SIXTEEN! Yup, that's me. An awkward 16 year old girl.... I suppose many might assume that I would drone on and on about boys on this blog, but really, what boys will I drone on and on about? I guess, in all honesty, this blog is used for me to talk endlessly about myself. Yes, I am a conceited teenager who believes the world revolves around me. Wait, I take that back, I think the world is all about me, I mean this is my story.
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I just left in the middle of that to go wash my hands because I just killed a bug that flew over my laptop, with my bare hands. Sometimes I think bugs have this idea that they should fly near me because they will live. I think they mistakenly thought I was a beautiful flower or something. I don't see the resemblance, but apparently they do.
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Where was I... Oh yes, how the world revolves around me. I lied. I don't actually believe that. I like to start off confident but then astonish everyone with my low self-esteem. Sometimes I think the world is purposely ignoring my pleas for a perfect life. But you know, as my fellow teenagers say, 'whatevah'.
I suppose I should tell you my life story since this is my first post.
I have a pretty good family. We are currently residing in the good ol' US of A. And for all those stalkers, we live in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and sometimes we swim to the Indian ocean to spice things up. We even partake in story telling time in the inside of a volcano.
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Another bug just flew at me. I tried to kill it but missed. I am seriously going to have to invest in a Venus fly trap to get rid of these monstrosities.
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I was born in Ethiopia and I have, like many Ethiopians, survived on enjera (traditional Ethiopian bread) and wat (traditional sauce to put on the traditional bread).
I came here when I was 4 and the first interaction with Americans, I had was on the plane. They were an elderly white couple who were having a moment and I was a skinny little girl staring at them. It never occurred to me that my staring was weird, because I had never seen white people before in real life. But then again, I was 4 and very sheltered back home. As my staring persisted, this couple tried to engage me in conversation which lead me to be even more curious because I barely spoke a lick of English.
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The bug is back. It's treading on a thin line now. When it gets close enough, I will kill it....
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I would have stared at them longer if the lady with the cart didn't run over my foot and alerted my parents to my rudeness. So then I was forced to turn my whole body around and stretch my neck to stare at this couple. I had eventually gotten really tired at one point and fell asleep. But to this day, I had never forgotten that American couple.
I guess, my memory of that plane ride was pretty good and the whole ordeal hadn't affected me in any way. But it is still a funny story.
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I'm done with these bugs! it's almost like they don't want to live. I just saw one fly past me and right after that another had the nerve to get near me. I JUST KILLED ONE OF YOUR KIND! I AM THE ENEMY WITH BIG EARTHQUAKE MAKING HANDS, YOU ARE A PUNY BUG THAT HAS NOTHING! NOTHING!!!!
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Stay tuned for the next post cause it's only gonna get weirder.
