Getting into the swing of things... kind of

So it's been a few days since I've found the time to sit on my computer and summarize all the crazy stuff that happens to me every day.  Now that I've waited 2 it's even harder.  But, here are some highlights:
Currently, it is tuesday at 10:00 pm and I am in my bed.  The pub behind my room is definitely NOT asleep... Last night I was lucky enough to wake up at 11 to them playing Justin Timberlake (great choice really).  Me and Klane hope to some day venture there to make some friends, but for now, we will live vicariously off the music.   
Now I guess I will rewind back to my first day of school... more importantly our journey hopping from taxi to taxi with my father Herbert and Klane.  He was nice enough to take us all the way to school!  So first of all, I'm sure you are all picturing a regular American yellow cab.  Now erase that thought and think of a van filled with 11 seats made of velvet that is covered in... you don't wanna know.  Then there are 2 seats on the right side of the van where the door is that fold up, so even if we wanted to get out, were trapped -  fantastic.  Now that you have a physical picture in your mind we can proceed.
Next paradigm shift in your mind is your belief that you tell the taxi driver where you want to go... mmm WRONG!  The taxi driver tells YOU where you are going.  So taxi's line up at taxi stages and scream out where they are headed and you hop in a taxi that is going that way.
Next task is getting there.  These taxi's are made for people who know exactly where they are going and where they get off... oh yeah, and for people who know Luganda and aren't Muzungu's.  Since they have no street signs for names of streets, you need to pick some landmarks to remember.  Then when the taxi stops near the Pink sign that says YogHURT (the equivalent of a street sign), you know it is your time to get off...
As impossible as it sounds, today, Klane and I managed to make it without messing up all on our own!!! I'm not ganna lie, I feel as though I can tackle anything now (except maybe for an explanation why Angela betrayed her husband when asked to testify for who murdered Marimar in the Philipino Soap Opera me and my mother watch every day.)
The other day on our way to school, we were walking down the street to the taxi park near my house, and found a lovely boy peeing right in the path that we were about to walk... then he just stared at us like we were the strangest thing he had ever seen.  For some reason peeing in our path was NOT the most baffling thing to me.
Oh snap, Sean Kingston just came on, this song is my JAM.
speaking of Sean Kingston, HE'S COMING TO KAMPALA THIS MONTH!! I still have yet to get a ticket but I'm working on it.  A VIP pass costs about 75,000 shillings (about 24 bucks... I think thats a good investment don't you?
Okay I'v rambled a lot.  Thanks for all the responses to my blog, it makes me feel good people actually care about what is going on here! Also, now that I know people are actually reading this besides my family (Don't worry fam, I'm still thankful you are reading this...love you!) I will definitely try and write more often!

Weebale (thank you) everybody!!!