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Saturday, June 27, 2009

For the first time in a while I've been really happy.
I called Garrett a Thursday, because I thought he was moving Friday.
We had a conversation about nothing really, but it was amazing.
He said, "Even though we didn't hang out too much the time we spent together was great."
And when we we're about to hang up, I said "I love you" and he responded "I love you too, sweet dreams" I lived on that sentence all of Friday. Garrett makes me feel like a special person. Every word he says means a lot to me, and I felt really bad for him. Rather than hanging out with friends everyday this summer, he's been laying down mulch and packing to move to Massachusetts.
He seemed pretty sad too, but he was still the same 'ole sweet Garrett. He left today and I haven't cried yet, I'm actually really happy that I had the Chance to talk to him before he left. He's a great person and even though he left all his friends behind in Michigan, I know he's going to make a lot of really great new ones. Like Nina said "He's gonna find some hot chick in Boston and bang her" I don't doubt that either because he is a really gorgeous guy. Hahaha it was a lunch table joke, so I don't expect anyone but me to find it funny.
Any whoo, me and my mom sorta patched things up. She is like my best friend so it's very hard not to forgive her. But having a best friend for a mom can really suck, because we can get into fights like friends do. But at the end of the day I love her, and she loves me, even if we live in completly different states, I tell her everything and she does the same to me. Most people can't do that with their mom. It's sorta the same with my brother, I can talk to him about anything. We literally spend time together making "That's what she said" jokes and talking about how gross fake boobs are. It's because me and him had shed off our sibling rivalry a long time ago, and realized that even though we're two different people, we've been though everything together so we sorta have the general idea of how we feel. And there's my dad usually he's very hard to talk to, but we really bonded on my way to work Wednesday. We talked about when we all lived in Africa, it was just great to know about my family there and what it was like when we all lived in Ghana. Living with my dad and brother with the occasional company from Lesley-Anne (The girlfriend of my father) and having my mom be all the way in New York can be tough, but sometimes... Ugh, I lost my train of thought my dad sorta pissed me off while I was writing this sentence, but you get the idea.
I'd also just like to say thank you to those who read this blog. I know I don't get like a gazillion comments but the few that I get are enough to make me happy. You guys are very great people, and I'm happy to know that I'm not just writing this to myself. So thank you very very uber much (:


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The video below also contributed to a lot of comic relief, I watched it with my brother.
Warning: You may have trouble breathing when watching this moving because of the large amount of laughter you will be doing.




Can't fit in the box.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


Lately I haven't feeling that happy.
I'm a very insecure person. I always pick myself into bits.
I weigh to much, I'm to ugly.... etc. I know that these things aren't true, but I've convinced myself into believing that they are. And it doesn't help what my friends say, they call me fat a lot. Most of my friends are absolutely beautiful. Being around pretty people all the time can really ruin a person's self esteem. I constantly compare myself to them, how awkward and ugly I am.
My mom also expects me to be this barbie doll, with long hair and perfect features and blah blah blah. Whenever she realizes that I am not barbie she goes on this rant about everything that's wrong with me. And it hurts, because no matter how hard I try I can never be the Abena that she wants, and I feel no matter what I do I'm undeserving of my mothers love. She's hurt me so many times, in so many ways and she doesn't get the pain that I feel when she goes on her rants. She doesn't know that I feel inadequate to her grace and beauty. She doesn't know that I'm scared that she might love the imaginary me and care nothing for the real one.

Ugh... I hungry, I'll just get a glass of water, like usual.

b.t.w Windows webcam, sorry its crappy quality, my brother was on the mac so I took the picture on my laptop.

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Alpha Kenny Body

Sunday, June 21, 2009
I was on Facebook the other day, and I was tagged in an interesting picture.

I was sitting in a computer lab with some friends, and so I tried saying it 3x fast, but I still didn't understand it, so I asked my friend Taylor and she said it 3x fast, she didn't get it either. We both tried saying it a few more times, and the guys sitting in front of us were glaring//and cracking up. I told them to stop staring at us, and then Me and Taylor finally decided that we wouldn't understand it untill we asked some one, so I commented, saying that I didn't get it.

Before you read the response to my comment, make sure your parents aren't in the room. If they aren't try saying it three (or more) times fast.

















And here are some of the comments:
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I laughed so hard when I found out that I was saying "I'll fuck anybody"
hahahaha, any whoo...profanities, and whoreish-ism is gross. (:



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Like a Mustache

Saturday, June 20, 2009


It sorta feels weird to write this.
I've never tried blogging before...soo
This very post is the end of my erm...Blogginity?
I suppose that would be what be how you would put it.
Well, seeing as nothing remotely interesting happened today,
this blog has no purpose.
Well anywhoo I suppose I'm suppose to talk about myself.
Hola my name is Abena,

I'm very annoying, Loud, pushy, and on occasion I'm manipulative.
But like a mustache I will grow on you.
Well unless your Native American, I don't think they can grow mustaches.
Hmm...Neither can Tarzan, notice how he lived with gorillas his entire life
without shavers, and yet he lacks facial hair. But Tarzan isn't Native American,

because gorillas aren't Native to America (correct me if I'm wrong.)
Well that's a major Plot flaw to me.

I bet I'd look delicious with a mustache, why yes what a lovely thought



Me Vs Tarzan
Battle of The stache




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