On Inhabiting India
i'm in such a bad mood and i need to write about it as my personal journal is unreachable. today i am sooo sick of india...culture shock? probably. nothing gets done and you can never give people the benefit of the doubt because they never come through. ever. i guess that happens at home sometimes too. and then the rickshaw drivers lie and tell you they know where you want to go and then we end up driving around for an hour in the dark completely lost...or they might be pretending to be lost to get more of my money. and don't worry, mom, i had a male friend to babysit me, so it was safe. i atleast went to yoga this morning. alex and i found a place near our house that we will be additionally going to from 7-8 in the morning, five days a week for about one american dollar per class. i'm about to go to a tabla kathak dancing demonstration at acm, and i'm really not in the mood. everything is too much today. man, what the natives must think of americans now. it can't be attractive to burst out crying at webworld. but now i feel much better. sometimes it's good to vent. just pretend i never wrote this. things are usually great. maybe i just need to keep this journal balanced. i'll probably delete this entry as soon as i see internet again.