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.

Man I’ve been really bad these past two weeks. I feel like I haven’t blogged in ages. I keep starting on posts but never finishing them.
I still have to finish the post on the Mad Anthony Concert. So I promise I’ll have that one up for you guys in a day or two. I PROMISE.
Seee now I have to keep my promise, or die trying…
dun dun dunnnnn

So this past week has been a really crazy week for me. I had two exams and a paper.
Ok yeah, so it doesn’t seem so bad, but the week was still a blur. And I didn’t get to rest until bed time, Friday night.

Er…not including the part where I went to the mall on Monday.
But it’s not my fault. EVERYONE has been all like, “OH eM Gee! H&M has cardigans on sale for 10 bucks in all these different colors!”

Of course I get all excited and get all Oh Em Gee, and decided to head out to H&M the first chance I get, to buy the cardigans on Monday, (because you know I’m completely prepared for my exams, and already finished my paper…..Hahahahaha). ONLY they DIDN’T have ANY.

So I’m standing in the store, refusing to leave.

I did not go ALLL that way just to come back empty handed (FYI ALLL that way is approximately 17.3 minutes).

So there was this ONE cardigan, that wouldn’t fit me right, and it looked weird, and I had to keep tugging at it, but  it was 10 bucks. And for whatever reason, I decided to buy that cardigan.

WHY?!

I don’ t know :::shaking head:::

SIGH

So here’s my letter to H&M

Dear H&M,

How are you doing? I am doing fine.  Thank you for asking. I just wanted to let you know that I have this one cardigan, that’s navy blue, and it looks really, REALLY nice. But when I try wearing it, I keep turning around in circles, trying to get into the other sleeve. And my friend kept on laughing at me for that (Don’t worry I’m working on getting friends that’ll follow me, respect me, and fear me. And would never never laugh at me). But the thing is, the cardigan was a size medium.

Medium! I fit into your small for the other cardigan sweaters. So pray tell, WHAT is the problem?

It’s not my fault you didn’t have a large. And it’s not JUST that the sweater was small for me, it was BAGGY in other areas. So once I was done spinning, and got my arm into the other sleeve (with the help of THAT friend), the sweater was just bunching up and looking all weird. I don’t get it.

What poor kid  in China or India did you pay25 cents to make that sweater? I demand you pay them with food and a lot more money so we can get better sweaters.

No, I’m actually lying. If you’re being mean to little kids, I’m starting a protest in front of the store I got my cardigan from. And no, you can’t keep me quiet with all the best fitting cardigans in the world. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try…

Back to my topic about the poor kid from China. Maybe it wasn’t a little kid. Maybe you actually hired some weird men to make our cardigans. In which case, I think the guy was drunk.

THE SWEATER WAS BOTH TIGHT AND LOOSE!

Even this sweater would look better on me—————->

What kind of properly made piece of clothing, from a famous store does that? Ok yeah, maybe if I got the sweater from one of those shady “back stores” in china town in New York, then okay my bad.

But you are not a shady “back store” in china town in New York City. You are H&M (just in case you forgot who you are)

Ok yeah, I don’t shop at your store too often. And I really didn’t get the craze with your store when it opened. But right now I am very disappointed.

I want the cardigans my friends were Oh Em Geeing about! Not the one I have at home, still sitting in that H&M bag. Probably with the receipt. WHY did I even bother running out to the mall if you didn’t have ANY?

You Madam, are ANNOYING!

Yes, I can return my cardigan. Blah blah blah. Thank you for your wonderul insight. Let’s just forget, “the customer is always right”. Who the heck cares about that? As long as the drunk guy sitting in the factory in China is fine.

I wanted to thank you for making my very first cardigan experience a horrible one.

Now excuse me while I put on that cardigan again, and try tugging at it until it looks okay. And I can convince myself it’s not a bad cardigan as long as I flash freeze it.

I hate you.

Have a great day!

Amrah

P.S. Please don’t forget to bribe me if you wish for me to stop that potential protest. Thank you.