What would they say

I have this really strange habit. When i read about a death in the papers or hear of the death of someone, the first thing I do is take to the web to get a glimpse of what they looked like, what they did, who they were. Often facebook and google search or some friend of a friend's satisfies that thirst for knowledge but today, as I hear of another young stranger that has died, I begin to ask myself what would people find from me, that says who I am? My facebook is tightly locked and my blog is as anonymous as anonymous can be. So really, what could they say? So maybe I should have a say in who i am and what im about

1) I dont know what i want to become but i do know I want to be someone that matters, in a profession that helps people, not only a profession that makes money
2) I attended SJC, one of the three in the country and despite the fact that back then i hated being called a convent girl, i proclaim it bravely and proudly today.
3) I cry easily, not to get attention but because i often feel overwhelmed
4) I suffer from trichotillomania, trichophagia and hyperhydrosis
5) I love love love to read and i love to frequent the formerly $10 used book store in chaguanas
6) I used to love love love dating and love love love boys, now im sort of a feminist
7) I hate girls who act oblivious to their boyfriend's infidelities or excuse it as normal male behaviour
8) I could see myself working for the U.N
9) I think breaking up with someone is one of the hardest things to do but sometimes it has to be don
10) Where the eff is my prince charming?
11) Only my friends understand me
12) I think its imperative teachers undergo teachers training before they begin to teach
13) I love Indian movies, like obsessed and its kind of strange that my indian friends make fun of me for it
14) I love that i pushed with my spanish to Cape Level because i secretly enjoy evesdropping on tourists
15) I have one bff in the world who doesnt even know about this blog


Thats just a bit of who I am.  more pieces of my obit to follow as the chapters of the comedy called my life ensues

the flu

ugh i h8 the flu i feel disgusting, am roasting and sound oh so attractive

I dont wanna go back

Im crying right now because as is all things with my life, what;'s bad can only get worse... Im afraid of having to sit in class. Im afraid that she'll announce that she failed me. Im afraid of being lonely and hearing everyone else proclaim that they passed. I passed the exams, got B+ and A's but failed cuz she told me I would. The only thing I know for sure is that I really do like Developmental Psych ( what i really really wanted to do) reaffirmed by the fact that I didnt study but pulled off an 82.  I need strength for this upcoming semester because right now, I only foresee turning back and going home in a week

Witch 1: Me:0

Idk what to do, after giving me a personal phone call telling me i passed the course, she fails me

Karma

Is having fun taking in the mini drama brewing between the members of the Bissembar family (karma) and fake profiles. It makes absolutely no sense fighting with people who hide behing a pc

The visit

Today I paid 500 dollars to be shrunk by a shrink. And I realized that there is a legitimacy in what Im studying, there is some need for the profession. As it was know, ive been really down and feeling alone. Truth is few people understand me and unless they do, they'll hate me or think im quite immature. But truth is today i saw that maybe i just need to forge through all the BS, get my MSC and just say FU to the haters. And maybe in a few years i can just wave a few hundred dollar bills in your face and say suck it

Its not real until I buy a ticket....

I  so refuse to buy a ticket although I know i run the risk of missing my first class. I dont want to go bk 2 that hell hole. Anyway enough bitching about my life being a perfect graveyard for buried hopes (thank you Anne of Green Gables). I agreed to step out of my house with Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort in my case is the most evils of evil boyfriends I had, he lied, he cheated, he cried, i forgave, he lied, he cheated, he cried i forgave, he lied and i said gtfo my house! The cycle ended. But recently I reopened that channel by answering the phone n such, but do I want him back???? Oh hell no! Forward ever backward never is the mantra with exes and i think all girls should adopt it. An ex is an ex for no reason, I digress... Anywho so i agreed to go out with him manana, why? I now need some lie to get myself out of it. Yes I said lie because no way on God's green earth am I getting into a vehicle with He Who Shall Not Be Named