Hello world!

And hello indeed to an entirely new world of blogs and random people getting to read my innermost thoughts. Wow that sounds somewhat creepy. Regardless, blog I must, because I'd much rather have random creeps reading this than have my mother find my diary and read it like she used to when I was a kid and didn't know what the hell "internet" was supposed to be. Sigh. Sometimes you just can't be thankful enough that you grow up. Then the troubles start, and you begin to lose your faith in God and religion and become agnostic or atheistic. Great! Good times.

And just as ironically, I'm back home in Bangladesh for the summer. Since you don't know me, you're probably thinking "how is that ironical," but I'm sure one of my best friends (yes, Rifat, I mean you) is reading this, and she knows exactly what I mean. The fact is, every time I go back to the States for another grueling semester of college, I always pledge to never come back here. And yet, here I am. But this time I DO promise, legitimately, that I will NOT come back in winter, and neither will I come back next summer. I swear....ish!

Yeah that's just me all over. And somehow, I'm the most decisive person I know. I never second guess myself, or change my decisions. Then why the hell can't I stick to this one? It's called emotional blackmail. A talent that my mother has fine tuned to perfection over the years. Practice does indeed make perfect. Yeah, well, you get the gist of it right? I think all mothers are the same in many ways. Yet they do insist on criticizing each other's tactics and methods. End of the day, they all give us endless amounts of love. Unfortunately, most of the time that love is very very demanding and forceful and therefore thoroughly unwanted. Oh well. Life.

So this was meant to be an intro, and not a rant against parents or life. But I realized that I can't seem to do anything in life without adding a rant to it. I think all those government classes are paying off, even if I am ending up with "Cs" in all of them. HA HA! At least I can debate. Yes? I just lost my train of thought. I knew I wanted to go somewhere with this intro piece, but there's this old friend of mine online telling me that if he sings for me, I have to make out with him, and that's got me rather distracted. And I just realized another thing about myself. I guess I am a rather shallow person, because all this time, I'm not worried so much about having to kiss some pretty much random guy. No. I'm thinking more like "I hope he's still as cute as he was a few years back when I saw him last." HAHAHAHAH! Yeah. Meet me.

Ok enough said. I have a piece on Japan that I really want to post, but I didn't want to do that without at least putting up a small intro. This one is quite big enough right now. I'll stop here. Thanks for reading. Read the next post! Please? DAMN YOU! READ IT! :) Thanks again :D