Commence insanity

Friends (and other worldly creatures),

With much convincing and raving from YOU, I decided to start blogging about the adventures and misadventures of my life, or at least for my senior year of uni. First of all, if you have not heard of Bollywood or seen an Indian movie: STOP. And do so now. And then my life may (or may not) make a little bit more sense.

Anyhoot, I was finally able to visit home this last weekend. Firstly, I don't enjoy crying, it is uncomfortable and people see it. But when I saw my grandma, my face just somehow started leaking. And it wouldn't stop! It was ok though. I walked into her place and her sister-in-law starts hollering about how amazing my skin looks, how I'm glowing, and how gorgeous I've become since the last time she saw me. Now for a brown girl, this is "hold the phone" news. It was fan-freaking-tastic, especially since my mother duo (grandma and mum) has been smearing my face in all types of minerals and vegetables for years now. Being home was amazing, as usual. My dad was still appalled at how my voice carries through the house, but I know he missed it too.

And now its Monday. Joy. People in my first class were so confunded by the simple directions the prof gave, it was just too much for 9am. And when I say too much for 9am, I mean I could not handle that much stupidity that early in the morning. (And deep breathe haha) I feel like I'm just dragging on. So I guess that's quite enough from me for today. Peace. W'Salaam.