Saturday, Sept. 21, 2002 - 4:25 p.m.

Coke. Good stuff. No doubt. Try saving one huge glass of coke from a fast food restaurant for one day. In the refrigerator, of course. You’ll be drinking water the next day, no actually, the next HOUR. Fast food peoples love topping it with mounds and mounds of crushed ice, just so you aren’t able to taste it. Or whatever. You pay a dollar and a half for one large glass of coke, and that’s wutchu get, iced coke, aka water. And I always thought the saying “you get what you pay for” was true.

Talking to cousins from Paki land on the phone is like talking to a robot. You don’t know what to talk about, your thinking, the opposite person has a limited vocabulary. Hell yeah, they do alright. It’s like “umm hello..?” “hi” “how are you?” “fine” “what’s up?” “not much” “what going on?” “oh, nothing much” “ hows school?” “it’s okay” “okay, umm, yeah so, uh, here talk to my MOM!” and that’s it. Of course I’m the one tryina make conversation. Sheesh. Weird folks.

Went to some Bangladeshi peoples house yesterday. Lecture there. Met sara..THE SARA yeah don’t freak afshan. I survived. Well almost, until she told my mom she was gonna apply to agna Scott in 2004. that’s the year after she’s gonna graduate. I’m like..whoaaa, have you heard the tution fee? And she’s like, yeah $17,000 a year, but I know this girl who pays $3000 a year cuz she gotta scholarship. But u gotta take sat 1, 2, and 3 for that scholarship. I was like, :GULP: umm okay, cool. No wonder she’s applying a year after she graduates, she’s gonna study for the SATS for one year. Sheesh. Smart a$$es.

Watch out hira.

It seems reaaaaaaally strange though. Sara’s family is soooooo more religious than mine, but still her parents are allowing her to go to college. Sure, it’s a girls college, but guess what response I got when I asked my parents if I could go to a girls college? Guess guess guess. Okay you can’t guess right? Well maybe you can, but I’ll tell you anyway. They said, “no you can’t go. It may be a girls college, but you’ll still be influenced. And what if there are male professors? What then? What if they’re molesters?”

Can I say “speaking without knowledge is a sin?” hell, I asked sara she said they only had about 2 male professors. SO WHAT!? Freaaaaaaak, I jus wish my folks’d understand. Even though I’d given up all hope till yesterday, but then this little beam of hope erupted. Still, I’m not gonna hope a lot.

Anyways, so sun was going on about how she’s mad at a “SHE” (no, duh) about telling. I wonder who she’s talking about. Me? Who knows. I can’t help wondering if its me though. Ughh, it’s killing me. I didn’t tell nobody. Well, she did post the newz on my tagboard so umm…. *gives you the LOOK*

Darn, I was/am so pissed today. I can’t help wondering how I’ve managed to write this far without complaining even once. But I’m fuuuuming inside. Oh well, it’s all good.

My blog is so boring. Sometimes, I read over my previous entries, I realize I sound like a nut. Like, totally. which is why when I get married and have kids (if I ever) I won’t show it to them cuz they’re gonna find out how I’ve been a loser all my life and……

Ok never mind, I’mma shut up now.

SHOUTOUT TO RAMEEZ THE FREAKIN BLABBER MOUTH "WE WILL NEVER STOP CUSSIN DAMMIT"