28.12.10

Shenaniquazies

No. No no no! I'm completely not interested! What makes a man think that I would possibly, even in the slightest, agree to marry him because he asked my father? I do not know him. I do not know his past, I am not pleased by his present, and I have absolutely no intention to be part of his future. How tacky!

I get it. It's the traditional way. But firstly, I'm seven-freakin-teen. I don't even know what men are yet, nor do I care in the time being. My education is more important to me now than anything (I'm studying to become a teacher, for God's sake! Do you really think I want to pass on a poor work ethic to my future students?) and I have no time for such shenaniquazies*. Besides, I have a very long criteria that I don't think many people will fulfill, so HA.

In other news, I'm back in Egypt visiting my parents for my very short winder break. I'll hopefully be back in four days because, quite frankly, I hate Egypt and cannot open my heart to it (and that's saying something because I'm generally very forgiving and open minded). I miss Kuwait and my small, hard-as-a-rock bed and that corner where I shove my head and *sigh*. I find sleep to be a very fascinating topic. Dreams are also very interesting, because they're usually not what you think they mean. I find it really important to record your dreams because when you look over them after some time, you will most definitely start to see a pattern in the meanings. Usually when I have a fight, I dream of flying. That sort of thing. Also, there's one recurring dream I've had since I was seven years old: I'm dressed as Anne (of Green Gables)and I'm running up someone's kitchen stairs, but there are pots and pans tumbling down the stairs preventing me and my animal companions from climbing. It's frustratingly unconventional, so it's meaningless. I guess I was watching Anne of Green Gables and got hungry. That's all.

In other news, I really have to register for Spring courses when I get back to Kuwait. So many things I have to do! It's burdensome. It's an awful feeling knowing that you have so much to do but such little initiative. I need an epiphany that will make me want to do my projects. Sometimes I hate university, but then I remember how insignificant and small it is in the face of the Hereafter, and then I just laugh it off. Eh, right?

I finally convinced my father to let me get a kitten. She's a two month old Chinese Siamese which I fittingly named Sagua. The catch? She gets to live with my parents instead of me. That's not even Kureiji, it's just ironic suckishness.

*shenaniquazies is quoted from Buthayna Al Refai, aka Bubu.

12.12.10

I Want This!

White

Today my heart has figuratively swollen to a truly massive size. It's been one of those days where I cry for the friends I miss (you especially, Torontonian), the snow I yearn for, the home I long for, the life I desire. I also cry for the hell of crying. I have a day once in a while in which I suggest people back off from me, because the smallest thing will set me off, like a fish or a jacket. Pretty normal, eh?

Last night was my lovely cousin's 24th birthday party. I hired one of my... angsty, drama-plagued friends to play the guitar and sign for us because despite his gloomy back story, his talent is undeniable. He hushed all of us with his unearthly voice and confident hands. After solemn moments of listening to great music, we all threw our ages aside and played musical chairs to the Mario theme! A few people fell on my lap and sat on my feet (and I have bruises to prove it!), and I kept losing to the same pair of cousins. It was all in good fun, though. By the end of the night, the guitarist came up to me and said, 'thank you or showing me something I had never seen before this.' I asked him what he meant, and he replied, 'Family love.' In that moment, I was humbled. I couldn't believe that I was seething at my parents because they won't let me travel, when this guy was pouring his heart out to me because he didn't have any family. How tactless of me! I'm eternally grateful for the beautiful and diverse family I have and I'm happy to know that despite everything, I'll always have them to turn to help me back up.

8.12.10

My Conscience is Totally Buff Right Now

Today was the ultimate sigh of relief day. I'm the kind of person who leaves everything for the absolute last second and sometimes even misses deadlines, so today, I finally got everything out of my way. I finished my term paper aong with 2 other Art History essays, I went back to the gym, I got some shopping done, and I hired a guitarist for my cousin's birhday party. What a relief!

I'm honestly so happy to be almost free. There are a few here's and there's, but don't we all have those? There's always something we're desperate to get out of the way until all we have is death. How angsty of me, I know! Today, I finally finished Titanic for the first time. My cousins were hyping it up and making it seem so huge and epic, when it was really the most depressing crap I've ever laid eyes on. Who the hell wants to watch Leonardo DiCaprio freeze to death? There is more than enough depression in the world, thank you very much. I don't need you to impose your drama onto me. Pft.

Moving onwards, here's a tip for all my AUKer's out there: if you ever need to use the bathroom, there's one in the girl's section of the library behind the computers that's always deserted. It's magic.

'Deck the Halls With Boughs of-' Oh, Shut Up.

We want winter! We want winter! Oh, hello, didn't see you there. I was just picketing outside old lady Summer's embassy. Apparently, she kidnapped Winter and took over all the seasons (for the record- Spring and Fall never existed. They were absorbed while in the womb. Summer is the strongest of all. Winter barely made it out.) Winter is supposed to be snow, cold, Christmas, coughmybirthdaycough, festive moods, reviewing the year, and welcoming in the new one. Winter is a time of frolicking in the snow and toasting before a fire. NOT DANCING IN THE SAND AND ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS ON THE BEACH! This is what I call nonsensicality. It makes no sense! It's like wearing Uggs in the summer. As you can see, I feel very passionately about this topic.


My brother is coming to visit me for the... fourth time this year. Holy crap, I love you and all, sibling, but it's time to let me have a turn! I'm trying to get my parents to let me go to Canada for two weeks in the spring. My brother gets to come here four times, tour Egypt, Kuwait, and Jordan, then return to Canaduh. I, on the other hand, patiently wait until his visits build up then POUNCE on the right opportunity to ask my parents. A no is not necessarily inevitable after I show them my grades, right? Tactics, people. They work.

So my brother and I are pretty similar people. It's almost like we're the same person sometimes. This morning I opened my Politics book, and none other than a glamorous 20 KD note falls out. Literally seconds later, my brother BBMs me that he opened his Stats book and a 20 CD note falls out. Tell me that's not magical! Similarly, we both have the same photo of our parents as our phone backgrounds without planning. We also have the same answers on surveys more often than not. It's cool having some connection with your sibling, even if you're not very close emotionally, it's fun to be close mentally.