Hello humans!
Is there anyone else besides me who HATES Sundays? Not because school starts after Sunday, but because Sunday is so... boring!! I don't know why! Lahk... seriously!
Anyways, Z dio-ed on my bed last night. He's not sleeping in my bed ever again.
These bananas we bought on Friday are good. They don't black easily. They're very good.
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Okay, so last night was the halaqa, and I was sharing my reflections after Isha. When I shared it, everybody was smiling at me creepily as if I was some little kid blabbing really smartly about a topic.
Well, that's how I felt.
I was reading my most recent reflection, the one called, 'Put it Off, Dude' and they laughed when I said that you can't predict the future and you might die before your later. And then I curled my fingers as I said it. They all did breathlaughs. And when I was done, Hb clapped and Mar did as well. I felt so honored because no one else got clapped at.
But maybe they clapped because they saw me as this babyish kid so they thought I needed some encouragement or whatever. Kinda offensive.
Me and Mar were practicing our surahs for the recitation after Isha. I was doing Mursalat and Mar was doing the second page of Mulk. She was pretty good I guess. I read Mursalat to her and when I was done she said, "I wish I was you!"
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Today I went to go pick up S from Sunday school. It was my first time riding in the new car that will soon be S's. The windows can't be open 'cause of the tint sticker. The cloth part on the right back door is ripped off mercilessly. It gets in the way of the doorhandle.
I still hate Sundays.
N
