healing simplicities

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;

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;

I believe in freedom of speech. Whatever is typed up on this blog will not be taken down by demand, even if it offends you. To be honest, we make a point not to directly offend people while typing up our entries, but if we so happen to do so without notice, then you are welcome to express your disgust with us in general.

Just don't expect us to be all door-mat-y and take things down all the time. Blogs don't work that way.

So Noor picked me up from the big yellow skip outside my gate, and took me to Shereen's and we went and had sandwiches and ice cream!

(so far)

So, um, I can explain my absence.

I...got a new video game? Two of them, actually. Been busy playing Dissidia Final Fantasy and Batman Arkam Asylum.

And I would rant forever about Dissidia, but no one cares.

SO I DON'T HAVE SWINE FLU.

But I do have a very bad seasonal virus according to my father's obnoxious cardiologist friend. The reason he is so obnoxious is that he always speaks to me in Egyptian-Arabic, so I don't understand anything. In fact, I was sulking in his office dying of back pain and a horrible dry cough and all he could do was give me a mini History lesson. I, of course, just nodded and didn't understand ANYTHING.

I am on bed rest for two days. Hopefully I'll be able to go back to school on Wednesday! Things aren't looking too awesome because HELLO my fever is like 39C half the time. It's fluctuating nature is creeping me out.

Also, I lost my voice.

Life sucks. ;A;

So like we are totally in the same class and this is totally epic except for physics lab which is totally a joke.

Also the "student life book" profile forms are ready to be handed out tomorrow morning because we are that annoyingly persistent efficient.

la di da I actually have nothing to say.

Although I was not pestered, I have decided to post anyway! Jet lagged. Nothing better to do.

Okay, so I got my books and all of the Biology ones are missing. Physics is huge, and so is Chemistry and I am seriously fearing my general health in the future. Carrying books this heavy cannot be very safe for a person who is merely 35kg. The 'English' part of the Book List consisted of one book: Henry IV (Part One). I am not sure where Part Two has gone, and I am quite sure that we are not going to be reading it. So we will be left with a stupid cliffhanger and everyone will just sit there and think, 'I wish I was taking this in school.' because only losers read Shakespeare during their own time.
That said, I am definitely a loser, since I read all of Henry IV last year.

I arrived in Abu Dhabi yesterday morning. We should have been Claiming our Baggage at around 7:45am, but unfortunately, there was a Medical Incident on the plane, and a doctor with a defibrillator and two nurses wearing masks had to come in the second we landed. The person who was suffering from Something That Is Not Swine Flu was sitting at the very back of the plane, near the bathrooms. I went to the bathroom around five hours into the flight, but I stupidly chose to go to the one closer to my seat and because of this, I did not get to see the Medical Incident. Let this be a lesson to you all: if your movie is interrupted by a flight attendant asking a doctor or a registered nurse to make themselves known, this is your cue to investigate. If you do not do so, you will get up like me: stuck near a window watching Friends.
Abu Dhabi is, as usual, hot and sticky. The second I walked out, my hair kindly let me know this by puffing up. I didn't care because I was actually happy to be back. You would too, if you had to do the following to get home:
(A) Stay at a relatives creaky house the day before your flight because it is nearer to the airport.
(B) Drive to the airport and say a teary bye to your sister/best friend in the ENTIRE WORLD.
(C) Sit on a four hour flight to G. Bush International Airport in Texas.
(D) Sit around breathing sticky Texas-y air for another four hours.
(E) Patiently sit through a ten hour flight to London's Heathrow airport.
(F) Wait for a cab to drive you to a small inn because you and your family are doomed to staying in London for eleven hours.
(G) Unfortunately for you, you had to check out your baggage. We had to push our own extremely heavy cart to the end of the hall to room 1220. By ourselves. With no bellboy. That is why the inn was cheap, I think.
(H) Go back to the airport with messy hair and a headache-just-waiting-to-happen to sit on a plane for another seven hours.

We got stopped at the Baggage Security Check at Heathrow because my little sister was carrying a butter knife and some other cutlery that we bought from Disneyland. The butter knife wasn't sharp, of course, but the woman insisted on calling her supervisor. He gave her a look that showed how generally annoyed he was with her, and told her that of course it isn't sharp does this look like it can cut let them go.
Then he said, "This is her first day on the job."
Which, I suppose, was supposed to explain a lot.

Except it didn't.

Shu.

I finally got through! BlogSpirit was being stupid and wasn't letting me sign in, so that is why this blog has been assumed dead by V.

Which it's not.

SO. My summer is totally boring. The only highlight of it was going to the Distant Worlds: Music from Final Fantasy concert in San Francisco. That, and the fact that I got to go to London for a wedding. Let me tell you something about London (which should be obvious if you have seen pictures): IT IS AWESOME. There is history everywhere, unlike in Abu Dhabi. I have decided that I will live in London at some point.

The wedding was quite long and also slightly boring for someone anti-social like me. On the other hand, I did enjoy seeing my family very much. Usually, I hate large family functions, but this was pretty enjoyable. My cousins from my mother's side are NORMAL. They don't have a large amount of kids and they don't have smelly husbands. My cousin Zena has a totally awesome husband named Guy. I was highly entertained every time he said 'Shushu' in his British accent. He also found my nickname so amusing that it is now part of our internet password.
Awesome.

This summer I have a JOB. Or I had a job, since it ended today. Believe it or not, I made a total of $120 tutoring a girl named Samantha in Algebra 1. Let me tell you something that you probably don't know: tutoring is a very profitable business. For a teenager who has never made her own money, at least. It's a pretty epic feeling, making your own money. Just in case you didn't know.

My little sisters turned 13 on July 30th so we took them to Disneyland. I love Disneyland so much that every time I happen to be there, I can't stop smiling. It's a nice change from the permanent disapproving look that usually graces my face. Disneyland is totally the happiest place on Earth, I don't care what anyone says.
AND FOR ONCE I AM NOT BEING SARCASTIC.

In other news: Internet Explorer sucks!

Shu.

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.