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(That's Charlie and my mum in Ivory Coast)

Hello you! My name's Lula, pleased to meet ya. I'm going to try to make this as short as possible so as not to bore the heck out of you.
 I was born on June 27th 1991 in the greatest city in the world, Lisbon, to a beekeeper (my father) and a school teacher (my mother). In case you were wondering, the beekeeping thing isn't a joke. On one miraculous day, my father got a call for a job at the African Development Bank in Ivory Coast, and he accepted it. This is the part where I always get confused. How in the world did my father who worked with bees end up getting a job as a diplomat?
Anyways, the fact is, when I was two, we moved to Ivory Coast. We lived there for ten years, just until the civil war hit. Mind you, those were some of the best years of my life. I was a little wild child who ate ants off the floor (and let's not forget the world's spiciest of foods) AND who walked barefoot literally everywhere. Those are some of the things I used to do there. Now let's get one thing straight, I wasn't like Mowgli or anything of the sort. My family and I didn't live in tree branches, or among lions and hyenas for that matter. I'm just saying this because when I was younger, my European (mainly Portuguese) friends always asked me how it was like living in the jungle and even if we didn't live in the jungle, I amused myself telling them how I had to swing from vines like Tarzan to get to one place. They were always very impressed. Anyways, it was all loads of fun until some wankers started bombing everything. Including my home. Just with tear gas though, so it wasn't all that bad, I suppose. I think I must've inhaled some of it. That would explain a lot. I won't indulge you on the political side of the story because I don't fully understand it myself but in 12 months time, we were out of Africa. (No pun intended.) We stayed in Portugal for five months before my father got a job at the Inter-American Development Bank in Washington D.C.  And so we moved to the land of those strange multicolored cakes. The culture shock was a real bummer- to say the least. I realized I couldn't swing from vine to vine anymore. Kidding. I won't ramble on about that because after a somewhat annoying year here I adapted to the American way of life. Before I came here, I didn't pay attention to clothes, now I have to have that fur jacket or else I'll die; I didn't like sweets, now I drool over cupcakes; I didn't watch TV (just Disney movies) now I'm obsessed with Keeping Up With The Kardashians. And the list goes on. I guess you can say America has taken its toll on me. But I digress. What would I do without my clothes and my trashy TV shows? Okay, that sounded pretty vacuous. Don't worry, I don't solely live for fashion and reality TV. I like my books and my photography too. I study Television Production. I like blogging, like, a lot. This blog is actually really old, if you check out the archives you'll see that I created it back in 2009. I forgot about it for a long time but I decided to rescue it and to bring it back to life. That was back in October, I think. So really it's been two months since I've seriously started blogging. I speak, French (which I consider to be my first language) Portuguese, and I understand Spanish sometimes, just sometimes. So for all you international readers, holla at me!

Other fun facts:

. I once swam with sharks in the Bahamas (tourist activity) and a week later a woman was eaten by those same sharks I had swum with
. Both my father and I almost drowned in the seas of the Atlantic
                                                                    {-- Thumbs up for my near-death experiences!}
. Never collected anything and regret it
. I hung with model Irina Lazareanu on Halloween (it's kind of a big deal, I mean, she's Kate Moss' best friend AND was Pete Doherty's fiancé)
. My dog is like my brother, only better
. Made my Spanish teacher cry once (and no, it wasn't all my fault, that woman was a psycho)
. I see dead people (jokes)
. I'm very clumsy at times and it's kinda funny, except when I break school material
. I like tattoos, the small ones
. Currently afraid of stink bugs because they always hit me in the face and WHY do they even still exist in this weather?
. I can hold my breath for two whole minutes. Don't laugh, true story. 
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