Banana Mush Day

Alas, the time has come again, for Banana Mush! Where I talk about random stuff. Woowoo. All aboard the random train because I've had a lack of being random here.

See, here, people don't understand that girls can have fun, act crazy, and be random, without being wasted! Last time I was acting random and having fun, I was asked by several people how much I had drank that night. I found this completely hilarious cause everybody knows I'm the sober girl who acts as everybodys mother when everybody else gets wasted. Yeah, then I get to laugh at everybody when they ask me who they made out with, what they said, and who they phoned.

It's time for a segment of sorts. Here, I suck at understanding people with accents. I mean not all the time, but for the most part, I'm pretty good. There's certain words though, when answering a question, you make a fool of yourself, cause you're on a completely other topic. Here, I shall provide you with a list of words. First is the word they mean to say, the second word would be the word I hear...
Here Hair
Hobbies Hobbits
Stare Stay
Like Lake
Snow No
Kitchen Cajun
Dust Dissed
Age Ash
Weather Wither
These situations can be come very awkward. Such as being asked "What are your hobbies?" and my answer is suddenly "Well I don't exactly own any. I'm pretty sure they're not real. But if I had to choose one my favorite's Frodo. Sam's cool too though, the underdog kind of, don't you think?" My favorite is when I was told "I like that you're staying here today." Which in my mind comes out "I lake you staring at hair today". Is that like saying you like my hair? You want me to stare? You like your hair? I like my hair? I did my hair in the lake? I'm....OH! YOU LIKE THAT I'M HERE TODAY! Haha. It makes for brilliant conversation, really.

I miss Canada. Here, I have no brothers. No freedom. No anything. In canada? I could stay out till 4 in the morning, no questions asked. I was with who I wanted when I wanted. Life was mine for the taking. Here? I got yelled at for stepping outside the front gate at 7 to talk to one of my 7 friends last night. Kill me. Please. Apparently I'll get killed if I go anywhere. Downtown on Saturday some gang of people decided to go after girls in "inappropriate clothing." You know what that is? Shorts, skirts above the knee, slutty tops. They went after the girls dressed like this and stripped them IN PUBLIC. Yeah, cause, that really solved the problem kids. Thanking God I was not downtown on Saturday right now. That kind of thing is unheard of here though, which is good, so I can still wear my clothes haha. I'm just sort of sketchy about it now. Don't want to go walking around downtown naked, just not fashionable, you know? Today I had to take a different route to get to Lauren's because there was a riot at the university just down from our place. If you drive through there, especially if you're white, they will throw stones and roll your vehicle. Guess today just wasn't a good day to die. I just miss how normal, convienient and luxurious Canada is. Life there, is so fabulously lovely. It's not fair.

I really want our container. What's on the container you ask? 70% of my clothing, photos, MILK CHOCOLATE M&MS THAT DONT MELT IN THE MAIL, bedding, PILLOWS!!!, my matress which I've been without since October, paintings, make up, jewellery, LIFE. I'm on a permanent suitcase journey.

Our moving date for going to Lusaka is set. March 5/6 we move down there. I'm overjoyed because this is a city I'll actually be staying in my own house with my own stuff (as of April 6th, container day) and hopefully be able to make my own friends. I'm excited because this is a real city, it has malls, a bowling alley, super nice theatre, restaurants (more than one, PLURAL!! Kitwe only has like 2 decent ones), coffee shops, furniture stores, oh my gosh, it's a real city. Still nothing like Kelowna, but it's an African city. I'm bummed though because now, I won't have ANYBODY my age. My life here has consisted of being with Lauren, Alicia, and their connections. There? No connections. So it's like, lame city with friends, or best city in Zambia with no friends. Lame hey? I'm sure things will get better. Who wouldn't want to befriend a girl who can act drunk without alcohol?

How to Feel White 101

Alright, yes, I haven't posted in a while. I truly am sorry, but this internet is up and down every five minutes, you try getting something worthy of reading done with that! I actually have this REALLY good post planned out, called "The Adventures of Afro Man" but unfortunately it involves alot of pictures, and well, they don't upload with crappy internets. Therefore, you must wait for the adventures of Afro man.
For now, I will share with you all, the infamous crazy wonderful adventures (sense sarcasm) of my life. A couple weeks ago, Lauren and I decided to go shopping. Now here, everything has a big bum, small waist, and big thighs. Gah! Yup, definately not my body type thanks. Anyway, we're walking past this salon/shop and I see a realllly nice shirt in the window. So we walk in, and ask to try on the shirt in the window. Expecting the lady to go into the back or something, I watch as she walks directly up to the manequin in the window and strips the poor thing of it's lovely shirt. Poor manequin. She hands me the shirt, and I turn to face a tiny room full of at least ten african women, sitting in randomly placed chairs, getting their weave done. Awesome. Wait, I think to myself, where is the change room? Poor white girl, she doesn't realize, they don't really have change rooms. I am guided to the back corner, where, there is one little wall about 3 feet long coming out of the side of the wall. On the other side of the mini wall is the "shower room" (hah! room?) where the chicks go and stick their head in the sink. I look back and the lady with me expecting her to put a towel or something up, but I was met with a blank stare. Alright then, here we go. I took my shirt off, right there in the shop, with every woman looking at me. EVERY. Along with that pretty shop window, a free look for passerbys. Great. As quickly as possible I begin trying on the white shirt, as the shop lady helps me on with it. Thankyou, shop lady, but I really can dress myself. After looking in the mirror and realizing that my chest was never made for the shirt, I decided it was most definately not worth giving the weave-women a laugh and half of the white teenage girl.
Friday night, Lauren, Alicia, and I all went to the disco (okay, it's a dance lets get that straight, but they call it a disco) at the local international high school here (preppy private). Walking into a room full of african teens, in my mini jean skirt and red haulter, I suddenly realized, this is freakin dancing alright. Not us white kids dances where it's lke hey let's dance being code word for grind and try and move to the beat. These boys and girls have got some KILLER dance moves!! My gosh. Then there's me, glowing, with no rythym. Fortunately I realized there may be soooome funky-ness in my when I began my crazy dancing. Yeah, I danced. I never dance. But I thought hey, can't beat em, join em. And, I danced with this one boy who was crazy good! I don't think I can ever dance with a white boy again. He could rap to all the songs too, which was pretty dang cool I have to admit. At one part in the evening though, I looked over to see this circle of African girls. OThey all have their arms out in front, and their booties goin, just like that whole beyonce/kelis thing. My jaw must've dropped at the SPEED of those booties! Who has that speed in their bum!? Definately not me.
Yesterday Lauren, Mom, and I went downtown shopping because we couldn't do school. Shame, I know. We were actually on a mission to find bobby pins (which PS, they don't have anywhere imagine the horror!!!!!!). The second I stepped out of the vehicle I hear this gasp, and then...

"Oh, madam, yes! Madam!" Street man (aprox. 30) aproaches me like he knows me
"Haha, Heeeey." I say as I continue walking, they're always trying to get white women
"I love you!" Street man shouts with great passion
"Yeeeees I'm sure you do..." A little afraid I quicken my pace.
"Come back, my love! Love! I love you!" Clearly, he doesn't have a loving mommy. There are some issues up for counselling here...
"Okay, that's nice. I don't think I love you." I seemed cold and heartless, but I didn't really feel like getting married yesterday. Wednesdays are never good for me.
"Yes, I love you!" Street man persists
"Please stop it" I said, sounding thoroughly pissed off, in need of my brothers, and glaring. I think he got the point because, he left. Yeah. That's right, you leave lover boy.

So we continue on our search for pins, find none. Alas, walking out of the upper stores though, who do I see? Bobby the street man! Yes, my love, of course! How could I forget! Luckily his back was turned to me, so I thought I could make a quick getaway. No such luck, street man turns and sees his love, there's no stopping him.

"Oh! You have come back!" street man is overjoyed with a wave of the hand, and a smile
"No, I don't like love. You know what I love? Men who work and lots of money." His msile kind of faded at that point, seeing my atraction to driven men who bother to get off their bums and try working.

Now yes you may say that was heartless, but street man is relentless! After saying that I made a quick jog through the alley and out to the car. Now, since we're all hoping for a happy ending, I can tell you later on I bought a hot black and blue spaghetti strap. Yay!

TAG!

Okay I'm sorry about the lame amount of pictures but they're coming small amounts because the internet is on and off every five minutes. I'm sorry! So today we'll finish up the home picture segment, there's a special suprise at the end! Yaaay. I've aquired some good stories to post on here, but those we'll save for another day...

This is Meagan, me, and Liz! It was taken my LAST night in Canada (December 26th 2005). It's pretty dang neat looking hey?

This here, on the left, is my best friend in the entire world. She's about the best person you will ever meet, and she basically rocks my socks. We have been best friends for...6 years now! Crazy! Oh yes, she has a name. Her name is *Heather*. That's our friend Justine on the right. This was taken in the school Cafeteria in December I'm guessing, because Heather's wearing her big jacket. No, she's not insane because she's inside and wearing a jacket. The school just doesn't believe in heating.

Here friends, are the real charlie's angels. Dang right. That's me and my friend Lauren up top, and lonni down below. We're fabulous, we know. That was the night of our choir concert, that's why we all match. No worries, we don't try and coordinate everyday or something.

Well I've been tagged, which basically means I have to do this list thingy then tag somebody else. I forget the fancy real word for it...anyway here's what you gotta do when you get tagged!...

Four Jobs I've Had:
*Matterhorn Bakery (the only real one)
*Babysitting Rebekah
*Babysitting Dyland and Meghan
*Raking the yard
hahaha yes, I'm too young to have had that many real jobs...

Four movies I could watch over and over again:
~LOTR (all three)
~Alot Like Love
~It's A Wonderful Life
~Zoolander
~The Breakfast Club
~Pretty In Pink
(I know a couple over! But they all HAD to be mentioned)

Four Places I've lived:
~Abbotsford (where I was born)
~Kelowna (where I spent fourteen years)
~Kitwe (where I am now)
~I'll say Lusaka for this one, cause I'll be living there in a couple weeks.

Four TV Shows I Love:
-Oprah
-Dr.Phil
-Lost
-The OC

Four Places I've Vacationed: (never vacationed anywhere all that exotic)
.:. Alaska (when I was like 3)
.:. Ukraine (but that was for a missions trip)
.:. Lake Malawi (missionary retreat this January)
.:. London (only for about a day)

Four of My Favorite Foods:
}cheesecake
}sushi
}homemade tortillas
}Wendy's junior bacon

Four Websites I Visit Daily:
` www.onlineschool.ca (my school website, cause I'm a cyber school kid for now)
` empyr.blogspot.com
` pricelessgirl.blogspot.com
` jonathanmckay.blogspot.com

Four Albums I Like Alot:
! Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard
! Deja Entendu by Brand New
! Beneath The Medicine Tree by Copeland
! Touch by Delirious
! Futures by Jimmy Eat World
(I know, one over, but Jimmy Eat World deserves recognition!! I would also put Jack Johnson on here, but then I'd have 6...and that's alot. Just keep him in mind.)

Four Cars I've Owned:
> Purple bike with sparkle streamers
> Black Bike with a nice cushioned seat
> My feet, which come with numerous covers
> A skateboard I borrowed a few times

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
< Kelowna (with all my friends and my brothers)
< Ukraine (such an awesome place, I love it there)
< Australia (do I even need to explain why I'd rather be there!?)
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Now I pass the torch toooo... Werner and Jill!! Yay, That means you guys gotta do THIS (the entire list thing) on YOUR blog now!! And then I get to read. Also, apologies on saying that picture of me and my brothers was taken on New Years Eve. I had meant to say, Christmas Eve. Thanks for the error pointing outing Dawn. Oh and high fives all around for Michelle tagging me. Peace out ladies and gents
Hope you all enjoyed my colorful and somewhat bold post! I went crazy just because it was so much fun. Ever so fun. Barells of fun. Like Monkeys. Monkeys with bananas. Like bananas. Bana pancakes too. This is a neat color. I want chocolate chips and peanut butter. My lips need some gloss. My hand is hot. Listening to Jimmy Eat World. Ooo my tummy hurts. Phone just beeped. Nails need some polish. Oh, bri time!

Hair

So the big question today, is what to do with my hair? Please observe below pictures...
Okay so here's Lauren Bess with short hair, the newest hair style, which began early December


Here we have Lauren Bess with long hair, accompanied by Steph in the Ukraine in August

Alright ladies and gentlemen, which hair style will it be? See if I grow it long, I get my sweet incredibly long curly locks back. The down side? The ends would probably need trimming which just gets annoying, and I think longer hair makes me look younger. If I keep it short I like it, but it's short. And I need to get it cut exactly like that, and here a good hair stylist for white people is RARE. With all capitals, ya hear? Yup. So this is my current dilemma, which I am leaning on you guys, my lovely readers, to advise me on. Now in other Kitwe news...
Last night there was a power outage here at the Bersaglio home. There were 10 of us here waiting for dinner. Not enough food. No power. It was interesting haha. It came on in time for dessert though, so really what matters then!? Lauren and I were discusing how it may be entertaining if somebody there had a boyfriend (we were the only unmarried people) there, because with the lights out, it's all free, you know? Then being teenage girls we discused why we don't have boyfriends. Yup.
I've decided cell phones do nothing but deprive you of sleep. I had some hellish sounding ring tone wake me up at eleven the other night by SOMEBODY just wanting to ask how I was. GASH. Not cool. Not cool atal kids.
So here's a bit of a slideshow from HOME! I don't care if ya'll think home is boring cause it's home, for me it's happy! Happy home (haha for people who have heard the comedian Brian Reegan "You said that was a happy house mom!")

Here are my most favorite boys in the world, my big brothers and I on New Years Eve. That's Kelly on the left and Sean on the right. I love them lots and lots. (and lots).

And folks looks like that's all you're going to get for pitures for today. Why? Because the internet doesn't seem to be working for picture uploading. Oh well! Off to the market I go...