Grandma's little girl.

Sunday was weird. I normally don't spend much time with my 2 grandmothers but yesterday i went to watch a movie with both of them. While they conversed in Sindhi, by the way,a language that i do not speak. I just sat there minding my own business. Like mentally killing the taxi driving for switching his chinese opera on so loud and also shouting in my ear while actually shouting to his phone wich incidentally was on speaker. Also for shouting LEFT and RIGHT every single time i told him to turn. Either he was utterly tone-deaf or he was born to piss me off.

I went to a place where the Indians come to gather it's like the indian who's who was there. It was so weird and my more-social grandma kept saying 'hi' and 'bye' to everybody. OH. yeah lotsa older men and young boys with turbans or rather the buns on top of their head. i have to find out what their called, it seems wrong to call them BUNS.
A little footnote.
I hate lim bey bey. The teacher with many names. Grr. she gives us homework that is due on wednesday. The Friking corrections for the friking MYE amaths paper. Damn. Oh well of to do the wretched homework or maybe i'll just 'FORGET'. Hmmm how bout that, seems like a more pleasing idea.