An Introduction: Reader Meet... My Head

Happy New Year! The first week of New Year is over, time goes by so fast...

I've done this before, and I'm doing this again.

I left, and now I'm back, unpacked and I'm airing my laundry.

Do the metaphors quite fit what I'm after? I'm not sure, but I guess we'll find out.

I have a lot going on in my head, but who doesn't?

I've just been reminded by my friend on MSN, I'm multi-tasking, that I'm almost no longer a teenager. Yup, 12 days if you're in UK, 12 days and a bit (like 20 minutes) if you're on the East coast of America. There's a 5 hour difference but math is not currently a strength of mine.

For a while now I've had a lot of things I just wanted to talk about and I think in the end the wrong people have been hearing about it. Example, I miss my boyfriend a lot. I can't call him he's in Nigeria and I've been in trouble for having a high phone bill calling a guy who's now an ex in Africa - Ghana to be precise, this guy, my new love, is Nigerian. I know how to pick them right? Anyway I couldn't call him so I tried to talk to this guy on MSN that I think likes me (an invitation to his University overnight sounds more than a friendly invitation right?) so I go looking for attention else where. Serves me right he was sleeping... Well he hasn't replied my messages all day and we've only just re-started speaking this week. I felt like a major desperate loser, which I know I'm not, but the feeling serves me right... And I did talk to my boyfriend today, it's not like he doesn't call... Guilty much? Maybe...

I talked to another ex who needs my help finding a job. He's married, cheated on his wife, and now I get to deal with both of them. My fault for being so curious as to what his life is without me, now I'm stuck with the situation - kind of... Long story. He's also Ghanian and good friends with the other Ghanian I mentioned. That's also a long story...

So purpose of this post? This blog is me. For the first time, even with my old blog I can say whatever I want to say, because no one knows me. I won't tell everyone in my excitement I have a blog because I've been there, done that. I can actually, for once, say everything I want and ask for opinions. Declaration of internal independance? Not sure. Does that even make sense? You tell me.

I'm an African-American female who has been very protected and I'm looking to stretch my limits, experince things, not too painful, document them for theraputic reasons, and hopfully approach my up-coming semester in Uni with a new and open mind. We'll see.