mocha

homesick, but alive.

tan, but not yet african.

laughing a little,
crying a little,
a little bit bored,
a little bit busy.

finals are coming and they dont really matter.
traveling is coming and it's surely going to matter.
Timbuktu for Christmas,
Ghana for New Years
Roommate from home in early January
then a month of traveling to myself-- with Elephants?

or maybe hippos?

probably the beach.

oh! and i still dont have malaria.


my hairs getting long enough that soon, i'll have the tackiest weave you've ever seen. and oh, you'll see it.

Things Don't Fall Apart by Monica Rasmussen (i hope you understand the reference)