in case you were wondering...

typical shoutouts with strangers...

ghanaian: hello!
me: hello.
ghanaian: what are you, japan... china?
me: i'm american.
ghanaian: i've never seen such a short american before.
me: i've never seen such an ugly person before.


just kidding, i don't say the last part... i just say uhhh, thanks.

then yesterday i was talking with a teacher...

teacher: so what are you? chinese? japanese?
me: i'm asian-american.
teacher: so can you speak china? or japan?
me: i can speak a little japanese.
teacher: i can speak some too.
me: really... lets hear what you can say.
teacher: chingchongchong.
me: haha... uh, thats not japanese.
teacher: so there is this story that is being passed around... and the way you people get your names is by throwing a dish on the ground and listening to the sound. thats how you get your names.
me: haha, what... ive never heard such a thing.
teacher: yeah, just like how we have our day names and then our surnames... you guys throw things on the floor and listen to the sound to name your baby.
me: haahah. so i think when you have a baby you should throw a milo can on the floor and listen carefully and name the child that.
teacher: noooo... thats your tradition, not ours.

yeaaaa, fulfilling mission number 2 of peace corps... teaching host nationals about the culture of americans. or asian americans... i get yelled at in the streets... ching chong chong! alllll the time... i tried to tell the teacher that saying ching chong chong to us is very offense, like the equivalent to the middle finger... but i'm pretty sure i'll still get ching chong chong.

i'm contemplating asking my counterpart to be relocated. i think i can pretty much handle a lot of things, but my house SUCKS BALLS! i seriously wake up every morning wishing i was not living at my house.

okay, miss you all... counting down the dayyyyyssssss!!!
bacon wrapped hot dogs here i commmeeee!!!
xoxo.