Oooh nooo! There Goes my blog virginity!

Okay, so hopefully this blog will be better than my stupid Tumblr! (Which I didn't really share.)


I hope to post all my thoughts on life, living, society and controversies, but mostly, my experience in Katimavik!


Should I make a new separate one for that? Tell me what you think!


But today, I thought I'd share a dream I had, since it's Katima-lated.
So I saw my good friend Amanda and visited her in her Katimavik house.  She was leaving, but went to ask if I could go with them (since I would soon be embarking on a similar experience anyway) On the way, I met one of her house mates, who seemed okay at first but then got really creepy.  For some reason he started shaking me, and I couldnt scream.  It continued for a while, and I was laughing merely because I couldn't speak. When he finally stopped, I was dazed and confused, but I still couldn't speak.


Next I knew I was in a white room (I'm assuming a hospital.) People were asking me questions and I couldn't even open my mouth to speak.  It was like he shook me to a point where my vocal chords were shattered and I couldn't communicate my emotions at all.  People looked at me with pity and I got frustrated and tried writing on paper. I think I woke up soon after that.  But I think my fear is losing the ability to communicate.
Which gave me reason to get more proactive about starting my blog!
:D


Katimavik in 14. FOURTEEN, quatorze, diez y tres  DAYS! One Fortnight...


Chisasibi Here I come!