Bush Life

I’ve been boggling my mind about what I should write about, I just have no idea. I think about it and my mind just goes blank, and I know what you’re probably thinking; You’re in Africa, how can you have nothing to write about? Well it sounds a lot cooler than it actually is, like I’m not trying to hate on Ghana but basically all that has happened since last time I wrote is that my back pack was stolen, I paid 12 Ghana Cedis (roughly $8) on a small pack of cheese at a white person market (AND it spoiled because the power was out for three days), and I made asian food with a Ghanaian, Alaskan, and a guy from Florida. 

Oh recently my mother started yelling at me for hiccuping. I told her I can’t help it but she insists it’s “bush life” and then she chuckles (not like, haha chuckle it’s this weird noise they make with their lips, it’s an insult when someone does it to you). So that’s how that’s going. 

So I’m kind of tripping out right now that Christmas is in less than a week and I’m still going to the beach and have the best tan I’ve ever had. It’s just a strange combo. One thing these past three months have taught me is that wherever I live I need snow. Christmas without snow is like cookies without chocolate chips, it’s Thanksgiving without a turkey, it’s America without McDonalds, you get my point? Basically it just isn’t right. This time a year ago I was helping my best friend put up her tree, it’s weird I haven’t even put up a tree at all, I haven’t played in snow, I haven’t put on gloves or a hat (not that I did much in the states), I haven’t sat on my couch wrapped up in my family’s angel blanket in my PJs drinking hot chocolate watching old, lame, but classic Christmas movies. It just isn’t truly Christmas.

Look at this I’m rambling on about snow I almost forgot to tell you guys. Well I go to a Christian school, i’m talking hard core, die hard Christians (well that is, the ones who aren’t prostituting themselves, and no, I’m not joking), and well there is this one girl, she’s the only one I can’t shake and she is determined to convert me. She’s given me two bibles and four Jesus books, I tell her i’m not into it and everything but some how she’s managed to get me to pray to god and ask him to write my name down in the book of life… yeah it’s that bad! That’s Ghana for you, if anyone has any advice as to how to get her the hell away from me, please, tell me!

 Well that’s about it. So seeing as i’ve been drawing blanks as to what to write about leave a comment telling me what you guys want to hear about, about Ghana, about me, about jesus freaks, anything and hopefully I’ll be able to write an exceptionally fulfilling blog.