Midweek Moanings

Hi there,
It feels like I haven’t posted here in ages.

School has really resumed with actual lectures and it’s very very hectic already. I already have 2 presentations and one assignment due.

My friend’s birthday was yesterday so we went to Ozone and the only movie we were remotely interested in was Ted 2. It was hilarious and there was this reaaaalllllyyyy nasty scene in it. We also went to Silver Cafe in ECentre and we did a little karaoke. It’s really not bad if you get over the smoke.

We haven’t had light for over a week. I don’t understand what is going on in my hostel. I feel like we’re being ripped off. There’s no water, no light and they aren’t turning on the generator. So what exactly am I is my father paying for.

I’m trying to improve on my left handwriting. It’s not so bad. I can say that it’s better than some people’s normal handwriting.

Check out my review of Saving Dapo by @seunodukoya here

You should also check out all the awesome stories shortlisted for Writivism 2015 and this funny article in the NewYorker about comprehension passages.

I really don’t have anything to talk about. Just needed to post something here. I’ve been thinking of what to talk about, but I’m drawing blanks. If there’s something you’d like me to talk about, you can drop a comment, tweet at me @deaduramilade or send me an email (Ltawaq@gmail.com)

Grace & Peace


Friday Musings and Ramblings

I’m back with my random ramblings.

The other day, I was thinking about the video about how women say “sorry” a lot, even when they don’t need to. This was because I realised that I was saying sorry a lot when I didn’t need to. If someone is standing in my way, I should say “Excuse me” not “Sorry, can you move” or “Sorry, please excuse me” or just plain “sorry.”
I haven’t done anything wrong, so why do I keep apologising? I don’t get it.
I’m trying to consciously stop saying “sorry” when I don’t need to.

I’ve been sleeping without an alarm for over a month and it’s definitely one of my better decisions. I sleep well and I always wake up with enough time to get ready for school. The only time I broke my no alarm rule was when I stayed up till around 3am reading for an exam that was at 9am. Set my alarm for 5am so I could wake up, prepare to go to school and revise for my exam in good time.

Help 500 Rape Survivors Get Psychosocial Services
STER Initiative is trying to raise funds to provide support for rape victims. We want to provide medical, financial, psychological and social support so that these women (and men) who have suffered different forms of abuse heal and so that they can provide for themselves, so they don’t find themselves in situations where they might fall back into the cycle of abuse. You can find more information and make your donations here. You can donate as little as $10 (less than N2,000). We need to raise $5,000 by the end of June. Think of it as your $10 will get help for 1 rape victim. 

Exams have been going well. I have three more papers from Monday to Wednesday. Then holiday after. I have no idea how long the holiday will last. I doubt that it’d be more than two weeks.

At this point, I’m practically managing my data. Life is hard without work that pays.

I think my relationship with God is improving. I’m nowhere near where I used to be and I haven’t been to church in ages, but I’m praying more and talking to Him more and reading my bible more.

I’m already tired of June rains. Ugh. There’s still July to get through. It’s so coooooold.

I’m missing someone. It sucks. And there’s nothing I can do about it which makes it suck even more.

I have a niece. I don’t know if I mentioned that already. My brother’s wife had a son. I have lots of nieces and nephews but from cousins and so on. This is my first actual niece. I’m not sure how I feel about babies at the moment. I still have a long time to decide.

I’ve been hearing that my friends are getting married and having children. Admittedly, a lot of my friends are like 10 years (or more sef) older than me, but it makes me wonder. I know that people have different levels of maturity and it is said that I am a very mature person, but I still believe that 20/21/22 is too young to be married. You don’t even know who you are. I think. Well, maybe you never really know who you are, but that’s beside the point.

I have been watching a loooot of movies. I think I’ve watched 14.5 movies + season 3 of House of Cards in the past 3 days. I’ve also finished reading one of the books that I got from the @BookBarterNG book exchange at TPL4.

Speaking of, I’m still trying to find a suitable venue for June’s book exchange. Can’t be outdoors because rain. I need a good place in the Yaba area (epp me plix. If you know anywhere).

Back to movies. I’ve confirmed learnt 3 things from my movie watching marathons. 1. I’m a mushball crybaby. 2. I’m a scaredy-cat and I’m not ashamed. 3. I’m definitely not getting dolls for my babies. [I watched The Conjuring. Or 20 minutes of it. That should explain it]

Also, Links I Love continues tomorrow!

You guys? What have y’all been up to? or pondering?
Any comments on all of the above?

Behind My Blog Name

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This is one of the topics from my last 30 Day Challenge that I didn’t do.

My blog name is pretty straightforward, I think.

It is “Out of My Head”  So my blog is every thing that comes out of my head. Things I think about.

It used to be Lade’s Blog, but then I wanted to register it on the Nigerian Blog Award listing and I didn’t want it to be just “Lade’s Blog”. So I thought of random things and “Out of My Head” stuck.

The tagline used to be “random musings of little me” because I was little when I opened the blog.
But then I thought: Lade, you’re not always going to be little, you’ll grow old.

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18 Is An Awkward Age


I turn 18 in a few weeks.

I’m excited about turning 18 and on the other hand I’m afraid.… Okay, maybe not afraid. I’m being melodramatic.

18 is an awkward age. It is a much anticipated age and at the same time a much dreaded age.

18 is that awkward age where you’re an adult but not officially one. Because you’re still a teen. You’re “legal” but not fully “legal

You can buy alcohol. You can drink. You can drive. You have freedom.
It’s fun, it’s exhilarating, it’s wonderful
18 is when “you’re no longer a child”

When you’re 18, you’re thought of as a “responsible adult”. No more excuses for your recklessness. You can’t hide behind. “I’m still a child”.

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