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.