LIFE

nineteen.one.twentyohnine

I can hate it with such passion sometimes.

But I shall try so very, very, VERY hard not to vent.

keyword: TRY



My horrible weekend basically starts out on Friday. I get a lovely call from Immigration. They're suspicious about my visa because I'm only taking TWO classes this semester and they think I'm trying to work here illegally (because this country is soooooooooooo kind to foreigners).

So i spend a good 3 hours on public transportation just to get to the Immigration office where I'm interogated by officers on why I've been in this country for so damn long:

1) My father used to work here
2) I moved here when I was 8
3) I love your country and want to live in it forever and ever....gah.

I was on the verge of tears, but being such a "strong" woman, I remained cold. Bwahaha, what nonsense, I was freaking out and hoping that I wasn't going to get locked in dentention and raped by big burly women :S

After being stuck in the office for about 2 hours...it was another 3 hours back home. Do Not Ask. Public transport in this country sucks balls. And it doesn't help that the immigration office is in Timbukto.

Moving on.......yes, the night of absolute shittiness has yet to end.

I get home at around 5 30pm. And I decide to drink. Lots of vodka. Mango vodka. Mmmmmm.

I think I might have sent out angry vibes to the world, because not soon after my glamourous read: gay buddy rings me up to join him at my neighbourhood pub. I say "My" because I can quite literally crawl home if need be. We call up my ghetto read:awesome neighbour and she joins us. It seems like my day might end on an awesome note. We chill, hang and meet new friends (who were loud and rowdy and playing drinking games) and we get happy with them.

Ghetto "Dude, its almost midnight...you better get home"
Moi "Gah. Ok, let me pay for the bill"
Looks through bag. Looks through bag. Empties out bag on huge neighbourhood pub table.
Moi "Where the FUCK is my wallet?!"
Flash back sequence to bus...Immigration office....bus.... . . .
Moi "I lost my wallet.......*sooooooooob*"

In twenty four hours, I get called to Immigration. Suffer horrible public transport. Lose wallet while using horrible public transport.

I think the only highlight of my weekend was when Superstar won an award. I felt like a proud mother :P