You turn newborn baby blue

You know school's gotten under your skin when you wake up at 5 thinking "OH MY GOD I SLEPT THROUGH MY ALARM!" (in English, Danielle)

This Thursday, one of my mom's best friends' daughter is geting married. Like I need this. Of course if I go, I'll be expected to dance, and when that happens, the general assumption will be that I am searching for a husband, that I am hoping some prospective mother-in-law will notice me and mention me to her son. And all my mother's friends will ask the age-old question:

"When are you getting married?"

And I will give the age-old answer:

"When it becomes really really cold in Hell."

And in case you're wondering, yes, I am a commitment-phobe. No, I am not worried I will die alone. I'm just a kid, let me grow up single and on my own time thank you very much.


I still need to break the news of Florence to my father. The more I think about it, the mroe concerned I am. What if he really puts his foot down? What do I do then? I can't apply for a student visa without him, I can't get my scholarship without him, he's sort of a big deal. And the deadline is May 2nd.

If I don't end up going to Florence, I'll have an extra 100KD at least. Maybe I can buy myself something nice with it. My stepdad aslo promised me the car of my choice if I went to AUD. There's the bright side.


The brightest side of all is, there is no way in Heaven or Hell I'm going to go to KU. The buildings are diseased, the people are perverse, the professors are of minimal intelligence and the degree is worthless. There's also no way in Heaven or Hell my dad will agree to pay for a private university in Kuwait. He'll have to give in eventually and realize that I am studying abroad, be it in Florence or Dubai or DC.


If I go to NYU I'll major in Business and Economics. If I go to Dubai I'll major in Visual Communication and Media and have my stepdad buy me a Chevy SSR.

And then.

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