The happenings

So. Life is fun again isn't it? Bloody wicked it is.

I think i want to be a dancer. Ok, so there is another one of my mental masterbations, but still, it's a pleasant thought isn't it. Seriously though, i do want to take a ballroom class finally. I have always waned to but this time i think i will. ANd i am going to work out this coming semester. So i can not look so scrawny nd at least get some muscles to compensate. Look like a dancer perhaps. We'll see. Plus that Nigerian guy i met in the library that night said he'll be my trainer. Ha. We'll about that too ey?

So there is no one i miss. That is pathetic isn't it? I mean, i didn't have any friends in Texas and though me and my relatives there get on, it's not that sort of "oh my gosh i miss you like London misses the sun" type deal. That is horrid. I am a horrid person. Ah well, i'm with my family and i appreciate the fact that though people have been coming and going in my life, i can say they are always here. as annoying as they can sometimes get. They're constant. Enough about that.

Iranian guys are such pervy loons. They can't get enough of staring and following and all that jazz. I am easily irritable. The poor bloke today didn't realize this. He was being an obnoxious jerk, staring at me and following me and saying "Hallo!" he only bloody English word the annoying sod knew. I was good, i ignored the bastard until he decided to get in my bloody way and tried to touch my face. Crazy lunatic. I slapped his hand away and called him a retarded little shit. Don't think he quite understood, but he got the message and i was in a sour mood the rest of the way to the Kodak place. Bloody poncers.

The pollution here has gotten so bad. I mean really bad you know? I could actually see it, i'm not kidding. And you can't even see the mountains on the horizon anymore. The mountains are about a fifteen minute drive away. What is that? It is all those bloody cars on the roads. Iran is your typical Middle Eastern country with horrid traffic, about five billion cars on the roads at all hours of the day and.... oh it's just a mess here, an absolute mess. The driving is horrid, my rents will not drive here and we've been in so many near death experiences, i don't even flinch anymore when the cab diver drives onto the curb or on the wrong side of the street on a highway, dodging on coming traffic. They are used to it and it doesn't faze them and i have become that way too. Denise would pass out, she freaks at the tiniest thing i do when driving. Let her bloody come here and see this.

Anyway i think i'm gonna go to bed now. It was mum's birthday today. We went out to dinner and had the whole cake thing and then we did the presents bit. It was nice. I think she enjoyed it as much as mum really enjoys her birthday these days...well years in fact.

Laters.