healing simplicities

SO.

I'd say I had a rather brilliant day, and really I did. From the most lovely morning complete with adorable notes from my mother, to a rather unexpected but wonderful conversation with Mr Omar afterschool. Yeah, today was great, and the only things that could've made it perfect are snow and Noor. Noor is sick, unfortunately.

Really, I am keeping this blog for my own sakes, but yeah..

So after a rather painful bout of coughing during Statistics, I have officially lost my voice.  If you are Luc or Shehan or Maria which you are not, you'd be able to recall how I sounded during the last week of my month and a half cough of two years ago. Only worse and with more pain and less coughing to supress.

I should've stayed home today..

Well, today has been quite rather awesome, I slept in till 9 45, and had breakfast and a pill, then sat next to the front door with the cat for a couple of hours. Then I went back to bed and had a nap I suppose, basically the time passed I'm not too sure how. Then I had lunch which was fajitas and two pills and milk, and helped my mum make lunch for my sister, and then I returned to my room to listen to music.

Music sounds more human, somehow. Perhaps it is the computer, or perhaps I'm looking at things differently. Either way, I am looking at things differently- I was reading the picturesforsadchildren archives, and a lot of things I found amusing just seem sad and ironic now.

Anyhow I've been cleaning up my room a bit, because I'm feeling better - just coughing now, is all thats wrong, I actually haven't felt really terrible since school on Thursday.

On an  unrelated note I think I should spend less time with my mother, because SHE KNOWS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO.

Dear HAAD I am staying in bed from school with a cough and sore throat PLEASE leave me alone I can't even read arabic.

Fridays are usually days for organising and resetting, so I don't really bother for the rest of the week. Anyhow, today is Friday, and I slept till Eleven, and got out of bed at Twelve. This is partially because I am sick, and partially because I slept so well. I slept so well. ^_^

As for being sick, I was feeling nauseous at school yesterday, and according to the back of Shereen's hand, had a fever. The nurse wouldn't let me go home, because "special today, there is a barty, right?" I spent most of the day being rather spaced out, though we did find a corner to play DS and listen to music, so that was nice even though NOOR TOTALLY DITCHED US.

I got home earlier than expected because Stats was cancelled, and my mum was already over at Shanya's place because she was accompanying Shan's mother to Beyonce. My sister was there too, and my sister was the catalyst in my mum's going. I tried to check my temperature, but instead broke the thermometer, and spent the evening and night trying not to cough, talking to lovely people, talking to lovely idiotic but still lovely people, and trying to understand the cat.

Speaking of lovely idiotic but still lovely people, Michela did go for the Corniche concert, and called me asking where she was supposed to meet me. Since she had told me the day before that she wasn't going, I was obviously not expecting to hear this, but being sick I didn't really feel up to being out of bed.

My mum came home eventually, and told me that I was completely right in not going, that it served her right for going, and that "they are spending so much money, they should buy some brains." She was rather annoyed at my sister, who had apparently been "scooting off" and generally difficult. My mum stayed down with me while I ate a bowl of oatmeal, and then I went back to bed, and eventually fell asleep beautifully. Speaking of oatmeal, all I've eaten in the last 24 hours is 5 bowls of it, a cheese and pesto sandwich, a box of tim tams, and a lot of honey. So my mum is making prawns for lunch because she wants me to eat well. Also I believe there will be salad, and probably some other things, because thats how we eat. I am not really hungry, but prawns are always a very pleasing thought. So are cherry tomatoes.

Anyhow, tomorrow I have to go and inform Mr Peter that I have a make-up in History, because the school didn't notice. And though the idea of toff-ing it is very appealing, I'd probably get screwed over in other ways later if I do. Seeing as the Computer Room hates me, it's probably best to be good.

Oh, and the leak that makes our dining room wall bulge is apparently not fixed, so they're breaking out my parent's bathroom again, and it might not even be a leak from our place, but rather from someone else's portion of the house. This makes my mum sad, but I am going to study History and this will make her happy. She likes it when I apply myself. Also the fact that they are here is why I am not in some hospital being tested for swine flu. Which reminds me of what Shereen said yesterday.

Shuey: Dude, either drink the Dial or go home!!

Me: I'll drink the Dial!

She: You can't it's poisonous GO HOME.

Though they haven't been refilling the Dial dispensers...

Now.

unless y'know someone is willing to give me TWO THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY DIRHAMS to go for CONCERTS at the EMIRATES PALACE.

I miss the Cultural Foundation hello THEY WERE NORMAL déja vu last year much?

In other news, I've got the calendar for the 09-10 season of Abu Dhabi Classics.

It's very simple actually... and I shall have photoshop in 28 minutes, rather than infinity!

I have been having rather interesting days, not really that anything is happening, but rather I feel like I'm watching things happen more than usual. Or something. Pigeons from a puddle going over my head, talking to a hobo-cat that will soon be dead. It feels like the last 2 years never happened and that this is March 2007. But of course this is all just in my head.

Loki is in disgrace, for thinking that our couch is his toilet. Granted, he never thought so before we put that weird skirt-thing on it, but we wouldn't have to put it on of he didn't scratch the leather. Then again how is he supposed to know that place is /important/ or whatever, it is not like we sit there. Anyhow, I managed to wash the skirt-thing without my dad finding out what happened, and Loki is still alive.

I should study Calculus and Chemistry, and also History, but I just came home from Statistics where the exam SHUT IN MY FACE, and I didn't even see the last question. But otherwise it was great! This relates to Chem and Maths becuase I want to chill.

AND we have physics lab tomorrow, and I didn't complete the report from last week! This is because physics lab makes me sad!

Also my grandmother is here and she is not malicious and it is fun, but also my aunt is here and she makes me uncomfortable.

MY SISTER IS AT A WORKSHOP WITH THE NEW YORK PHILHARMONIC AND I COULDN'T GO BECAUSE OF CHOUEIFAT.

Get this:

• I have a runny nose.
• I also have a huge heating pad stuck to my neck because I'm so stiff I can't move.
• I have a bruise on my arm because I accidentally walked into a wall. (This happens a lot, so it's not so bad.)
• I also have my period.

Now I have to go study Chemistry and Calculus.

You know, since I'm feeling great and all. ;A;

Exhibit A.

My dear, what am I supposed to feel? Finding this symbol of our love abandoned, in a cardboard box in Ms Rana's office of all places... Rejected in that unholy room, to be touched and discarded by riff-raff. Oh Nags.. I thought I meant more to you that this...

I am heartbroken. In fact, my dReems are shattered...

-sigh-

I want a divoRce.

In less retarded news, I have A Secret! And it is a Blue Secret, and also the Most Delightful Secret Ever, and I can't tell youuuu!!!! Also I got a fifteen of sixteen in the History written and I am happy!

So. Today I have to study at least two chapters of AP Biology. And by study, I mean eat it all up and make sure that it stays in my head until I can throw it up on the exam.

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DO I LIVE.

When we took the Literature O-Level, there was this poem about a guy who was depressed because he was chained by the shackles of routine or something. THAT IS HOW I FEEL. ;A;

This blog is OVER!

No, actually, it isn't.

I thought I had something to say, but really I don't.

So I'm just going to go over there where I can be useless.

How'd you get so desperate, how'd you stay alive?

Maybe perhaps but probably not, I will be able to do something. Update on that if it works out.

Also no one is up for water fights because they are too dead, which sucks because water fights are the ANSWER.

Today my sister made chocolate truffle bars, so I'm swaying about wondering if I'm about to throw up from the ridiculous amount of the stuff inside me.

MEIFF started and I didn't even notice. Though last year someone messed up all my reservations, and I'm not so enthusiastic anymore.

Someone do something please I am going mad.

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The injustice is killing me.