i'm going to see chelsea douce tomorrow...yay! finally, eh? she does only live 8 hours away. i'll take pictures, but only for this blog. i hate pictures. my friends karen is so mad i posted a photo of her on the internet. well, not mad. but she was definitely mad when i made that same photo the desktop background on all 9 computers of the cyber cafe in our neighbourhood. that was maybe what made her mad. oh well. see y'all on the other side of monday

a blog entry from an email

i liked this paragraph in an email i wrote. i figured i'd post it on my blog so online people think i'm cool, too: an early morning bus ride to the doctors office. It is a pretty rough doctors office, which is understandable, since its in a pretty rough neighbourhood. I went there to pick up some blood test results...an HIV test. Long story short, I need a certificate that says I am free of any communicable diseases, I need it to get a visa to allow me to stay in the country. So, continuing with my story, there are two nurses/receptionist at the front desk when I arrive. Nurse number one, slighty pudgy, I met her when she syringed blood from my arm yesterday. Nurse number two, with a really bad eyeliner job…I don't really know what she was going for…it was creepy though, she was new. I hope she believes that's why I was staring at her. Nurse number on recognizes me and starts rustling in the pile of test results for mine "Let's hope you don't have HIV!" she says. Nurse number two is very affronted by this lapse of logic: "Why would she have HIV?!" Now she directs her speech at me . I am mildly scared of her "How old are you, girl? " "19." "Oh. Are you single?" "Yes" "Have you ever had a molar removed?" "No…" Nurse Number Two is satisfied with that. "See, there's no way she could have HIV". Oh, of course, I think. I never thought of that. Nurse Number One finds my envelope in the pile, pulls it out and opens it (to satisfy her curiosity, I guess)…is satisfied by whatever she discovers in there, folds it back up and gives it to me. I know you must by on the edge of your seat by now. Well, I'm negative.Yay! Boy, was I ever relieved, if I were positive, it would have been so AWKWARD, eh?

my family...without me...this was their christmas vacation shot last year when i was in england...my brother, jono, photoshopped me in to this picture and they sent it in the newsletter, but its really not the same.

some of my students from last year. i miss them 

karen and armando. i like this picture. they are two really good ecuadorian friends who i see everyday. most of my good good ecuadorian friends are away at bible school...these two people mean alot to me day to day. the guys in quito mean alot to me in life in general. this picture will only mean something to a select few.

the house i live in, when it was being finished. it looks much the same now, except the neighbourhood is much more populated. i spend very little time in this house: bastión popular is just across the highway, it's a completely different world. the half of the house that is in colour is where i live, with two other girls. i thought that was some pretty clever editing of the picture...if i do say so myself. the upper window is my room. dont throw stuff.

"Tubey"

i figured i would post a couple pictures, since today, i can. photo number one is eddison, the cutest kid in the world. i took this picture to send to the person who sponsors him through careforce international, but i dont think they will mind if i post it here, too. these sponsorship pictures are the reason i have my parents digital camera to play with...i have to take about 100 of them...so, if you guys want to see anything in photo form on this medium, now is the time for requests. and...i can't figure out how to delete the double picture post. apologies.

la la la la lemming

Mostly, I'm writing this, because maybe a blog will help me connect with people I haven't connected with yet, who I miss and love, and don't want to dissapear into the black hole that is Life after Bible School. The blogs, that is. I'm no blogger.

Oh phooey

I use to have one of these, on livejournal... I let it die. Today, I feel like writing. Well, mostly, I feel like communicating, and writing is the way I enjoy comunicating best. What do you write in the first blog entry of a blog? I don't know. Its bound to be awkward. But here, I'll post it, and get it out of the way.