You know what, true to my amazing powers of perception and prediction, I am loving my life. I find I have a lot less to say when I am happy. I also find I have a lot less to say now that I'm getting used to it and things no longer seem quite as bizarre as they once did. For example, I have begun a fun, if somewhat strange, tradition of religious banter with some of my closer friends. They say I'm a kafir, I say at least the rest of my family will be in hell with me. And then they go off and pray. Ah, it's a good life.
Seriously, though, it's harder and harder to come up with hard-hitting insightful comments when I'm getting used to the place. Granted, there are things which still drive me mad, but they're so old it seems sad to complain about them more. Of course, Team Fabulous has certainly noticed that whenever I break free of my prison I tend to be hyperactive and extremely happy for at least an hour.
I guess my main concern these days is that, if Effat really wants to have more girls like me come stay with them and study here, they're going to have to shape up in some respects. Like with the mobility issue.
That's all I've got for now. As usual, I am up too late and unable to sleep. But I'm sure that will be fixed soon enough.
Only five weeks left. I'm already really unhappy about it.... ah well. These things all have to end eventually.
Luckily, Team Fabulous will mostly be in London all together, so that'll be a trip.
Alright, off to bed/work.
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libbyyyy i wont mind going to hell with you :) we will have thought-provoking conversations about the stupidity and cruelty of a god who created humanity only to inflict endless torment on most of his creations. yayy
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