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And when you get too close, you get severely burned and scars to remember forever.
Ahem.
So, how has everyone been?
Without the internet, I dont have much interaction with anyone near my age/interests. Oddly enough, there doesnt seem to be anyone here, in my neighborhood. Oh sure, there are people, but they are little kids, or parents/old people.
Went to my aunt's apartment. Her internet was broken so that it wouldnt let me go to websites, but it let AIM run. And that's about it. u.u
Ah yes. Past weekend was a holiday. I got a cellphone from my aunt ("You drove to all those state/places without a phone?!?") and clothes. I recieved money from my uncle on the second day of the holidays, along with some biting comments concerning religion.
The past week, my uncle has been arguing with my aunt about how I am not following "his way" of things. Religion wise, of course.
He is really angry that I dont cover my hair, and that I wear short sleeves (shortest is up to my elbows) when it is hot. He wants my aunt to talk to me, so I can start to dress proper.
I remember something that one of my friends had told me, about when I went to Egypt. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." For a reason I cant put words for, I feel an extreme reluctance to wearing a scarf, a feeling of suffocation. I am already so confused about the subject of religion, I really dont need this to complicate things further.
What I really really hate is how much lately they have been arguing about religion and me, and the intensity of their arguing. The arguing picked up pace yesterday. My aunt tells him you cant make someone follow a religion, the actions wont count because it doesnt come from themselves, from inside of them. That religion comes from a good feeling inside, and you doing things religiouse wise because you want to do it, because you believe it right.
When he insists, she tells him to talk to me himself.
What I am most afraid of is that he is going to point to the door, tell me the black stuff outside is the road, and then I will have nowhere to live.
Or make life really really miserable for me.
On several occasions, I came across my fanatical aunt talking about me to relatives/her friends. In Arabic, of course. I can tell a bit of what was said. I dont think I care anymore. Any care I have over it is because it isnt helping my case any, 'specially because people talk.
And it all goes right back to my uncle and oh God I am in trouble.
My uncle made me call my mom the other day, when he found out I never call her to just say I am doing ok. Of course, before he made me dail the numbers in front of him, and talk to her in his presence, he gave me a dissertaion about blah blah blah.
*is pained*
The aunt from NY pointed out that everytime my uncle walks in the room, I disappear. I didnt realize it untill she mentioned it. My subconciouse at work. -_-
Heh. Whatever happens happens, I guess.
Oh! I saw this guy the other night that looked so familiar, and I immediatly recognized him as a kid from the private school I used to go to. To be sure, I asked him if he went there.
Yes he did.
I asked him if he remembered a girl named Aleia in his class.
Indeed he does.
Ah ha ha. Things were a bit dissapointing from there on. I really dont feel like going there again.
I applied online to a job working in the kitchen of a hospital. I really hope I get it. *crosses fingers*
Did you know:
An electric eel can release a charge powerful enough to start 50 cars.
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