Read Diary of a psycho girlfriend III
Dear Diary,
They invited me to their stupid show, the stupid social director just wanted cool publicity, being one of the movers and shakers or the school (I am seriously doubting that), I was told my graceful presence is needed, my feeble protests and refusal didn’t budge them and my stupid roommate played the good one by acting like one stupid fairy godmother, I am still pissed, sad, mad at everything and everyone but the urge to throw things or cry into my pillow has reduced, am even thinking less about Jhay.
My roommate put me through bathing, wearing clothes and makeup, i told her to keep the makeup as light as possible, just lip gloss and mascara, the two stupid girls that stay in the next room-Natasha and Farida brought their stupid noses to try and get a little scoop here and there, probing me about my erratic behaviour and tears, my roommate for the first time wasn’t stupid, and she shushed them up by telling em am crying for a lost puppy!.
So, two stupid friends of ours were supposed to come pick us up at the hostel and take us to the event at the school’s stadia, I hate what am wearing and I care less what anybody thinks, my roommate jabbering to remove the black top and replace it with another colour fell on deaf ears. I am feeling so Emo, black speaks my mind better than any other stupid colour.
The two stupid friends came eventually and we left the hostel around 5:49pm, the event has started already, stupid students were screaming on top of their voices, I refused to get down from the car, until I was told really horrible things could happen to people sitting in a car in such a gathering at that time of the day. So I grudgingly followed them and we we were able to get a seat at the pavilion, my annoyance multiplied the moment I sat down, and I had to force myself to watch whatever nonsense Patoranking had got to offer on stage, who told him the Jamaican thing suits him anyway? Trash, stupid artist.
I was still cussing my roommate for convincing me to come for this rubbish when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, with annoyance written all over my face with the boldest wrinkle I turned and stared into white! No I mean he was wearing white, all white which is like a total opposite of my all black.
With the deafening screams of stupid students watching the show, he stretched forth his hand, I could not make sense off what he was saying but when he removed the stupid shade (only stupid people wear shades in the evening) he has got on, my mouth fell open..
Heaven!!! This is heaven!!!



I am not cute or built to suit a fashion model size, but when i start to tell them, they think am telling lies, i say, it is in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips. I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman,that's me - Maya Angelou.


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