**If anyone who happens to have attended the same secondary school with me or is currently enrolled in my university is reading this, please do not, I repeat, DO NOT poke fun at me. As odd as it sounds, these dreams have crossed my minds not as random ideas, but have frequently popped up in my head nearly every day.** And now, I proceed...
I love Hollywood, movies, I love The United States of America, I love Ellen DeGeneres, nearly all my role models one at one time or the other in my short life so far has been an American. Ben Carson, Oprah Winfrey, Ellen DeGeneres, Angelina Jolie, Paris Hilton (HELL NO!!!..Though I once used to wish I was her sister with the way her credit cards always got a good workout routine).The thing in particular I’m in ,ove with is the concept of individualism and freedom to express yourself, in anyway. Now I’m definitely not a fan of homosexuals, but the fact that they were allowed to be themselves, (and I know, YES they struggled to be accepted). Now they even have their own awards GLAAD awards.
Now a lotta people say, I like America so much because my life has literally been transfers from one prison to another. Home is a prison. Secondary school in a village ina dry state and now university in the worst possible northern state for me to finally have a brief taste of that freedom .yola...kai! Now yall are proly thinking im one of those girls who will go nuts once I have the chance. No I won’t. I’m smart enough to see where that often leads to.
Okay so back to my dreams. It started out with me watching E!’s true Hollywood stories and seeing how so many actors didn’t come from silver spoon backgrounds. Some of them were so shit poor, my imagination couldn’t even get to that level, and that is saying something. Then it progressed to me learning lines from movies I had seen. I also, began to notice the character roles that usually got Oscars. Most of them involved quite an amount of emotional breakdowns involving tears. I don’t mean your usual tears mixed with crying, I meant, silent tears or tears that came with speeches. I became fixated with them .Everyday, I would stand in front of the mirror and try to put myself in the characters shoes and cry. I only got as far as wetting my eyes with tears. None actually ever managed to spill over. Till I got my solution, I would watch a sad romantic movie and with that in mind, the tears would just come, or better still, I would listen to the soundtrack of the scene that brought me to tears.
I have dreams of becoming an actress someday, not permanently, though, I hate the paparazzi.I also have dreams of writing and producing a true life story. I don’t have huge plans and all. What I really still want to do is write, investigate and report news, but a little of Hollywood will make it all worthwhile.
P.S: I also wanna be a covergirl
P.P.S: and a supermodel
P.P.P.S: and a bestselling author
P.P.P.P.S: and erm...lol I was kiddn..bout the P.S-es ..well, except the cover girl part..for vogue or Elle to be precise.
You know you love me
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