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"Here is the promised wisdom grasshopper,
try not to spill any of it on you."
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AIM/AOL:  That Girl Lola
OK...if you haven't figured this out yet, I have a very quirky, sarcastic sense of humor. 

I love a good laugh and appreciate moral value.  I'm not the one to just  "sit there and look pretty," nor am I the type to care whether a person is in sweats or "Sean John."   I'd much rather use my time doing something more productive like arm wrestling or the electric slide. 

However, don't be fooled by my silliness. 
My most important (only) cause is Christ. I've been a true Christian (i.e. "saved") for nearly 3 years and I intend to walk that road alone or accompanied until I reach my destination.   I know it might sound a little odd but then again, so does the idea of "dry cleaning."
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Currently: 19 years old
(Born June 16, 1981)
"When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart's delight, for I bear your name, O LORD Almighty." ...Jeremiah 15:16
(in case you're wondering, My father is Nigerian and my mother is Norwegian)
GENE POLICE:  YOU!! Out of the Pool!
So, I woke up to the usual--a ringing phone.  "Where's mom?" the voice in the receiver demanded,  "Um, work?" I managed to whisper, "no wait, she's at the reunion." 

"Well, what are you doing today then?"  

I began to squirm like an ant under a magnifying glass..  My sister's probing ranks right  up there with Iraqi interrogation techniques and Chinese water torture.  To every question, my answer is always the same: "Um...I don't know?"  See, when dealing with
my sister, you have to be VERY careful of what you choose to say or not to say.  She's very clever when it comes to figureing out  what you "might be hiding."  However, as wiley as she is, she hasn't yet cracked the old "I don't know."  It's the safest response I know of.  Although, you could probably drive a person to insanity with that phrase.
The Lord's Prayer
Yoruba Version
    Baba wa ti mbe li orun, ki a bowo fun oruko Re, Ki ijoba Re de, Ife tire ni ki a se li aye, Bi won ti nse li onin.  Fun wa li ounje ojo wa loni Dari ese wa ji wa, bi a ti ndari ese ji awon ti o se wa, Ma fa wa sinu idewo: sugbon gba wa lowo bilisi, Nitori Ijoba ni tire, agbara ni tire, ogo ni tire lailai. Amin
"It isn't that I'm necessarily trying to hide anything but, when  "you're already in court for a speeding violation, don't bring up your unpaid parking tickets." 

Of course using the statement all the time probably doesn't improve my standings with my sister but at least she's given up trying to figure out what I might be hiding. By this time, she was probably wondering how I even got into college with brain activity like that.
So...like clockwork, I got the usual response: "Lola, what do you mean you don't know... Explain to me how it is possible for you to never know anything...What are you not telling me?...*sigh*....When does mom get home?"  (A few more minutes of this she'd become too exasperated to press me any further.)  I was hardly the little sister she expected or even probably wanted.  After occupying the days of my youth by eating her necklaces and cutting up her picture collections, she had probably expected an easier adult relationship.  Yet, instead of calling her and chirping on the phone about boys and hair, I was busy preaching about the evils of Sweet N' Low (the sugar subsitute) or stuttering through my answer of  "where in the h*** I got the idea that I was  *grown enough* to catch an attitude with Mom." All in all, I knew she loved me, and someday, she'd probably get the chance to see that I did know a little more about what was going on than I professed.  Either way, she'd probably still wonder how I could tie my own shoes...
HEY?! Where's the creme filling?
I shuffled off towards the bathroom and squinted at the mirror. 'Man, whatever happened to BEAUTY sleep?'   I paused  in front of my reflection for an extra moment--almost surprised it didn't crack.

As I tore the plastic sealing off the top of the bottle of listerine I'd purchased the previous evening, a displeased moan escaped my lips...
(*twilight zone music starts playing*) THE INEVITABLE...(*pause for suspense*)  CHILD-PROOF CAP!!!

The secret of the childproof cap had always eluded me.  This one was especially tricky.  It had a couple extra knobs and a few handy dandy directions etched into the top.  That must be why the gas station charged so much for it.  *sheesh*   Either that or, upon opening it, some unknown force would be unleashed into the atmosphere after a 2 million year captivity and cause an upset in the rotation of the earth and moon--reversing the cycle of the seasons and moving the hairpeice Gerald Kanke, an elderly Floridian, two inches to the left...well... maybe not.

Kodak moment: a 19-year-old college-student struggling with the child-safe cap on a listerine bottle--and losing. I'm not sure if that means the age of legal adulthood (18) needs to be raised or that I faked sick one too many times in the fifth grade.  Either way, no solution would come early enough to save my ego.  I was going to have to skip my usual pre-brush rinse today.   "Only me," I muttered to myself as I replaced the listerine bottle and reached for the toothpaste. 
I'VE TAKEN A VOW OF POVERTY
To annoy me, send money.
"Out of my mind,
Be back in five minutes"
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