Im avoiding school work

SO i changed my blog. I like clouds. and this template made me happy. Although i feel like all of the ones i choose have very little color. So then i had to play around with the colors and font of my blog to make it more interesting. Im blogging about my blog. Im officially pathetic. hey at least i recognize it. And as my friends it is yall's resposibility to help me. please. thats all

Well...

So we all know what last wednesday was. And i have to agree with Amy's sentiments that Valentines is the most useless holiday ever. My teacher was like i would so much rather get something from someone on a random day so i knew they really meant it instead of just felt obligated to give something cause its Valentines day. I agree completely.
Having said all that, Wednesday was probably my fav Valentines day ever. At school that day Alistair( I have GOT to find out if thats how you spell his name) came up to me and Sabine and was like "So you guys are coming to the Dance Dance Revolution Valentines Party at Kips house today right?" I mean seriously. I really wish yall knew Kip and Alistair because just the thought of them doing DDR makes me laugh. So I didnt really think i could go cause i had a huge French test the next day blah blah blah. yes they all think im a nerd.
ANYWAYS. I got home and my mom was like GO. Stay home now and study a little while and then im going out anyways and ill take you. I love my mom. So me and my friend Pilar (who lives like right down the street from me) went to the Mormons for a Valentines party. Course it ended up being me, her, Kip, Alistair, and for a little while trent and Matt(two 10th grade mormons). So we come into Kips house and Alistair comes flying out of kitchen and slides to a stop in front of us (Tiled floors + socks). "welcome. Please take a scooter". There were two scooters leaning against the wall. Pilar and i declined the scooters and just walked in. "Please take a seat. But if you sit at the table, please sit on the far side" (why we would sit at the dining room table instead of the livingroom couch on any normal day is beyond me.) But we sat at the table because Alistair told us to. There were two plates and glasses set and candles lit. i kid you not. Oh but it gets better.
So me and Pilar are just sitting there looking at each other like what the heck. And the whole time Kip and Alistair are running in and out of the kitchen very secretively. then Kip brings us an appetizer(his words, not mine) of frozen peanut butter cookies. They were delicious but a little hard to bite. Then they brought out Chicken and rice. They made us dinner. LOL. Although they did clarify that the chicken was from the freezer and they had just gotten it out of the microwave. But still, they made us DINNER. it was hilarious. And then while we ate they performed for us their skills on DDR. So fun. Then when we finished we played DDR. hah. im REALLY bad. Kip laughed. Alistairs comment was, "hey anna you know the other day when you said you have no rhythm, you were right" thanks guys. THEN Alistair was like lets dance. well i had just discovered at the MUN dance that Kip could swing dance so i was like sure why not. So we went in the kitchen with Kips computer, turned off the lights, opened the microwave, turned on "Time After Time" and danced. by microwave light. Now if that isnt the best Valentines ever, i dont know what is.
So we have an incredibly awesome team here from MHS so ill tell yall about the second half of Valentines night in the next one.
love

Donuts and Chinese Food

both of which have been very important parts of my life in the last three days. Because of course the last three days have been the third annual LCS(lincoln Community School) MUN(model united nations) conference. You would be amazed at the level of randomness that goes into creating a good MUN conference. We had four schools participating, two from Ghana, one from Burkina and one from Turkey. Two of the Turkey students are staying at my house and they are so awesome. We've had many good conversations and they even showed me some sweet Turkish folk dancing. Its good stuff. So at the conference the other day (its at the Kofi Anan Peacekeeping Center which i think is pretty sweet) we were discussing a pretty ridiculous topic and a resolution(the written 'answer' to the problem) that made next to no sense. But alas, we as chairs of the committee had to try and keep the debate going. So i called upon the delegate of France to tell us his country's opinion on the resolution. And he proceeded to give a brilliant and thoroughly hilarious analogy of a donut. "this resolution is like a donut. It makes us happy and gives us feelings of joy and it has lots of delicious crunchy things in it. Even though it is lacking in some areas, hence the hole in the middle, it still makes us happy and makes us laugh" By this time none of us can keep a straight face and no one is taking this seriously (bad chair anna). THEN the delegate of China rises and states "The delegate of china agrees with the delegate of France(welcome to trying to talk at MUN it tends to get ridiculous) to some extent. However, donuts are bad for you. they make you fat" Thank you delegate of china for clearing that up for us. Now during this inspiring and very productive debate, the delegate of the UK has been shooting rubber bands at the delegate of china and this is starting to get on chair anna's nerves. So she gives him a look and a carefully whispered "stop it!". Three of those later she gives up. " The chair would like to remind all delegates, in particular the delegate of the UK, that rubber band shooting is completely out of order. She would like a written apology to the entire committee." This is the written apology, somewhat paraphrased. "The delegate of the UK would like to apologize to the entire committee for assaulting the delegate of China, but the delegate of the UK does not like communists or chinese food". Now all decorum and protocol is officially out the window. laughing is now in order delegates.
just a little taste of MUN for you. Ill tell you about the MUN/Lincoln dance in the next post. cause this one is too long. Get excited cause its good

Please dont take anything i say seriously

I was up at four. It just happens sometimes. You know, when you wake up and your hair is wet and your skin is wet and you did NOT just get out of the shower. That awesome feeling of a blanket of heat smothering you as you try to get that extra hour of sleep. And then you give up and get up, light a candle (by now im hoping you realize that these are all symptoms of lights off in the Mozley home) and continue writing your historical investigation. Which you finally stopped in delirium at 11 last night. This post is not supposed to have a purpose or a point so if youre waiting for one, you prolly want to stop reading now. Who knows how long this is gonna be. Although i have to stop to go to school...yeah.
So yesterday on the way home from school at 5 (we had MUN meetings till then) me and my awesome friends/surrogate family, Mrs. Nansie and Alex were in a taxi. And taxis in ghana really enjoy not following traffic rules(the few that there are and no, i dont think there are actually any in writing). Which when you are in one in traffic is nice, but when they try and cut you off...well lets just say they get some pretty dirty looks from yours truly. ANYWAYS. we are in traffic and the taxi pulls onto the shoulder to get around it (the traffic).And there is a policeman up ahead and the taxi cant merge back into traffic. So the policeman( the ONE time they actually decide to enforce the nonexistent traffic laws) makes us keep going in the lane we were in. Which takes us basically back to where we started. So we got out and walked (and this is where the post turns positive. FINALLY). And it was so fun! I have so missed walking here cause i walked everywhere in Kumasi and its just not as easy or convenient here. So me and Mrs. Nansie and Alex walked home and it was a blast. Very refreshing. ok. i have to go to school now. I sincerely apologize for this post. i just felt like writing. hah.