Bored. Blogging is fun. It's like talking to myself, only a little less insane. Although I can't say much for my sanity, considering that when I'm studying I'm constantly talking to myself and singing and making weird noises. Yesterday my mom was concerned; she asked me how I'm possibly going to study in university if I need to make weird noises all the time. Roomates/people in the library are certainly not going to be as tolerant or understanding as people at home.

My mother's strange. My brother, like everyone who goes to India, has fallen ill with diarrhoea and vomiting. And my mom's all flustered and was asking him if he wants her to go there and be with him. I was telling her that she worries wayy too much. I get an upset stomach almost every year in India. It's rather normal. Anyway my grandparents took him to the doctor, and he's fine now. My mother going to India now could jeopardise the trip to Delhi, if she decides to stay on and just has me go alone to Bangalore. Although I don't know how that would work either, because my dad's not gonna be in town so there wouldn't be anybody to take me to the airport and anyway I've never travelled alone. and our tickets are booked for Delhi and all the flights seem to be full, and. Whatever. My brother's fine. All is well in the world.

I slept for three hours this afternoon. I'm so pleased with myself.