Normalcy

When did it all become normal. I decided to write a blog to update and really cant think of any topic. It has all become normal, the usual. But when did that happen? Everynight I get waken up by iguana/cat fights on my roof. I sometimes have a hard time deciding weather it is two cats, two iguanas or a cat and an iguana, or maybe even mutliple of both parties. Iguanas seems to make a lot more noise cause their finger claws are so long but i would imagine that a bunch of cats have the same potential to make all that racket. But then cats scream, like really scream, more like a baby scream than an adult but scream none the less. And i can imagine a cat screaming where i cant imagine an iguana making that noise. Then it all might just boil down to my mild hysteria? I can officially say that roosters have become more like the inssent crickets back home. They are always making noise and will always be making noise, so you kind of tune them out but need them secretly to sing you to sleep. yeah to sleep cause roosters here dont do the wake up call they do the all day call, i think its just the rampant hormones in this country. those same hormones that maintain the steady rate of teenage pregnancy and families the size of soccer teams. This is what i  call normal.

I rescued a kitten, a very ugly, devastatingly infected kitten. Little children, grown adults and kleber ran from this two week old kitten. Its eye goo alone was enough to take away my appitite for the whole day. This kitty is also a cuddler, you know the touching type. Like when you come in, its just always there touching you and when you lay down it attacks your face with that cooing that kitten do. Which is really adorable untill you add in the eye goo and to top it all off anal poo leakage. I just cant be mean to small helpless animals no matter how ugly they might be, and in my saintly state the kitty leaked poo on me twice in one night calling for many pajama changes but hey i was awake anyway trying to decide between iguanas and cats. So i bought some eye medication and when i try to put the drops in those tiny gooey eyes the cat shits on my counter, everytime. (due to the anal poo leakage) I cant even be mad cause he really cant help it, i think its time to see the vet. I am totally over poo.

If you did not know yesterday the 1st of december was World Aids day. In my never ending quest to get this country to start using condoms i planned a huge night. The night included a dance competition between all the dance groups in the pennisula and a hallway of Aids discrimination. Today i feel like i was hit by a bus full of untimely problems and surging headaches. I am recuperating slowly with a cocktail in sight. But really the event went well. We had 6 dance groups perform; two of which are really really good, the others are getting there. We had a huge audience all vulnerable to my AIDs/use condom propaganda being shouted by the animators. We handed out over 100 condoms and other pamphlets. Which i can only hope get used. If you are wondering why you would have a dance competition for World Aids day its obvious. The people that come to these events are primarily, youth girls that draw in horney youth boys, as well as any gay man, and the creepy old guys which pretty much wraps up all the "vulnerable" demographics, i know genius. Then when you top it off with free condom giveaways you really get the attention of all the aforementioned parties.

I have 18 days till i am home for chirstmas and less than 5 months till i am home to stay, i wonder how strange the states will seem. Maybe i will just buy a rooster.