Okay so summer officially started. Well this happened like two weeks ago, but have I ever cared about time? No, I have not. I care about very few things in my life. And these things may or may not be important, but care I will. Happy Independence Day everyone. I hope you enjoy and appreciate this fine country we live in. I, however, don't particularly enjoy this holiday all too much since I consider August 15th, 1946 MY TRUE Independence Day. Yes, I am an Indian through and through, and even though I was born here, I will never forget my origins. So I am in this MoMa art program thing where I am having lots of fun. However, as usual, my mother is intent on sabotaging my summer and therefore is constantly telling me to study chemistry, and mentioning exactly how much I have disappointed her in all the various ways she can think of. What a joy! So I have also taken up the hobby of getting "my coke rewards." So, if you are drinking Coca-Cola, or any other brand that is owned by Coca-Cola, please save the caps and tell me the codes on them. It would be much appreciated. In other news, I may actually need to take my mother's advice and study chemistry because if I don't I will definitely fail the SAT II Chemistry that I am taking this coming October. The one good thing about that is the fact that I will get to see my chemistry tutor's incredibly hot son once again. I really think this guy is the one. Okay, no I don't, but you know me. Any prospect is a good one! Hopefully we will talk about deep and profound things, realize our undying love for each other, and promptly recite our wedding vows. Ah, me and my daydreams. You gotta love them. I also have a whole gaggle (is that a word?) of sweet sixteens coming up. How I love sweet sixteens. They have everything that I look forward to in life: friends, dancing, food, prospective soulmates, cake. Plus, I know that as soon as I come back from them, I can sleep. Anamika's sweet sixteen was great until my dad came and made a fool out of himself, and by association - ME. Not only did he eat dinner and cake (when he wasn't even invited, and came at the last SECOND, mind you), HE ALSO danced with Meghna and Anamika, and did some crazy moves that look like they came from a John Travolta movie. It was absolutely mortifying for me to stand there and watch. I felt like I was watching a horror movie in slow motion. Yeah, so I'm pretty wiped out, and I guess I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight!

REMINDER TO SELF: Call tutor, Make mom pay for Kaplan, Do some chem practice tests, Do hw for MoMa, Buy cards for Meghna and Monica, Get dad to fix camera