here's my update for the day..i've managed to fall for a boy who ocassionally speaks like a british aristocrat..

WTF?!

the key word here is occassionally, because he turns it on and off whenever he wants. its easily the most pretentious thing i've ever heard.

heh, well that settles it.. i'm one of those people who are destined to amass cats and spend their whole lives masturbating.

i've been in nairobi, kenya for a week now, and i've been having a lovely time of things..

last night i wasn't able to get much sleep, so taking this opportunity to update things is probably ill-advised. right now i'm feeling groggy, grumpy, and perhaps even a bit delerious. however, i am generally happy to be here.

exciting things i've done this week include:

-speaking at a conference about sex and gender
-writing a critique of Kenya's draft labor laws
-seeing a monkey up close (!)
- bicycling up a hill/mountain without collapsing

a few things have been stressful, however. a person that i found myself attracted to last week has moved into my flat as a third roomate, and its freaking me out a bit. also, since i am the youngest and most inexperienced person in my cadre, i can't help feeling like i'm a bore.

my keyboard doesn't have accent marks .. apologies)

aujourd'hui, j'ai telephone a ma famille (chez moi). chacun etatit plutot bien.. j'etais contente de parler avec eux. mais alors, ce soir, je me sens toute seule. mes camarades de chambre viennent de parler de lerus amours ancients, et mois, je n'ai rien dit. j'en avavis jamais (un amant), et je me sens trop honte de parler de ces sujets. ce'st pas normale a vivre comme je vis.. dans mon propre monde, dans ma propre tete, isolee. je ne suis pas certaine que je peux briser-le, eviter cette vie. cependant, ca ne peut pas demeure. foutu.

pour quel que raison, je veux pleurer.

my keyboard doesn't have accent marks .. apologies)

aujourd'hui, j'ai telephone a ma famille (chez moi). chacun etatit plutot bien.. j'etais contente de parlier avec eux. mais alors, ce soir, je me sens toute seule. mes camarades de chambre viennent de parler de lerus amours ancients, et mois, je n'ai rien dit. j'en avavis jamais (un amant), et je me sens trop honte de parler de ces sujets. ce'st pas normale a vivre comme je vis.. dams mon propolre monde, dams ma propre tete, isolee. je ne suis oas certaine que je vuex briser-le, eviter cette vie. cependant, ca ne peut pas demeure. foutu.

pour quel que raison, je veux pleurer.