she says wake up,

it's no use pretending.

i'll keep stealin, breathin her.

i've managed to improve my embarrassingly bad vocabulary a little bit in this first week. however, the modern standard vs. colloquial arabic thing is killing me. i know nothing about how to talk to real people. so i've picked up enough words to say goodmorning and how much? and todirect a taxi driver to where i want to go. that's it. but i try, boy do i try. most people speak english here, so they hate me haha.

and im trying to get used to this city. i dont feel like i know where im going at all, because i dont walk anywhere. we take taxis to school and back, and everywhere else. theyre cheap, but i want to walk. if onyl i wasnt alone, and i wasnt blonde, and i wasnt a girl, and there were sidewalks that would make walking anywhere less of death, i could do it.

im currently stealing internet from the kevork family (whoever they are- i hope they dont read my blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg!!!!!!!!!!) . which means im sitting out on the second floor of the garden, next to the lemon tree. want a lemon? i can pick one for you. i hear theyre good, but i havent tried one yet. we'll see soon enough.

sittin in a park in paris, france; reading the news and it's all bad. the weather here is gorgeous. it's just like isla vista. and i kind of really want to go to the beach. sigh.

assuming that the kevork family is willing to lend me some more time, im attempting to upload pictures. we'll see how it goes.



an hour later: looks like it's going like failure, haha. well, next time maybe. back to the tea and leila.

be who you want, minute by minute.