The curse of a very short attention span: losing interest in things that you should focus your mind on like a laserbeam, such as exams, projects and reports. Thanks to the evil authorities of Saudi, which do not recognize an 18-year old woman as an independent entity minus a man attached to give her an identity, my good friend cannot meet me in happyplacedubai for more than a few days. Tragic, but there you go. However, this does not deter me from being determined to leave as soon as is humanly possible and have a great time regardless of UAE-government approved company.

One may wonder why I speak only of the mundane these days. This is because I am shamed into writing something, anything by all the nice people who come by and leave comments, but have absolutely nothing worth writing about, and so end up with a a post about nothing. Hopefully, this will change once the new semester begins and I actually have something to do.

Recently, I was slightly mortified to discover that my mum's oh-so-at-peace with the idea of me going off wandering in a different country all by myself because she doesn't think I would do anything worth worrying about. She has a point, since I have yet to come home high on anything besides sugar and salty air and am not likely to be found in the middle of scandalous situations. This is worrying since I'm supposedly responsible now (kindly contain your disbelieving snorts) and have left my days of sowing wild oats behind. Tragic, really.

I do hate it when an interesting pastime like blogging becomes a chore, ripe with "musts" and "have to"s. To quote someone much smarter than I: