Interests:so I realized I haven't updated this in forever, because well, I never look at the left bar thing, because I am always signed into my account, and never look at it when it doesn't say "edit your xanga profile" "Customize your look and feel" and whatever else it says. So if its been a really long time since I edited this give me a comment and tell me to edit my interests/expertise.
a note to all interested: my name is zeep of 368. its an old girl scout name, and thats my troop number. i really can spell zaphod but i don't think id want a xanga named after him.
anyway,
i love jesus. and he really is amazing and awesome, and indescribable. If you think I'm lying and being hypocritical, then please tell me. I like to know these things.
Have a wonderful day!
Not by force, nor by strength, but by my spirit said the Lord Almighty ~Zechariah 4:6 Expertise:the areas in which I am closest to having expertise in are: technical theatre, leadership skills, being crazy-random, speaking in a British accent, and thinking. I really enjoy thinking, and discussing stuff with other people...who can also think. it's pretty fun stuff.
I also was involved in Academic Decathalon, Turnpike, water polo, RSA, and Young Life while in high school
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and i like going on adventures
especially with my bestest friends Occupation:Research and development Industry:Theatre
Content and happy in life. . have figured out stuff in my head about boy : Check. have mostly finished being sick with swine flue : Check. have friends to spend Christmas break with : Check. have good New Years Plans: Not quite yet, but potential. And hey! we're all gonna be legal this year!!!
We were going in a van to Kayamandi, but the streets were all different.
The driver didn’t know how to use stick, so I was shifting for him from the back seat. He was in the American side drivers seat.
We missed our turn and ended up in the country side. It was me him and another girl. I don’t think I know who they were in real life.
We killed the transmission of the car cuz of his inability to clutch. We are walking.
We are walking a deserted road through beautiful farmland. Like that sparkling wine adventure. We are walking we are walking. walking and talking.
A logging truck turns a corner, and a log rolls off of it, onto the leg of a man who is crushed. It is horrific to watch. They are both black. Then something else bad happens, that I don't remember now.
Then a car crashes into one of the logs and ends upside down. The cabin and its inhabitants completely crushed. I think I scream and start to sob uncontrollably.
And then a man (black) comes from behind with a knife or something, and slices the girl’s side/stomach. The knife goes deep, she doesn’t say anything though. I watch in horror.
Then before I know it, he has sliced me on both sides, but I don’t see how deep the knife goes. I assume that it doesn’t hurt as bad as hers. I wrap my arms around my wounds (to staunch the blood), ignore the dull pain, and walk to a nearby gas station with my companions. I never look down to see my wounds.
Later,
a woman (black) cop wants us to drive with her to the scene of the crime. We take her to it,
she says she can’t help us. If it had been in the city, then she would have known how to find bystanders, and witnesses, and there would be more evidence. But here. no. she is sorry.
I am still clutching my sides.
I am at the Roosevelt Auditorium. I am talking to Kissel, laughing a little, careful of the soreness, but healed a bit.
Miantsa comes up and gives me a big hug, and it hurts so bad. I have to back away from him, and explain. I got stabbed in South Africa, I’m not quite better yet. I’m still healing, and I don’t know when I’ll be better again.
Dear Lucy, I'm going to be home ridiculously soon. Let's hang out, ok? It's been raining here nonstop for the past two/three days. I walked all the way to the train station in the rain. And halfway there, realized that I hadn't grabbed a change of clothes, even though I was planning on spending the night in Cape Town. So I slept in borrowed pajamas on a coach that was surprisingly warm and comfortable. When it came time to leave today, I couldn't bring myself to refuse an 18 year old's impetuous offer to have her foster mom (my friend) drive me back to Stellenbosch, even though it was quite a long drive, because it was still raining, and i was just dreading having to walk another 45 minutes back from the train... Is that especially bad of me? I brought them gifts and stuff, things that i had bought that I no longer needed because I'm leaving this place so soon. I do feel guilty. but the other side of it is that i'm completely broke, so I couldn't have offered to pay for gas, or taken a taxi (ridiculously expensive, here as everywhere). it would have worked out fine, if it hadn't been raining so ridiculously hard. They're lovely people. One British lady (late-ish 20s), and her 18-yr-old Congolese adopted foster daughter, and her little 9 year old foster daughter, and two other South African girls who stay with her as well. Its really great to see their little family. Good to know good people. Plus its so relaxing just to spend time with real people, not just college students all the time. People who are bonded together, and have a semi-permanent/stable feel about them. ... In other news, I need to figure out how to get to the airport... soon. ... much love from South Africa
My South African xanga postings are not very indicative of my experience here. I feel like they've been mostly depressed and or confused. Generally I really enjoy myself here. I have some really amazing roommates and have made some really good friends. I've also seen two herds of elephants and enough warthogs that they're no longer remotely interesting or exciting. And the birds that eat the worms in the lawns are all exotic things that I've thought were rare and exotic whenever i saw them in zoos. The moral of the story, I guess then, is that humans are really good at adapting. And even the most foreign places can so easily become normal. Stellenbosch is pretty developed and posh and touristy, but even that requires some adjusting.in that I can actually afford to go out to dinner a lot here. Its just normal life. That's so crazy to me. The other weird thing is that with my life here becoming normal, it's no longer "cool" to me in my head. I'm realizing that I tend to think that unfamiliar exotic things are cool, whether they be locations or experiences. It's no longer cool to me to be studying Xhosa (I tend to skip that class a lot, its early in the morning, and I have to walk a long way to get there...). It's no longer cool to be leadership for an afterschool program in the township nearby (its a lot of work, and i love it, but its exhausting AND normal at this point in time). It's no longer cool to go to the grocery store on Saturdays, especially at the beginning of the month (They're packed with women and families who go shopping on their one day off of the week, beginning of the month so they still have money. its crowded and noisy and messy) It's all these everyday things that I really that I'm going to miss so much once I leave, but right now, its just ordinary. And I love my life here. Its just normal and ordinary, I wasn't expecting that. much love, I'll be home so soon. Christine
