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.

This past Friday while I was on campus, I convinced a friend to take me down to  the Detroit river front. Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages. But for an odd reason I can only find time to do things spontaneously. And that day happened to be one my spontaneous moments days.

So we drove to  downtown Detroit, and parked by the riverfront. And, it was beautiful!

It was breezy but sunny and warm. The place was crowded, with people walking around, running with their dogs, families eating food, and couples having a good time.

There was a merry go round, that my friend kept on insisting she wanted to go on. I told her she should, but she was too embarassed to be seen with the kids. Though I don’t think anyone else would have seen the difference.

And a little area where water springs were shooting up. Kids were yelling, running back and forth. There was the cutest toddler squealing with delight while running down the middle. His mom was following him by walking on the side of the  water springs.

Then we heard a really loud noise and turned to the river to see a plane flying past us. We watched it go up, shoot down, flip a couple times, rotate around, and make sharp turns around big cones. We were very confused. But who cared, it was AWESOME!!

Then another plane came, and did its own set of tricks. And another one. And another one. We watched them leave their own trail of smoke. My friend wanted to write out her name. (this is the one of many times where I rolled my eyes mentally)

I even tried taking a picture with my cellphone, which turned out to be like crap.

But it’s still  pretty cool seeing one fly over the Detroit river.

We eventually figured out that an air race was taking place the next day, the Red Bull Air Race.  Friday, was practice day. Pilots from different countries came down for this race. We started noticing all the cameramen that were recording the practice flights. I was VERY much tempted to stick my face in front of this guy’s camera.

“HELLO MISTER!

What’s going on?

Huh mister? HUH!”

It would have been funny to see him jump back and then watch us run away laughing like idiots.

After gawking and sighing for a bit longer, (at the planes not the camera man…jeez) we went into the General Motors building, by the river front. And once again, that place was beautiful!!

First thing we saw was the setup for the Air Race. They had pictures of all the pilots and their flags. We tried figuring out a couple of the countries from their flags and failed (our great American education never fails us). Actually since my friend is  a self-proclaimed geography know- it-all, SHE, failed.

We were trying to figure out the way to the Detroit People Mover. A cable car that a friend of mine once described as, “that takes you from nowhere to nowhere!” But we were going down to Greektown, and the People Mover (yeah I noticed the extremely retarded name as well. People. Mover. Cuz it moves you….wow) stopped there.

We could have walked there, but my feet were in EXTREME agony because of my shoes. I had taken off my shoes and was walking around barefoot. And yes, I did get some looks. And no, I didn’t feel like an idiot…actually maybe a bit.

A guy walked past us wearing a leather jacket and holding a helmet, looking very much like a pilot. Having the delayed response that I do, I decided I had to get his autograph after he disappeared from sight. We tried figuring out who the pilot was later on while looking at the pictures of the pilots. And narrowed it down to 4 guys.

We settled on the best looking one of the four, Matt Hall. AND,  he was from England. Yes, it had to be him. ( Yeah we confused Australia’s flag with England’s flag. And realized that yesterday. And FYI Matt Hall placed 4th. That’s our guy!).

And I was happily walking around like shoeless person would when I saw him. That is, until we got to the People Mover (Dun Dun DUNNNN..honestly don’t you feel like the name deserves some dramatic music?).

The People Mover (Dun dun dunn) you see, had a policy about people like me:As you can see, it says no bare feet. That meant my painful shoes went back on. Either that or I had to face the wrath of the People Mover’s people (Dun dunnn dun dun dunn)

So we got on the People Mover (Ahhh it’s the People MOVER!!!) and realized we were surrounded by a sea of Red Wings jerseys.

DUH! It was game 7 that day!!! Another reason why everything was so crowded and the mood was so happy!

And of course everyone started talking about the game, and how the Penguins were a joke blah blah blah…something 4-0 blah blah blah. More Red Wings fans come in, and others left. Then two people wearing Penguins jerseys came in

And I kid you not, the entire car (Yeah they’re called cars) went silent. And stared down the Penguins’ fans.

AWWWKKK WARDDDDDDD

So of course me and my friend decided to start counting all the Red Wings jerseys we see that day. We have impeccable timing like that.

We wanted to reach a 100 before we left. Or at least she did. I just gave her a hard time.

We were so caught up with out little game, that we realized we were at out stop, two seconds before the door closed. As I’m grabbing for my bag, I notice she’s just sitting there saying “S###!”

And  it was too late. The door closed. So we ended up going around for another trip. I wonder if they had any rules against that? Does it count as loitering????

There was a stop where I saw this really freaky dude:

Only he’s not a dude. It’s a STATUE!!! But oh my Goddd. If you looked at it, you would have been shocked yourself. It lookes so real…in person.
I would have screamed like a girl if that thing moved its head. Either that or cry like a baby.

Since I am a girl, I guess it would make more sense to go with the latter.

But besides freaky dude, the view from the car was amazing.

Let me share a picture from my handy dandy cell phone again:

Isn’t it beautiful?

Yeah. Downtown Detroit really has its beauty. But most people don’t ever see it. Especially those that live in Detroit.

My parents would definitely be surprised.

And not that I’m trying to get into some race discussion  or anything here, but what I really didn’t get is why a city made up of majority African Americans, had basically only Caucasians enjoying all this?

By the river front, inside the amazing buildings, in the People mover (duna dunn) African Americans were the minority, like some of the suburban highschools I’ve seen.
It makes no sense.

….

Anyways, in the end we took the cable car back to the GM building. We kept snickering at the sign that said,  Detroit People Mover: Now faster, smoother, better and more fun than ever before!

It really wasn’t.

We stepped out to find an even more amusing sign:

Apparently now the People Mover (Dun dun dunnnnn)  moves in a clockwork direction. It actually used to (Heaven Forbid!!!) move in the opposite direction!!!!!

Someone care to explain this? Cuz I just stood there with a very blank mind.

In one day I experienced the beauty of Detroit and the blank state of mind that comes from experiencing Detroit.

I found a seagull that was also undergoing the after effects of the Detroit shock-the blank state of mind.

Poor guy.

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.

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

This is it ladies and gentleman.

One week and counting.

Like my friends kept putting it two years ago, “It’s an end of an era”

Most of us will be graduating this semester. A few of us have already graduated, and a couple of us will be in a semester or two.

But the fact is, after this semester most of us will be going our separate ways.

Even till this day, as my undergrad days come to an end, I get the question, “How do you like it at Wayne State?”

And I would respond, “Oh, yeah it’s great. I love going there”

There are many reasons why I love Wayne State, but the most important factor has always been the friends that I found here at Wayne State University.

It started back in freshman year. With my friend from middle school. We were both scared of what to expect from college, and terrified of not knowing anyone else.

Before you know it, we made friends or found old friends. And we introduced everyone to each other. And Freshman year ended with a group of 10 girls.

And it all started at the Undergraduate Library.

I refused to go to the second floor because there were so many people. So everyone would come up to the third floor. A table at the back of the library floor automatically became labeled as our table.

And it wasn’t labeled  by us.

Almost every week we would have a new addition to our group. And we all knew exactly where to find each other, on that table on the third floor. Sometimes our group was so large that we would break of into two tables side by side.

The third floor became the hang out floor. While the basic backbone of our group stayed the same , we lost a couple of the original freshman girls.

Even when one of us moved out to India to do medical school, the girls declared our ‘BC’ made up of 6 or 7 us, would never break.

I laughed at this stupid term they came up with. The BC shape a.k.a Brain Connection (Because of all the times we had the same thought or connection). It was stupid, but they all had a good time with it so I let it go.

They would talk about all of us living together on the same street even after we get old, have kids, and get jobs. And would be friends just like on the show, The desperate housewives.

The realistic me, always made it a point to rain on their parade by telling them that the likelihood of that was nil. They yelled at me. I rolled my eyes.

Five years later.

We’ve moved to the second floor of the undergraduate library. We’ve paved a way for a lot of incoming freshman Muslim girls. A support system, if you will, for them to make friends with other girls. For me it was a dream accomplished.

I see the younger generations now laughing and joking with us, and I smile. It makes me happy to think that all these girls now have a means to meet new people and make friends with. That was the hope I had, to bring all these girls together, so they have each other.

We’re no longer one set group. We’ve become diluted. The importance that we had in our younger undergraduate days, is gone.

But that’s fine. It’s not our time anymore. It’s their time, the freshmen, sophomores and juniors. The freshmen are now the ones throwing mini birthday parties in the library, how we once used to. They are ones studying in groups for exams, how we used to. They are now the ones imagining their futures together, like how my friends used to. They are now the ones on laughing highs, with immature babbles, just like how we once used to.

The main group of friends has undergone some changes. We’ve drifted, some barely see each other, and the dynamics within the group have changed. Over the years, friends have come and gone. With less of the latter, and more of the former.

It was all a maturing process.

And we’ve had some additions or partial additions. They haven’t been around long enough, but they certainly have become close enough.
It’s kinda weird actually. Important friends have remained important, while other friends have also become important.

Monday was the last day of classes. Our last day with each other(majority of us) as undergraduate students. I went to the undergraduate library imagining no one to be there.

Lo and behold, most of our current Wayne State group came together in the library.

It was weird.

It all had started at the Undergraduate Library, and it was all ending at the Undergraduate library.

I kept waiting for something. Some kind of sign or pop, that commemorated this end. Nothing happened. Not even a mass group cry, though I kept on trying to make it happen by getting them sentimental.

One friend did start crying much later on while I was studying. Pooh had always pushed for us living together in ‘White Houses’  after everything. Just like in the song. And as usual I told her that it wasn’t something that could happen. I even told her to get over it. What’ s the big deal? You make friends, you lose friends. You’ll cry once or twice. Life is going to work the way it is.

Even I knew I was being brutal. But I couldn’t help how I was feeling. Maybe that’s the way I build my defenses against getting too emotional.

Don’t get me wrong, I am going to deeply miss all our memories at Wayne State. From our walks to the restaurants, to our birthday parties, our random trips to Dearborn for food, or the mall, our times at the movies, laughing at each other, discovering new buildings at Wayne, picking on one another, freaking out for exams together.

Yet, there’s nothing much we can do about that. We all have to move on to next part of our lives. Whoever I can remain good friends with even years from now, it’ll be great. Whoever I don’t, I guess however unhappy you may be for some time, we just weren’t meant to be. Yes, I know, brutal again. But in my opinion if you’re an important friend then it’s not going to be so easy to escape from each other.

Anyways I realized I was making things worse for Pooh when she started crying harder. So I tried cheering her up by making bets to see how long it would take to hit our friends, or how they would react when it hit them. I told her I  had known that she would be the first one it would hit. She told me to shut up.

Then I told her we should all just start singing the Vitamin C song during the graduation commencement. I think she really liked that idea.

I just hope Wayne State doesn’t take away our diplomas.

[Please Read Part 1]

We arrive at the palace, and have a mini-reunion with our two friends (since we haven’t seen them for an ENTIRE hour). Friend A and B want to get inside asap so we can get good seats. Pooh tells us another one of our friends is coming, so we try waiting around for some time. 10 minutes of watching floods of people come in we decide we’ll go in and save seats instead.

Then we hear the announcement: No camera’s, big bags, food or drinks are allowed. Please remove your jackets

Uh oh

We all look at each other. Pooh decides to shove her Doritos in my purse (you know because my purse isn’t already full of junk) and now my purse looks like, well like someone stuffed something into it. I’m trying to zip up my purse when Pooh’s sister realizes she can’t stick her subway sandwich in her pocket, and everyone decides that she should stick it in my purse.

I protest…to deaf ears…

We start walking toward the lines when we see the ushers opening and checking people’s purses.

“Uh new plan guys. How about we all put our food and cameras back into our cars?”

“No don’t be silly Amrah. Just stick your camera in your jacket. No one is taking of their jackets”

“Ok that’s great. What about the purse that looks like it has rocks stuffed into it?” (a.k.a. my purse)

Friend B takes out the Doritos, I sigh with relief, and sticks it in my jacket pocket

….

“It’s NOT even my chips why do I have to be one to carry it?!”

I’m trying to stuff the packet into my pocket, but the edge keeps sticking out.

“Oh my God Amrah. It’s fine. I have two bottles of pop and two sandwiches in my bag. I just put a scarf on top of them”

“No, no I refuse to get into trouble for food that does not even belong to me. Knowing my luck they’ll pat me down!”

…Of course everyone is walking away while I’m yelling.

“At least give me a scarf! “ {Stupid friends }

Friend A, pulls off Pooh’s Palestine shawl and gives it to me. I just stare at it as they continue to walk away. {Really, I can’t believe they’re my friends either at that point}

I stuff the sandwich in the scarf and stick into my purse, in the corner. I realize the Doritos bag won’t hide no matter what, so I clutch my purse to the side of my jacket, hiding my pocket.

I really, really, REALLY hope cameras weren’t looking at all that.

I run up to the line my friends are in, I’m actually  nervous. I have my purse open, clutched to my side. I go to the guy on the right, who tells a girl to open her purse, and I quickly stick my purse in his sight. He pokes and nods. I breathe. I walk out with my purse still clutched to the side, convinced someone is going to see the Doritos bag and call me back.

We all gather on the other side, glad to see that we made it through without incident. Then we notice Pooh is missing.

We look and look, and she walks up to the rope dividing us.

“Um the guy saw my camera. You guys go ahead I’ll catch up”

{This could be a scene from a really dramatic war movie. Scene: We were refugees trying to cross into the safe territory. The evil country people (Yes, I did say evil country people) were checking to make sure we don’t take any money with us. But if we didn’t bring any money, how would we survive. They didn’t care. All but one of us was made it through. And she bravely said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll catch up with you guys. Take care of my sisters. I will see you guys. Go on without me. Just go. I’ll be fine.” We cried, but we knew we had no other choice. And we leave. End scene}

Only, what we did was laugh at Pooh, waited for 10 minutes, got sick of waiting and went upstairs.

Here’s the best part: WE GOT FREE POP and DORITOS!!!!!

Okay everyone who was there did. But still it’s the best feeling when you get free food (What can I say, it’s the Indian in me). But isn’t it cool how the chips packets were specially made for the late night?!

We wait another 20/30 minutes and then get annoyed. We go to look for seats, smiling, pop in one hand, and Doritos in another. (Yes, guilt did kick in extra hard when I was drinking my free pop…sigh)

To be continued in Part 3

The day is, well, the day before yesterday.

I’m walking late to class, worried about the quiz we have in class, and whether there will be any extras left, and whether I’ll get to take one.

If  I knew I had a quiz, why was I walking in late? Well I had an exam in another class, and a friend of mine needed help. So I was with her in the library, eating skittles, pizza and a sandwich (all at the same time…don’t ask). Then I get a text saying we have a quiz. So once I answered my friend’s questions, I grab my stuff and leave.

Or so I thought     DUN DUN DUNNN

After class I decide to go home .

It’s cold that day, and then it starts to rain as soon as I reach the parking structure. Then my phone rings.

Oh and since my phone is broken now, I can’t hear anything from people for the first 35 seconds, and most people end up hanging up on me.

So the phone rings, I pick up and go like, “Hello, Hello. Hey I can’t hear you but if you can hear me don’t hang up. Got it? hello hello.”

Long story short, after some arguing, my friend convinces me that I left my laptop charger in the library. I get annoyed realizing she was right, and get really annoyed because I don’t want to walk ALLLL the way back to the lovely UGL (library). So then I tell her I’ll pull up to the side of the UGL, the service drive between the engineering building and the library, park my car for a quick second, meet her outside the UGL and get my charger.

She says okay, but she doesn’t have a jacket,and she really doesn’t want to get wet.

So I’m all like, la la lala, and pull into the service drive by the engineering building. At which point I immediately see a police car.

OH CRAP. OH CRAP.OH CRAP. Is he gonna pull me over for being here?( I don’t know why I assumed the police was a he) No no, I’ll be fine as long as I don’t park  my car

(You see, dear readers, it’s actually illegal to park in the little area by the UGL and engineering building, unless you’re one of those service people. Students do it anyways sometimes when they’re in emergency situations like myself. And I don’t see anything wrong with that. What I didn’t realize is that it’s illegal to be there in general with a car. And I’m not talking about a toy car)

So I go a little behind the building just enough to be hidden from the police car, call my friend, explain to her the situation. So she says, “Ok. We’ll come over”

1. Who the heck is ‘We’?

2. I hope they come before that police guy does.

After an incredibly long five minutes (I don’t think my friends could have taken their sweeter time walking over. It’s a one minute walk, but they manage to pull it to five). I see two of my friends coming up to me. I’m slightly panicking. I roll down the windows, and they ask me if  can drop them to Starbucks. So I say, Yeah just hurry up and get in there’s a cop around here.

Of course they don’t take me seriously, and get in slowly, cuz you know, I’m a “Spazz” {STUPID FIRENDS}

And I’m not joking with you, they’re closing the doors, I  check my rear view mirror and see the cop car pulling up behind me. I freak out and start driving.

And then I hear that really annoying siren. So I stop. And the siren stops. So I get confused and think maybe it’s not for me and start driving again. Then the lights go off. And I really realize that I have to stop.

So here’s the best part. This is my FIRST TIME getting pulled over. So I’m kinda panicking because I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. I know I need my license and registration information. And i’m wondering in my head what the hell my registration information is. So  I’m thinking back to every single movie scene where a person gets pulled over, and the only thing I can think of is, “What seems to be the problem, officer?”

Okay don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those lame drivers that drive right below the speed limit or come to a complete 3 second stop at every stop light (and if you are one of those drivers, I just wanted to say I don’t think really think you’re lame. I just ask you to stay out of my left lane). So I’m not one of those super careful drivers, I just haven’t gotten pulled over before.

So I tell my friends that and ask them what the hell I’m supposed to do now.

Friend 1: Ok This is what you do

Friend 2: Tell them that you got lost. That you didn’t  know what you were doing and you got lost.

The genius Me: That I got lost? What the hell? How did I do that?

Friend 2: That you were driving and looking for us

The genius Me: NO! I’m not telling him that!

Friend 1: Just tell him what happened. Tell him that you just needed your charger and

Friend 2: so you didn’t know how to get back and got lost

The genius ME: ok I’m going with friend 1’s plan.  I was looking for my charger

Friend 1: You weren’t looking. We came to give you the charger

Friend 2: and you got lost

The genius Me: And I got lost

(Yes this whole conversation did manage to happen before the cop walked up beside me. And you can tell that I’m nervous)

Cop comes, and I pull them my window, and for whatever reason I really want to say, “What seems to be the problem officer?”. Thankfully I don’t. The cop already looks angry like I just took him away from doing his job, like oh I dunno, stopping some kind of robbery or fight somewhere else. It is Detroit.

So cop comes,

Angry Cop: What are you doing here?

Friend 2 whispering: TELL HIM YOU GOT LOST

The genius ME: I um.. left my ch.ch.charger (Friend 2 still whispering: Tell him you got lost) and needed it ( Tell him you got lost) and I was already in my car so I(Tell him you got lost) figured i would just pull up here real quick (Tell him you got lost)and get it…

Friend 2 still whispering: Tell him you got lost.

Angry Cop: What kind of charger?

Friend 2 STILL whispering: Tell him you got lost.

The genius Me: Mylaptop {At this point I’m wondering if 1. My GENIUS friend is realizing that if I can hear her clearly, so can the cop and when she’ll ever shut up, and 2. Why does it matter what kind of a charger it was?}

Angry Cop: (Looks at me angrily) You know I could write (Tell him you got lost) a citation for this (Tell him you got lost). Do you know that this is a footpath for students only?

Friend 2 STILL whispering: Tell him you got lost. {OMG WILL SOMEONE MAKE HER STOP}

The genius Me: Noooo I didn’t really realize it was for walk way for students. But it was raining, and I didn’t want (Tell him you got lost)to make  my friends walk in the rain and I really needed my charger and I was(Tell him you got lost) already in the car and they didn’t have their jackets

{Ok I knew it was a walkway but I didn’t think it was wrong for me to be there. I just knew it was illegal to park there . I still don’t get why it has to be illegal if you do it once in a while}

Angry cop looks over at my friend who’s wearing a sweatshirt and the other one who’s wearing a jacket {Life really can work against me sometimes}

Friend 2 STILL whispering: Tell him you got lost. {At this point it was more like a background music}

Angry Cop:  The only ones allowed to be here are me and service vehicles ..blah blah blah {I kinda accidentally zoned him out because the background whispers changed to, Tell him you’re sorry!}How long have you (Tell him you’re sorry!) been here for?

The genius Me still zoned out because now I’m kinda laughing in my head about the non-stop whispers: Looking blankly at him

Friend 2 now non-stop whispering: Tell him you’re sorry!

The genius Me:Errrr

Friend 1: Like five minutes. We just needed to drop off her charger (Tell him you’re sorry!)to her ::holds up charger:: And she’s just going to drop us off to Starbucks (Tell him you’re sorry!)

Angry Cop: Ok I’m going to let you  off this time. (Tell him you’re sorry!)

The genius Me: Yes I’m sorry {awkward}

Angry Cop: If I see you again, I will write you a ticket

The genius Me as Cop walks away: ..obviously….

OH CRAP WHAT THE HECK DID I SAY! {I meant to say something along the lines of. Omg yes definitely I’m so sorry I learned my lesson I won’t do it again but it came out as….obviously…}

Anywho, so that was my very first getting pulled over experience. And as you can tell, I seem to have a lot of trouble handling the situation. I think this experience was a warm-up. The story is a lot more interesting in person.

But for the rest of the day I ended up being more than careful. I was like freakisly careful about my driving. Its so sad how one experience can shake me up like that.

::shaking head at myself:::

And before I leave I wanted to share two things with you guys, a photo and an fml.

Wednesday, on my way home, the sky was BEAUTIFUL.

AND so of course I had to take a picture to share it with you guys. Even though the picture sucks, this is what it looked like.

Ok so the picture kinda really sucks. But you see how it’s cloudy and yellow at the bottom. Well just try and imagine just that area in thd middle with hazy fog like thing with these colors from my friend’s flickr.

It was amazing! I wish I could share things better…

Oh and I  posted this on my twitter earlier today (add me!):

i woke up at 7am today to carpool to school so I wouldn’t sleep through my 9:30 class It’s 9am and I just found out my class is canceled-fml (my next class was at 6pm)

Ok in all honesty, I actually really don’t like that site  Fmylife.com). But the style  so perfectly captured everything that I decided it was the best way to get my feeling across. That should be a double fml.