Funk Stop: Mama sausage

Mama sausage is this lady who sits outside one of the main bars and lets the sweet aroma of her sausages fill the streets. There are onions and ketchup, acutally 'tomato sauce' here, quite different. I ate one. Twice. It felt good i think, don't remember. The cans in the supermarket dont have lavish prints, not as big on advertisments here. i live for it. i went to buy a can of beans, the label was black and white with a picture of beans, and i thought, i dont want this. then i thought about why i didn't want it...because it was in black and white? i bought it. i ate it. tasted real. it was good.

So lets see...yesterday i went to class, went to town, walked around, sat under my tree and read, loooked like rain, headed back home. Went to a movie for a dollar, it sucked, ate ice cream. Thought i downloaded 90210 the VERY FIRST episode, nope it was that new one where the girls are SOOOO skinny...talking shit and driving beamers. Today i woke up late for class, still made it, this teachers more interesting than last weeks, insightful. After class i went to the library and printed out the book i need, for a dollar. Then went to the pool, got out before i was burnt. We had our formal dinner tonight, where they set up the tables all nice and everyone gets dressed up adn stuff, it was very cool. the cooler part was that only 4 people sat at the table so we got extras of everything, i ran out with two bottles of wine, bought to git down on et!! I love how they serve alcohol here, much more relaxed vibe than at home...earlier today the store i wanted to get into to buy some goods was closed so i waited at another store, saw this shirt i LOVED in this mustard yellow....then i saw it in a cyan blue...i thought of Roberta...and how she told me that if i like something enough, get it in all the colors. So i did it. i got both. and i don't feel guilty cause ima come back to america and rock that shit for a low low price.....
school here is a repetition of at home, i learned EVERYTHING they teach me, so now maybe its a test to see if i can remember everything i was told at school....what if i finish college and forget everything? i feel like thats going to happen. I never have any work. Its all play. Since ive been here ive realized so much about myself, who i am, where im going, and it feels really good to know that im not lost, that i just needed direction. I came to the conclusion that i never want to be normal, i never want to have a 9 to five job, and i never want to get caught in a routine that eats my life. I want to do everything, i want to experience everything, i want to try all sorts of foods, meet all sorts of people, get into trouble, jump off of bridges, jump with sharks......India sounds nice....as well as the rest of Africa....
when i drive down the road here i just feel like i finally arrived, like i set my mind to something and i got it...so now if the rest of my life can just happen like that....everything will be perfect. As much as things at home are awsome, so much love, salvation, i miss it less everyday....BUT enough sentimental talk, my free bottles of wine are calling and i must SEIZE THE NIGHT!!!!