Electric Lib

I thought that when I got home from Ghana, I might make a super cool slide show for everyone with pictures I've taken here, the ones that I haven't already posted online, aka the interesting ones. I was also thinking that I would include some of the cool videos I've taken that I've been too lazy to load on the internet. Finally, I thought I would play the Ghanaian music that I've collected in the background, so you can really get a feel of the sounds here, as well as the visual. I thought I could also prompt my memory for good stories with some of the journal entries I've written on my computer. That would be really cool right?

Yes, it would.

Too bad I can't do it because my hard drive is dead and I've lost all the information and material. So instead of collecting all my Ghana memories into a wonderful slide show when I get home, I get to spend my first days home struggling to piece together the remaining material I can retrieve. But I shouldn't worry about that yet, that's a while still to come. In the mean time, I can worry about how to re-write the daily journal I've been keeping about my internship for my final 30 page essay. I can also worry about how to organize my 30 page essay on random different computers out of internet cafes. So I guess I have plenty to think about before I consider all the hundreds and hundreds of pages of personal writing I've lost, or all the music that exists now only on my ipod. At least I still have my camera!!! Oh wait no, I don't, because the only picture it has for me is a white screen that says "lens error."

On top of it all, I destroyed my toe the other day when I took a face dive into the sidewalk of a busy street. It was completely dark out (no power), and I was rushing to keep up with someone and then BAM, a tiny little gutter got the best of me. I jammed my toe right into it somehow and flung forward, backpack nearly flying overhead and palms thursting full force into the pebbling, dirt encursted concrete. As I gasped for breath on the fateful and fall, all I could hear was a chorus of "OH SORRY," which is the typical Ghanaian reply to such an event. At least I waited until I got home to release my uncontrollable, inconsolable anxious tears at the thought of all the bacteria festering in my open toe wound from the nasty gutter. My dear friend Nana thoroughly cleaned the poor toe (amidst my anxious cries of "BE CAREFUL" "MY TOE IS GOING TO FALL OFF" "I'M GOING TO GET GANGE GREEN ON MY TOE" "I PROBABLY HAVE AIDS FROM THE GUTTER"). I appears to be healing normally, and my internet cafe times is running out. So I will close this entry. Farewell for now.