It's Labour Day to-day, and I'm writing all Britishly for no reason. To-day we are going to El Paso to buy plimsolls at an outlet. Plimsolls are little British sports shoes.
We went at 11:30 and bought our raw milk first. I was sleeping by this time. I always sleep whenever we go to El Paso. when I woke up, my right foot was sleeping, and H's head was lying at my bottom. I wanted to give my foot some time to cool off and wake up, but I had to get out. So I got out and my foot vibrated horribly, and it made me walk funny. It was awful. Someone shoulda shaken the blood to keep that foot awake.
We went to a shoe shop and waited for Abi to park somewhere. Ummi needed shoes for a reason, and S's old fancy shoes that were three years old were gettin' worn out and looked like they'd been tortured severely by the weight of S's feet. We finally bought shoes for S at a green store which shall be known now as, "The Green Footwear Store Whose Inhabitants Constantly Stare." S bought some black shoes that were made of velvet and had two belt buckle thingies at the toes. At a store called Clark's, Ummi bought something and then she called me, who'd been sitting patiently on a bench outside the store beside H and Z.
Ummi found some shoes for me and while I tried the one she offered, she vandalized the shelves and threw random shoes down at me. To Abi she said, "I think she is going to find something here."
I DID FIND SOMETHING. I FOUND MAJESTIC GREEK SHOES THAT WERE TOO OLD-FASHIONED BY THE WORDS OF S, BUT I DIDN'T CARE. FOR NOW I HAD A PAIR OF PRIM SHOES AND A PAIR OF SPORTS SHOES. NO MORE BORING OLD GRAY SNEAKERS WITH THE N ON THEM.
Then we went home. And I'm hungry and tired. The worst combination of conditions is cold, tired & hungry. S could be Cold, I would be Tired, and H would be Hungry. That seems fitting. Now that a September 2nd post has been posted, I can wait for Maghrib to come.
N
Monday, September 2, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Green Grapes
I want to go get a bunch of green grapes from the fridge, but H just woke up, which means I can't escape from the computer or H will steal it. And I can't yell at him, so I'd never get him off if he stole it. (Unfortunately he takes this as an advantage.)
Anyways, before I allow virtual wars to happen between me and H in the comment box, I'm gonna change the subject. There is a baby shower at Young's Park today at 5pm. Ummi is making spring rolls.
I sleep too long in my naps and I dislike it. I don't like the idea of just stretching endlessly in my bed when I'm awake but still too tired to get up.
Yesterday I updated my food blog, If You're Hungry and You Know It, so go there. I put a fruit salad recipe. I think I want to make a smoothie or some sort of fruit juice soon, because we bought green grapes last night.
Ummi left the computer, and H took it, so I think I can get some grapes now without worry.
Yesterday was the aqiqah for that baby Muhammad. He is very cute, although his face is quite bloodred. Why are babies' faces always so red? Is their skin so thin that the redness of the blood comes through?
Anywhooze, the food was delicioso. I ate some pasta and maybe too much salad, but I was surprised that for once I finished it. Then I was just standing in the hallway talking to S about something, when the door opened. The masjid door is very creaky. There is no way you can open it in silence. But you can close it quietly.
The people who came in the door were Ra and Mar and Abd-R and their mom. "It's party time!" I said when I saw Mar. She laughed. We stood in the hallway where the bathroom was, and then Mar said, "This is very awkward."
"It's always like that with you!" I said. And then we giggled likegirls boys. Mar wanted to go and find a baby to play with, but unfortunately Abd-R was already playing with one of the Muhammads, the cutest baby (so far!) in the masjid.
We tried to get Muhammad and we were successful. Then more baby junk happened, and near our departure, Ra, Sr, S, Ummi, Z, Mar, and I were sitting in front of the library door in a circle. Mar's feet were in my face. I clapped my feet. Mar was all shockedly surprised. She'd seen me do that when she came to my house. Now she said, "Do that again!" I obeyed.
Mar now turned to Sr. "Look, Sr!" she said. "N, do it again."
Clap! they went. Sr's eyes widened. "Oh my God," she said. "Do that again."
I was now quite embarrassed now. Sometimes I don't like being the center of attention. But I did it.
"How can you do that?" asked Sr.
"My feet are flat," I answered flatly (jk).
"Let me see your foot," said Sr.
I showed it to her and turned it all around. Then I let it lay flat.
"Whoa," said Sr.
"She's the only one who can do that," said Ummi.
I then flipped my left foot to face me and I put it on my right leg. Then I took my right foot, flipped it, and put it on top of my left leg. Ahh. Serene.
then we left. we sent someone home. the end.
N
Anyways, before I allow virtual wars to happen between me and H in the comment box, I'm gonna change the subject. There is a baby shower at Young's Park today at 5pm. Ummi is making spring rolls.
I sleep too long in my naps and I dislike it. I don't like the idea of just stretching endlessly in my bed when I'm awake but still too tired to get up.
Yesterday I updated my food blog, If You're Hungry and You Know It, so go there. I put a fruit salad recipe. I think I want to make a smoothie or some sort of fruit juice soon, because we bought green grapes last night.
Ummi left the computer, and H took it, so I think I can get some grapes now without worry.
Yesterday was the aqiqah for that baby Muhammad. He is very cute, although his face is quite bloodred. Why are babies' faces always so red? Is their skin so thin that the redness of the blood comes through?
Anywhooze, the food was delicioso. I ate some pasta and maybe too much salad, but I was surprised that for once I finished it. Then I was just standing in the hallway talking to S about something, when the door opened. The masjid door is very creaky. There is no way you can open it in silence. But you can close it quietly.
The people who came in the door were Ra and Mar and Abd-R and their mom. "It's party time!" I said when I saw Mar. She laughed. We stood in the hallway where the bathroom was, and then Mar said, "This is very awkward."
"It's always like that with you!" I said. And then we giggled like
We tried to get Muhammad and we were successful. Then more baby junk happened, and near our departure, Ra, Sr, S, Ummi, Z, Mar, and I were sitting in front of the library door in a circle. Mar's feet were in my face. I clapped my feet. Mar was all shockedly surprised. She'd seen me do that when she came to my house. Now she said, "Do that again!" I obeyed.
Mar now turned to Sr. "Look, Sr!" she said. "N, do it again."
Clap! they went. Sr's eyes widened. "Oh my God," she said. "Do that again."
I was now quite embarrassed now. Sometimes I don't like being the center of attention. But I did it.
"How can you do that?" asked Sr.
"My feet are flat," I answered flatly (jk).
"Let me see your foot," said Sr.
I showed it to her and turned it all around. Then I let it lay flat.
"Whoa," said Sr.
"She's the only one who can do that," said Ummi.
I then flipped my left foot to face me and I put it on my right leg. Then I took my right foot, flipped it, and put it on top of my left leg. Ahh. Serene.
then we left. we sent someone home. the end.
N
Friday, August 30, 2013
"Fire. Fire."
An hour ago, the fire alarm went off. It made a loud blaring sound and a robotic voice (sounding very much like Siri's) said, "Fire. Fire."
I, who had been lazin' around with the iPad in H's room, stopped, dropped, and rolled. Just joking. *pinches self* Y'shouldn't be jokin' 'bout that, girl.
So all I did was put down the iPad in fright, and I sprinted out of H's room and stood in front of the bathroom, right where the fire alarm was blaring loudly on the ceiling. I panicked. There couldn't seriously be a fire! I ran inside my room and was about to say something to S but she told me to turn off the alarm. So I pressed that nice round button and the blasted blaring died away. S came out. "Did you turn it off?" she asked. "Yes," I answered. "There isn't any fire!"
S felt around the alarm, feeling for any hot air. But nothing. Nothing at all. "Go and see if there's any fire," S ordered bossily. I went to the front door and opened it. No fire in sight, and no smoke either! What was this madness? "No fire in the front yard," I reported as I passed by my room and walked briskly through H's room into the sunroom. I opened the back door, and the kids at the playground were still screaming like lunatics.
From behind me came a voice, "Obviously there's no fire back here."
"Maybe it was a jinn, because jinns are made of fire," I said. Then another thought came to me: the fire in Yosemite Park. It was just a thought, and it couldn't be true since the fire couldn't have reached our fire alarm. But what had really caused the alarm to leap into action?
N
I, who had been lazin' around with the iPad in H's room, stopped, dropped, and rolled. Just joking. *pinches self* Y'shouldn't be jokin' 'bout that, girl.
So all I did was put down the iPad in fright, and I sprinted out of H's room and stood in front of the bathroom, right where the fire alarm was blaring loudly on the ceiling. I panicked. There couldn't seriously be a fire! I ran inside my room and was about to say something to S but she told me to turn off the alarm. So I pressed that nice round button and the blasted blaring died away. S came out. "Did you turn it off?" she asked. "Yes," I answered. "There isn't any fire!"
S felt around the alarm, feeling for any hot air. But nothing. Nothing at all. "Go and see if there's any fire," S ordered bossily. I went to the front door and opened it. No fire in sight, and no smoke either! What was this madness? "No fire in the front yard," I reported as I passed by my room and walked briskly through H's room into the sunroom. I opened the back door, and the kids at the playground were still screaming like lunatics.
From behind me came a voice, "Obviously there's no fire back here."
"Maybe it was a jinn, because jinns are made of fire," I said. Then another thought came to me: the fire in Yosemite Park. It was just a thought, and it couldn't be true since the fire couldn't have reached our fire alarm. But what had really caused the alarm to leap into action?
N
THANKS
THANKS SIRI FOR TELLING ME THAT IT WOULD BE SUNNY TODAY AND TOMORROW. YOU'RE SO CLEVER, ALTHOUGH YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE. ND YOU DON'T TAKE THE CREDIT FOR KNOWING ABOUT THE WEATHER ANYWAYS. THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO PREDICT THE WEATHER GOT THE KNOWLEDGE FROM ALLAH. SO YOU SEE, SIRI, YOU'RE NOT VERY HELPFUL AT ALL.
its exercise time fr me. i did some jumping jacks 16 minutes ago from now (9:30 am). im totally bored an' dat probalby explains the bad grammar. but bd grammric ppl wont care. anyway my brothers blog is more non grammary XD
N
its exercise time fr me. i did some jumping jacks 16 minutes ago from now (9:30 am). im totally bored an' dat probalby explains the bad grammar. but bd grammric ppl wont care. anyway my brothers blog is more non grammary XD
N
I'm drummin' my fingers on my collarbone
There is an aqiqah tonight for a baby named Muhammad. There are already too many Muhammads in our community here. Unfortunately, them babies/kids don't live up to their names.
Well, I don't live up to mine, either, but I don't know how to. How am I supposed to live up to the name 'Light'?
My sister does live up to her name, but only for herself. *cackle* She is peaceful when she isn't crazy.
H lives up to his name by making cardboard weapons. But he isn't a martyr. (...yet)
Z lives up to his name by drawing and writing junk everywhere and slipping junk papers under my door. He also increases the hate for him in people [jk]. (Zaada means increase. But that isn't Z's name.)
I sure don't live up to mine, as I said before. First, I'm not physically light. Second, my skin won't totally compare to 'light' either. So...how?
Well, I do lighten up moments by falling and making people laugh. *sheepish grin* And I do like light, because darkness depresses me.
But I'm not the source of light.
Why am I talking about this?
NEVAH MAHND. PEACE OUT.
N
Well, I don't live up to mine, either, but I don't know how to. How am I supposed to live up to the name 'Light'?
My sister does live up to her name, but only for herself. *cackle* She is peaceful when she isn't crazy.
H lives up to his name by making cardboard weapons. But he isn't a martyr. (...yet)
Z lives up to his name by drawing and writing junk everywhere and slipping junk papers under my door. He also increases the hate for him in people [jk]. (Zaada means increase. But that isn't Z's name.)
I sure don't live up to mine, as I said before. First, I'm not physically light. Second, my skin won't totally compare to 'light' either. So...how?
Well, I do lighten up moments by falling and making people laugh. *sheepish grin* And I do like light, because darkness depresses me.
But I'm not the source of light.
Why am I talking about this?
NEVAH MAHND. PEACE OUT.
N
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Nothing really
No event has occurred since my last post, so there isn't much to blog about now. What to do?
I'll write a story.
"N! Do the laundry!" yelled a voice.
N obeyed, although she was quite tired of doing the laundry alone every week. Since S's class had begun, she hasn't been able to do anything much in the mornings.
HAHAHAHA. Coo' story, bro. But I'll end it here. No doubt, it'll be pretty dull.
N
I Can See Clearly Now
The rain is gone, the sun has come...and I smiled. XD I probably smiled even before the sun came out, so down with that plan.
UPDATES:
Laundry's been done, desk's been cleaned...(by Z...thanks bro)...and I fell asleep whilst reading. It was only a light sleep because I was still conscious. I heard Ummi calling me, S telling me to awaken...and I only obeyed when I felt like it.
FUTURE PLANS:
I'm gonna shower right after Asr. I'd been plannin' to before, but the clothes were still in the basket at that time. I grabbed my pants, but I couldn't find a shirt so I just gave up. >_<
PEST CONTROL:
Nearly killed another mosquito today...
EXERCISE:
Realized my chubsters, and I did some exercising. My whole body (according to me) is fine, but it's just my tummy that troubles me. It actually annoys me, in a way. I won't give the details.
I want to travel. {For the first time ever in my life I said that and meant it}
hehe the only reason i want to travel is because i want to fill in my travel journal and buy souvenirs and take pictures :D :D :D :D XD
But seriously.
Quit the grumbl'n, tumsters. I ain't listening to you until Maghrib. Now go to sleep.
N
UPDATES:
Laundry's been done, desk's been cleaned...(by Z...thanks bro)...and I fell asleep whilst reading. It was only a light sleep because I was still conscious. I heard Ummi calling me, S telling me to awaken...and I only obeyed when I felt like it.
FUTURE PLANS:
I'm gonna shower right after Asr. I'd been plannin' to before, but the clothes were still in the basket at that time. I grabbed my pants, but I couldn't find a shirt so I just gave up. >_<
PEST CONTROL:
Nearly killed another mosquito today...
EXERCISE:
Realized my chubsters, and I did some exercising. My whole body (according to me) is fine, but it's just my tummy that troubles me. It actually annoys me, in a way. I won't give the details.
I want to travel. {For the first time ever in my life I said that and meant it}
hehe the only reason i want to travel is because i want to fill in my travel journal and buy souvenirs and take pictures :D :D :D :D XD
But seriously.
Quit the grumbl'n, tumsters. I ain't listening to you until Maghrib. Now go to sleep.
N
I have so much time it's killing me
All I had to do today was math, and I finished it in 18 minutes. After that I did the laundry. I'm awfully saddened at the fact that rain keeps pouring, and I have not seen the sun for some time. Y'see, I hate gloom and grayness. Sunshine on everything is just so cheerful. H agrees with me. I can remember a conversation between him and Ummi that went like this...
Well, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me, bro.
If you guys haven't been reading H's blog Xformat, I suggest you to. If you're too lazy, I'll just spill the beanie-weenies. No matter what H says.
That litta boy is getting a Nexus 4 that Abi ordered last night. Lucky kid. But bro, if you're reading this, tell me why Abi ordered you a Nexus 4. Isn't it the Nexus 7 you've been poring over on those websites and in Best Buy?
I want my textbook to arrive. The Interior Design teacher thought H was my sister. When Ummi emailed the teacher, confirming the registration, the teacher said, "I can't wait to see your girls in class!"
BAHA. HA.
The weather is so horribly gray out that I feel just horrible. I will try to frown as hard as I can until the sun comes out. If it doesn't come out by tomorrow, I'll give up.
I have towrite revise my essay. Tood'loo.
N
"Ummi, do you like gloomy weather or sunny weather?" asked H.
"Gloomy, because it's nice," Ummi replied.
"I like sunny weather," N butted in.
"Me too," said H. "S and Ummi like gloomy weather, and you and me like sunny weather."
If you guys haven't been reading H's blog Xformat, I suggest you to. If you're too lazy, I'll just spill the beanie-weenies. No matter what H says.
That litta boy is getting a Nexus 4 that Abi ordered last night. Lucky kid. But bro, if you're reading this, tell me why Abi ordered you a Nexus 4. Isn't it the Nexus 7 you've been poring over on those websites and in Best Buy?
I want my textbook to arrive. The Interior Design teacher thought H was my sister. When Ummi emailed the teacher, confirming the registration, the teacher said, "I can't wait to see your girls in class!"
BAHA. HA.
The weather is so horribly gray out that I feel just horrible. I will try to frown as hard as I can until the sun comes out. If it doesn't come out by tomorrow, I'll give up.
I have to
N
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
pink kitty pens
My pink kitty pen named Butterflywing is in front of me. I'm gonna use her to interview D. And I am fasting again today. I had buttered pita bread again except this time it wasn't as tasty, y'know?
Ow, I think a mosquito is sucking my leg blood. Ummi and S think the mosquitoes are crazy over me because of my blood type. AAAAAAAAGHHH *scratches leg in fury*
I actually had nothing to blog about today, but I'm jus' doin' this because one of my school assignments is fillin' in my personal event journal. So I'm doin' it now, and then when I'm done, Ummi has to email my teacher telling her that I did my work. *smug grin*
Oh by the way I just had my interior design class. My textbook hasn't arrived yet and the teacher said that's okay. silly mailman jus' hurry up
Mailman: Ain' nobady got time fo' dat!
FINE.
I need new lipbalm. AH NEED IT URGENTLEYH. IF MAH LIPS AIN'T MOISTURED AH CAN'T SMILE PROPAHLEYH.
"If you hate mosquitoes and you know it, scratch your toes..."
N
Ow, I think a mosquito is sucking my leg blood. Ummi and S think the mosquitoes are crazy over me because of my blood type. AAAAAAAAGHHH *scratches leg in fury*
I actually had nothing to blog about today, but I'm jus' doin' this because one of my school assignments is fillin' in my personal event journal. So I'm doin' it now, and then when I'm done, Ummi has to email my teacher telling her that I did my work. *smug grin*
Oh by the way I just had my interior design class. My textbook hasn't arrived yet and the teacher said that's okay. silly mailman jus' hurry up
Mailman: Ain' nobady got time fo' dat!
FINE.
I need new lipbalm. AH NEED IT URGENTLEYH. IF MAH LIPS AIN'T MOISTURED AH CAN'T SMILE PROPAHLEYH.
"If you hate mosquitoes and you know it, scratch your toes..."
N
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
I bet I did
did u rlly think i barfed after my recent post
did u
if u did then tell me in d comments
ok sorry if ur eyes are burning but i cant type grmmarly cuz im famished. yknow? k ill try to type with mildly good grammar now.
I want Ummi to cut 4 inches of my hair off. It grew in great profusion and I didn't even realize it. But now I can see how long my hair is. And after looking at all the old pictures of me when I was 6, 7, 8...I want to look like myself as 8 again. My hair was fairly short at that age; cute short, not hideously boy-length short.
Like this. And that's not me, it's Anne of Green Gables. XD XD XD
D is gahonna take me somewhere tomorrow so I can interview her for my writing class. I chose not to do JC and I forget why but Ummi just randomly told me today that she'd emailed D and D had confirmed.
IWANT NEED MY WARRIORS BOOKS BACK. MOTHER, CAN MAY I HAVE THEM ON THE WEEKEND, PWITTY PWEASE WIF A PWITTY N ON TOP?? HEEHEE
Mother: NO LAH N. FEENEESH YO' WORK.
N: But I did!
Mother: I did not see you do it!
N: You don't have to see me!
Mother: I knoooooooo. but still i have to make sure.
N: YOU DON'T TRUST ME! AAAAAGHHH *pounces*
Typical conversation with Ummi about doing schoolwork.
JK.
i dun't knoo if my tummy hurts because of hunger or because my tummy is acting up again. the computer screen is too bright. i shall lower the brightness to 20.
beautiful. now my eyes feel better and magriib dshd be in about 29 minutes. k?
goin back to bad grammar
well now. hw r u today.
we been havin lotta storms lately. which reminds me i gotta post some pics of the weeds in our b-yard.
N
did u
if u did then tell me in d comments
ok sorry if ur eyes are burning but i cant type grmmarly cuz im famished. yknow? k ill try to type with mildly good grammar now.
I want Ummi to cut 4 inches of my hair off. It grew in great profusion and I didn't even realize it. But now I can see how long my hair is. And after looking at all the old pictures of me when I was 6, 7, 8...I want to look like myself as 8 again. My hair was fairly short at that age; cute short, not hideously boy-length short.
Like this. And that's not me, it's Anne of Green Gables. XD XD XD
D is gahonna take me somewhere tomorrow so I can interview her for my writing class. I chose not to do JC and I forget why but Ummi just randomly told me today that she'd emailed D and D had confirmed.
I
Mother: NO LAH N. FEENEESH YO' WORK.
N: But I did!
Mother: I did not see you do it!
N: You don't have to see me!
Mother: I knoooooooo. but still i have to make sure.
N: YOU DON'T TRUST ME! AAAAAGHHH *pounces*
Typical conversation with Ummi about doing schoolwork.
JK.
i dun't knoo if my tummy hurts because of hunger or because my tummy is acting up again. the computer screen is too bright. i shall lower the brightness to 20.
beautiful. now my eyes feel better and magriib dshd be in about 29 minutes. k?
goin back to bad grammar
well now. hw r u today.
we been havin lotta storms lately. which reminds me i gotta post some pics of the weeds in our b-yard.
N
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