Fact: I Hate Asking For Help.

Yes, the above title is true. Asking for help, along with apologizing, are the two things I would rather die than do. However, since my fiery persona only exists online, I find myself committing both sins often. Too often for my liking.

Back to the topic at hand, I'm starting university in the fall and will be spending copious amounts of time around people....people that I don't understand. The thing is growing up in Canada taught me many things, but it didn't teach me some essential skills for life here. I can't speak "Kuwaiti" that well, and my grasp of this dialect is as weak Ke$ha singing live (Still love her though). Add that to my completely oblivious nature in regards to social protocol, and you have an outcast in the making. All jokes aside. I turn to you, my loyal followers and always welcome guests, for some social advice in regards as to what I can be doing to decrease the awkward factor as I transition into life as a disciple of the beast that is KU.

I will be extending this notion into a blogging series, where as I go through my days as a Freshman I'll be blogging about my experiences and seeking help from you, my cyberspace friends. I'm actually growing excited at the concept of starting out on the next part of my young life.

Shuddering at the thought,

S.

Another true Random Story

when i was 12 i usedout to watch a cartoon named "Angela anaconda" (i still watch cartoons just not this one anymore). One of the episodes was about pen pals so naturally i had to get one, considering i can never wait for a letter to be sent and a reply i settled for a website that has a database of people which you could email via the website (so they never got your email). Now my mother didnt approve she thought all the people were pervy old people ready to pounce on my innocent youth ;p I dismissed this and assured her that it was innocent.

About a month after i signed up i started talking to this girl from Finland it was all nice and cute until she wrote "must be fun to ride a camel to school, how many bumps does yours have one or two?" After informing her that i ride a CAR (imagine her shock -.-) to school i stopped using the site because well, i rarely tolerate idiots (i did however tell her to use something called google).

A year ago i got a message from the site that i had an email from someone, it was *brace yourselves* a reeaalllyy creepy old guy from Zimbabwe telling me really creepy stalker things (my memory kinda blocked it all it was a very traumatic experience for me). I deleted the account on the profile and cursed angela anaconda for doing this to me.

Moral of the post: LISTEN TO YOU MOTHER! because if you dont you will forever be emotionally scarred just like me.

I hope you enjoyed my pain :)
-p.s: dudes i would appreciate comments it'll keep me going ;)