healing simplicities

I almost had an adventure last night, but instead I got pissed off at the desert air and lack of adventure that was taking place, and as usual dozed off in my chair a little past four o'clock. Ah, the excitement of the life I lead.

News:

I bought an old school alarm clock

Aviary added two new applications to my account

I made lunch and then forgot to eat it because I was tired after cooking then my mum and sister ate it all and I had none.

SHEW-DEE-DOO WHERE ARE YOU?

My dad took my sister and I swimming last night, and I came away with cramps and a headache that can only be described as a pain in my ears when I move. I tried to sleep it off but it hasn't gone so I've just been in bed listening to music. Lunch smells great, though..

So in general news, we went shopping on Saturday and bought loooads of /stuff/ but most of it wasn't for me. We also bought loads of cereal, and that is all for me. Yay.

On Sunday my dad was meant to go to Oman, but his flight got cancelled and basically he was loitering about the house in a shitty mood. There was a impromptu match party as our place is the best place to have a match party, and we had seafood chowder and bread that I totally made for dinner. Sri Lanka lost, but no one seemed to care, and I ended up having 3 and a ½ cups of super strong coffee because my dad was offering me sake and I didn't want it. I ended up singing nonsense for about an hour and a half or something.. Yay.

Monday I realised that I'm leaving in little over a week, and re-arranged my closet, again, so I can see what I have and pack beautifully. Then we went swimming in the evening, and my sister FINALLY swims! Apparently she was waiting until she could swim better than me before she would swim against me, and she SUCKS for that, but FINALLY. I can just keep up with her and it is brilliant, now I have a reason to actually swim. Yay.

Things I need to buy:

presents

swimming costume

socks

Yay.

Well I am happy to say that the drama and fluctuating awkwardness of /Wednesday/ were completely cancelled out by the sheer epicness of Thursday. The day began quite ordinarily, with my eating oatmeal, but as this was the first breakfast I'd had in three days, it was a cause for celebration, and I did a dance in my head for my body was too busy eating/trying to sleep. Then at about noon I headed out with my mum for RSA insurance, to place a claim on my dad's car, which I assume he drove into something. As there was no parking in the city whatsoever, I was sent to the office to get things done. After running between the car and the man at the desk a couple of times, for driving license and car registration which were both things we didn't have for the car in case, I couldn't be bothered to try figure things out, and started sighing and apologising leading to the end result of the guy just giving me what I needed, which I count as a great win.

(Firecracker! Firecracker!)

I was then dropped off at Shu's place with the request to be home by 10, and from then on the awesome did not end! We basically chilled till Sarah came home, and then we chilled with Sarah! This basically consisted of having lunch and being sarky about everything. The topics touched upon ranged from general gossip about /certain someones/ to matters of international standing such as /why oh why did Paris Hilton stay at the Intercontinental/ and we did manage to keep ourselves amused.

The piano was played, and then we gathered in the kitchen with a bicycle/chariot to make a LEMON CAKE. Something that has to be noted is that everything in that kitchen is SUPREMELY hardcore. The butter was rock solid, the grater sharper than anything I've touched and so on and so forth. What failed however, was the electric weighing scale which I believe is a compulsive liar. Despite this handicap and the fact that I can only make cake by weight, we managed to produce a lemon cake, that was only slightly burnt at the edges and actually very good. But I am getting ahead of myself, at this point of the story, the cake is still sitting in the oven.

So anyhow, we settled down to watch Edward Scissorhands, that I had brought along with me. This movie is very cute and sad and lovely, but 30 minutes in, Shereen and I had to leave it behind and walk over to Subway to eat and meet Luc. Of course it wasn't Luc that we ate, but anyhow.

This bit was epic, but I don't even know what happened! I was united with my egg, I was given coffee, I saw Luc, I had a sandwich, Luc made the crow noise and went of on 25 different tangents at the same time all the time and it was just awesome. I had't seen the guy in 10 months which was not key, and that less than an hour's meeting was all too short, but so much better than nothing. The coffee came in a nice brown paper bag that was surprisingly smooth and not crushed, which was the first thing I noticed about it. Later on we took the coffee out of the bag, which also had TWO pieces of green tissue paper in it and I don't even know why that made me so happy but it did. Luc you changed the bag for a nice one we are so onto you. Squee!

Anyhow, once we'd flirted with death crossing the street and getting back to the building, we took the special lift up to the C floor. This may not seem a big deal, but that lift goes up whoosh and your ears pop about the 15th floor and you feel like your stomach suddenly disappeared into the bermuda triangle. It was rather hard to take a picture as I couldn't angle my phone down against the window, but here you are.

Twenty one floors up! Whooosh! Anyhow we were reunited with Sarah, and we ate lemon cake with tea. Shereen made the tea, and being distracted by Edward's hair started mindlessly spooning sugar into hers. I counted five spoons from when I noticed till I told her to stop. She drank the tea anyway, and ended up staying awake till 3 am, which is most unusual. After the movie, we tore the entertainment magazine to pieces with our witty observations, opened the coffee, had some coffee, and I once again profoundly apologised for playing with the alarm clock, which had stopped responding to our turning of knobs. All too soon I had to leave, but by this time I had almost stopped functioning because my head was so full of stuff and was happy. I was presented with 3 books that had been borrowed, 1 book I was to borrow, 3 bows now fated to chill out on my head, and 4 cd's that Sarah made me from her "music for V" playlist. I was hugged and accompanied to the lift, then I sauntered out of the building with my rather heavy bag and the best feeling ever. Squee!

Tonight we're having a match party at my place, and I went OCD on the dining and living room after my mum asked me to get rid of the cat prints on the sofa. So if anyone was wondering why all the furniture is shiny and the ornaments/candles in different places, this is why. This fact coupled with Shereen's messed up sleep patterns cause me to posit that we are symbiotic. Is this awesome? Noooo.

I finally have something to update about! I am sure you are sitting on the edge of your seat, dying to know what exactly it is that we did that was so awesome that it deserved a new entry. Today, we went out to dinner, with our friend Noor.
And I totally have pictures!
Here we go!

This is our friend Noor. She is pretty awesome as far as friends go, and here she is modelling an awesome hat from a really lousy excuse for an accessory store.

This is Noor's memory box! Vee and I are kind of included in it because that is a chocolate bar we shared, and those are the Icebreakers that Vee and I used to consume during Biology. Good times.

Vee! Her new haircut is absolutely gorgeous and you are all jealous!

WE HAD A GOOD TIME, OKAY.
Except not really, since some people were busy blowing things out of proportion.

I would probably be rotting in some sulky metaphorical gutter if not for the Daimalani telling offs that I am subject to.

I am sorry for being melodramatic.

I have wasted three days! Woo!

But I read A Little Princess for the first time in like, 3 years so it's all good.

Shew you are SLACKING.

I have decided not to have friends or plans till I'm eighteen and out!

This will eliminate:

• disappointment and misery
• a lot of useless drama
• having to bother

The only person I shall apologise to is Shereen, because it's not like I or anyone else care or cares. SHU! I am so sorry! We can totally be friends next year, and you have like, Noor and stuff. I suggest you chill with Rhea to cancel out the drama because she is nice and she doesn't do much! If you need awesome you can always kill Reem and take Maria back, or perhaps just hang out with Bassam? ASK SARAH SHE IS CLEVER SHE WILL FIGURE THIS OUT.

Now to sulk the rest of the summer away, and if I disappear it's because my parents think I am abusing the privileges given me and am spending too much time on the internet.

What is depressing is that this means the only thing I did was that lame-o prom. I am so disappointed in myself.

Paintbrush!

Those of you who know things because you are about me and don't just read the blog will know that Walid asked me to prom as like, third option. Since I don't mind Walid when he is not busy chatting Noor up or sucking up to Jaber, and also since this had the scope for much amusement, I assented to accompanying him to this.. soirée..

Now I was under the impression that it was taking place on the 15th, so imagine my utter shock when I found out at 6 pm yesterday, that it was to start in three hours. OMG I HADNT BOUGHT A DRESS OR DONE MY NAILS AND MY SHOES DIDNT MATCH AND OH DEAR GOODNESS MY HAIR. Actually I was unfazed, and proceeded to ask how exactly I was supposed to get to the place by nine, and he informed me that I must find my own way there. I was on the verge of "meh, whatever" but my mum was all "oh vindy this is so typical of you and also you cannot back out now." I tried to explain to her that technically I had two days to back out but she would have none of it and agreed to drop me off.

So I passed a lot of time washing my hair, drying my hair, and lurking about the internet talking to Swedes when at about 8 30 I actually got off my sheepskin and got to getting dressed. This was a very simple procedure: put dress on, put shoes on, obsess over the dress's capability to actually stay on me, get dearest beloved mother to sew it onto a bra, end of melodrama. Then there was the question of how I should carry my phone seeing as I had no pockets, and a bag and a shawl that I did not want were procured for me and shoved into my hands despite my adamant protests. However I suppose this wasn't a bad thing in the end, as these items occupied my hands and kept my arms from waving about like trees in the breeze. I believe we left the house at nine (with my dad telling me not to murder anyone and me replying that I would try) but this was no matter as Walid was not waiting anxiously when we got there, rather he was loitering about ignoring his phone. My mum came in with me so she could see him in order to be able to identify him out of a line up if necessary, and we spent some time watching some girl whose name I didn't know then and have forgotten now prance about the lobby of the Emirates Palace in a fancy fancy dress.

Then Walid came by not wearing a horrible white tux but rather an ordinary nice tux, and he gave me a cellophane packet and we walked off discussing how he failed at both communication and communicating. He started of saying this was not entirely his fault and giving excuses, but he ended that little monologue with a "but this was my fault so I am sorry." This inconsistency was interesting to note, though I am not sure why. We then walked past Tala Dahdah who went "oh my god hiiiii" which I found sweet and considerate, considering that I told her what a Maori was once. I have told her a lot of things, mostly about English and Economics, and we have shared calculators, so I would say this is a rather healthy -we sit next to each other in the exam hall- relationship.

SAVING POST BEFORE SESSION EXPIRES THIS POST IS NOT COMPLETE ACTUALLY I AM BORED AND HUNGRY NOW I SHALL FINISH IT L8R.

So I am assuming Shereen is all busy with Sarah, and stuff, and as Michela seems to be upto something /odd/ I once again turn to the interwebs as I settle in for the night. Some would assume this to be a rather sad end to the first day of freedom, but this would not be the case, as I am equipped with the delicious glory of a Spinneys bun, accompanied by slices of some sort of pork sausage we tend to buy, and a tragically half empty glass of milk.

Two things of note took place today, the first being that our summer plans changed, yet again, and it would appear that while my sister is dancing about in Crimiya, my mother and I will wander about France till my dad joins us and takes us to Toulouse to see the planes! I have a soft spot for my mother and also for Airbus, so this is just great.

The second thing was the garden party that was held at the music institute about 50 metres from my house, and though nothing too special happened there, I enjoyed myself thoroughly and humoured some little blonde girl by chirping at her and starting back whenever she would run at me. It sort of sucks being the oldest person there, but oh well.

Speaking of the piano, I came out of my exam with an 87 percent, which is wonderful seeing how I absolutely fucked up the etude and the aural bit. Speaking of the piano exam, Shereen had hers today and I'm sure she did brilliantly, because she has played my piano and I know.

Luc is perhaps here, but I've already called his house tonight, and I can't be bothered to use the phone again. If anyone is wondering why I didn't call Walid back, same reason. Of course, no one actually cares why I do anything, all questions posed are rhetorical, so let me end on this note: why are you reading this?

(in my opinion the best note to end on is a G minor dominant chord, which is actually a group of notes, so sue me)

So my mum and I went shopping and bought /clothes/ and /cat food/ ...squee!

Also by this time tomorrow I will be totally immersed in sum-mer.

So yay, I guess...

Today:

☇ V and I overheard someone announce to the cafeteria that they were so tired, their eyelashes started /doing things/. What these things were, we failed to discover, but it was interesting to hear nonetheless.

☇My sister is arriving at approximately 1900 hours, so there is no time to waste! It is time for balloons! Confetti! Maybe even a cake!


☇ I wore my skull shoes to school today to please Vindy. She was pleased! She also made me an itchy bracelet, so I am happy.

And so, I will end this pointless entry on that note, because I have festivities to plan. If you suddenly feel that things are suddenly awesome, you now know it is because my sister is in the country.

Shu.

Lit Alternative to Coursework today, and the unseen poem was rather depressing and very much relevant to the grey monotonous routine of our day to day existance. Shereen totally took her shoes off during the exam, and even though she thought no one saw, BUT I DID BECAUSE I WAS BEHIND HER. Her shoes I am sorry to say were boring, last year during English she had lovely things with little skulls on them. Shu you are slacking bad show GET ON IT.

We  took the Black Book of Falling for Mr Peter to read, because the poor man just sits there while we do the exam, and it is not like the five lit student are going to cheat. He was amused and this made us happy. Also we saved a little girl from dying of thirst, and tried to save some boy from being bullied, but he was asking for it...

FIZZY DRINKS ARE NOW TWO DIRHAMS A BOTTLE, and my usual habit of carrying just one coin in my pocket FAILS. Also I have beef with the weather damnit it is too hot. But maybe I just like to complain, perhaps.

Je vous present Suzie:

Suzie turned on the light

she gasped in her sudden firght

her eyes met that terrible sight

will she cry? oh yes she might

in the late hours of the night

the kitchen tiles shone so bright

the fridge loomed up clean and white

Suzie gave up hope of flight

the monster drew up to full height

Suzie then prepared to fight

monster gulped her up in one bite

and flew about in such delight

but I dont think it quite right

that Suzie suffered such a plight.

la di da!

I suck

(also the fact that I have nothing else to say/do sucks)

I'm worried.

So I got up this morning, and went to school,Noor tried to hug me through a fence and ruffled my hair.

Did my business O level which was fairly meh and not even retarded.

So I got home, and proceeded to munch my way through nine oreos.

So I decide to get around to painting my sister's shoes, because she wants them by tomorrow, and I feel like being nice.

So I start up my music.

and NOTHING HAPPENS the fuck?

So not only am I missing my ipod, but the sound off the laptop doesn't work, at all, in anyway whatsoever. And I don't know why. And I think I just might cry about this later, because I am one that needs a soundtrack to do anything.

Dude what the fuck I got the sound card fixed and everything I can't go back to /that!/

This is most frustrating, and GAH. and I don't even have a CD player, and Gah and GAh and GAH!

In other news, I got a hair cut, and I can't take a decent picture until I get some batteries for my camera, so you guys just have to suffer without the awesome. Or something.

Lit and Physics O level Tomorrow! Jaber-harassing time is then!

(but this is okay because she likes us! I think!)

vindy.