Aloo, beeya bokhor pollo.

Well, well, well.
I had a really nice weekend.
Let's dissect.
On Thursday night I met Maaneli at Matt at the spectrum (they had to go to his sisters birthday dinner) where we took off at 9:30ish.
Got myself a filet-o-fish that was so great.
We listened to Dave Chappelle on the drive.
As we got closer to Santa Barbara, I noticed the oil drilling ramp thing with the lights and the Santa display that Dan had told me about. Made me think of him. Cue the smile.
We got into town around midnight.
Stayed at the Best Western Beachside Inn, expecting the worst and recieving just about the best.
Fell asleep about half an hour afterwards.
On Friday, we woke up really early for orientation.
Maaneli and Matt dropped me off and spent the day hanging out with their friends, which I was rather envious of.
They ran into Diana, which is craziness.
It was a long day for me (7am-330 pm)
Got a bag full of info, stood in line for ID, sat through a 3 hour long lecture, took a tour of campus, ate lunch with Kristen who seemed so nice, waited to talk to my major advisor, realized I have to take calculus and statistics and almost cried.
Matt and Maan picked me up and I was exhausted from information and walking around.
We took the 101 to San Jose and it was a beautiful drive.
I was taking so many pictures throughout.
We stopped in San Luis Obispo and I thought it'd be fitting for a weekend visit.
I started doubting my psychology major.
I talked it through with M and M telling them how much I loved photography, how much I'd love that to be my choice, what to do and such.
Maaneli thinks I'm talented enough to go through with it, Matt had a more practical response.
It left me with an uneasy, crappy feeling of being lost.
Got into San Jose around 8:45.
My grandparents on my Dad's side are the most amazing people. Ever.
We were immediately served so much food. I ate more than needed but ah, how it hit the spot.
Rice that had cranberries and almond slivers with homemade kabob and chicken drumsticks.
Had a strange phonecall that was unnecessary.
Went to best around 1am.

On Saturday, my grandma greeted us with breakfast.
Matt got to see what my grandpa eats.
Cow tongue.
Ugh. I can't even look at it. It's so gross to visually see.
Afterwards, we took a trip down memory lane.
Drove to the last house we lived in, the school where I had preschool and my sisters went through til 6th grade, Maaneli's jr. high, my grandmothers old house that we grew up in, AVAC gym, Aram bakery and Los Gatos.
We parked in Los Gatos and walked around.
M and M had the famous gelato and I got an iced coffee.
Matt bought my grandma these beautiful flowers.
Went back to my grandparents house.
They talked about life in Iran.
How different and more quality things were/still are.
How my grandpa still gets payed from the oil reserves job he had.
How he gives her money every month that she uses only for charity and church.
She is honestly so unbelievably generous, loving, and everything that is good.
Her main purpose in life is to make everyone else happy and satisfied, regardless of how much it takes out of her.
She believes that God will take care of her in the end so she has nothing to lose in her constant giving behavior.
I only hope that I can be a fraction of the person she is.
I could go on and on about how amazing she is, seriously.
I'll go on though.
My dad and Mandana got in right after all that.
They brought a laptop for me so I could register for classes.
After 4 hours, I finally figured out something to work with.
Almost everything was full, leaving me with a lame and random schedule.
Monday through Friday.
----Mondays: 9-9:50 Calculus, 10-10:50 Environmental History, 3:30-4:45 Modern Contemporary Theater
----Tuesdays: 8-8:50 Calculus, 12:30-3:20 Indian Cinema
----Wednesdays: same as Monday
----Thursday: same as Tuesday
----Friday: 9-9:50 Calculus, 10-10:50 Environmental History
Yeah, pretty jam packed, eh? I don't know about the theater and cinema classes. They were the only ones available and satisfy upper division courses that I need.
Blehhhh.
Whatever, I figure, I'll check it out and if I panic, I'll make an appt with a counselor and switch it up within the second week or so.
Calculus scares the crap out of me.
Okay, so, San Jose.
That night, we went to my uncle's house where the rest of my family would be to celebrate Mandana's graduation.
It was good fun, food and times.
Took a lot of pictures.
Had a strange fortune of bad luck, of an anticipated broken heart.
Then Dan called minutes after.
It was strange...
After a series of text messages, he said he missed me and I felt better about the episode.
I figure, if things end up in an unfortunate manner then so be it.
But I hope not.
Everything happens for a reason and I'm willing to risk the pain cause I genuinely really like the guy.
I don't want to look to into it so I'm going to try not to.
On Sunday, we had breakfast with everyone at Moshgan's.
Again, it was so nice to be with all my family.
Afterwards, we headed over to this outdoor mallish shopping plaza that was SUPER nice and new, Santana Row.
My dad, Maaneli and Matt stayed for a little then left around 3 cause they had to drive.
I could tell Maaneli really didn't want to leave.
I had my arm around her as we walked to the car.
Then Moshgan took my grandma back and the rest of us (Ameh Mitra, her husband, my two cousins, Mandana) stayed.
We walked around and had lunch at this adorable cafe.
Then we drove to Moshgan's house.
I fell asleep while Mandana went swimming with my cousins.
I woke up and had a glass of white wine with her and Moshgan.
My grandma came over with more food.
Mmm.
Before we knew it we had to leave.
My Ameh Mitra, my grandma and my cousin took us to the airport.
My grandma sat in the back, between us and I had my head on her shoulder through the drive.
I could feel a lump in the back of my throat as we drove.
We got to the airport and as I went to hug her, she had tears in her eyes.
Well, that was it for me.
I lost it.
Shower storm between her, me, Mandana and my aunt.
It's always so hard to say goodbye to my grandma.
Especially when she says things like, "I pray that I live long enough to see you get married and have kids" as I'm leaving.
When they left, we realized that our flight was in 25 minutes.
We rushed through security, checking in etc.
Got to the terminal to see that we really weren't that late.
Ended up sitting in the back of the plane but at least we were together.
The flight wasn't too bad, it actually went by really quickly.
Only an hour and 20 minutes.
We landed around 10:15 and waited for my mom to pick us up.
And that was that.
Here's to another week of summer.