You know what I want out of life?
To be able to tell someone, ten years from now, that comes up to me and says, "Weren't you the one who-?" And I would say, "Sorry, that was my twin sister. I'm a different person."

Random confession...
sometimes I feel like I'm the star of my own Truman Show. I feel like I'm always being watched by people as a form of entertainment.

I love this album.

In one universe, there is one cluster containing a galaxy called the Milkyway. In this galaxy, one solar system contains a planet called Earth. On this planet, there exists a continent called Asia which includes a region known as the Arabian Gulf. In this region is a country known as the United Arab Emirates. One of these emirates is called Dubai, and in it is the American University in Dubai. On the campus of this university is a six-story dorm building for females. On the fifth floor is room 1501, and inside this room, sits a girl writing this for you to read.

And if you don't get the whole point of this post, it's just a little too big for you.

This world is a beautiful place, full of beautiful people making beautiful things to smell, see, touch, taste and hear. I will argue with you from here to the end of time that for every bad thought you give me, I can give you three happy ones. This world cannot be improved. This world is perfect already. All we need to learn is how to use it properly, in the way that it deserves to be used. This world is more beautiful than anything I can imagine. I wish I could give the world rosy glasses so that when they wake up every morning, they could realize all this on their own and I wouldn't have to tell them how much this world loves them.

And nothing can change my mind.

Hey, YOU. Yeah, YOU.
Don't blow me off. If you've outgrown a friendship, that's not a crime. If you haven't the courage to do it right, that's just a disgrace to the memories we've created. And I've nothing more to say to YOU.

I'm a little upset.
I'd rather not talk about it. Only state it as a general fact and overall warning.

There is purple in my hair. It looks kinda cool. But it's not obvious. *gloom*

That's just about the most interesting thing going on in my life right now.

Oh and, if you want the impressions people have gotten of me so far, Read more..

Homesick.

Really really homesick.

A part of me just knows that once I'm there I'll start thinking, "I have to get out of here! What the hell is this?! Oh man, they are all insane. I wanna go back to Dubai now."

But right now, I just want to be home.

Random confession...
When I was in second grade, I had the biggest crush on Bill Nye the Science Guy. I was devastated to learn of his untimely demise.

Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem al ittle weird...
It's hot! MOOOOOOOOVE. Get off me, get off me!

My English class got cancelled for today. Awesomeness. Since I pathetically spent the weekend working on a mixture of freehand drawing assignments and colour theory research, I've decided it's a considerable upside that I'm spending my weekdays doing the same things, since now, everyone's doing them.

Mmmmmmm I need to get my Writer's Market back to Dr.Nawn.

The whole point of this entry was to inform whoever cares that the manuscript is nearing completion! *wiggles fingers happily over keyboard*

On the importance of being loved.

I stay up all night doing my homework. I can't being myself to shut away my friends throughout the day, so when I'm there and they're there, it's time to have fun. I sleep at five in the morning every morning. My roomie stays up until my class starts. She's been kind enough to wake me up for my morning classes. When I leave for those, she goes to sleep. When I'm done my noon and afternoon classes, I wake her up for her evening classes, and the beat goes on. It's a convenient arrangement for the both of us.

That and, since I've been getting less sleep (I dosed off while writing an outline in English class today, but my prof loves me) I feel like I've had more time to think and read and write and run. I always make time at least every other night to do some writing, and at least thrice a week to run. I have a picture of a girl Danielle told me about tacked to my desk. She ran the mile in five minutes and thirty-eight seconds. It's my motivation to run faster, harder and longer.

Slowly but surely, my body is adjusting to the new sleeping pattern. It troubles my family, and our friends think my roomie and I are nuts, but it's a nice change from the seemingly universal routine.

When Khayra and I run out of things to argue about, we argue about how ordinary I am, physically. She says the very fact that I am ordinary makes me unique, and I argue that that's just the biggest contradiction she could think up. It goes around and around in circles, but I suppose that's just the way it goes.

According to the Chinese Zodiac, I was born in the Year of the Dragon. This means I am intelligent, enthusiastic, softhearted, bossy and loud. Most of those seem to ring true.

I've decided that I like mango juice when it's cold enough to hurt. I don't know why, I just did. I've also decided that raisin juice is nasty.

I bought a little yellow notebook with a hardback and neatsheets, about A5 size, and started making "To-Do" lists for each class. It was a suggestion in Chapter 2 of my UNIV book, Becoming a Master Student, and so far it's actually helped.

Well, I'm gonna go run now. Nighty night.

Because Dani is missing even though I wanted her to be the first to know...
It's about a book, about a girl.

My English prof held me back after class on Wednesday and told me that she had mentioned me to the head of department. He had suggested I stop by and speak to him briefly, which I did right away. That is, as soon as he came back to his office forty-five minutes later. When he came back and found out who I was, he handed me a thick, heavy book entitled 2005 Writer's Market. He then set me up for an appointment this Wednesday so we could start sending out my queries and cover letters to publishers that may be interested in my manuscript. He said not to worry, the time between sending out a query and receiving a request for a full manuscript may take up to six months, and that I would have plenty of time to finish up.

Welcome to surreal land.

http://sinfest.net/resistance.htm

I'm gonna dress you
up with my love
~

01/04/04

Laughter is the face orgasm. When you laugh, the private organs must go, "What the heck was that? I thought we were in charge of fun!" It must freak the ol' nads out. I imagine there's a running competition between the sex drive and the sense of humor. A battle between the funny bone and the boner. Which can cause more pleasure? The ha ha or the oo la la? Comedy or hot dripping sweaty naughty good times? Which begs the question: After you share a big hearty laugh with someone--the kind that makes you convulse with nasal snort noises--do you still respect each other in the morning? Do you avoid each other, then bump into them at the water cooler and sheepishly go, "So. Things got weird, huh? I laughed. You laughed. One thing led to another..." Ever look at someone and go, Man, I'd sure love to get together with that piece of funniness and laugh and laugh till milk shoots outta me. That person will make milk come out my nose over and over and over again. Ooh. Yeah. Tell me the one about the rabbi and the penguins, baby... Right there... Yeah... Ah! Ah! AH HA HA HA HA HA!