Let’s summarize this past week, shall we?

Took my cat on a drive to Kroger, to get HER catfood. She hissed at two cars that drove by. I’m sure the cars were extremely terrified since they drove by so fast.

Stressed more and more about how my entire next week has been booked. So much for getting studying in.

Tried resisting my cat when she kept meowing for more food. Those dang cat eyes make it so dang hard to stand there and ignore her painful meows. It sounded like she’d been starving…for an entire hour.

Watched Wolverine and Terminator Salvation. It is AMAZING how  clean Terminator: Salvation was. I’m still having a hard time believing it. The action was pretty great, and the closest it came to any dirtyness was an almost naked `Arnold Schwarzenegger knock off. That and a kissing scene or two. Pretty cool movie.

Tried to pretend like I’m some great spelling bee champ by trying to spell Schwarzenegger without any help. I gave up after four tries and copied and pasted from Wikipedia.

Spent a good three hours working on book reviews on this blog. With pride I re-read the published post today to find at least 5 ridiculous mistakes. So much for feeling like a book critic.

Discovered mylifeisaverage.com
Told everyone about a post from it: Today, I was watching Dora the Explorer with my younger sister. Dora told us to point out the blue ball. We didn’t. She found it anyway. MLIA

Even put it up as my gmail status. Then was told that it has a dirty joke in it. Argued with my friend and said people with dirty minds are everywhere but then changed my gmail status anyways.

Re-watched two Spelling Bee videos at least four times. One’s a shocker. The other just makes you laugh. (I’m not telling you how many times I actually watched the videos. I don’t want you thinking I have nothing better to be doing. Because I do….Plenty of things…)

Discovered one of THE MOST AWKWARD interviews I have ever SEEN {AWKKWARDDDDDD}

Was harassed by my baby brother to drive him to Family Video so he could rent a video. I gave in and drove an extra 20 minutes. But he ended up paying for the video with his extremely mysterious salary.

Threatened to beat up one of  my other brothers with a stick if he ever loaded the dishwasher again. For some odd reason he thought that as long as the dishes are in the dishwasher, it doesn’t matter if the dishwasher won’t even close. He actually ran when I brought out the wooden spoon a.k.a stick.

What can I say? My life is normal.

Here’ s my first attempt at  book reviews.

Kinda.

Book: Bloodhound

So I started reading the “Beka Cooper” series by Tamora Pierce, upon a friend’s recommendation. This was about a couple months ago. And it was only book one. This past weekend I got a hold of book two, Bloodhound. The book was  similar to the Harry Potter series, in that  the sequel stepped up several things such as the maturity level of the book, and the size of the book.

A thicker book usually gives me a greater anticipation. A thinner book, disappointment. So Bloodhound’s increased size definitely made me happier. The first book was good, so I wasn’t expecting anything less from the second. And I was not disappointed at all. It did not make the mistake of becoming a thicker book with mostly ramblings. It left you with a feeling of complete satisfaction and that itch, wanting more.

Bloodhound is the continuation of a story that focuses on a girl named Beka Cooper. The story is narrated from Beka’s point of view, written as her journal. In Terrier, Beka is  a Puppy training to become a Dog, the police force of Beka’s world. She earns the  nickname Terrier for not letting go of anything that she “sinks her teeth into”. As a one year Dog, in Bloodhound, you find Beka settled into the ways of Dogs. Knowing when to apprehend criminals, and knowing when to befriend and take bribes from other law breakers. Just like its prequel, the book blatantly shows the ruthlessness that comes from the law and lack of law of Beka’s world. And once again, following her as she uses her ability to talk to dead people, and dust spinners, to help investigate the problem that threatens to worsen the lives of people, especially of the poor.

I give it a 9.2 out of 10 stars.

This book is for: Those who like action, fantasy that still sticks to reality, kick butt girl characters, a relatively easy to comprehend book (as long as you read the prequel)

I would rate the book as PG 13

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The next book is Belladonna

It’s the title itself that struck me as the oddest thing about the book. But you judge a book by its cover first, and its title second. And the cover did such a great job convincing me, that I decided I had to give the book a shot no matter how odd the title struck me. Belladonna, is a sort of sequel to Sebastian, both written by Anne Bishop. I say sort of, because the book can stand independently. I would know since I read it, without reading the sort of prequel.

Belladonna focuses on a powerful female landscaper, Glorianna Belladonna. But also follows  the stories of a couple of  the lesser characters that end up meeting her. Landscapers are those with the powers to shape the land that is under their jurisdiction. Completely set in a fantasy world of landscapers, evil,  and magic. The world is a responsive spirit to the hearts of humans.

The reader gets lost in this world. Gets lost both in a good way and a bad way.  While you are lifted into a whole different world, you remain somewhat confused for the most part. Which I think was mostly due to the fact that I didn’t read the sort of prequel to the book. A lot of your confusions are cleared as the book goes on, but the damage from them already kept you from completely enjoying the story when you started out.

However, you do fall in love with the characters in the book. You find  yourself  admiring the strength and wisdom of Glorianna, and you can’t help but adore her family. Glorianna Belladonna, despite her really annoying name (which you do get used to), is the only one that has power to fight the evil shadow that preys on people’s hearts. Casting fear, anger, hatred, and guilt into them, by killing and feeding on other humans. The negative emotions of people then cause the land around to become a dark landscape, where they feel nothing but the dark side of human nature.

But the knowledge that Glorianna needs lies with a man named Michael, who has been searching for the woman he has fallen in love with, and has only seen in his dreams. He aslo holds the tragic story of the one who defeats the Evil.

The book was really good but the basic plot, the characters and the setting held SO much more potential to make an AMAZING read.  In that, the book slightly disappointed me for not properly tapping into its potential. Still I would really recommend the book, especially to fantasy readers.

I give it a 8.5/10 stars.

This book is for: Those who like fantasy, romance, magic, strong female characters, and can deal with slightly complex stories.

I would rate the book for ages 17 and older.

P.S.  Belladonna is a name of a poisonous plant.

“Everyone wants mourners to ’snap out of it’ because observing another’s anguish isn’t easy…To be human means to naturally react with feelings of sadness to negative events in one’s life,” writes Robert Spitzer

“By brooding over the past and its tragedies, one exhibits a form of insanity—a kind of sickness that destroys resolve to live for the present moment. Those who have a firm purpose have filed away and forgotten occurrences of the past, which will never again see light,since they occupy such a dark place in the recesses of the mind. Episodes of the past are finished with; sadness cannot retrieve them, melancholy cannot make things right, and depression will never bring the past back to life. This is because the past is non-existent.”

—–Don’t be Sad by ‘Aaidh ibn Abdullah al-Qarn

Do you guys think the quotes contradict one another?

I don’t. At first I thought they did,but if you understand each quote you realize they don’t. Life isn’t always easy and can be painful at times. For those painful times, it is OKAY to mourn and to be sad. Different people react to experiences differently. Some cannot or at least refuse to be brought down by the events of life. Others, aren’t as great. They need to express grief in some form. After all, God did give us the ability to feel sad or feel grief for a reason. If it was flat out wrong, it would be forbidden to us so these negative emotions are not always a bad thing.

On the other hand, if you decide to dwell on those occurrences that bring you down, then yes you could be committing some kind of wrong. Granted different situations bring on different levels of grief, and thus require different periods of mourning, but there is has to be a stop to the constant depression. What is it that you exactly accomplish by ‘brooding’ over a ‘tragedy’? Look around, life is going on, your life is still going on, it won’t freeze for you, the past is now gone or ‘nonexistent’. Not to mention you are losing those thousands of opportunities in life to be grateful for what you have or something like helping someone else through their grief.

Now losing a loved one, is something altogether that’s a horrible experience. There is no simple “Just cheer up and move on” motto that can be applied. To that, i want to say, I’m sorry. Even if I don’t know who you are, I’m sorry you have to go through that. Forgive me if I sound like I’m preaching , but don’t you sometimes think that your constant state of depression is also making your late loved one grieve. Don’t you also think, that being in that constant state for too long is making you lose your other loved ones, or would-be loved ones? Would you wait until everything passes you by or by the time you lose everything to realize that it’s ok to move on. And it is not the same as forgetting. Your love for them won’t go away, and why not make them proud instead? Why not pray for them instead? True it does pain me to see you grieving, but at the same time it’s not that I want you to snap out of it immediately. The spot that person holds in your heart most likely won’t and doesn’t need to go away for you to be okay. But you will be okay, and you need to realize that. That you will be okay.

And finally, I’m sorry again. I’m sorry for your loss, I’m sorry for your pain, I’m sorry I can’t help. I truly am.

“Oh Allah,(Arabic word for God) Possessor of Majesty, Magnificence and Might, let comfort take the place of sorrow, make happiness come after sadness, and let safety take the place of fear.” Amen

So everytime I come on here to write, I look at the hacked in guest post below, stop, have a couple moments of “Errr”, get confused and end up leaving.

So I guess I should start out by acknowledging that post by my friend Sana with something MORE then an “Er”.

……..

……….Er…..Thank you for that post Sana…

You see dear readers, Sana is an American born and raised girl, who went to India to do medical school. She’ s going to be done soon. She actually left for India AFTER doing one year at Wayne State with the rest of us.

She came back this summer to visit her family here (she does this once or twice a year). And now she’s gone being from of the most clueless person(when it came to Indian culture) to being a regular Indian speaker (or at least more so then I am).

She came down to Wayne State with me this past tuesday (I had volunteer that day). As I was leaving, “Amrah, what if I get kidnapped?”

“Um. What?”

“What if I get kidnapped or something?!!”

“Are you seriously scared? Or are you joking? There’s students all around you”

“No I’m serious!”

“Seriously?? You used to go here!”

“No I’m kidding. Haha forget it seriously. Haha”

Well obviously she was being serious. But I felt as though we used the word serious way too many times, so I let it go.

“Um Sana. There’ s students everywhere. You will be fine”

Anyways it was this same, lovely girl that once was trying to convince me, as a fellow high school senior, that Wayne State isn’t going to be scary.

Now onto responding to her post. I haven’t mastered Karate or Tae Kwon Do or anything of that sort. Though, I REALLY wish that I did. I just grew up with three brothers, and we weren’t afraid to ummm argue… while growing up.

Also, I actually was not a cusser, in this language or any other. (Which is different from saying, I didn’t cuss). I actually remember the incident with Sana. Coming to America, I realized that a lot of people around me would be cussing like it’s the normal thing to do. And that’s also when I once noticed my  mom saying  damn very nonchalantly . And so I of course thought it was the normal thing to do and absorbed those words.

I didn’t cuss often but it wasn’t long before when Sana had expressed her shock after hearing me  ‘Shit” or something (Yeah she really was the goody two shoes…just the kind that everyone loved) I was immediately embarassed and stopped again.

I’ve relapsed a couple times, when I’m around friends that treat  it as no big deal (Some of you might know about this). And you’re probably wondering “What’s the big deal over such harmless words?”
I guess nothing much, I just wanted to make sure I cleared up the truth with everyone. (I’m annoying like that…I really am).

And yes, I was very happy when Sana complimented my cat. (Yes, I am obsessed with my cat. What the heck did you think when you read my bio above??!). She makes me happy. And I’ve been trying to get one since I was like 5 or 6. I’ve always loved animals.

Oh and WordPress does have spelling check. It underlines misspelled words with a red line. Maybe Sana missed it? How did you miss it Sana? You can’t get away with your execuses this time!

(And we are going to completely ignore all of my horrible grammar in this post and in any other one.

Oh and my laptop’s keyboard contributed at least a little to all the mistakes on Sana’s and all of my posts.

Graying hairs HP!  Graying HAIR!!! )

Sana used to love English. It was her strength in school. Then medical school started. And now her mind’s swimming with biology and its extended cousins.

I guess this post has kinda turned into a dedication to her, since she did the same. And she’s actually the same girl that I had started Wayne State with, as how I mentioned in this post.

She really was crazy her freshman year of college. Both her and Pooh (who can also be found in the above linked post).

The two of them found each other, and would do nothing but laugh all day in the Undergraduate Library (The infamous UGL). Oh and take pictures. (I promise we did also study in the UGL, at times)

They even played this game from the balcony of the 2nd floor of the library. I’m just going to be really nice and spare them the embarassment of informing the world what that game was.

Actually they would get so high of each other that everytime they entered the elevator to the third floor, they would look up, look at each other and burst out laughing. It never mattered how many other people were in the elevator with them.

I’ve had COUNTLESS number of embarassing moments with them on our campus.

Let me repeat. COUNTLESS.

And everytime I would groan and cover my face, they would reply,

“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT, AMRAH ALI!”

Reminds you of the the comment left by Sana on the last post, huh?

P.S. The comma button from my keyboard is falling off. I really am starting to hate HP right now.

P.P.S  Sana made it alive, and fine out of Wayne State. She was not kidnapped or anything else of that sort. She did however, become bored and ‘hacked’ into a friend’s blog and wrote on her blog. Later that same week, Wayne State tweeted about that blog post. The owner of the blog, aka me, was slightly embarassed and confused as to what to do for quite some time.

P.P.P.S Here are some of the tags the last blog author decided were direly important: Sana, I love Sana, Sana is the coolest girl in the whole wide world.

Hey there,
Amrah doesn’t know I’m doing this. I wanted to get on her nerves give her a special surprise. I decided to do a guest post on her blog. She should know better to trust me with her computer. I hacked in. mwahahahaha.

I’ve been sitting here in the library thinking about what to do. I spent some time working on a layout for another other blog. I studied a paragraph about Community-Acquired Pneumonia. I checked my facebook one billion times even though it sickens me. I eve replied to some emails and sent some new ones out. I looked up paintballing information. And now I’m out of ideas.

I’m visiting WSU for the day but so far nobody is here and I’m Bored with a capital and bold B. I’m not completely complaining. Maybe I am. Hmmph! Oh well. I hope Amrah doesn’t get back by the time I finish this. The UGL is full of annoying people. Have I matured? I used to be the most annoying one, I should think. *shrugs*

Anyways, now.. my minipost about Amrah Ali.* Clears throat*

Amrah and I first met in the seventh grade at our private Islamic school. I like to think I’m the first friend she had there, but  for sure am the first one to speak to her. I don’t know if she liked me then, but when we parted for high school we still kept in touch. Mainly because she lived only ten minutes away. She used to swear but swearing in a different languge isn’t wrong, you know. I mean, English is my first language and Urdu my second. For some reason it’s okay to swear in Urdu, but not in English. Get it? So maybe that was how she was except she did it in English. That took me aback and  as surprised at her vulgar tongue. lol. OKay she didn’t say like the “F” word or anything. Just “shit” and “damn” which was huge for me. haha.

Check out this green jacket Amrah owns. She’s soo fashionable. WHoo whoo. I don’t know who thinks Amrahs a little tomboyish but she’ got styyyle, baybeee.

So anyways, Amrah beat me up with her karate skills. She’s a skiny girl but packs a powerful punch (and kick). She beat me up at the mosque right after prayer. =O HOW COULD SHE!? It was my fault. I challenged her. She’s a strong little girl with the power to kill. okay not kill but beat mean people up for me. Aside from karate she mastered Tae Kwon Do. Or something similar.

And she LOVES cats. I was going to save this for last but her kitty’s fur is on the laptop  and is distracting me. She’s going to be the old women in a shoe wth her 90 cats and she won’t know what to do. That rhymes, you know. She has always loved cats I honestly don’t know what took her so long to get one. She treats her kitty with lots of love and I’m happy her cat receives so much love and affection. I could never have that much time to shower my nonexistent kitty with love. Mostly because I know I would get lazy and a kitty deserves better.

Amrah, I’ve lightened this photo on picasa. Don’t you agree it looks way better than before when it was dark and you couldnt see anything? You are very welcome. You’re kitty is beautiful!

Amrah used to hate taking pictures. I think shes improved. I have very embarrasing pictures of her covering her face with a scarf wrapped around her head, making weird poses to avoid the camera. I would have posted them onine but they’re on the computer ot hers ad they aren’t online. I think she’s over that now but once in a while she goes back to her old self. Or maybe more than once in a while.

Amrah Ali is a great person to talk to. She’s usually neutral when you come to her with a problem and tries to show you reason. She’s great at that and shes someone I can always talk to. When I told her my maid was evil and was trying to kill me she told me to look bind that. Maybe there’s some other problem or reason she’s acting like that. There wasn’t, but she always tries to make you see the other side first. I know my maid had no reason so hate on me because she apologized for being a brat later on…after I gave her some money. Loser. I stil think she’s out to get me, though.

Here’s Amrah on her graduation. At least I THINK it is. Look at her all grown up leaving her college bubble. *wipes away tear*

Anyways, that’s a little about my friend Amrah. I wonder if she will read this or delete it right away, thinking I wrote some embarrassing stuff about her. I LOVE YOU, AMRAH ALI!!

ps – Wordpress doesn’t know how to check spelling. It’s not catching anything I did wrong. So sorry for the typos, but I’m not into typing and I’m not used to Amrah’s laptop.

So a couple posts ago, I wrote about how I was getting a lot of spam comments.

I even respectfully asked people to stop, spam commenting me. I also mentioned how I couldn’t tell whether certain comments were spam.

Obviously, people didn’t get that warning. Take for example, my most recent comment. It’s from someone named “How to meet women” and the email addy is  “underground seduction…how to meet  women… at hotmail.com”

And this is the comment they left me:  Nice post, thanks for the information – I don’t usually like to reply to blog posts but I really dug the post. Great Stuff, I bookmarked your site!

So now I have a dilemma, to approve or to decline.

On one hand, I have this AH MAZING comment. On the other hand, the commentator themself is kinda creeping me out.

(P.S. Dear commentator, If you are real PLEASE don’t be offended. I don’t know any better! I’m just some dumb blogger. Oh and if possible drop me a line. OH and don’t unsubscribe from me. Thank you. You are awesome!)

So that’s my dilemma of the day.

And did anyone notice that pretty much since final exams, my writing had begun to stink?

I’m sorry about that. I really am. I promise that I am now making the intention to write better. I’m disgusted with myself. I can’t even imagine how you guys have been putting up with it.

Now I’m sitting here with writer’s block.

………

Um yeah. I give up. I’ll try again next time. So much to talk about, but I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts. Oh and this might seem weird but I miss Wayne State.

Just today, my cousin-in-law asked if I missed my University. And I told her no.

I am still coming down to campus several days a week.  But now sitting here, I realized that I’m kinda missing the green and yellow University of mine.

What should I enlighten you about today?

Should I talk about the motorcycle that was created by engineering students in India that runs on AIR?

Or should I tell you about the head splitting headache I had last night? Which, by the way, joined forces with a  horrible pain in my leg, making me limp downstairs. I had to grab some medicine before my head actually busted open. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation where every thought made my pain more unbearable.

But I was so grateful to God when I woke up and the pain was gone.

I think I’ll talk to you about the other eventful thing that happened to me today.

I’ve thought for some time, at random occasions, that my thoughts/life would make an interesting book/show.

Ok I’m not a narcissist.

I mean, I’ve actually cultured my thoughts and actions in a way to keep myself entertained. It’s just because I seem to get bored with things so easily. So basically, I keep myself entertained, and keep my life interesting

There are a lot of downsides to the way my actions and thoughts have been cultured. I mean one, I talk to myself. Two, I overreact.  Three, I get myself in random, awkward situations. And well, so on.

There was this one time where I hit myself in the head while getting into my car,

“Oh God that hurt like heck! Stupid car”

“Ok. Breathe. I’m fine. I’ll be fine”

“WHO am I kidding? That really hurt!! I’m so stupid. I am not fine. Amrah is not fine!”

I look up, to see a lady staring at me.

Was I saying all that out loud?

And the lady walks away looking kinda confused and kinda scared.

And I’m just kinda embarrassed.
I get into my car and drive away as fast as I could. And yelled at myself the entire ride back home…Just not out loud.

It was a such a great moment. You should have been there…No wait, you shouldn’t have.

So randomly I’ll get this comment from my friends, “You should have your own tv show”. And usually in my head or out loud I’ll go like, I think so too!

Or, omg, I always would like to think that life would make a fun book!

Like the one I got today:

omaima: did i ever tell uu

u remind me of pepper ann

omaima:

u should have a show

Ooh it’s a skirt….never mind. She seems fun, jumping in the air like that.

Would you buy a book or watch a tv show starring me??

Would you?

Hi

So I have a question for you. If you find out about something that’s wrong or know about something that’s wrong happening, do you expose it?

I mean yeah, you should expose it. Oh and I’m not talking about cheating on an exam. I’m talking about something I find to be much, much more important. People picking on others or turning people against others. And then putting on a face for society. Thus getting away with it, while hurting others. And doing it over and over again.

I can be a very ‘justice must be served’ person, especially when a friend is hurt. I’m very protective over my friends.

So as time has gone on, I have reached this point where I can no longer bear to let those commtting the wrong to walk free.  And they do it so well!

As long as you are NOT the victim of these doers, you will have NO idea what is going on.

In fact, you will even side with them, sucked in by them, believe them, and listen to them. It’s almost scary. I have seen the same thing happen three times. And I’m really sick of it.

But I’m more sick of the stupidity of people. How could you be so blind?!

PLEASE snap out of it!

But you most likely won’t be. So now I’m afraid for you.

Dear doer,

I wanted to expose your faults. I wanted to show the world what you have done!  Oh I wanted to do it so badly. You might not have ever personally wronged me, but I cannot let you get away with this. It is wrong!  But count your blessings, kind of, a friend of mine reminded me of an Islamic teaching that roughly goes, “If you conceal the sins/faults of your brother in this world, God will conceal your sins in the hereafter”. Oh and  brother doesn’t mean, my blood brother.  It means my fellow human being. So now I am at this stand still. What should I do?

Should I expose you and bring justice? And perhaps fail while doing so, and then be on your hit list? Yes, I know of that hit list. Why do you have that incredible ability of turning people against other people? How do you so successfully blind people? I don’t know. It’s scary actually.

Maybe I’ll just go with plan A and dump fish goo on you. There’s only so many days you can avoid me.

Yours truly

Super Amrah

So what do you guys think I should do? My head hurts. I think what bothers me more then the fact that the doers are hurting people, is how they have blinded and sucked in SO many others. So many good people, nice people, trusting people. I can’t believe it, but at the same time I can.

Oh well. Moving on to a happier note, I went to Benihana’s today!!

The food was pretty good. We went to the one in Dearborn, since locations close to campus seem the easiest for all of us.  It was a surprise for one of our friends who is leaving the country.

She was apparently, “semi-surprised”. Whatever

And as usual, the waitress started giving us attitude.

And as usual, we started creating some a ruckus to some extent.

We now have another restaurant that probably has pictures of  us on their “Do not service” list.

Sigh

I started writing the following post over  three/four weeks ago.  And it would take the prize for the post that took the longest to write. Like no joke.

So yeah…just keep that in mind while reading the post. When I say this past thusday, I don’t mean this PAST thursday.

Andddddd GO!

This past thursday was the 10th annual  Mad Anthony Concert at Wayne State.

The concert is a tradition at WSU, and happens every year(Duh! Annual concert) before the end of the year finals . A way for WSU’s student council to let us party before hitting the books.

{I never quite got that…but hey who am I judge}

And we’ve had some pretty amazing people show up. From Chris Brown and Gym Class Heroes to er…some other people. I, as you can tell, don’t go to these concerts.

But this past Thursday I went for my first time (WHY am I being so redundant today?)

I’ve never been to a proper concert. I’m not even a big music fan. I mean I like music, but I don’t listen to the radio or know the hottest song. I just go like …mehhh..

So as Mad Anthony got closer, as per tradition I get asked the question, “Are you going?”

And my answer as per tradition, “No”

That day me and two of my friends were driving back to campus and I was in an extreme hurry. I needed to use the bathroom, and fast. It was time for the concert to start, so of course we hit a traffic while trying to get into  the parking structure.

Things weren’t looking too good. We finally get in, with my bladder condition getting worse by the moment. I park my car, but I couldn’t get out. I was busy trying to convince myself I would make it in time to the bathroom.

I tried to keep imagining myself sprinting across the street  and making it to the bathroom at Starbucks. But I was also trying to calculate my chances of making it there in less than a minute.

My friend starts telling me that they’ll just take the car and drop me of there. I kept telling her to stop talking,  since I can’t think when I have to go that bad. She decides to get out of the car and pull me out. So of course at the suggestion of my other friend (Q), I lock her out.

And she’s yelling at me from outside the car. And I’m getting extremely annoyed since I’m trying so hard to focus on my physiological condition. I then decide that the chances of me running across the street and making it looked really bad. So then I tell her to drive me over there. (I’m so smart!)

We drive out of the structure again, and I tell her to pull up to Jimmy John’s instead. My other friend (Q) is nominated to run in and check whether the bathroom is free. She disappears and comes back, motioning for me to go in.

I run out of the car, enter the sandwich store, walk at a casual- fast pace into the bathroom (It was embarrassing seeing all those people sitting at the restaurant, imagining what the heck was going on).

Ahh the beauty of friends. So a very happy, grateful me returns to the car.

I then find out that as Q was rushing to Jimmy John’s to check the bathroom, she held the door open for a couple of girls that were having trouble opening the door, even with their combined force. The sun was in Q’s eyes, so she was making this squinty, anxious face. Apparently those girls thought Q was making a face at them. At which point one of them decides to cuss off Q, “Don’t make that face at her. B*** “

This of course immediately gets me extremely angry. I do not understand people that have a need to be stupid.  My friend does a get deed for me, and gets told of by a couple of extremely ignorant girls. I do hope they were not college girls. It is just sad that you haven’t properly matured even while receiving a proper college education. We never found out if those girls were from Wayne State. Q felt as though the girls were high schoolers. Because of the concert a lot of students from other Universities or schools were present at Wayne State.

After we re-park the car I decide to attend the concert to make those girls apologize to Q share with my readers.  The concert seemed like a good example of one of the most memorable traditions of Wayne State.

The main concert act was N.E.R.D.

I’m not going to lie to you. I have no clue who they are.

But the main guy was funny and charming, so I immediately decided that I liked them. I maneuvered through the crowd to get shots of the concert for all of my dear  readers ( I know, I know. I spoil you guys).  People were lifted up a couple times by the crowd. But they would always get dropped. I don’t think anyone was carried all the way across. It  was one of the best things to watch.

People were ecstatic, and the the crowd was full of energy. It was very contagious. I completely forgot about the ignorant girls.
I have to tell you the place was packed. People were lined up any place that would get them a good view. More than a couple of times another friend of mine kept on saying how excited she was to be at her first concert. I kept on staring at the fliers on the grass, advertising for after-parties , and felt like I was in a movie (since those are the only places where I’ve seen concerts like these)

It was a different experience. And I’m glad I was there just for the sake of experiencing something new.

P.S. I have all these pictures I wanted to share with you guys, but I’m having some trouble right now. I’ll put them up as soon as I figure out how.  Apparently they’re too big to upload. Anyone have ideas??!!!
K. Amrah out.

So I have this God given gift.

It’s an incredible gift. Actually no, I have a couple of God given gifts. But let’s focus on one. And please let’s not confuse a gift with a blessing.

A blessing is me breathing, walking, talking, eating, laughing, having a home, clothes, friends, family, my cat, my university etc.

A gift is an ability that one has that most people don’t have. And is usually something I don’t want. What gift am I talking about?

My gift of, well in simple words, being unlucky with technology.

(This is where you mock my inability to use a smart, fancy word to describe my condition so it sounds serious)

Things don’t last very long in my house, OR  they seem to always have something wrong with them.
And the newer the technology, the more problems it gives us.

WHY?

I don’t know.

I had a family member that used to say that dentists purposely make your teeth weaker and uglier (braces) so they can make more money. They used to say that people didn’t always need braces, but dentists would do it to make more money along with other things.

Well, my theory is similar. There is some dang conspiracy, where companies make faulty things every so often, and for some odd reason 9.8/10 times it ends up in my house.

Take for example, our flat screen televison. It wasn’t even here for a couple months when it started giving us trouble.

But it wasn’t just the television. The cable box was replaced twice and is still giving us hair-pulling, remote throwing, experiences. We even had trouble with out satellite box, but after 5 times of calling tech support over to our house, and getting it replaced, it’s working fine…..for now.

Our cable company have come over thrice so far. Maybe 5 is the magic number?

And don’t even get me started on the house computer. Half my grey hairs are because of it. Freezing here, and screwing up that. I have lost count how many times we have restored my house computer. Its been more than 5 though. You can be rest assured it’s nowhere close to being less than five times.

And for me specifically?

My HP laptop and my verizon cell phone.

A week into  my laptop, friends complain the internet keeps turning off because the switch was too loose. Two weeks into me getting the laptop, something’s acting fishy. The mouse keeps deciding I should be writing somewhere else, or close my window. Keyboard once in while decides it would be fun to join the mouse and give me hard time.

Oh the joy!

A month later I call and complain, and another month later it gets shipped of to be fixed.

It comes back.

First I’m excited, oh I think they fixed the mouse problem. Oh and they didn’t give a crap about my internet switch. So I decide, oh well, I can live.

Two days later problem returns, with a couple other ones. I can’t stick a dvd in the laptop to watch a movie. There’s something wrong with the touch panel. Now, the adaptor on my laptop gets so hot that it practically burns you. Oh and randomly my laptop decides that internet does not exist.

I call HP twice. I have to send in my laptop again. But that was over a month again. I didn’t even mention the touch panel, or the adapter, or the dvd as problems. And I’ve been waiting for finals to finish before I send my laptop away for an indefinite amount of time.

Basically, I want a new laptop. This harassment is not what I paid money for. I am tired. I have enough things to deal with without my laptop trying to burn a hole in my clothes.

So dear HP, give me a new laptop before my warranty expires.

I am dead serious. I just won’t say that to your face. Last time when I told you my problems you just mocked me and said,

Are you sure you’re typing correctly?

Am I an idiot? No, I am not. I have used a laptop before your wonderful creation, and I know how to type. Thankyouverymuch

Your BELOVED customer,

Me!

And here’s the best part. I actually bought and returned two Toshiba laptops before my HP laptop. The Toshiba’s were giving me trouble. Actually the first one wasn’t, but I thought the second one was a better deal. And then I realized the second Toshiba laptop was evil, and luckily returned it.

Now my wonderful cellphone. Did you know that my cellphone had reached a point where randomly it would decide to mute people so I couldn’t hear them? So pretend you called me. I would pick up the phone and you would hear this for 30 seconds: Hi..Hello..I can’t hear you…Please don’t hang up…Hi…Helloo…once again I can’t hear you, but please don’t hang up..I have a problem with my cell phone… I repeat..Hi …Helloo

Sad right?

OH and the battery life was about 4 hours.

Oh and when my dad took the cell phone to the verizon technicians, she called me using my phone (I had my dad’s) and could hear me fine. She did it twice and it worked!

So I ask her if she fixed it.

“Yeah.Sure. But there’s nothing to fix”

ooohhh kayy

“Umm but it gives me trouble with everyone. Like I can’t hear them.”

“But I just called you and its fine”

“But it doesn’t do it always”

“But you just said it gives you trouble with everyone. And we were fine. If you couldn’t hear me, it’s the phone you’re holding.”

Wow. Are you kidding me? Are you actually giving me attitude for something you are paid to do?

So my malfunctioning phone came back to me. Whoop de doo

And my father had my line switched over to my mom’s old phone. I could die happy.

I guess at least I don’t have to worry about my ridiculous problems. But that verizon lady makes me so angry when I think of her. Argh

HOW DARE YOU?!

Dear God,

I only ask of one thing from you. Please. PUH LEZE, take away my inherited gift of bad luck with techonology. PLEASE. That and give me super powers…cool, non-lethal ones…Thank you

P.S. That lady at Verizon was rude. Please make her realize her mistake. Oh and a cool, new laptop will make me love you forever…even more.

Your loving creation,

The bestest thing ever,

Amrah

…Curse you HP! @#$% ( unless u completely fix my laptop and its fine for the next five years. I doubt that, but at least I’m meeting you half way here)