I’m walking on campus by La Pita, when my flip flop came off. Confused, I  stopped and picked up my foot and saw that my flip flop had broken.

I heard laughter while I picked up my shoe to inspect it.

It was hopeless, there was no way I could fix it and walk around in it. But they were my favorite slippers, so I stuck it in my Mary Poppins Bag (the bag that holds everything).

I looked down, decided that my jeans would pretty much cover my foot and save me from too much embarrassment.  I mean, besides from those that had seen what happened, and had found it amusing.

Not really bothered, I kept walking. My dad was around the corner of Barnes and Noble waiting for me anyways. I’d be there in another couple of minutes.

Still, I was a bit conscious when I realized that my jeans weren’t doing a very  good job covering my foot.

Oh, well.

I hear running behind me. I turned around to see a Muslim girl running toward me.

Maybe she’s going toward the garbage.

And I kept walking.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

I stopped and turned around.

“Would you like to trade shoes?”

“Huh? Um..”  But I’m missing one shoe, why would she want to trade shoes?

Still confused, I looked at her flip flops, and then lifted my pant leg to show her empty foot.

“No my friends just saw what happened. They said that your shoe broke. I can trade shoes with you”

“OH. No it’s okay.” Oh…the laughing sound I heard by La Pita was probably them.

“No really. My car is right here, and it looks like you have a bit of a walk. And it would be dangerous for you to walk without your shoe…”

“Oh no. Thank you so much but my dad is right around the corner…But thank you so much”

I hugged her, thanking her.

“Thank you again”

“Oh it’s not a problem”

And she walked away. As I kept walking happily thinking of the incident, I realized that I never asked her, her name.

Whoever she is, she is the sweetest person I have ever met.

And wouldn’t it be great if everyone was like that? I wish I had gotten her name.

Hi Guys

So this past monday I was studying in the Undergraduate Library (My self -proclaimed second home… no seriously, it basically is) on the third floor with a friend. One of the security personnel knocks at our door and enters,

“Hello ladies. Well it looks like you guys can read. It sure seems like you can read. I’m sure you can also read the signs”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to have it out. I’ll put the sandwich away.”

“Yeah. It looked like you guys could read”

“I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

So my friend puts her sandwich away, while I’m completely ignoring the security guy. See, your not allowed to eat on the third floor of the library. It’s the floor for our hardcore studying peers who will throw dirty looks at you if you are just standing with a friend. I mean, it’s so distracting when there’s two people standing 8 feet from you giving each other glances.

The thing is, I’ve been around Wayne State longer than that guy has. I was there, as Wayne State’s third floor went through all its different security personnel. And the only ones I actually felt respect or even fear off where the one’s that left my  junior year.

I was there when the third floor was a ‘chill out’ area by the entrance of the stairs. Despite having a lot more libraries, all of which are much quieter than the UGL, people just tend to migrate to the UGL. It’s like our watering hole.  So group studies, chilling time, time wastage, tutoring, finding old friends, and hardcore studying all happens at the UGL.  So the third floor was taken back for those that need to study hardcore. I don’t mind the change the third floor has gone through anymore. It makes it easier to study. Especially since it is a University.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes get annoyed with the latest batch of security people . Especially if they approach you in a rude way.

But don’t worry. They don’t go out of the way to be mean or anything. I just miss how the ones from before that would be friendly with you, but also warned you when you were acting out of hand. The ones we have now sometimes tempt me to act like I don’t speak English and have no idea what they’re saying, and make crazy hand motions and noises like I’m trying to communicate with them.

“Hello ladies. Well it looks like you guys can read. It sure seems like you can read. I’m sure you can also read the signs”

“VAT?!! VAT SAYN U?!! VAT SAYN? VATTT? Oh U de SAYn ..avat de say HI ISH? OH HIISH.”

“Ma’am I am asking you to put that sandwich away.”

“SANDUCH?Vat SANDA? Oooo U VNT FANTA? U NO ENGLZ eizer? OH not Vorry I Kann tesh u.”

“Ma’am you need to leave”

“VAT LEAF? VER LEAF? WHOSE DE LEAF? DEY Neweh GIV  leaf! CARD! HAV CARD”

“Ma’am please stop flailing you arms. Ma’am stop. MA’AM. OUCH. MA’AM”

“HELP. NO LEAF. HEPPPPP. HAV CARD. NEWEH GIV LEAFFFF!!!”

And that would be the most interesting day in the third floor’s history. Or at least I like to imagine that I would one day.

Moving on, an extended cousin of mine (who also graduated from Wayne State) is getting married this weekend (the groom actually graduated from Wayne as well ).

Come summer, and it’s weddings everywhere. But people seem to be trying different things for their weddings now. I know one friend who broke into a dance to “Jai Ho” from Slumdog millionaire with her groom for her first dance. It was definitely  not the typical Arab wedding.

So in honor of all the weddings going on and that  have happened, here are some cute, funny wedding moments. And there are better videos out there, but I’m not allowed to show one of them since a friend wants to use the idea. And you’ll have to look for the rest.

Cheers!

I’m driving down I-75 northbound.

I had a long day at campus today, and I was happy to go home and rest.

It was roughly 8:30 pm.

I would have left 20 minutes earlier, if I didn’t have to stop by Dearborn. Or if me and my friend hadn’t missed the shuttle from Wayne State’s medical campus to main campus.

So I’m driving down the left lane, slightly annoyed that the lad,  in the car in front of me, who was talking on her cell and had cut me off earlier, was still in FRONT of me.

whatever

I’m checking out her car, and lost in my own thoughts.

Lalalalalala…..Whoa! Those clouds are SOO CREEPY! They’re so ominously gray and have such weird shapes.

…Wait oh my god. It looks like a trail of elephants.

HAHA Oh my God. It does look like a trail of elephants!! That’s crazy ! I have to take a picture for the blog. No one’s going to believe me.

So I look  back down only to notice that the car in front of me, and every other car had come to a complete stop.

OH S*** !!!!!

In that five second of breaking for my life, I had a mild myocardial infarction.

A.K.A  A freakin heart attack.

Man, I was so glad I didn’t drive the van with its delayed brakes today. (My camry’s AC doesn’t work, and I don’t want to get it fixed, so I usually opt to drive the van instead)

So the camry stopped on time. My heart started beating again. And I was recovering from the shock.

Stupid elephants.

Whoa …what’s going on…people are changing lanes to the right. Maybe I should do the same? Oh no. Those cars are changing lanes to the left.

What the heck?!

WHY IS EVERYONE STOPPED.

OH My God. Did that car just make a U-turn in the middle of the freeway? OH! He just did the same thing.

And why are people pulling over on the side of the freeway?!!!

There’s people making u-turns, and there’s people pulling over on the side of the road.

There is something very wrong. Very wrong. Maybe I should pull over too? No..maybe I  should make a u-turn.

And go where? Idiot. ….Oh the news!

And that’s when I turn on 950. And apparently, a mile ahead of me, the 9 mile bridge had collapsed onto I-75, there was a bad car accident, and a gasoline tanker had exploded, and I-75 was on fire, and at least one car was completely annhialated, and people had lost power, and there’s toxic fumes coming out,  and people are pulling over to see what was going on. And they didn’t know if anyone was hurt at that point.

And apparently it had all started roughly 20 minutes ago.

As I called my dad, and listened while he explained to me what I should do after taking the only exit available to me, I realized why I was seeing the mass amounts of gray smoke.

And I made a note to myself.

If it’s creepy gray like that, and has weird shapes. It’s not a cloud, it’s smoke.

I listened to the news pretty much the whole ride back. More or less amazed at how my timing had worked out. And amused at how the news anchorwoman kept telling people to say away and that I-75 looked like an “inferno”.

Yeah lady, that’ll make people want to stay away.

P.S. From what I heard last, there was only one minor injury. Which is pretty amazing considering everything that happened.

Aite. Let us embark on the journey of part 2 day 1.

Yes, we’re still on Day one.

We left off at the part where the passengers around us were wondering what was wrong with me and my friend that were basically yelling when the flight took off.

She, because she was mad at me because the plane took off too fast.

And me, because I’m trying to calm her down.

The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful. I think it was mostly because we slept through the rest of the flight-mostly.

The only thing that stood out was the extremely creepy, and immense grave yard that we flew above, in New York.

That graveyard looked like it was being STUFFED with  graves .  And it just stretched on forever.

The funny thing is, when we met up with our friends, they were talking about the same graveyard. And every graveyard we saw in New York (and there were a lot) we thought that maybe it was the one we saw on our flight.New York has a lot of grave yards.

So our friends picked us up from the airport. Which was a much better plan than the original ones- A. We take a taxi to my friend’s sister’s apartment and pay a 100 something dollars  and B. We hop buses with our wonderful luggage.

First, we head over to the place our friend (whose wedding reception we were attending, let’s call her Zisey) is staying at. We couldn’t find her apartment complex.That’s a picture of us looking confused, after realizing that we just walked around the same block twice.

It was the IHOP that tipped us off.

Eventually our college degrees kicked in and we managed to find the place. For some reason, we all decided to go to the zoo with Zisey. ( We found out that it was free that day…anything to save money when you’re broke college kids)

And that ride to the Bronx Zoo was the most longest drive of my life. Not because it was far away. But because traffic is PAINFUL. Let me repeat. TRAFFIC IN NEW YORK IS PAINFUL

I lost track of time while I was degrading away in the back on my friend’s car. But I did take a  couple of pictures.

We split into two groups. I thought I felt like crap. Everytime I looked behind me, they looked worse and worse. At one point it looked like they were all dead.
This was one of the nicer pictures.

We get to the zoo, and pay like 10 bucks or something just to park. So much for it being free. (Yes. I know. I conserve money. And no that’s not the same thing as calling me cheap)

We go in. A couple of us are really excited. We can’t remember the last time we’ve been to the zoo and went OH OH at animals.

Like the peacocks. We went Oh OH! Like we’ve never seen peacocks before.

We were walking away from the peacocks when we hear a kid,

“BUT DADDDDDD! I didn’t get to throw a stick at it yet!”

“Noo. You do not throw sticks at animals. Noo”

That was me talking at loud while not looking at the kid.  I think both the kid and the dad turned around.

Seriously, what are you teaching your kids, if they think it’s okay to throw sticks at animals. If dad’s not going to say something, than I will.

On the other hand, my friend thought it was cute.

Yeah. Future animal abuser. So adorable.

And as per our paparazzi tradition, we had to take a thousand random pictures. I’m not  a picture person. I get annoyed with them. Especially when the number of times I have to take a picture passes two.

But that day, I noticed a friend of mine was feeling kinda homesick and not into her usual crazy picture mode. So I played along with her and her random picture taking competition, trying to cheer her up.

While I may have failed, we all still managed to get some really good shots. There’s a picture of a couple of us posing… in the middle  of the zoo. And another one, where I look like I’m meeting my end.

Yeah. We didn’t attract any attention at all.

(F.Y.I. If you know my friend’s you’ll know that it is impossible for them to go anywhere without getting some kind of a notice)

Look at us. All happy and smiley.

Now look at us. Exhausted with aching feet. And wondering why some random girl is trying to get into our pictures.

We’re not that great kid. But I did see a piece of bread on the ground that was starting

to look realllll good.

We were very happy to leave the zoo. Most of us were starving.

We happily dragged ourselves into our cars, so cheerfully awaiting New York’s traffic again. While following Zisey’s Iphone for a close by pizzeria, we realized that 8 minutes according to Urban Spoon, is not anywhere close to eight minutes.

And then we discovered that the pizzeria was closed.

New York City was about to experience another murder in its boundaries.

Then we saw it. Some random pizza place. And it was open. And it was only two bucks a slice. And it tasted SOOO GOOOODDDD.

I’m glad I didn’t go for that piece of bread in the zoo.

The end.

Hi

Okay so like I said in my last post, I’ve been in New York for more than a week. Me and a couple of my friends had gone down for my friend’s wedding reception. ( We all met at Wayne State)

It was our first trip together out of state (not including the drive down to Cedar Point a couple years ago).

And my friends were excited.

One was  really upset, because she was to be left behind.

Another was terrified, because she never flew before (not to mention the plane crashes that happened right before).

And I was scared. Why?

I was convinced it would be like the TV show “The Real World”  (I’ve never seen it, but that’s what everyone else kept saying) and we would get into conflicts.

But anyways, let me tell you about  my trip.

Day 1…Part 1

My friend, Foffle, and I were to be the last ones to reach NY, that day.  We were flying Spirit, and the other three girls had earlier flights.

And it didn’t click that maybe we should  confirm if our flight would be on time.

So here’s a note to all my readers, if you’re flying Spirit, please check to see how late your flight will be. Because it will be late (most likely). You CAN rely on Spirit for that.

So there I am with Foffle, falling asleep while waiting for the plane. And we find out that it’s delayed.  And we’re bored.

So of course we start noticing the passengers around us. There’s a family, a dad with two kids in front of us. The older kid, a girl, looked about nine years old. And she’s dressed all cute. And we’re dressed all nasty.  And we feel like idiots, and hope that the girl didn’t notice the ugly looking twenty something year olds.

She’s brushing her doll’s hair, and randomly decides to look up. And of course she finds two creepers looking at her. And the creepers look down.

And it happens again.

And again.

Then the creepers noticed that they basically looked like creepers.

And then she pulls out a cellphone, and starts texting. Like MAD texting. And the creepers we stare at this eight year old, who’s texting faster than us.

God it was embarassing.

And that was one of many embarassing things.

Earlier, while going through security, we lost Foffle’s shoe. We put the shoes in the box. But then a lady tells us to put it directly on the belt.

And we’re putting the shoes on the belt,

“Hey, where’s my other shoe?”

“Oh isn’t it….oh…where’s your other shoe?”

“That’s what I’m saying!?”

“Oh My God! Where did it goo?!”

And so there we are holding up the line, flapping our arms, looking under the belt, running around, looking for that one mysterious shoe.

Only it wasn’t so mysterious. The shoe was in my hand the entire time, and neither of us noticed. And every annoyed looking person, just stood there staring at us.

I wonder if Wayne State would take away our degrees for being such geniuses.

I guess we were the act of the day.

And remember how I said that it was Foffle’s first time flying on a plane?

Well she started freaking out on the plane.  And considering that we were on the most ghetto plane I have ever been on, it made every squeak and moan possible.

And I had to pretend like it was perfectly normal that the plane sounded like it was going through a grinding machine.

It was great.

Especially the part, where she started yelling at me after the plane took off.  She asked me if the plane just takes off with a bam. And I told her it was  a very gradual take off.

It wasn’t that gradual.

I think the girl next to me was staring at us.

OKAY

I’m in New York.

YES! That’s right…NEW YORK CITY!!!!

Manhattan…Times Square…China Town…Little Italy…Statue of Liberty….The Subway… and, weirdos

So I haven’t been writing. And all of you will have to wait till I get back to give you all my stories.

And I do have stories for all you guys.

On a side note, New York has a much better looking population and the guys there are taller than the ones in Detroit.

Oh and people don’t believe us when we say we’re from Detroit.

They go like, “No seriously, where are you from?”

So annoying.

A lot of us are missing our homes.  Some of us are on a constant  high. Some of us are really on their last nerves.

It’s quite funny.

Okay I am off.

Ciao!!!!

EDIT: This post was supposed to be posted last week. But the internet failed on me when I pressed publish, and wouldn’t come back up. I’m back in Detroit now.