disorientationed (out of station and have no friggin idea of what's goin on)

im in islamabad. and im hating it. well not particularly, hating it, ive got friends. but ive got no owl, no bezzy, and no crayon to play with. *sigh* people come, people go. i came from the motorway, and that's the road i'll be taking back. it's one of those thyngs i did... i followed all the directions to the motorway... these lill signposts that pointed to ISLAMABAD... and at the toll booth i asked the guy: "yeh sarak islamabad hi jati hai na?" (translation: your shoes are pretty) 0_0 although if you ask me, i wouldve been just as happy at home. but i guess i need to get out. or not. i dont feel like blogging abhi. and so im going to stop. for now no really i am. oh what! you thynk i cant stop when i want to? you dont know me, i can be very very stubborn. and i'm a man of my word. i do thyngs as i say i shall do them. just you watch me :D umm. what was i saying?