- The list of things I have captured goes on. This weekend I punched a wasp in the face. And then I punched Mary because she got in the way of me punching the wasp.
- My friends are collecting this creepy campaign poster of a guy named Arafat. I am plotting to capture the real Arafat and marry him off to an American.
- My host family does not know this yet, but I have 134 toads under my bed. They sing me to sleep at night.
- I coordinated a synchronized swimming dance in the pool in Jinja. I was the finale. As it should be.
- I am addicted to kool-aid. It’s a problem. I have begun snorting the packets. The USP students are getting to liberal with their drinking of my kool-aid so I skip the water bottle and just inhale it.
- The last drum I made is secretly full of bees. Live bees. I am waiting patiently for someone to hit the drum and get a fun buzzy surprise. I hope I don’t forget and hit the drum myself…
- I have begun carrying around a man purse. You may think this sounds strange but it just looks so good on me. It is my African murse.
- I have become completely accustomed to men holding hands. I plan on continuing this trend in America. My man friend, Boniface, and I held hands after we went out for a nice dinner this weekend.
- I thought I was getting pretty good at the squatty potty. But this weekend I missed. BAD. It was a very poopy problem.
- I can now communicate with the monkeys. We have developed our own language that I call Monknatese. They tell me secrets about Africa.
*this post has been pirated and not original natebell material. i will hunt down the culprits and force them to play my buzzy bee drum. thank you for bearing with us during this unfortunate circumstance.
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