|Please understand me now
||[Mar. 20th, 2009|09:37 pm]
Meh, my parents keep calling Iran and wishing people a happy new year. I don't like to talk to anyone I haven't talked to in a long time because my Farsi isn't perfect. I don't really use the correct words in the right situation.
I talked to my cousin in California and I guess she's taking an economics class now. No, I'm not jealous at all.
Anyways, I'm going to the hospital at 7 in the morning tomorrow cause Felicia is getting induced and is to give birth by tomorrow afternoon. I don't want to go but since I'm going to cut the chord, I must. The thought of it is making me sick. I'm still really excited about the new baby so that should be a good enough reason to go.
So I think they have internet at the hospital and I'll check my emails there. I'm taking my laptop since I have to write a paper for Art History by Sunday.
I'll post pictures of the baby once she's all clean and not covered in goo.