back then.


This is Lenie last month after i did a hack job on his face. It was supposed to be a "trim", but let's just say Thank God you can't see his face. He's still a cutie though. I love his curls, he looked like a teddy bear. You need to see him dance with all the hair, he's the cutest.
Have you guys heard the saying that ignorance is a disease? I hope you believe it cos it's true.

So i decided to do the responsible thing and take him to the groomer, even though i had vowed never to do that again. The last time i took him there in December, i ended up spending $61 and i was very dissatisfied with how he looked. I don't have that kind of money to be throwing away.

Anyway, after giving him the hack job of a hair cut in April, he sort of grew into it, but i decided to bath him 2 weeks ago, and i let him air dry which i have never done before. I usually don't brush him regularly cos his hair is so silky and hardly ever gets tangled. Somehow, somehow sha, his hair got matted on his ears. I was able to comb one ear out, but couldn't get the matt out of the other ear.

So i got to the groomer and they asked me how short i wanted his hair, long and short of the story was i asked for a summer cut or rather i agreed to a summer cut. Hmm! After 5 freaking hours, i got a call to come get Lenie. I was missing the little guy. Everything just felt weird without him in the house. I rush down there, and was once again! shocked at the $51 bill i had to pay. When they finally brought my dog, i did a double take. The girl was rushed cos it was almost 6pm and she was grooming another dog, so i looked at the dog that she brought for me carefully cos i didn't believe that was my dog. The dog was so eager to leave and just pulled me out of the store, but when i got outside i had to stop and make sure it was my dog o! I couldn't believe what i was seeing.


This can't be Lenie! This is a freaking rat-chihuahua looking dog!!!!!! Apparently, summer cut means to shave the hell out of the dog, God forbid there's an inch of hair left. Here's the kicker, she left the tail all fluffy, exactly as it was when his body was full of hair. I was too shocked to notice that little tidbit until i got home.

Check out the fluffy tail. He was as miserable as he looked in that picture. I guess it takes some getting used to looking like a rat-chihuahua!

Dude was so ready to get to bed. I guess it's easier to forget how you look like when you are asleep. I'm still getting used to him looking like a lizard/weird looking mammal. Who knew that underneath all that fluffy hair was a whole nother scary looking animal. My dog doesn't look good without hair, but i bet he'll thank me for it when it gets really hot, and trust me it's disgustingly hot in the summer in ATL. I do like the way his face was cut though, he's still a cutie.