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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:54:53 GMT

How unlike me, not posting on my birthday. I guess I'm changing. Or getting lazy. Whatever.

I am posting from school! For some reason, the GISD firewall blocking xanga no longer exists! (It used to, I've checked before.) In light of the situation, I shall write during my aiding period although I really should be annotating Othello.

Short recap on my birthday party last Saturday. Fatima comes to my house 40 minutes late acting all cool. She says Julia just texted her saying that she was in Irving on some family business. And I'm kind of pissed. As Fatima lounged on the lliving sofa and I straightened my hair in the bathroom, something catches the corner of my eye in the reflection of the mirror. The miror reflected my room which was behind me. The space between the blinds kept flickering pink. It looked like someone had toilet papered our house again, except with pink streamers?

I walk outside, and there is Julia taping (littering) hot pink streamers and pink ballons to my house and the grass. She barricaded the door with streamers, of which I slid under to look at my house. She told me I was supposed to rip through the streamers, so I did. It was rather funny. She then told me to then follow the balloons. Apparently she had made a balloon path for me to follow. This was kind of exciting, until I realized there were only 3 balloons to follow and the present at the end was white-out tape. Thanks, Julia.

Nadia comes soon after and we commence watching The Proposal and eating Ruffles with a mixture of salsa-french-onion-bean dip. Julia attempted to finish straightening the rest of my hair out as we watchd the film. I guess she was quite successful. I just loved having her deal with African hair for the first time and being astounded by how much gel (ke'bat) goes into our ever-so-dry hair. After the movie, we played some good-old-fashioned Smash Bros. on the N64. I totally owned everyone, of course.

At 6 pm, we piled in our cars and headed off to Firewheel, after almost dying in the car first (with Fatima stopping at a red light and all). We stopped by Papaya until our 7 o'clock reservations at Houlihan's and met up with Mawerdi celebrating her birthday with Niya, Binnet and Binnet (hah, two Binnets).

Houlihan has a pathetic menu. I recommend not going there ever. So I order the Rosemary chicken for 17 bucks. And all it was was a slab of brest meat too dry and salty for my tastes. They ran out of mashed ptatoes, so I had to settle with some weird mix between cold pasta/rice. And the side of artichokes were raw and bitter. Terrible. But anyways, while we were waiting on our food, Julia gets up saying she needs to go to the bathroom. She comes back two seconds later. That was fast. It turns out she had told one of the waitresses it was my birthday and wanted them to do one of those embarassing "Happy Birthday" singing. They didn't. It would have been nice. She instead came up and was like:

Waitress: Who's birthday is it?
Me: Mine.
Waitress: Oh okay. Well you get one free miniture dessert from our oh-so-pathetic menu.
Me: Oh, okay.
Waitress: At least I didn't have to embarrass you, right?

Just don't ever go to Houlihan, okay?

Oh, interesting note. When we arrived at the mall, there was this blue minvan that drivers's seat was unlocked with the keys in the ignition and the engine running. RUNNING. We decided to ignore it, judging that the owner would come back in no time. One hour and twenty minutes later after dining, we come back to the cars and the van is STILL running. Huh. We write a small note, turn off the ignition and leave the note and keys in the drivers's compartment. We then call security over and leave to check out more stores and take more pictures near the fountain. We come back thirty minutes later, and the van is still there, still open. WOW. As we are about to leave the owners come out--two women. We tell them about their car. They thanked us, but, wow, what? How did you--? Where were you--? WHat--? No, just forget it, Hanan.

That wasn't quite a SHORT recap, but hey. I meant to blog today about my falterring grades and despicalbe work ethic. But I think I can sum that up in a sentence or two:

I'm going to get the first C in my life (not counting 5th grade). I may get TWO C's. In short, I fail. Yay.

I had a fabulous day :D

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:38:02 GMT

Catching Fire comes out today!!

In Physics this morning, Julia so kindly remembered to finally bring her gifts from Korea. She got me this really cool metal bookmark that she said was hand painted. It's a very thin gold plate shaped into a circular fan with red, yellow, and blue swirls--probably meaningful in Korean culture. Thanks Julia! <3

Lines handed back our design labs about the bounce of a superball. After looking over mine, it really was "insufficient," as he so numerously branded all over it. There was a perfect score (which was 12/12) in the class though. And it was unexpected. I have to dialogue this part.

(Continuing earlier conversation)

Lines: Zane's not late! Yay!

Elizabeth: Wait, something's wrong...Zane's not late...-fumbles around blindly-

Selena: Today is just a weird day! First Zane's not late, then I get a 12...

Timothy: YOU GOT A 12!?!

Best thing that has ever happened in that class. Timothy is not usually so brash--he got a lower grade. He said it popped out. xD

Lines: -laughing- This is why you don't announce those things.

Me: ROFL.

Timothy: -apologizes meekly, suprised with himself-

That was just my favorite. To continue with the day, I talked and didn't pay attention a lot in Cockrell, and then in orchestra, violas didn't get to go do the chair test!! Really? On the one day I'm pumped and actually willing to go first if need be? Oh well. More time to practice. I need to look at that All-Region music...

TOK was blegh. Afterschool though, we had our first GAMV meeting of the year. And it went awesomeee. Of course, half the original club was of at BETA club, which we've got to work around now that it's become a factor. We had a huge (relatively speaking) turnout: muslims and non-muslims alike. It was wonderful. Janelle, Kelly, and Tim came to check us out, and Alex and Quynh even stopped by after BETA club. Rachel E. and Farah Abughazelah even came to stop by. The meeting was vibrant, educational, and it was great to see new faces! More people to meet and become freinds with. Rachel, I wish the best for your new baby! :)

Thank you all who made my day.

Ramadan Kareem. May peace be with you. :3

Everyday I say I'll do some, and everyday I don't.

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 21:39:26 GMT

Holy crap. Where the hell did the time go? Oh yeah, it was carelessly wasted away studying French, college researching and watching two full seasons of Friends--anything to distract me from what I should have been working on since April: my extended essay. Crap, crap, CRAP! And with three weeks left, will everything magically fall together? That is precisely what I'm aiming for. I think I'll hit a major breaking point soon, in which I will frantically and effectively get things done. I've written most of the introducing chapter, and I have an idea what the next chapter will focus on, but I haven't a clue about what the next will cover. And my poor mentor, Mademoiselle Embler, for having to deal with me.

Once I get back from Memphis on Monday, it's on! Oh, yes, we just got in last night. Abdulhakim and Fakiha came last week from Atlanta, orignally from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. We escorted them on a nine-hour car drive from Dallas. Their son, Hamza, is amazing. If it weren't for his fob-ness, I don't think I would feel the same about him. This video will explain:

Yeah, that was my cousin, Samit and friend, Sitra recorinding Hamza being, well, Hamza. I'll miss that kid.

With all the visitors and travel, I've seen quite a few of my relatives. And all of them seem to say the same thing: I've grown nicer. I sit down with people, and I smile now, versus the misanthropic, animal I used to be. I totally remember being a total brat, but I didn't realize I was so...bad. I never greeted people, I never talked to people, heck, I even hit some people if they bugged me enough. I figure I've changed for the sole reason that I'm older now. I have an act to keep up--the mature, sensible conversationalist. And I think it's a change for the better.

Stubborness

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 21:29:09 GMT

My family left for Houston this afternoon for a wedding of one of our relatives. And when I say my family, I do not include myself, as you may have probabaly concluded from that sentence.

I was supposed to go. My mother made it an ardent point that my relatives wanted to see me. I for one am sure that they could care less if I was there. Even your sister is going, she repudiated, you have to go too. As if. I would have liked to go, but certain circumstances and relationships made doing so impossible. At least for me. I've been hiding out at my aunt's home for the past couple of days. My mother confronted me earlier today, with her final pleading. All your things are packed and in the car, let's go, she said. I, still in pajamas and teeth unclean, responded with the expected no. I admit, I am stubborn. Once I've set my mind, I'm completely immobile. I mentioned to my aunt later that the only way I would have gone with them was if the person who hurt me apologized. It's funny, there are reasons for both of us to apologize. I've, honestly, never apologized (sincerely) for anything to anyone in my life, yet I expected this person to do just that for me in spite of the unbalanced situation. The whole ordeal was extremely dramatized, in my opinion. What's wrong with simply not going? It's not that important, at least not to me. But my family members thoguht otherwise. I've had at least five seperate conferences on how I was breaking my mother's heart by not going. How I was breaking their hearts. But just the other day, my decision hadn't bothered anyone. Hm...the facts all point towards my mother exaggerations. She can get so emotional.

I'm hoping I can change. It's so hard to say 'I'm sorry.'

On a brighter note, I got The Sims 3. What with all the enthusiasm Janelle and Quynh have been making, how could I not check it out? I made sure to thouroughly read and watch any online review of the game before purchasing it with all of the money I possessed. But, I'm glad I did. Sure, it may be a total waste of time (you HAVE to admit). I mean, I spent the better half of the day simply watching my Sims go to work, shower, and sleep for 12 hours without interfering much. And then I deleted the file because I wanted a different house, but didn't want to purchase another one with my own money. It's just so darn AMUSING. You just can't help but internally snicker when your Sim develops a crush or pisses himself. Can't wait to get further accomodated with this franchise.

And then back to the crappiness this summer is turning out to be, my cousin deleted my file in Harvest Moon. I was almost done with my first year. And it's gone. Sigh. I didn't overreact . But next time, that little rascal will suffer. :p

Busy Busy

Fri, 29 May 2009 02:20:57 GMT

I did not expect this today. What hecticness.

The day started out well. Well, not really: it began at around 2:30 AM as a I finished my World Lit paper. I finsihed at 5:30 AM. I got 10 minutes of sleep. Then my day started officially. I yanked some clothes on my body and stole my sister's camera. I'm glad I did.

Went on a little camera spree. The school day was fun; it was the last real B-day of my Junior year. I turned in the World Lit Paper befoire 7:30 AM, and that is the end of that and school esentially. I DID IT! I SURVIVED JUNIOR YEAR! Now there's that accursed essay to write. I can do it!

Turning in Physics textbooks, whoo!

Someone was bored.

Tim and wtf.

Julia OOC.

What is she doing?

At the end of the day, Julia asked me if I'd like to go to Weaver to paint the mural we've been working on. I said sure. After TOK, she said she had to go to Felton for something. I said I'd go to the orchestra room to get my exemption form signed. I bumped into Miss Embler, my EE mentor, on the way. We discussed a little about my EE. Mr. Peacock wasn't in the orchestra room. Went to the comp sci room for Technology club's election meeting. Ended up signing in and voting Julia as President of the club. She won (yay). Met up with Fatima and Nadia and departed toward the elementary school. Miss Jolley hadn't bought white paint, so there really wasn't much to work with.

Paintbrush Musketeers.

We decided to leave. The Julia coulnd't find her backpack: she had left it in the school parking lot. How you ask? I honestly have no clue.

How? HOW?!?!

It's all alone.

So we were near the school. Might as well go to the ROC and get more CAS evidence and help out Fatima, who went there. It was fun. I felt talkative, played a little Scrabble and met some really cool people.

Yay, Scrabble.

By the time we were done with the ROC, it was around 5:45 PM. I thought it might be a nice experience for Julia, Nadia and me to check out Edward Fretheim's recital. I've always wanted to see the String Bass played as a real instruemnt.

Going at it.

It was nothing short of outstanding, marvelous, stupefying, and just a bit ridiculous. I never knew you could DO that with a bass nor that shifting that HIGH was possible. When it was over, I thought it'd be logical to get Mr. Peacock's signature to exempt.

I'm tired.

The Moral of the Story

Sun, 17 May 2009 02:26:52 GMT

I need to start dialogging my life on this thing again.

I'll start off by mentioning my succession to the presidency of FNHS. It was something magical when I heard my name being called. The way elections were done, the candidates who ran for president were placed in the positions of president, vice president, and senior rep dependent on how many votes they received (the candidate who gained the most votes would be president, second most would be vice president, etc.) They started with Edgar Segura who placed third apparently and became Senior Rep. Now that was a surprise--I was expecting Edgar to win it all. Next was the call for vice president, and again my name was not called. Two frightening thoughts were now swimming in my head: 1) I didn't even place and lost the elections entirely or 2) I was the new president. Both were, at that moment, inconceivable.

Sure enough, Aaron Sopocco called my name, announcing me as the new president of the French National Honor Society. I can't think of a situation in which I felt the feeling that I felt at that moment. A genuine smile of shock stole my face. I walked to the front of the room as my fellow peers cheered. A gave a small speech, a speech of thanks and call for change. I may have offended the current board, but who really cares. As president my goals are as follows:

PRESIDENTIAL GOALS:
1. Organize a team and compete in local French competition.
2. Create specialized project exclusively for the club.
3. Be involved in school activities and all club activities.
4. Ensure proper communication and awareness of club activity and status (distribute probations, announcement of meetings well in advance).

To name a few. There was sure a lot more that pissed me off about the club this year, but these sure qualify as the top ones. Wish me luck!

And briefly, my checking account was hijacked. And I allowed it. I...signed up for one of those cheap trial products online. And I used my card. After 14 days, well, without a cancellation, they assume you'd like to continue to purchase their product--but now its not the "trial price." They charge full price, and take the money directly from your account. I lose $73 with the first purchase and $83 with the second before I even realized what was happening.

Please guys, don't ever buy anything online if you cannot trust it.

GAMV slumber party was last night and this morning. And...it was fun. I feel proud in knowing that I conceived (that's the THIRD use of that word in this one post) and executed this event because it's very unlike me. I want to thank everyone of my girls for participating and having a good time. I love you all. Let's do it again ;D

Victory

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 00:00:35 GMT

My first ever online victory. And my opponent was pretty tough!

As you can by the progress graph, we were averaging some 30 points per turn!

My scrabble doctrine relies on the working of words I would have never known beofre. If the shoe fits.

If you have a facebook, add the Lexulous application! I'll be happy to verse you! >:D

Satan's Assignment

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 01:28:11 GMT

This Dossier is seriously killing me. Everything's due Monday, and I haven't even finished the code. Great way to end Spring Break, hein?

Thank God I'm not experiencing what I did last time I worked on this program.

Single handedly the worst weekend ever.

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:25:51 GMT

It all started on that wonderful Friday afternoon--remember, the one with the ethereal skies and holy winds? I believe I was sitting at my computer desk, diligently working on my program dossier design for computer science class (which was in fact due on the prior Thursday), taking in all those nice computer screen rays while munching on an ungodly amount of Girl Scout Thin Mints. I couldn't even imagine the prospect of my sister coming home to visit on such an inconspicuous weekend. She said because she felt like it. Anyways, she was home by 9pm, and I was still glued to my not-so-favorite computer working on my not-so-favorite project.

I didn't work as late as I probably should have that night, thinking that I had the entire Saturday to work on it. Saturday was in fact, the worst day to plan to work on a project in which I had no incentive or clue about. Saturday was in short miserable. I felt time slip through my fingers like some non-viscous fluid. I found myself slaving over the design, breaking down and crying over m y imbecility. I was sick of it. I went out with my sister at 8:30pm to check a showing of Madea Goes to Jail (brilliant movie, I might add).

Sunday morning was the same business: more slaving. I went out in the morning, to go visit Yasmin and Samira while my sister was in town. I worked on my design at their house while watching Sex and the City. My sister left back to Austin uneventfully after this. I continued to work on my dossier. At this time, I have probably failed to mention that an impending headache began to engender itself in myself around Saturday afternoon. I decided to ignore it then. Bad idea. The headache never went away.

This headache, in fact, is what made my weekend a living hell pit. It was one unlike I ever experience. A migraine that outshone any of the migraines I've had in my history of being. It was an excruciating, pounding, ear-splitting, intense, unwonted, ridiculous, massive pain unlike ever before. I felt as if the world would end with the pounding in my ears. It was painful to move my neck, let alone lay down. I couldn't rest, could speak, couldn't move, couldn't see; all I could do was cry. I wanted to blame the dossier, and I still do. But really, I think the cookies from Friday are to blame. It pains me to eat one currently.

Amidst my writhing and cries, my mother couldn't stand it anymore. She drove me to the ER, calling Wali and Uma along. I went to the flippin' ER. There, they treated me to my first ever IV, with morphine. It was stupendous, the pain dissipated from body. Then again, I could feel practically nothing as my body became heavy and lulled by the painkillers. Later in the morning (probably around 2am), I had my first ever CAT scan, to check if this migraine were more than a migraine. No, it was just a very painful migraine that should pass wit time. We left the ER at 3am.

I got to stay home on Monday. It was mini-hell, because the migraine returned half-heartedly.

Again. Worst effin' weekend ever.

Thought independent of Language?

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 15:21:04 GMT

So, I'm thinking to myself, "I cannot sleep! I will not sleep!", as the imam recites the Qur'an in that deep, melodious voice that would enduce sleep to any individual deprived of sleep at nine at night. But I couldn't sleep! My mom would make me live it down, and she'd criticize me like she always does about becoming virtually a zombie anytime we go to the mosque. So, I created a game for myself. The crazy thing is that it actually works and keeps your brain alert and focused? And the game is ths:

Think up random sentences. ANY sentences. Anything you're thinking, whatever you're hearing someone else say, a story playing out in your mind are some examples. Then, whip out an imaginary keyboard on your lap, and start that typing! I guess I was worrying about my dossier last night when this idea occured to me.

Automatically it seemes, my lethargic mind had woken. It really is a good game to play with yourself. But at times, I couldn't find anything to type. Obviously, I was thinking "I can't think of anything to type" and I could've typed this. But in actuality I wasn't really THINKING this in any sort of language that could be spoken or typed. Only when I realized that I could write that I had nothing to type had it occured to me that I should type this thought down, if that makes sense. I had been diligently following the thoughts that I intended to type down as they ran thorugh my head, much like I am doing whilts I type now. But when it came to a genuine thought manifested from my mind, I didn't think to type it down, because it hadn't been "converted" I guess into a language that I could tranfer from my head to the invisible keyboard.

Which brings up the question (obviously brought to my attention by our ToK presentation of Language): is thought dependent on language? Is it nescessary to have language in order to think? Oy maybe vice versa? I think not, by my most recent experience, unless its an intended string of words that will soon communicated in language. What do you think?