Wedding Bells

No, no, no! Not mine, so stop getting excited. Well, at least not mine to my knowledge anyway.

Yesterday, I went 4 a wedding with my mom & grandma (though I was plannin on not going). We attended Igbo church (yes, they have that here), and though I usually do not like going (because those women gossip 2 damn much!), yesterday I decided to go. I had no idea there would be a wedding during the service. I didn’t really enjoy it cause all it did was make the service longer (as if 2.5 hours isn’t already too long for a Catholic Church!). I decided to go 4 the reception too (thereby missin a new episode of Charmed…darn!), and I guess it was okay. I didn’t like the DJ cause I thought he stunk like a skunk, but anyways…. if one more person tells me about how ripe I am for marriage ehn….! there will be hell 2 pay!

Here’s one little (or maybe not so little) problem I have been having: my right breast has been itching the hell outta me! Not the nipple oh, just the other part. It’s the type of itch you just gotta scratch, but then I don’t wanna open my skin, and i’m kinda starting 2 get tired of just slapping it 2 stop the itch. Besides, it hurts and it doesn’t even relieve the itch. All it does is make it sting and make me wanna scratch it even more. What could this mean? When I was little (and didn’t have breast), my cousin used to say it meant it needed 2 be sucked, but somehow I think she was just deceiving me. I doubt it will be a good idea if I ask some1 to do that… besides…. well, never mind that issue 4 now.

You know, sometimes, you think you know someone, and then you realize that you really don’t. I don’t know how married couples do it, 4 real. How do they deal with each other’s short comings? I mean, what happens when one partner realizes the other one is a bonafied liar?

Have I ever told you of how much I dream of becoming someone’s wife? I’m not tryna toot my own horns, but I know I will make a damn good wife. If only you knew what plans I got, I bet you’ll be running to propose 2 me right about now. I believe I will be a good wife, which is why i cannot settle 4 less. I refuse 2 settle down with someone who cannot meet me halfway. I know you might be wondering why I am talking about this, but never mind that, we’ll get back to it later.

Do you know that I have a chem assignment due tomorrow and I have not even started it? Go figure.

One last thing b4 I sign out 4 the day, I wanna make a confession. I’m very confused at this point about where my life is headed. I got so confused today that I started crying…. although that might have been my hormones (since I am currently shedding blood).

Speaking of shedding blood, yesterday (my 2nd day) was my heaviest (always is), so being @ a wedding was really not in my best interest. There’s nothing fun about constantly wondering if the pad may have shifted while you were dancing and bending down. Of course, I coulda sat my ass down, but I couldn’t help it. In spite of how much the DJ sucked, he still had some nice music. And 2 make it worse, the bathroom sucked! Ewww! I couldn’t go in there 2 expose the beauty between my legs in the name of changing a pad… no way! That’s how people catch thangz, u know?

Alright, I think I have said too much. I may be a little drunk… on caffeine. I drank a can of mountain dew 2day…. sshhh, don’t tell any1.

G’Nite.

*Vera slowly exits and signs out of d blogger network)*