When the mountain was I still believed...
YEAAH! I finally got to see an episode of The OC, and nearly had a heart attack with the pure Bejimality of the show. It was the lame episode where Jimmy Cooper gets punched in the face at Cotillion, and is it just my imagination, or has everyone gotten better looking as the season progressed? Most specifically, has Benjamin McKenzie gotten better looking as time goes on, or is it just me?

Blogger ate the last half of this entry. I give up.

Slide on over and accept fate: it's bound to be a powerful thing.
I feel still woozy. Could be the tea, could be the lack of substance food. Could be anything, really.
But you know what? I had a nightmare last night. It involved Jake, a HUGE moth and spiders. In the end, the spiders ate me. Which was absolutely horrible. I still feel really creeped out about it, and i don't want to go back to bed, even though I am completely and absolutely exhausted.
I woke up this morning, completely and utterly convinced that it was Friday, adn that (joy of all joys) i could sleep in on saturday. Not so. It's thursday. Stupid thursday. Getting in the way of my friday.

Seven Days.

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When you're falling...
As I sit here typing this, a number of rubber trees are being carried (rather unceremoniously) past my desk. Seeing as the people carrying them are short, all i see is the tree-tops bouncing by.
Every once in awhile I'll wake up and hear the monkeys in the trees and think to myself "I really hope they don't climb into my bedroom" and "why on earth do they have to make such a racket at 5AM?" Sometimes my life here feels surreal. I mean, I have swam in shark and crocodile infested waters. I have seen baboons, giraffes and elephants (among other animals.). I have been in the places that most westerners only see on those World Vision commercials, and I have adapted -- or at least done my best to adapt -- to a culture that was, four months ago, completely foriegn to me. I know the difference between the Zulu and Xhosa culture. And now, for me, this is normal. Every morning for the last three months I have woken up and cursed the Haw-De-Daws (the real name being the Ibis) for being so freaking LOUD in the morning. It's strange to think how normal everything has become for me.
I imagine Canada will take some getting used to.
I still can't wait to come home, though. Next thursday can't come fast enough for me. Because there is always soemthing drawing me back to where i belong: to my home.
And so.

Anyhow. I started reading The Shining yesterday. Scary. I debated putting it in the freezer at 11. Didn't, but debated it. We'll see how this goes.
I've got a 'homegroup' tonight. I really don't want to go. Maybe i won't: i don't know.
So yes.

eight days!

Under, over....sideways?
Beats me. But. I just had the MOST amazing discovery: my favourite place in all of africa; Msasa Books. Now, I know what you're thinking: I know that a bookstore could not be the best place on earth (why then, what would disneyland be? Merely happy?) but I tell you no lies, my friends. For a mere twenty dollars i purchased not just one but four good books.
1)The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood.
2)The Beach, Some guy.
3)The Shining, Stephen King
4)Some book translated from Italian many many years ago. But Hey -- i really like Italians, so hopefully it'll be okay. I almost got carried away and bought many more books, but realistically I wouldn't want to have to carry home eight million pounds of literature to Canada. I could always ship them home...but we'll see. Because they sure as hell are not staying here.

And on another, less wordy note, I had a song written for me. :D I love it. I need food -- I'm getting all moody. And i don't behave well when I don't have anything nummy in my tummy.

I'm on the switchboard right now.
Nine more days!

There is something subtly depressing about the four walls (3.25) of my cubicle. Being in here isn't the most pleasant experience I've ever had. It's aided by the fact that I don't like to throw away food, and the fact that there is nothing covering the gray wall. Not to mention that there is a sausage roll (3/4 eaten and almost a week old) in the corner, an empty coke can and a bunch of random papers.
Everything is so gray...

Jake happens to be my background du jour, and even though I spend most of my time with my desktop covered...when I DO see it, he makes me smile.

I'm sort of hovering between a good mood and a sad mood right now. I'm not sure WHY, other than the fact that I'm really tired today. which i shouldn't be, in all honestly. I went to bed early. Ish.
But no. I am so looking forward to coming home. I have been dreaming (literally) about sleeping in my own bed for the last two weeks. I can't wait to kick back, relax and just be me again. I don't know what it is, but I just haven't been able to really REALLY relax since i left home four months ago.

I also had a dream about someone from high school, but let's not go there.

I also find myself frustrated at people back home.

Ligwa, you're a wicked woman for sending me that postcard.

Reading through my last few posts...I realize how boring they are. But oh well. You'd think I'd have something exciting to say about AFrica--- but I'm just tired. I'm ready to come home.

Ten days. : )