I just got back from a nice, sweet, much needed roadtrip. Actually I wouldnt quite call ita roadtrip, as most of my time was spent camping by the side of the missisipi river. So, camping would be more like it. White water rafting, Rock climbing, swimming in the warm water, was just really refreshing, and a welcome change from the dull that had just suddenly taken over my life.

Today I got together with one of my good female friends, and we went to watch a screening of bride and prejudice. Mind you, when first asked to go watch this, I thought it was the movie staring keira knightley, but that was apparently PRIDE and prejudice. Anyways synopsis of the movie is that is a "bollywood musical". American guy comes to India to attend a marrige of a friend of a friend, falls in love with indian chic. Indian familty opposes blah blah blah etc etc etc. In all honesty, I enjoyed the movie. It was somewhat funny and entertaining. It was also nice to see a little bit of indian culture again. I dont know tho, just like like mommy does, they did a horrid job of stereotyping americans, describing them as being rude and selfish and snobbish. I dont know about others but I for one learnt to always open doors for people, to hold chairs for women when dining with them, and various other small little things I've never seen Indians do. But then again, I guess I would be stereotyping if I went past saying thats all I've seen.

However, I realised one thing, and that one thing made me, probably sadder than anything in a while. I had absolutely nothing, zero, zilch, nada in common with any of the indian themes in the movie, well except one; I fucking love indian sweets. I've been to 1 indian wedding in my lifetime, and that was my Uncle's wedding. But halfway through the wedding I punched one of my cousins in the face and made his nose bleed and was promtly driven home to be given a good spanking(?). I dont remember anything past a bloody nose and yelling parents and relatives, but I can only assume the consequences. Theres something called the "garba". After googling this(yes its fucking sad I know), I realised that I 've never been to one of these dances before much less heard of it.

But yea, nothing in common with Indians. I dont really share the culture. I accept it, but dont follow it, though I did feel a little tickling in my tummy around all those indian themes. Odd, being that my mom is so damn religious. Oh well past is the past. It's time to lead the new life. Hope everyone is doing well.