Forced Friendship reminds me of Freshman Year

I have a new roommate! A real, warm body that speaks to me in American English. Do you know how freakishly cool that is?!?!?! I just hope she likes me or doesn’t think I’m completely insane. I mean, I have been slowly losing sanity (my favorite pastimes are now bug killing, bug watching, and reading). So it’s a little like freshman year of college. You don’t really know who you’ll end up living with but you have to share a small space no matter what. At least overseas, the chance that the person is semi-cool is pretty good. And it turns out, my new roommate is. We get along so far, so success! Yay for forced friendships.


Mmmmm candy. I love candy so much more here than I do in the USA. Probably because it’s just harder to come by. But now I have been snacking on Starbursts, Haribo gummies, and Jolly Ranchers. My teeth are going to rot but my tummy is happy.

My package from a friend included trashy celeb magazines and girly magazines. I’m pretty sure Cosmo is probably illegal in Africa but I now have a copy sitting on my floor. YAY for entertaining reading. Problem is: any sex tips I learn… can’t exactly use them… Oh well. I’ll just have to save them in my memory for when I’m less worried about the prevalence of HIV…

We watched Pretty Woman last night. My thoughts go something like this: “Wow that is an oldie but a goody. Julia Roberts is HOT. See, being a hooker could lead to successful things. I want a rich guy! I want a bubble bath, champagne, strawberries, and unlimited use of a credit card!!!”