Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Today

I am calling some numbers trying to find some hope something that would proof me and the other doctor wrong . Then I picked one of the clinics after talking to them for more than half an hour , but when she asked me if I would like to make an appointment I went blank. I don't know if I want to know the truth!



Its only three of us against the rest of the class me : the Iranian half Muslim feminist, Lili : she has light skin but I have no idea what is her back round but I know she is hard core feminist activist, and the girl that sits in front of me , she sounds left liberal , and then there is this class full of girls that are full of BS ( yes I don't like them and I think they are wrong because they are shallow and full of illusion of individualistic ideas and they are all pro capitalism and think that Paris Hilton is the sign of success ). There is also this amazing Prof. that even though we are the minority in her class looks at us in a way that I am with you people.

قول داده بودم به مامانش که توی مدرسه باهاش ناهار بخورم شاید که با من حرف بزنه . زد . بین سالاد و ظرف سیب زمینی سرخ کرده هر حرفی رو که باید میزد رو زد من اما توی سکوتم به این فکر میکردم که چرا کسی از خودش نپرسید که گیرم این بچه حرف زد شماها هیچکس و با حال بهتری از من پیدا نکردید که بهش بگه همه چی درست میشه ؟؟



آرایشگاه لیلا خانم پره از خانم های ایرانی پر سر و صدای بد دهن . شهرزاد که زیر دستش نشسته بود صدای حرفی نمیومد . او که رفت نوبت من بود . به اندازه دوتا ابرو درد و دل داشت لیلا خانم . میگفت بهم بگو چی کار کنم . با خودم فکر میکردم که آخه عزیزه دلم من بگم به شما؟؟؟


I am tired , lately I am constantly and nonstop tired. It's eight pm and I have to look for my brown shoes which I have no idea where they are , I have to wash what I would want to take with me for tomorrow's trip and I also need to pack. No one's home I am not sure if I am comfortable with this silence. I feel like I am walking on an edge. I need to go and hide somewhere , some where dark . Or maybe I just need to wake up .