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i think i may have started some straight up family drama. my uncle gave me garlic powder to take to france with me. i guess my aunt in paris wants garlic powder. why they need garlic powder in france is beyond me. well, i'm holding the jar in my hand, getting ready to put it in my suitcase and all of a sudden i smell garlic. i flipped the fuck out, and went in and told them i refuse to put garlic near my clothes. they offered some double bagging solution. but i wasn't having it. i'm not going to risk it, because i think smelling good is a little more important than a jar of garlic. i told him that they should just ship it, and if they wanted, i would ship it. i think he said something to my cousin like, "when you get older, don't be that spoiled." i'm ultra stressed. i feel like fucking ups. there are already a bunch of nuts in my suitcase. these are the times i wish i wasn't iranian. i guess i should be thankful, i'm not carrying bread with me. also i haven't done shit about boston, and i had to look up some shit tonight. and i just want to bang my head on a wall. my room is still a mess. i've packed almost everything. sarah just called me to wish me a safe journey. i'm going to miss that girl when i'm in boston. i swear, i've been whining about not having a good friend (who lives close by) who likes to go out and do fun things for years. and now that i found one, i am moving away. i've lost more weight. it's craziness. i think it's because i've had no time to eat much lately. but i was HOPING to lose a certain amount by two weeks time (unrealistically) , and i'm only 2 pounds away from that goal. i think i had more things to write about... but i'm too tired to rack my brain. SEE YA IN 2 WEEKS. i might write entries while i'm there. but i kind of doubt it. i also hope none of my many flights crash. you won't be able to read what i write anymore. and i won't ever live to see radiohead perform. |
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