dear diary

dear diary,
this is the second day that i spent doing absolutely nothing. to be honest, this does feel great. maybe i should do this more often but somewhere else, somewhere less judgmental and less eerie than my home. today rihan came over to yell at me for helping his son with an assignment. the kid wanted to know what i would wish for if god granted me one wish, naturally i said bigger boobs, but now that i think about it i should have wished for a different family. as each day goes by i am more and more convinced that i might be adopted. ok lets count the facts:
1) i am much better looking than everyone else (except for my slightly smaller boobs)
2) i am the smartest person that have ever been born in this family for generations, there is a story about how grandma parked her beetle in the frozen meat aisle of the local supermarket, a particularly funny one but i will write about it later.
3) and i care absolutely nothing about these people, now that's the missing bloodline connection. people of the same family, no matter how pissed, always finds some way to love each other, don't they?
4) .....yh, that's pretty much it.

i do have a theory that i might be from the line of hobbits. evolution must have made me taller while keeping my stupid hobbits feet as it is.
now the real question is, what do i do for the next 5 days. the most curious thing is that i keep thinking about irin maam's tedious lectures on french civilization. i always thought that i spend all those hours staring at her orange hair. i am like a cat chasing laser pointer during history. i wish i were born during such a time, during some great war,. things would be so much better if there was something to fight for. the closest i came to a war was when i had that fight with lori for the tv remote. looks like i wouldn't even have to fight for my independence,mom and dad would be more than happy to see me leave (provided they don't kick me out before). maybe i should fight for my dependence, i should fight to be fed till i am old and dead.
ancient people were real lucky, even though most of them died before the age of 50 with plague and other horrible diseases. there was all these new inventions and stuff. now there is nothing left to invent other than probably the cure for cancer and new horrible diseases. all we do is improvise, faster running cars, faster solving computers, there is no more show, no more style, no more mystery, no body wonders about the giant white ball in the sky at night, what we thrive to know is what lies beyond it. what is the bloody use of knowing that? what is the need in knowing about the origin of life? there is a beauty in ignorance, the beauty of mystery.
isnt it is much better to think that there is a super cool alien technology lying under mariana trench that sucks ships and flights into the alien headquarters deep within the earth than knowing that its the earths magnetic field going wacky under there?
if you ask me, ignorance really is bliss!!