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 I’m having an extremely angry day.

{AND please don’t be sitting there making grammatical corrections to my writing}

But I’m not here to talk about that. Or to talk about how  you should move out  after your sophomore year of college at the very at least. Or about what I thought of the 5th book of Maximum Ride especially since I didn’t GET to finish it.

But so far its been MUCH better then the 4th. But we’re not here for that.

And I’m not here to talk about my attempt at happy thoughts. Including the ever altruistic Peter from Heroes. And the show Heroes in general. And Lost. And books like Maximum Ride, which then brings me back to my angry feeling, since I couldn’t finish the book.

And not about my cat, Tigger.

And I’m not here to talk about Michigan’s weird weather. Hailing one day, raining the next, and blizzarding barely a week before.

Nor am I here to talk about my extremely irritating, chapped lips. I usually am fine with my rough lips. I actually like the feeling of my rough lips.

I don’ t know why I’m weird like that.

But now a days, they’ve been so painfully chapped that the edges of my mouth have blisters. So I scream in pain everytime I open my mouth. Usually a silent scream (which happens a lot). So then I look like a goldfish…in a weird way…I just can’t explain it. And so of course I’m not going to talk about how I’ve been slathering my lips with vaseline AND lipgloss. And then receiving the infamous question from all my friends, “Amrah? Lipgloss? WOAH” {YOU SIR ARE ANNOYING…and I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY A GUY”

[Note: The post was started with an angry me, yesterday. I didn't finish it, so I'm going to finish it tonight with everything that I can remember I think I would have wanted to say.  I don't think that made any sense to you]

AND I’m DEFINITELY not going to talk about the movie, “I love you, man”. It really isn’t as funny as people might have made you believe. I mean, its funny. And there are some LOL moments, and the annoying loud people behind you make it a point to literally, LOL at the entire movie . But when people cuss, I get extremely turned off. I also get turned off when I go in expecting some good, clean fun and end up with a lot of dirty jokes. {Yes, perhaps I’m the idiot that expected good, clean fun from this movie, BUT we are NOT here to talk about that}

And what I really don’t want to talk about is how you decide to watch the movie you really weren’t too happy with, just  to escape from one of life’s cruel jokes. So I won’t talk about how a spontaneous decision to get your mind off things worked in an annoying way, though temporarily.

And I’m not writing to talk about my frustrating HP laptop that’s slowly making my hair turn gray.

{Um is it grey or gray? So confusing}

So I’m not here to talk about ANY of that.

Or even about how I’m going to be graduating and POOF, it’s all gonna be gone ( That dear readers, will definitely be for another day).

Now I have a confession to make.

Are you ready?
Since I’m finishing up this post, and entire day later, I  can’t remember what it was I wanted to talk about.

I truly have NO idea what I wanted to talk about or what I’m supposed to talk about. So there you have it.

I mean, I have things I want to talk about (as you can tell from my list above) but they are all deserve their own post. Not some cheap post they have to share with other topics.

So I’m glad you  read this post that never got to accomplish its goal.

Just watch me wake up in the middle of the night, remembering what it was I was supposed to talk about.

Just Watch!

Meh…Life just seems to work that way.