There is a Hole in My Back

Today was a very very lazy day. In fact it has been an overall lazy weekend. The past two days I woke up at around 2 p.m. and didn't peel myself out of bed till like 5ish. I like to either blame it on depression or my mother. Two nights ago, right as I was about to go to sleep, she called me on my cell (by the way, we communicate with our cell phones in this house as it is two stories and it just seems like a better solution than yelling) and started asking me 2348290348 questions!!! And she starts asking me questions about what my sister is doing and what not. LIKE I HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SHE IS DOING!!??? I don't get why she doesn't ever call my sister. She'll only call her as a last resort. It pisses me off. I am going to stop picking up on her.

We'll get to the depression part later. I don't really think I am depressed, just have my depressed moments.

I started up fasting again today and my mom keeps waking me up in the worst possible ways! I go to bed very late so waking me up for sahari is kind of hard. But imagine waking up to a screaming and irritated woman, yelling at you "POSHO, POSHO, EEN AKHARIN DAFAS SEDAT MIKONAM!!" (translation: "WAKE UP, WAKE UP, THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M WAKING YOU") It just doesn't put you in the best of moods. And then, already being in a groggy and shitty mood, my overly-religious aunt's husband walks into the living room and tells me its almost azaan (prayer time) as I was finishing off the last few spoonfuls of milk from my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal. Then, he proceeds to stare at the clock on top of the mantle for like 30 seconds (he is very old) and tells me I have 3 minutes left. I promptly just drop my spoon and leave my last spoonful of milk in the bowl and dump it in the sink. I didn't pray in the morning and nor did I today. They make me hate praying. All my aunts husband does is read the Quran, do his namaz (prayers), or watch Iranian satellite t.v. about religion-related things and occasionally, political things (and I think that is only because of my dad as that is all that he watches). He makes me want to go up to him and my aunt, shake them and scream "THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN JUST RELIGION!"

Anywho, hopefully my desire for praying will come back when school starts. I know fasting doesn't count if you don't pray but I'll improvise and pray to God in a language I do understand and say things I actually mean in my own unique way.

And then to top all this off, as I was doing something on my laptop at my desk, my cat JUMPS on my back and gets one of his SHARP ASS CLAWS stuck in my skin. And then, he cannot wriggle himself out. It was so painful and disgusting to somehow get his claw out of me, as he was frantically trying to escape. It was hurting me so bad. I just wail out in pain and start crying 'cause honestly, I don't know what else to do. Finally, it was over. And now there is a hole in my back.