Hey fellow zedland sympathizers!
This morning I went on MSN for like the first time in 3 days! 
Shocking I know. Had some fun chats. The I played guitar for quite a while and recorded a bunch of songs. It was fun, but my voice recorded always sounds dumb to me when I play it back 
You’re going to wear me down a lot if any of you want to hear them! My sis seemed to think I was pretty weird too, when she walks in on my playing and singing! I actually like to sing, it’s kinda fun, and I love singing and playing worship songs. I just don’t like anyone hearing me 
I went for a tennis lesson this afternoon, and it was stinking hot today! I don’t sweat easily at all, but today I was “glistening in the sun” After the hour was over, I talked to the ball-collecter guy a bit and asked him how many tennis balls he can hold in one hand. He can hold 13! It was cool seeing how excited he was that someone even cared about his seemingly menial job! After that I drank a coke slowly and it tasted oh so good 
And coke is soo much better from glass bottles!! Then I jumped in the pool and floated around on my back in the cool water until my brother pushed me under unexpectedly. *splutter*
I’ve been thinking a lot more lately about my plans after graduating this year, and looking at some options I hadn’t considered before, possibly even going to a college in the States. These are not very likely options, I’m just exploring all the possibilities. If I got to do what I wanted I would go to Emmanuel Bible College, because it’s near my grandparents, it’s a smaller school, and my best friend is probably going there too. But we’ll see what God’s plans are, because they don’t always match up with mine!
We still didn’t get to make attaya today, maybe we can do it tomorrow. I talked to one of the guys, Badji, who sits in front of our house today, and he said to use 8, 12, and 12 cubes of sugar for the 3 rounds. My bro and I are thinking more along the lines of 24, 36, 36 Here’s our stuff:
sugar 
, glasses, fourno, tea, and teapot.
Sarah: We’ll make the Attaya, you bring the lace (I’d better stop that line before you clobber me)
Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the question of the evening: Shall I cut my hair?
I eagerly await your responses. Goodnight.