Getting Stoned.

Today was an interesting day.  I woke up at 8am, and then went to the studio a couple hours later after blogging, showering, and getting ready. So I walk to my “section” of the studio, and no one is there. I hate it when that happens. I get stuck up there all alone L. The good thing about that though, is that I work much more efficiently that way. I managed to finish exactly on time, and ran to class with my finished product. 

Later that day, I met up with my group, worked on a project for a couple of hours.

At 7:15, I realized that if I wanted to get anything done tonight, I’m going to have to buy a T-square triangle. Since Utrecht Art Supply closes at 8, I rushed and managed to get everything I needed (and some that I just wanted), take a short walk around the city, and took the subway back to school. I arrived to school at 9, chatted with some of my friends, and when I finally decided to get started, I look at what I bought and my fucking T-square was MISSING! They did it again. Last time, they didn’t put my sketchpad, and gave me the bag without it. I had to ask him to give me my sketchpad. The salesman was all apologetic, but now that it has happened again, I think it’s intentionally done! I seriously believe that. Mother fuckers! I’m going to be there at 8am tomorrow morning, demanding my ruler! 

Okay, so for the more interesting part. Everyone that knows me, knows that I’m a good kid. I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs (I know, I know, boring right?). I’m friendly and nice. Today though, I really wanted to do something that wouldn’t have made my mother proud (more like give her a heart attack). I stayed and watched one of my classmates (who’s excessive use of the word “son” made me laugh since I am three frikin years older than he was) as he worked on his project. He always has the best projects. So, he keeps saying how he was going to “partay” tonight, and then asked me if I partied much. I told him I didn’t, and when he asked me what kind of beer I liked, I told him that I didn’t drink alcohol. I was surprised when he said that he didn’t drink either. It turns out his stomach was too sensitive, and he can’t drink at all, which is why he did pot. It’s weird how people in the states talk so freely about it, especially since it’s illegal. His explanation though, was that his way of being “intoxicated” in parties was by getting high. He was telling me the prices of pot (he sells it) and it was crazy!! That’s why American college students never eat out. They spend all their money on booze and crack. 

We left the studio together, and in the elevator, he told me that he wanted to get me stoned (I guess that’s his way of being friendly). All of a sudden my hands become extremely cold and I start shivering slightly. Is that what peer pressure feels like? Maybe it’s the fact that I have been wanting to try it since the beginning of the semester, and feeling guilty about feeling that way?  Maybe it’s because I don’t know what will happen to me if my friends find out (I’d tell my close friends if I ever did anything out of the ordinary) or my mother… My mother. :/. I don’t want her to be disappointed in me.  I usually ask her before I do anything “different”. She almost never says no to anything. Ugh. I feel so guilty right now just for considering it.

Anyway, before I forget where I was going with this, I’m going to continue. We said our goodbyes and split ways and I headed to the subway. I meet there, two black girls that were actually friendly (you don’t see that much, they are usually full of attitude). We start talking about school, and they ask me where I’m from. As soon as they heard the word Kuwait, one of them was like “ma boyfriend was there for a month before goin to Iraq.”

We get friendly, and just talk about this and that, waiting for the subway. So I asked them if they ever smoked pot. For some reason they just started laughing at me. They thought I was joking. When they saw that my expression was still serious, they’re like “ who da fuck told you ta smoke pot?”

“Just someone from my studio”

“nuh uuuh maan, don do it, not everybody doin crack”

“Thank you, I wanted someone to tell me not to. Phew”

“You mean to tail me you never tried dat shit”

“No, I think it’s just an American thing” and they start laughing at me again!! : S. The things I have to put up with! I know that pot isn’t really as bad or as serious as heroin or cocaine, so I don’t see the big deal. My mom doesn’t know that though, and we have a very honest relationship. I still have a bad feeling about trying it. I don’t think I will. 

Blogging

I woke up this morning at 5:45 to continue working on my assignments until my first class at 10:40, but for some reason I just got on my laptop and continued blogging. 

It's cool to discover new blogs, and the different ways of writing, and the different attitudes of different bloggers. The way different people customize their blogs was also interesting, it gives their blogs a unique feeling. It's as if each blog is a different world. Lol, I sound like such a loser, I know, but I'm fairly new to blogging, and was never interested in it until very recently, and I'm still in awe of how many blogs are out there. I'm trying my best to find the coolest blogs out there.

I didn't do my assignment obviously, but I can do it before class ths afternoon. I'm listening to music, and blogging, and I'm wishing I didn't have to go right now, the next few days are gonna be BUSY!

A bientot!

I’m Turning Into A Living Zombie

My assignments are getting chaotic! I knew that getting into the Architecture program meant that schoolwork would be excessive, but seriously, WTH! Every class, we are expected to have an assignment finished, and every couple of weeks there is a review.

I met a few people the other day, and one of them was an intern in one of the hospitals in the city. His sister and cousin studied architecture in college, and he told me that they had no social life, and that they tended to hangout in the studio with their groups more than anything. I almost died inside! I wasn’t expecting him to say that. It suddenly hit me. I’m actually doing this!

 My friends warned me about this, and I was being the dreamer that I am, telling them that I can do it, and that it is what I have always wanted to do. It’s what I’m meant to do! I just know it. All these memories of us in my car, and them trying to persuade me not to get myself too excited about architecture, because there is a possibility of me not succeeding. It almost broke my heart.

Anyways, my first review was yesterday, and although I hated that I spent most of my time, including the weekend, in the studio (instead of visiting nQ and my cousin, Ty), I was extremely excited to hear that most of the professors that were judging the class’s work thought that our project was the best out of the whole class! Some of the students also started commenting (all good comments) about our work.

 My group and I got a great feeling of achievement. I was happy our hard work and short nights didn’t go to waste.  I’m glad my friends did what they did. They have a way of pulling me out of my dream world and waking me up to the real world. Haha, I was the baby of the group, so they had the right to be over protective, I hope they’re proud of me when they read this. (The professors really did love our work. They made us pin up our work way at the end so that our project would be the finale of the review!)

The sad part though, is that right after the review was over, we were given a new assignment L. This will never end. LOL. It’s going to be a hard five years!

NYC Birthday Weekend

This weekend was interesting. It was nQ’s birthday!! And I did things I’ve never done before.

1.     1. I stayed at a hotel room the size of my shower,

2.     2. I told a girl that I didn’t mind that she kissed a girl, and she liked it and the taste of her cherry chap stick (and I don’t even know the girl’s real name, hahaha),

3.   3. And I danced awkwardly at a scary club (sorry nQ).

For nQ’s birthday weekend, we decided to go to Boston, but ended up going to NYC (haha, tickets were too expensive, and the ride was way too long).  We hugged, in one day, more than I tried to for the past few years!

When I arrived, I decided not to hail a cab, and walk instead. I quickly regretted it. I started to sweat like a pig, and by the time we got to the hotel, the disappointment was beyond anything I could explain with words. I tried SO HARD to convince myself that it wasn’t that bad, but then I just gave up and broke down in tears. Ok…ok, I didn’t breakdown, but it would have been funny if I did! (Or sad, lol, no… just funny).

Anyways! nQ and I left the hotel, and found ourselves surrounded by food carts everywhere, the temptation was driving us crazy! The food looked delicious, and…well, basically, we broke our fast, and decided that since it’s her birthday weekend, and we’re in NYC, we should have more than one meal in the duration of the trip! We weren’t going to break our fast over a measly corndog, so we make it our conquest to try everything this festival had to offer. A while later, as we decide what to try out after the “Russian donuts,” a crazy black lady (that made fun of the way I said T-mobile) invited us to be apart of the audience for Queen Latifa’s interview on BET. I didn’t expect her to be so funny! She said “Jeeeezus!” in a very funny way when she answered one of the questions. nQ and I laughed our asses off!( I took a picture of the stage on my phone but I have no idea where the wire thingy that transfers things from my phone to the computer is).

We also went to the MET. It was AMAZING! I walked for what felt like days in there, and saw Egyptian temples and mummy cases and other cool stuff, and we didn’t even get to see everything.

We ate amazing Indian food for dinner. I think nQ is starting to like it after all! After stuffing ourselves we went back to the hotel and decided to rest so we can go clubbing. I wish we didn’t, that hour that we spent  “resting” I almost slept, and felt cranky when it was time to leave to the club. On top of being cranky, nQ made me walk to the club and was totally neglecting me by speaking to her “pmsing friend” on the phone. I was debating, in my head, whether I should choke her or crush her! This isn’t the first time she does this (but that’s another story). I felt better though, when her “pmsing friend” was chatting with me through nQ instead of speaking with her, hahaha. That was funny!

I was the first to hug nQ and wish her a happy birthday!! That was awesome! We got in the club, and I tried to dance, but it turned out to be just too tiring and awkward. I hate dancing when I feel like I’m being watched (although I’m sure it no one was watching me and that it was all in my head). After an hour of dancing, we left the club and took a taxi home (thank god).  

I fell on the bed as soon as I got into the room and just zoned out thinking about how I don’t want to change and brush my teeth. I started to just stare into space with my mind somewhere else (If you saw the room, you’d understand). All of a sudden I hear nQ gasping and when I look at her, I saw the funniest frightened face I ever saw. I had no clue what was going on but I REALLY wanted to laugh, unfortunately I was just too tired. You guys should have seen her. She had her hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide open, and she was like, “ Oh my God! You sleep with your eyes open!” I guess I zoned out to the extent that my face was totally expressionless and she thought I was sleeping with my eyes open. I laughed for a whole fifteen minutes on the way back in the train! Why aren’t our lives recorded! It would turn out to be the most successful reality show ever.

Je suis désolé.

Hello readers (not that many so far ;P), I apologize for not posting so often lately, classes just started, and are pretty hectic, and fasting doesn't make it any easier! hehe, but I hope i'll post very soon. 

Take it easy :)

Victoria

What?! No Way… L. I’m watching MTV Hits. They’re replaying all the ‘Best Dancing in a Video’ VMA winners, and 1997’s winning video was the spice girls’ Wannabe video. I loved the spice girls. My mom used to play their songs in the car on our way to school.

Anyways, after watching the video (for the first time), I was shocked. I rewind and play again to watch the video one more time. OMFG! All of the spice girls sang in that song except for Victoria, she was singing along with the chorus. I was so disappointed that my favorite spice girl really was famous, only, for her pointing poses.

We used to love Victoria growing up. I remember once, my mom and dad took us for a ride at a tour bus in London. After day dreaming for a while, the tour guide caught our attention by showing us The Victoria Memorial at Buckingham Palace, and explained that it was there to honor Victoria’s life before she died.

My brother turns to us with the biggest frown I’ve ever seen, and in the saddest and most adorable voice, he says, “Victoriia Dieeeed?” LOL, he was the most adorable 7 year old ever. After my mom stopped laughing she explained to him that the tour guide meant Queen Victoria, not the Spice Girl.

Aaah, the good old days, when he wasn’t the stubborn rebel he is now.

"You Should Sell Your Car, Hottie." nQ

Since I was out of the country all summer, I haven’t used my car in over three months.  So, my car battery died, and all I needed was a simple jump-start.  AARGH! I hate how I’m painfully shy! I could have asked people at my parking structure to help, but ended up just shying away and calling my insurance company. After being put on hold for 15 minutes, Jessica answers, “Progressive, Roadside Assistance. My name is Jessica, how can I help you?”

“Hello, I need a jump start, please.” After giving her my info, the frikin’ bimbo tells me my policy don’t cover roadside assistance! She told me they could still send someone to help for $61! I thought about it for a nanosecond, and told her I’ll do that! It’s worth it to pay the $61, even though I know I’m being ripped off, than to wait in the parking structure and ask people, who are probably busy, for help.

So… an hour and a half later, a young Latino guy comes and jump-starts my car. I thank him, and he tells me to leave the car running for 25 minutes. I waited for 25 minutes, and decided I’ll just leave it running for another 10 minutes.

Thirty-five minutes later, I shut my car off, and when I re-start it, guess what happens! Yup! It wouldn’t start! If I weren’t in public, I would have probably started shouting and swearing! I called the guy and explained to him what happened, and he was like, “you have to call your insurance company again. And I’ll be right back.” I do that, and after another long hold, Amber answers with the same bubbly tone as Jessica did.

What the F*&K! I was beginning to think that Progressive was doing a ‘Bimbo’s Need Jobs too’ campaign. I told her what happened and she told me that she’d send someone over for another $61. By then Steam was blowing from my ears. I bite my tongue, count to ten backwards, take a deep breath, and explain to her that all I did was listen to the guy’s orders. She puts me on hold again for like 20 minutes, then tells me that she’s sorry and that there isn’t anything they can do about that, and that If I wanted to get someone down here to help me, I’d have to pay that fee again.

“SORRY!? You’re SORRY!? I’ll tell you what you idiot! Not only did you take an insane amount of money for a frikin’ jump start, you’re trying to make me pay it again for doing exactly what the guy told me!” when she tried to apologize again, I told her to go f*&K herself, and that I was going to be calling GIECO! After hanging up on her, I look around me, and realize that I have just made a scene (something that I usually never do) and that people were staring at me.  I was pissed off.

After I go back to my apartment, I called nQ and gave her the PG rated version of the story. She reminded me that she wanted me to sell my car L.