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Ancient LaLalien Secret!

Date: August 28, 2003

Time: 11:30 AM

Despite all my efforts to stave off illness, I’m afraid I’ve caught a cold.  It happens almost every time I travel; not enough deep REM sleep plus eating horrible food for over 24 hours has my immune system playing catch-up. I am not a happy Kitty!

Perhaps I should try some of the ancient remedies LaLa is famous for!

Perhaps I should try some of the ancient remedies LaLa is famous for!

Oh, and not to alarm anyone, but I am not yet in my apartment; it seems there was some renovations needed, so the school has put us up at a hotel.  It’s a very nice hotel, if it makes any of you feel better!  Also, I’ve heard that my luggage is on its way, and should arrive at the school in a couple of days!  Praise The Man In The Sky!

Now, for a word on euphemisms.  From some of your comments and a few worried-sounding emails, it seems that some of you feel a little lost when I’m talking about “La La Land” and “Sad River City” and so forth.  I was sure that I had explained this in my fund-raising letter, but perhaps not everyone understood what I meant. To put it quite simply, it is safer for the ‘family’ here if I do not come out and say where I am or who I am with directly.  The Internet, as wondrous as it is, can also be something of a …. hazard.  So I must be careful. Do not fret, Beloveds!  I am in no danger of being strung up by my thumbs or having my toes chopped off!  The worst that could happen to me is deportation.  (In other words, being sent back home and never being allowed to come back.)  Since neither I nor anyone else here wants that to happen, we’re taking every cautionary step we can.  I also want to urge all those who understand my meaning to get with those who don’t and explain it in more vivid detail, just so there is no confusion.  (In other words:  Tim, could you tell Grandma Martha to stop sending those forwards?  I know she means well, but I don’t want to have to put her on my spam list just for that..)    

Ooh, I need to remember souvenirs!

Ooh, I need to remember souvenirs!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, my envoy has come to take me and the other two American teachers shopping for necessities.  (Eh, must be done despite head cold!)  

~Kitty Awesome~

P. S.  Since I am normally going to be in my apartment when I write an entry, I’m not going to put the location every time.  If there IS a location, it will be because I’m traveling, or have decided to go somewhere else to write.  🙂


Very First Journal/Blog Entry!

Date:  August 25, 2003

Time:  8:00 PM

Location:  La La Land

Finally!  A chance to sit down and properly break in my new journal!  I thought I was never going to get a moment to rest!

There is so much to tell that it’s hard to decide where to start!  Even with the short notes I was able to jot down on the flights, I’m afraid of forgetting something.

Not a real phrase book

“Don’t leave home without it! “- Kitty Awesome

No place to start like the beginning, I guess!

The flight from my hometown to Los Angeles were largely uneventful.  A lot of sitting around and reading, with the occasional chat with a stranger.  The only person of note was on the very first flight to Atlanta.  I was flipping through my translation guide, when the man next to me decided to teach me how to say “Hello!” in [La La language].

I obliged him, but felt terribly uncomfortable the rest of the way.  Fortunately, it was a short flight, not even an hour long.

I appreciated his help, but I wasn’t sure how to accept it.  But there I go again, being suspicious of any and all guys who talk to me.

I think I would have felt better if he wasn’t so much older than I was.  Not OLD old, but definitely not around my age.  Forties, maybe?

That was the most eventful thing that happened up until LAX, anyways.  When I got there and finally found my gate, I was greeted with a ridiculous amount of other teachers!

To make a long story short, I (slowly) started warming up to some of them, finally getting acquainted with the teachers I’ll be working with in the same city.  I was glad to see that there were at least three other girls, along with the two guys I’ll be getting to know!

Now if I had just known about Morty’s fear of live crustaceans before supper tonight, maybe we could have avoided that incident at the night market…

More on that later; I’m dead-tired, and we’re going to have to catch a train to our city in a couple of hours.  In fact, I can hear our school’s envoy pounding on the door now..