I feel like I lost a really good friend.

Every time I finish reading a book that I’ve become attached to, those are the initials words/thoughts that come to mind.

It wasn’t any different this time.

Well maybe it was. I haven’t read a good book for a long while. I read three this entire summer compared to times when I was able to finish three in a week. Nothing has been appealing and I just havent been into books.

But Sophie Kinsella never fails to disappoint.

I just finished reading, Twenties Girl

by the renowned author of the Shopaholic series.

I love her books so much. They always always make me laugh.

Sadie just died at the age of 105 and is now haunting her great niece Lara to help her find a necklace that holds sentimental value of some sort. Sadie comes back not as the 105 year old version of herself but a 23 year old version. And her and Lara bicker like long time best friends. While searching for this necklace of Sadies’, they both learn about each others lives and help each other see the bigger picture and that the grass is truly greener on the other side.

It’s a hilariously written book, and really, I dont do it justice with my synopsis.

Sorry.

So why did I cry?

I’m not some sap who cries over books and movies. Other things, yes, but not those things. And this wasnt even supposed to be a sad book. It’s rated comedic.

However it just seemed to hit a nerve and I thought of all my relationships. Past and present. With friends and family. Grandparents.Mom. Dad. Sisters. Brother. Cousins. Aunts. Uncles. Best friend. Close friends. Good friends. Acquaintances.

Feeling guilty. Sad. Mad. Annoyed. Happy. Lucky. Confused. Jealous.

All of it.

So many thoughts and emotions all at once, I couldnt help but get misty eyed.

The bottom line is that this book teaches you that family can be friends. And that friends can turn into family {whether or NOT you sing and/or dance with them!}

As cliched and sappy as it may sound, I loved this book and think you all should go read it so I have somebody to talk to about it.

P.S. I’m sooooo excited to read her other book Remember Me?

There was a post that I promised to do a real long time ago. It more or less pertains to the south asian population on our campus.

But before that, just the other day I head on the news station that Michigan’s top three research institutions (U of M, MSU, and Wayne State) all had an enrollment increase this fall despite the recession Michigan is going through.  We saw an increase of 2.5%. And apparently tuition at Wayne State remains the lowest of Michigan’s 15 public universities.

Kinda cool, right?

Ok now back to topic.

So as some of you know, Wayne State has a REALLY diverse student population. Like super diverse. At least coming from suburbia it was a bit of a culture shock for me. But its diversity is one of the reasons why I tell so many kids to go to Wayne.

Well today I’m going to talk a little about Wayne State and my interaction with some of its south asian population (I think I already mentioned that..but anywhosie)

By the way, if you don’t know what a South Asian is, go check out a map.

So one day I’m walking over to my nutrition research lab,  while smelling like onions. Like an incredibly  STRONG, sickly smell of fresh cut onions.  So of course I’m going to be keeping a five foot distance from everyone. The reason why I smell like that is besides the fact for now. You’re curious? Too bad.

And of course while I’m trying to avoid people I keep running into Muslim girls that I know. And for an undiscovered reason Muslim girls like to hug each other EVERY TIME we run into each other. YES EVERY TIME.

No, No. No hugging for me.

So I stop awkwardly a good five feet away, smile and do this weird shuffle around them while they are staring at me and wondering what’s wrong. I probably scared all the girls that day into thinking that they are the ones that smelled.

And that’s when I heard it. That familiar crack of a bat hitting a ball and the guys yelling.

It was…….

End of part 1

HELLO.

I owe this blog an update about my life.

I have been doing applications. College applications. Applications that require essays. Applications that require things I rather just not do. Applications that are giving me headaches, bang my head on the wall fits, and reasons to change my goal in life.

I wanted to runaway.

I got done with two applications when my hands malfunctioned. Well, actually it was my wrists. I seemed to have strained something something because of all my time on the computer.

I can’t type for more than five minutes without being in pain. I cannot turn on the car. I cannot hold heavy-ish things. I cannot exert my thumb. I can’t even write more than a couple sentences with a pencil without screaming out in pain and dropping the pencil.

Basically applications should come with HEALTH DISCLAIMERS.

DO YOU HEAR ME COLLEGE APPLICATIONS?

I should sue somebody.

Sigh.

P.s. Yes. I know the title makes no sense.