*Sniff*

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Moved HERE

"3ayem" -C.

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Amethyst: Alo?
A: Hala, shlounech?
Amethyst: I'm okay. How are you?
A: I'm good. Can you come over for lunch?
Amethyst: No, I have a final at two.
A: Right, I forgot.
Amethyst: Don't forget for a change.
A: What?
Amethyst: I said, don't forget for a change.
A: Hehe, iyey menich akthar.
Amethyst: Likewise.
A: Are you feeling any better?
Amethyst: Yeah, sort of..
A: Sort of?
Amethyst: Well, I'm okay enough to go take finals aren't I?
A: That doesn't count. You're not doing it willingly.
Amethyst: It does to me. And I'm not exactly doing anything willingly at this point in my life.
A: *Sigh* You're a handful.
Amethyst: Bite me.
A: You're being ridiculous.
Amethyst: So are you!
A: What do you mean?!
Amethyst: You know e x a c t l y what I mean.
A: Can we not-
Amethyst: Yes, if we don't-
A: Alright!
Amethyst: I love you.
A: I have to love you back.
Amethyst: But you're doing it willingly.
A: Why wouldn't I? You're... almost perfect.
Amethyst: Haven't I failed you yet?
A: I doubt you ever will.
Amethyst: Really?
A: Yes, really. I'm super sure and confident. You're going to be something bigger than I am one day. Much bigger.
Amethyst: You know what I really want?
A: What?
Amethyst: I want to be someone else's magician, like you are to me. That's big enough.

C. Not Burning on the Inside

[HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!;* (yesterday)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DR. H!;* (today)]

Mr. Therapy Man, I need to ask you: how can I live on?*

And so she woke up after four hours of sleep with that song stuck in her head. She's falling. Falling into a pit. An eternal pit. And only she can pick herself up, flip the pit around, and make sure she falls out of it rather than into it. She sighs and turns over to get out of bed. She's been spending most of her days in bed. Might as well stay in there today.

She picks up her book and starts to read, ignoring the fact that she has two finals the next day. She has no sense of time. Her brother peeks in to ask if she wants anything to eat. She shakes her head. When was the last time she ate anyway? She shrugs and closes her book. She drags the laptop over her legs. Should she?

She opens it up. And signs into her multiple accounts. The only person she feels like talking to isn't online. Her status says busy. Busy doing what? She's got to be busy doing something. Not really. Says who? She can be busy doing nothing. But she isn't really doing nothing. She's thinking. Overwhelmingly. Is that a word? She can't remember.

Does it surprise her? No. She's already forgotten how to count. She's already managed to dismiss the fact that a red light means stop. Next on the list? She won't even mention it. Last time she felt this way was Summer `07. A book got her through that. Nothing will get her through this. Not even knowing what's next.

What if what's next is worse? She wouldn't want to live anymore. She's already living for one person only. She's already lived enough for everyone else. Wow. What is she thinking? What is it? She's driving herself over the wall. Blasphemous. She giggles. She really is insane.

Nostalgic. A song plays that reminds her of way too many memories. They are flooding her head. And in turn, the thoughts in her head flood her eyes. She needs to leave her bed. Or change its sheets. Maybe all the negativity would shed itself away once the sheets are gone. No?

She doesn't only need to get out of her bed. She needs to leave. Soon. It would do her some good. It has to. And she wishes when she comes back, everything will be less hurtful. People would have moved on and dealt with their issues. And then maybe she can smile genuinely on the inside as well as the outside. She wipes her tears.

She sighs. She sits up on her bed and glances at the mirror to her left. She needs to deal with her hair. It's big from the tossing and turning before the four hours of sleep she managed. Her eyeliner is smuged at well, adding a horrifying effect to the dark circles under her eyes. Her collar bones are starting to protrude. When was the last time she ate, again? Oh, wait. She couldn't remeber that the first time. She reaches out to the elastic band on her bedside table and ties her hair back. She attempted brushing it the day before, but she gave up. As long as her bangs are okay, she'll look fine. Or will she?

She would love to shatter the mirror until she feels better. She knows that'll happen some time soon. But she also hopes it happens sooner than her soon. She wants to be able to live like her name implies. Her brother peeks in again. Does she want anything to eat? No, just water. Can she have a bottle? Two big ones? Sure.

Maybe the water will cleanse her of all of this.. Or maybe she'll look back at it and sing, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that phase.**

*Mr. Therapy Man - Justin Nozuka

**Crazy - Gnarles Barkley

"Wain elnakhwa?" -C.

Here's why I love kids...

Little K: Laish labsa qalb el7ub? (Why are you wearing a heart?)

Amethyst: Le2ani a7ebik;* (Because I love you;*)

Little K: 7ata ana a7ebes;* (I love you, too;*)

M: Fi dodo meni! (You're hurt there!)

Amethyst: Adri *Pouts* (I know)

M kisses the bruise: Al7een etrou7 eldudu:) (It'll go now)

Amethyst: Chan yrou7 eltheeb w ygoul 7ag elkharoof, "Ra7 akleeek!" (Then the wolf went to the sheep and said, "I'm going to eat you!")

Little K makes claws out of his hands: Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawr!

K: Saway chedi wayh elsmecha elfish. (Do the fish face)

Amethyst sucks her cheeks in and does the fish face..

K: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Meta etrou7een elba7ar? (When will you go to the sea?)

Amethyst watching Horton Hears a Who with Little K, M, and K.

Little K: Shoofay, al7een et6ee7 3alaih elshyara! Wa3alaya.. *puts hand on cheek* (Look, now the tree will fall on him! Poor guy..)

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For everyone who is wondering who A is, A is for real. A exists. A is the person who made me who I am now. If it weren't for A, I'd probably be suicidal. Some of the readers know who A is, and for those who don't.. You don't have to. It's okay if A is a mystery to you. And so:

Amethyst: How come you never cry?

A: How come you always cry?

Amethyst: I don't cry. How come you never cry?

A: There's no point in crying. I cry on the inside.

Amethyst: There is.. You let things out. You can't keep everything inside.

A: I thought you didn't cry.

Amethyst: I don't.

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What freaks you out about yourself?

"What are you all about?" -C.

A: Why do you think a lot?
Amethyst: I don't know.
A: Nothing is for no reason.
Amethyst: I know.
A: So, why do you think so much?
Amethyst: It's normal to think about things that concern you or people you love and care about, and there always has to be someone going through something.
A: Right.
Amethyst: This book is funny.
A: Radaina 3ala the book?!
Amethyst: Wallah! 7ada ytha7ek!
A: Drop the book and look at me.
Amethyst: Okay?
A: You need to get a grip.
Amethyst: I know. I will when I get back.
A: No, you need to get a grip now, before you lose it completely.
Amethyst: I know.
A: Red lights like that, can't count, a3sab, excessive thinking, sleepless nights, not eating.. Get a grip.
Amethyst: Inshallah:)
A: No fake smiles. Not with me, anyway.
Amethyst: Okay
A: What the hell is going on with you?
Amethyst: Nothing. I just feel misplaced. Like I'm in the wrong time and place?
A: No, elaborate..
Amethyst: I don't feel like it. You want food?

Lesson learned: No matter what, people who read you can do it all the way. You can't fake it. You got them used to knowing everything about you. And when you decide to withdraw, it scares them. And it also scares you.

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Randomly:

No more school from 8-4

Finals will be over on the 5th!

I need a massage.

I already miss my jam3a buddies;(

Fishbowl is funny;p

I really miss J;*

I.Need.Sleep. Pills?

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"Salamat" -C.

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Tagged by Balqees

ID

Name: Amethyst
My friends call me: ..different things;p
My Nickname(s): Too many, the best of which are Butterfly and Angel Eyes;*
Birthday: Feb 2nd, 1989
Major: Engilsh Literature
Job Title: Student

FAVES

Boys name: Hmm.. I don't have a favorite.
Girls name: Fajer:)
Perfume: Irresistable (and Amethyst;*)
Fruit: Bananas and pineapple
Veggie: Nothing comes to mind;\
Fast food place: Currently McD's;p
Favorite cartoon character: Didn't watch cartoons.. *Cough*
Animal: Serpents
Ice Cream: Chocolate <3




HAVE YOU EVER?!


Bungee jumped: Yeah, and loved it!
Used someone: Maybe, but I hope not;\
Had bloody nose: Once
Played truth or dare: Lol, yes! Countless times;p
Put your tongue on a frozen pole: No
Been in a physical fight: Yes;p
Knocked on wood: Yeah!
Broken a bone: Yes;\
Broken the law: A bit too many times..


LAST TIME

Laughed and why? Around ten minutes ago, my friend was umm.. playing around with a concept;p
Cried and why? I'm not answering that.
Hugged someone and whom ? My mom, around two hours ago..
Recieved a call and from whom ? A, around 20 minutes ago..
Used a pen and what did wrote ? At like fourish, "Enjoy, Darling!" <- Our housemate wrote me a note to tell me that she borrowed some books, and I wrote back on the same note.
Lied and whats the truth ? Said I was okay when I'm really not;p
Recieved a message and from whom ? Just now, from N.
Took a shower: Around four hours ago..
Put make-up on: My trademark eyeliner, this morning;)
Ride a bike: Weeks ago;\




WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU?

Your family: The people who invade my room;p
Your home: Where I am at the end of the day..
Your friends: The people who make me smile:)
Yourself: An amethyst in the process of being shaped for a ring..
Your birthday: The day I was born?
Your bedroom: My place to think which is frequently used as a living room;\
Your car: I don't have a car of my own.
Your mobile: Reaching out to people..
Your PC/laptop: Access to things I love, esp. music..
Blogging: The most suitable outlet:)
Money: A necessity



RIGHT NOW

Eating: Nothing, I'd rather not eat;\
Thinking: I <3>Smelling: No sense of smell;\
Watching: A hort film posted on F.'s blog;)
Listening to: Clocks - Coldplay
Feeling: Drowsy -> Migraine deprived me of sleep;(
Wearing: PJ bottoms and a tank top
Waiting for: Too many things:)
Hating: My migraine?
Missing: J
Loving: I don't feel like long lists;p
Worried about: Someone
Planning: To sleep off the migraine;\
Annoyed with: My migraine




MENTION TWO THINGS THAT

Make you happy: Someone I love is happy + Sleeping well:)
That you're obsessed with: Fixing people's hair/eyebrows + Reading
Make you sad: Helplessness + Feeling lost
You hate: My migraine + Madry;\
You're doing: Listening to music + Talking to my bro
You like to eat: Pasta + Ice cream
Smell Bad: Cheap perfume + Raw fish
That we probably dont know about you: I eat pizza with my hands + I feel naked if I'm not wearing a ring
That you did today: Screwed up a midterm + ran a red light;\
That are dangerous: Running a red light + Jumping off a building?
That you're good at: Reading thoroughly + Witty comebacks
That hurt: Being blown off/Feeling unappreciated + Betrayal (including being kept in the dark)



RANDOM

Tell us something your "3ax el nas" about: I don't brush my hair or tweeze my eyebrows.
Can you play any instruments? Not anymore, no;\
List four things that you are less than 3 meters away from: The book I'm currently reading, the red teddy bear HAJS got me (his name is Cincinnatus today), my phone, and one of my two Banksy books <3
Have you ever been told you look like someone, if yes, who? Kristen Bell, Jennifer Garner, Maram, my mom, my dad, and the list goes on and on..;\
Are you enjoying this tag? Not really;p
What bad habits do you have? I don't brush my hair. I walk away from things when I'm pissed. I bite my nails when I'm pensive, worried, or helpless. Etc.
If you could have one day being the opposite gender, what would you do ? Check myself out as a girl;p
Worst thing that has happened to you this year: I'd rather not:)
What's your current Habba Song? Mmm.. Wonderful - India Arie
Any last words? Balqees, never again;p

Overwhelming Silence

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A: What is it?

Amethyst: *shrugs*

A: You brought me here, so you could sit on the floor and stare through the wall?

Amethyst: I don't know. I thought I had something to say.

A: Talk to me

Amethyst: I said I thought I had something to say. Doesn't that mean I really had nothing to say?

A: You tell me

Amethyst: I don't know. I guess I don't.

A: Don't cry

Amethyst: I don't cry.

A: Whatever you say

Amethyst: You know, my friend lent me a hilariously funny book.

A: And?

Amethyst: It's funny?

A: Okay. You're crying. This is not working. You can't cry and talk about a funny book.

Amethyst: Really? Watch me.

A: Khebla. Are you challenging yourself?

Amethyst: No, I'm betraying it.

A: And why are you doing that?

Amethyst: I wasn't doing it intentionally, and I'm stuck now. That's the book on top of that pile..

A: You're stuck?

Amethyst: Trapped?

A: Be brutally honest. I won't bite.

Amethyst: I never said you would.

A: What's going on?

Amethyst: I wish I could tell you. You weren't there when it first started. And me telling you now.. Well, it would just be a waste of time. You can't help. You know?

A: No, I don't know. I can always help. We both know that.

Amethyst: Not in this case. I feel like I don't need any of this.

A: This?

Amethyst: This equals everything I have or am living.. Everything. Just everything, kel shay.

A: Why are you giving up on yourself?

Amethyst: I'm not. I'm giving up on expecting things to work out the way I want them to. For a kid who didn't like fairy tales, I should've learned that happy endings aren't for real.

A: You already knew that.

Amethyst: Every single time? They're never there..

A: Really? What if-

Amethyst: No what ifs, remember?

A: Right.

Amethyst: Can we just sit here in silence?

A: Of course

Counting Sheep

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I miss blogging. I have so much to say but no time to say it. It's quite frustrating. I'm drained. On the other hand..

I'm finally done with all the responses and papers due for the whole semester!;D

Moving on...

A question for our fellow males:

Do you believe in "The Feminine Mystery?"

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I love my younger brother. He's such a sweetheart. Every time I feel down, he finds ways to make me feel better without me even telling him that I'm not okay. At times, he just knows that I don't feel like talking, so he simply spends time with me in my room being silly. When I stay up late working, he stays up with me, commenting on what I write and coming up with comic relief. Because I'm so busy these days, I've realized that he's the one who misses me the most. 7bbi;*

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Amethyst: You guys, I need to change. Yalla, leave wela abadel jedamkum.

Friend: Amethyst, hatha elazrag 7ag sheno?

Amethyst: Eye cream, ma et3arfeen tegrain? Enzain 6el3aw bara balbes!

Friend: Once wela twice a day?

Amethyst: Twice. 6el3aw.

Friend2 *holding up a pair of shoes*: Are you going to wear these?

Amethyst: Mm, madry. I'll let you know when I'm dressed! Yalla, leave! We're late!

Friend2 *holding up another pair of shoes*: Enzain hathaila ra7 talbeseenhum?!

Amethyst: Madry, 6el3aw bara albes w ba3dain agoulech!

Friend: Khanrou7 chalet next week.. Meta etkhalsoun dawam?

Friend2: Ana ma 3endi shay w 3adi akshet.

Amethyst: Wednesday, but I have finals after that. Would you guys leave?

Friend: Ee, bas manabi wayed nass khanrou7 bas e7na..

*Amethyst starts undressing*

Friends: HEY! SHGA3ED ETSAWEEN?!

Amethyst: 9arli sena agoulekum 6el3aw balbes, madry 3ankum etha you mind or not!

Friends: Oh, enzain 3adi khalseena we're late!

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Randomly:

I miss J;*

I'm growing my hair out.

Banksy's identity is revealed.

My mom thinks I'm getting too thin.

Sleep deprived

I'm considering working during Ramadan, since I have no school. Any suggestions?

The weather is torture without beach.

Ice cream all the way

Pissed at society

...

;$

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I've been getting a lot of casual gifts lately.

I got two copies of what I call The Banksy Book, one from Sou and one from a special someone that shall not be named.

I got Amethyst by Lalique from H and J, and I absolutely love it although I thought it smelled crappy when I first tried it at the mall;p

*Cat sent me this pic

So, thanks for surprising me. It made my hellish days a lot better. Love you;*

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Randomly:

My rash is much better.

Never tell anyone that you know someone with three nipples.

The smell of cigarettes makes me high.

I love my friends. I don't know what I'd do without them.

When you feel down, always think of the best memories even if they make you cry.

Banksy is amazing.

Books are the best thing to lose yourself in.

Being happy and sad at the same time is possible.

Heartaches aren't only emotional.

Life is wickedly strange.

I love my phone.

I just realized that I can only go without rice for a while even if it's a really long while. I crave rice!

I'm losing weight without doing anything, and I keep needing to get new jeans;\

I need more time to read.

I should stop being so evil.

Although I'm sleeping better, I'm sleeping less.

I need a break from everything. I have one more paper to go, and I can't seem to concentrate enough to work on it.

I love the smell of the sea.

I'm craving cake. The one my friends call the old-fashioned cake..

Enzain bas mali khelg I type;\

Marx

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The Transcendental Female*

She could not help but feel excited about reading something she can completely relate to. She wakes up early Friday morning to the page she opened her photocopied package to last night. She has always had a feminist in her, and that led her to believe that every female is born with that side. As a female grows, she either submits to the patriarchal society she lives in, or she nurtures the feminist within and takes on the challenge other women have started before her.
The introduction of the assigned reading triggers her already established annoyance for fairy tales. Since she turned four, her parents have been subjected to an interrogation after reading her such stories. Why does it always have to be the prince who picks the princess? Why can't the princess save herself? Why isn't there a monster instead of a witch? Her parents have soon given up and bought her books that were not fairy tales. Stories she can read alone without having to interrogate them, but she always found someone to ask. Her uncle has become the usual victim. Soon, he introduced her to the world of Hans Christian Andersen, where there is only a subliminal partially dangerous happily ever after.
As the reading gets more and more interesting, she realizes that she is merely reading beliefs she has previously attacked from all sides before defending in her somewhat opposing society. She has argued that marriage should not be a female's ultimate social goal in countless gatherings. Women should know themselves and feel complete before allowing the presence of a man. She remembers all her friends who have been done wrong by men only to become a shame to the female race by exclaiming that they might not be able to find a man closer to perfect that the one that has made them feel worthless. It is true what her wiser female relatives say, all men are really just one man.
She agrees that gender discrimination spread through religion. After all, the most popular books are holy ones, and what do these advocate? The infamous Biblical story that blames Eve for the fall of humanity and the theory that Eve was created from one of Adam's ribs are only a couple. Furthermore, people do not question stories presented religiously; therefore, they believe them and blindly advocate them whether they are true or altered to suit male dominance.
Proud that she knows most of the names that are considered leading feminist activists, she is even more proud that these women unite in the idea that women should be equal to men, regardless of their background and lifestyle. She really believes that if that goal is accomplished, and it will take centuries, the world would be a better place. Women will learn to live a life that will contribute "to the world of reality and not to the world of men."
She giggles at the idea that she is a "madwoman in the attic" to male chauvinists. What would all the sexist critics they have previously discussed in class think of this? It is a theory that disputes them all. Women to them are inferior to men, but in this theory, the script is definitely balanced if not flipped.
She smiles as she finishes the reading, realizing that feminists are wrongly perceived as haters of men. They do not hate men; they just despise those who think they have the right to take away their freedom of choice of lifestyle because of their gender. She seats herself before a blank document and places her female hands to type a response entitled The Transcendental Female. For once, she does not leave the title for last.

*One of my theory assignments for Z and N.

Outline: Deconstructing Andersen

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I wish I could spend the weekend sleeping, reading, and watching movies.

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More adventures in class with Sou

*Amethyst hasn't slept for more than twenty four hours and has been working her behind off to get things in before deadlines. Class is extremely boring.*

Sou: Amethyst?

Amethyst: Hmm? Hmm? What?

Sou *staring at Amethyst*: You look like you fell asleep.

Amethyst: I did... with my eyes open.

Sou: Did you know that Khaldeya have big ants? Which means they have bigger asses, and you can see them!

Amethyst: I don't want to know.

*The example being discussed in class for analyzing felicity conditions is "There is an ant coming towards you."*

Sou: If an ant was coming towards me, I'd be like: "Hello, what color is your thong today?"

Amethyst: LOL!

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What is the Kuwaiti equivalent of the word cute?

The Perverted Freud

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[WARNING] MAJOR RANT AHEAD!

I am so frustrated. Seriously. Two bad days in a row! Two very crappy draining days in a row.

Day 1.

I oversleep but insist that I look good for school. So, I make the effort of wearing something nice. I go to school to have my professor gasp at me not starting the research writing process for one of my classes. Then, he gives us something to make thirty five word notes on for five marks. Seriously?

I spent the rest of my school day worry about projects, midterms, and papers. Then, I spent the day after the school day to do what? Worry about my three best friends who are all going through some kind of shite. Add to all that worrying, three hours of barfing a McDonald's meal while crying because I'm scared shitless of throwing up, working on a paper until past midnight, and arguing with my mother on which social obligations I should attend this week.

Day 2.

I set my alarm for 4.30am, so I can study for my Earth & Universe midterm which is in Arabic. Because I'm absolutely drained, I silence the alarm while I'm asleep. Hmm.. Let's see what that insignificant event does to the rest of the day. Because I shut off the alarm, I couldn't reset it to wake up for my morning class. I wake up at 7.40am. I fall off my bed from the end that is opposite of the pillows. My class is at 8am. I grab clothes from off the floor and put them on. I rush out of the house. I forgot to print the paper I stayed up working on. Fun, isn't it?

I get to class at 8.30am. Professor asks me for the title of my topic. I didn't choose a topic, Sir. He gasps again and tells me to give him "a definite title tomorrow without fail." Then, he reminds me that outlines are due on Thursday. And the paper is due on the 27th. Deep breath.

I leave the class to study for the midterm, but I can't concentrate because of all the stuff I have to do. I go to class, present an oral progress report on a project, leave early, print my paper at the jam3eya, and head to Khaldeya to take my midterm. I submit my paper and get an exam paper in return. I look it over... SEVENTY FREAKIN' QUESTION TO DO IN LESS THAN AN HOUR. Mu sij! Oh, and the professor kept reminding me not to write in English. I didn't do well at all. I wrote half of the answers in English. Example of question and answer:

Q: Ma heya elnjoum elsayara?

A: They move.

Anyways, done with the exam, absolutely pissed. I get the midterm result for my favorite class ever. I know I could've aced it, but I didn't because I was having a bad day that day. And now, here I am. Afraid to eat in case I puke, working on choosing a topic and starting an outline, worrying about a response I have to submit before Thursday, and thinking of how much of a bitch I've been for not being able to be there fully for my friends.

And to top it all off, I think I've added one of the worst feelings ever to my list of worst feelings. Here it is:

It's when you really want something for someone you love, but they can't seem to have it, and you can't do anything about it. Basically, it's being helpless knowing that if only you could do something, you wouldn't think about it twice even if it cost you the world. But at the end of the day, there's nothing that you can do..

*SIGH*

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Now, I know why I can't concentrate enough to blog... BECAUSE I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT!;O

Snippets, and I'll leave the commenting to you:

I fell this morning because I forgot that there were steps.

At an attempt to refill my bottle with water from the fountain, I dropped my phone, then poured water all over the floor, my phone's shattered pieces, and my friend's head and arm, unintentionally because I forgot for a moment that the bottle was in my hand.

Mom: Pass the salt.
Me: Mu yami..
Mom: Amethyst, pass the salt, kaho jedamech!
Me: Mako salt!
Mom: JEDAMECH!
Me: Wain salt?! Mashoof salt!
*Mom stares at me blankly*
*I stare at the table before me and realize that the salt is RIGHT in front of me.*

Bro: I waited for you, so we could eat together.
Me: I'm not eating, now.
Bro: Yeah, but I waited.
Me: For what?
Bro: For you to come home, so we could eat together.
Me: Why would we eat together?
Bro: Because we both didn't have lunch?
Me: Yeah, but you have lunch at one.
Bro: Amethyst, I didn't eat at one, so I could eat with you.
Me: Yeah, but why are you eating twice?

While driving, I realized that I was singing something different to what was playing because I thought it was the song that was playing.

After being very late to class, I noticed that I left my book in the car that I just came from.

I'm oversleeping everday, but when I look at the time and panic, I get out of bed from the other end: not the sides, the end opposite to the pillows.

Mixing up names of people I see daily multiple times in one utterance!

I think I need a chill pill..

Wall & Piece

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My urge to blog is half dead.

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So, this morning I went to the clinic to check on something, and I'm not big on going to doctors unless it's the dentist. I have this fear of heading to the clinic all alone. Don't ask. It's just there. Anyway, so I went and asked for a female doctor, but I got a male doctor instead. I had to go back to the reception and emphasize that I wanted a female doctor. So, I got annoyed that I wasn't given much importance the first time I asked.

In the waiting area, people kept turning to see if the number flashing on the screen changed everytime the elevator ding-dong sound rang out. You just heard the frickin' sound that tells you that the number changed! It's a prolonged beep not a ding-dong! Testahbeloun?! Everything was ten times more annoying because I was freaking out.

When it was finally my turn, I stepped in, and the doctor was... scary? She looked plastic. She had bright orange nails! And when I explained to her that I had a rash and what not, she got up to lock the door, so I could take off my shirt and show her the rash. I had images of her scraping it off with her long bright orange nails.

I think that was the very last time I go to see a doctor alone. Seriously. Annoyances and suspense multiplies and add to my nonsensical phobia. It's just not okay. I need to breathe.

An Uncomforting Rash

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A girl is parked at a cafe next to her college. She sits in her car, her friend accompanying her in the passenger seat. They're waiting for a friend. The friend parks next to them. Why bother getting a table at the cafe when she has to run an errand and come back again? They'll just say good morning in the car. Her friend joins them and sits in the back seat. They start talking. It won't take long. The friend has class in a bit.

A police car parks behind her. The cop leans on her window. She brings it down. He asks for their IDs. They hand over their IDs. He asks the friend to leave the car. He gives them a lecture on morality and ethics. He threatens to drag them to the police office and get them expelled from university. He insists that if their fathers found out, they would slap them senseless. Apparently, they are violating their religion. Apparently, they are violating the laws of their country. Apparently, the cop is not a hypocrite. She sits there, taking control of her anger to make sure they pull through.

Two girls and a guy parked in public to say good morning and have a chat. Infidels. Shame on them. Shame. How dare they? How can they look past their respectable families? How can they think it normal to do such a thing? A scandal! That's what it is. Shame.

Since when is saying good morning a violation?

Warmth

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God works in strange strange strange ways.

Opium

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Talking about how our mothers used to dress us and what outfits we kept...



D: I have this outfit from when I was like three...

Amethyst: IT STILL FITS?! *Pause* No..

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I've been busy these past few days, but I haven't been blogging because I don't have anything to say. I think my theory class is becoming too much of an outlet on different levels.

So, umm.. I still have nothing to say.

Readers, be informed that I will be away basking under the sun at an exclusive beach house until Sunday. You'd better miss me.

Nothing to say. *Rolls eyes*

I can't think.

Note: I've been working on this post since I posted my last post. Mu embayen, but I promise you, it's true. This must be the suckiest post here ever, but I'm keeping it;p

I [HEART] Rex

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I went to a Roaring 20s party last night. People should NOT have really good parties a day before school. I'm sick! My voice is gone from all the yelling, and my feet are killing me from all the dancing. I barely got through my classes today. It was worth it though. I looked hot, and I should have been born in that age.

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This afternoon, I drove back to the Kaifan campus from Khaldeya. I opened the car door but didn't get out for a while because I was trying to think what books I needed while I was on the phone.

Amethyst: Sheno olad?! Khal a7mel awal!

Friend: Mu il7een! After marriage!

Amethyst: Ee, I know. What am I saving my virginity for?

*turns around to find a woman narrowing her eyes at her*

Friend: LOL!

Amethyst: Umm.. Fi mara ga3ed etkhezni!

Friend: LOL!

*walks away from the car really fast*

Amethyst: Laish chethi y9eer feni?! W laish gelt ena fi mara ga3ed etkhezni ashkara jedamha? Esma3atni! Allah yal fashla!;\

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I don't find Johnny Depp hot. Khal y9eer elwath3 3adi ya nass!;\

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I'm being random because I'm sick. I can't think. Really. I just watched Dancer in the Dark. I cried my eyes out. Enough, sa7? I should go rest;\

Aj & The Stage

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I walk in wearing an oriental wrap dress and my favorite shoes. My hair is up in a comfortable easy updo. My bangs line my forehead. Eyeliner and gold eyeshadow accent my eyes. I smile at myself in the mirror, ignoring the migraine. I walk into the room filled with people. Familiar and unfamiliar faces look my way. I smile wider and begin formalities and pleasantries.

I nod at the right time, asking appropriate questions about the daughter that gave birth or the sister that got married. I listen to the details that don't really matter to me. I take my place next to my friend, whispering in her ear that I'm going to leave early. She turns to face me, and I remind her that I have another lunch to go to.

I cross my legs and straighten my back. I answer questions about myself, hoping that I won't be asked about anyone else. Soon, we are all sitting at the table eating lunch. I play with my food as they talk about men who have done women wrong and vice versa. I'm angered by such discussions. They don't know enough to discuss these personal issues. No matter how many details they gather, what goes on in the house between two people who are alone is another matter. Shouldn't they be experienced enough to know that?

I stay quiet, refusing to comment on any of the social talk/gossip that is being said. Two and a half hours later, I change my dress and leave. This time, I walk in wearing the same shoes but a different light summer dress. I smile as I apologize for not being able to come earlier. I hug, kiss, and playfully slap. I lay back on the sofa, kicking off my shoes.

I listen to their gossip without commenting while devouring a plate of brownies. Then, I shift the conversation to something else. Something that doesn't concern people I don't care about. Three hours later, I leave to my aunt's house.

I rush in breathless, hoping I have arrived before the awaited guests. Relief. I have. Just as I finish freshening up, the door bell rings. I make sure everything is set right and open the door. Another series of smiles and formalities.

I sit through the conversations, only present physically. I can no longer digest anything, whether physically or mentally. I stare at a spot on the wall and meditate to clear my head, realizing that the migraine is still there. When the guests leave, I leave.

As soon as I get home, I look at my bed. Tempted to throw myself upon it, I give it my back and reach for my textbook.

That is yesterday. Social Obligations Day. They love your company, you have to go. They come to all our social events, you have to go. They invite you by name, you have to go. They ask about you every time you're not there, you have to go. And so it is.. I go.

When I finally had two minutes for myself, I realized that I would rather deal with academic obligations than social ones. And that doesn't make me weird. At all.

One Butterfly Wing

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Since I have classes from 8am-4pm, I don't see my family much. When I get home, I have school work to do. When I'm done with the school work, I pass out on whatever book I'm reading. So, I decided that I'd set one day a week to spend with each of my parents and both my brothers. This means I have to make sure that all my assignments are done so that I can really spend time with them.

It's not working. I am getting my work done, but they are either busy or spoilers. Examples? The day I decided to spend with Dad, he took Mom out. The day I decided to spend with my brothers, there was a football match on. The day I spent with my mom got her lecturing me on my lifestyle.

So, yeah.. Blekh;\

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Randomly:

The Jenny Packham boutique doesn't have my aspired wedding dress. I went to try it on yesterday, but it wasn't there. Don't point out that I'm no where near getting married soon. I don't care.

My mood swings are getting a bit too extreme.

I want beige sandals with very high heels and another amethyst ring.

How can people not know Dr. Seuss?

I've been trying to find time to watch Dancer in the Dark, but it's going to have to wait a bit longer than I thought;\

I don't like it when people I know well think they should explain themselves to me.

My sleeping patterns are weird now that I'm sleeping.

A bunch of friends and I decided to take a break and head to the beach for three days. Our mothers decided to tag along, inhabiting the chalet next to ours. What a break..

I feel pretty today.

The Archer describes images of children swallowing razor blades to me on a daily basis. That's evil.

Big Bean

[UPDATE] Bottom of post;p

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I really need to mark this as a landmark in my university life:

Adventures of Having Classes with Sou.

Prof: I really can't explain this (The Cooperative Principle in Discourse Analysis) to a five year old.
Sou: Yeah, unless he's a prodigy or something..
Prof: From India perhaps!
*Sou turns around and shares a look with Amethyst who gasps, then they both start laughing*



Prof is explaining something about pronounciation in Phonetics and says a word we don't know. Sou takes out her dictionary and points out "viagra."

Sou: Why do we have viagra in the dictionary?
Amethyst: Because there's people who might not know what it is!
*Laughter*
Sou: Men have something similar to PMS!
Me: WHAAAT?! Where?
*Sou points out IMS in her dictionary. Both share a look of pure evil then laugh.*



Amethyst has been trying to tell Sou an incident for ten minutes, wedging in a sentence every pause in the discussion. Near the end of the salfa:

Amethyst: So the text message says, "I wish I could just smell your panties."
*Sou turns around to face Amethyst and has the equivalent of a gasp on her face. They both crack up until they are out of breath continuously for the next ten minutes.*


Phonetics, again.

Amethyst: Sir, fronting a back vowel and vice versa? Huh? I don't get it.
Prof: Yes, for example: oo-ee-oo-ee-oo-ee-oo... *looking ridiculous*
Amethyst: Sounds like an ambulance!
*Sou turns around and gives Amethyst a you-did-not-just-say-that look and both crack up*


Prof (addressing Sou): I feel sorry for the man who's going to end up with you.
Sou: That was mean and hurtful, but I'm going to continue making my point. Whoo-sah. So, as I was saying..


Prof: Playwrighter's of that age blah blah blah..
*Amethyst thinking, "playwrightER?!" turns to Sou*
Sou: Shut up.
Amethyst: I didn't say anything!
Sou: But you were going to.
Amethyst: No, I wasn't!
Sou: Well, you thought it!


Walking out of class.

Amethyst: UGH! Mali khelg I do the response. Did you see how many pages we have to read?
Sou: Did you see the size of the text?! It's insanely small! Teez el-namla!


Regarding teez el-namla, in class:

Prof: ...being part of an ant colony...
*Amethyst shares a look with The Archer. Both crack up. Amethyst looks at Sou, "Psst, ANT colony?" Sou cracks up.*


Prof: You need to learn how to dress (hint goes to student wearing a t-shirt with a practically naked man on it) and talk (hint goes to Sou and Amethyst) appropriately in class.
Sou (talking to the student wearing the t-shirt with the muscled man wearing briefs and standing on a ball): Yeah, why are you wearing that?
Student: It's Marc Jacobs.
Sou: Right. It's Marc Jacobs. But it doesn't say Marc Jacobs, who would know?
Student: I would.

There are definitely more and more to come, but I'll stop here;p

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[UPDATE]

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Today, prof asks a question:

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Student: Let's go and talk about it on coffee.

Amethyst *to Sou*: Yeah, so let's get sacks of coffee, sit on them, and talk.

Sou: No, we should get our actual mugs and sit on them!

Amethyst: Yeah, cuz they won't be up our @$$3#!

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Regarding, teez el-namla (again), prof is talking about writing a poem about an ant:

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Prof: It's an ant. I can't write about an ant!

Sou *looking through the textbook at the insanely small text*: I can write about ants.

Amethyst: No, you can write about certain parts of ants.

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Regarding Indian child prodigy, different class:

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Student: You know, on the news there was this 9 year old Indian boy who can perform surgeries...

*Amethyst and Sou share a knowing look and burst into laughter*

I.Need.Sleep.

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Got this off Swair's blog. It looked like fun. Go ahead and tag yourself if you like it:)

Rules:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

What is your first name?
What is your favorite food?
What high school did you go to?
What is your favorite color?
Who is your celebrity crush?
Favorite drink?
Dream vacation?
Favorite dessert?
What you want to be when you grow up?
What do you love most in life?
One Word to describe you.
Your flickr name. (I don't have a flickr account, so I just put in Amethyst;p)

The answers are obvious, right?

Stronger Than Me

[UPDATE] I'M ON SAFAT! FINALLY! YAY!

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The person who got most answers right in the quiz is The Archer. Ghalia tied with him, but she annoyed me by mentioning something in her comment, so she's out!;p

Here are the answers:

My favorite color is lime green.

FALSE. My favorite color is purple.

I change the answer to the question in my profile every once in a while.

TRUE.

I've been single since I've started this blog.

TRUE.

I eat popsicles in the winter.

TRUE.

I escape reality by listening to music.

FALSE. I escape reality by reading.

My favorite movie is The Devil's Advocate.

TRUE.

A is my favorite person in the whole wide world.

TRUE.

I've lied on Poshlust.

FALSE.

I brush my hair as much as I twirl its strands around my fingers.

FALSE. I don't brush my hair much, and I play with it a lot.

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*Discussing Lolita with a friend of mine*

Amethyst: But Humbert is too much of a pervert.
A: He's not a pervert.
Amethyst: Yes, he is! What is he, then?
A: He's just a mentally sick man of passion.
Amethyst: Didn't you just define pervert?

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Tips for Men

Facial hair is hot, but don't leave hair that tends to stick out your nose.

Hold the door open for the ladies. At least don't barge through if a lady is opening the door for herself.

Know how to change flat tires.

Be honest. Even with your feelings. If you like us, just say it. If you don't, again, just say it. Save us the trouble of wondering.

Make sure your soccer match isn't more important than your girlfriend. It really matters.

There are certain shades of pink that you cannot pull off. Look at yourself in the mirror when you're wearing pink. See if it suits your skin color.

If you're hot and know it, it's not hot. If you're not hot and think you're hot, it's so bleeping annoying. We want to rip your limbs off and beat you on the head with them. Yes.. THAT annoying.

Any additions?

Added by Silver:

"lose the american accent, sooo unattractive."

"Dont u EVER EVER EVER under ANY circumstances tell her she looks fat. EVER."

And by iRise:

"a man who can cook and help around the house, is a dream come true... :)"