so i’m sure y’all will be excited to know that the Yaz was sitting at her computer, eating yummy croissants at 5 a.m. Shut up, I KNOW you’re jealous! You know what, I just noticed that when i write emails and stuff, I start out a lot of my sentences with “ok” or “so,” which is really weird. I’m guess i talk so much that I start from the middle of the sentence. How crazy is THAT. It’s fun being a crazy child though. You know you wanna be like me.

In case you wanted to know, I’m on campus right now. I never realized before that leaving home only half an hour later than usual would mean having to deal with traffic. It wasn’t real traffic though…it’s just that, for me, “traffic” is a title given to any situation where I have to drive slower than 80 miles per hour. Hey, it’s a 60-mile commute, one way. I’m entitled to enjoy it. For your information, I always set my cruise control at 80 mph in the mornings on my way to school, and having to go even 78 is cause for major annoyance. Don’t worry though…I go 74 (yes, 74! NOT 75…yeah, i know i’m majorly obsessive-compulsive) on the way home in the evenings, cuz it’s just better for relaxation purposes. Plus, in 2001, I received TWO speeding tickets within a six month period, and needless to say, my daddy-o was not amused. Neither was I, because traffic school is not my idea of a fun coupla hours. So that’s when I decided to speed to my heart’s content in the mornings, and take my time in the evenings. Good idea, no? I haven’t gotten any more speeding tickets since then, so I must be doing something right. Alhamdulillah. :)

But yeah, I left home later than usual today, and then I got stuck behind hecka people who drove like grandmas (some of them looked like they WERE grandmas), so I got to campus at exactly 9 a.m., which is when my physics lecture started. And I had to park all the way across campus from the lecture hall where physics is at, cuz that’s the only convenient place where I could find parking. So that turned out to be the parking structure (parking garage…I wonder why people call it a “structure”? I mean, that’s kinda obvious and redundant, right? Shooot, my house could be called a structure…”Hi, my name is Yasmine and I live at that one structure with lots of brickwork and geraniums because my father is an obsessive gardener.” That works too, i think).

And the annoying thing about the parking structure are all the parking attendants there. They’re like beyond annoying. I can’t even think of a better word. That’s how infuriating they are. I’ve been parking at the parking structure on and off for the past 3 years of college, so they see me around there a lot. And one of the guys just bugs me because he always wants to strike up random conversations with me or comment about random things, and I’m just like, What the hell? This past fall, when my car broke down, we shuffled our cars around so that I was driving my sister’s car and she and my brother were sharing another car. And the first day that I came back to campus with my “new” car (it’s still my car even now, because my old one is still in the shop), the attendant guy made a point to walk over and ask, “Heyy, what happened to your car?” And no, he wasn’t questioning me in a concerned way either…More like nosy and none of his business. And it was annoying, cuz i was like, Duuuuude, why do you even care? And why are you even keeping track of what cars I drive? Kinda stalker-ish, i say. And then he went off on this tangent about how his father drives the same exact car and blah blah blah, and I’m standing there like, ok am I supposed to CARE? ok I KNOW i’m sounding all evil and mean about this whole deal. But you wouldn’t understand unless you were there. Yes, i talk to random people all the time and take great pride in my conversational skills, but this is just kinda creepy.

And another parking attendant TOTALLY creeps me out cuz one day during fall quarter, I walked by him to get to my car and he goes, “yo sista! lemme get all dressed up too and how ’bout we go clubbin together!” I swear, that’s exactly what he said. I was like, “Sorry, I’m not the clubbin type, ok?” and kept walking.

It’s just majorly weird though. Plus, it kinda pissed me off cuz I tried to analyze it too much, I guess, and I was like, What, why did he say ‘too’? I’m not overdressed. This is how i ALWAYS dress, and no, it’s not formal at ALL. And did he think the fact that I was wearing hijab actually made me more susceptible to his advances? I mean, come ON. It’s majorly bothersome and aggravating though, cuz i’m starting to think, What kind of world IS this if a Muslim woman wearing hijab still gets hit on and checked out by random guys? Maybe I should switch to niqaab, cuz the hijab doesn’t seem to be helping me out much these days. ehh.

But anyway, these days, I tend to stay away from the parking structure, only I didn’t have much of a choice this morning, since I got to campus all late. And then once i got here, I decided I didn’t feel like going to physics lecture after all. I’m a crazy child. Need to work on this discipline thing. But hey, this is only the first physics lecture I’ve missed. And i’ve gone to ALL my other classes this quarter! So maybe i’m doing ok after all. Alhamdulillah. :)

So much bida and fitnah in the world these days though. Crazy crazy stuff. I seriously think we’re getting close to the End of Time. So sad. On Sunday when I went to my halaqa at the masjid, there were all sorts of crazy tremors (sorta minor earthquakes). One of the sisters said that that morning there had been a little shaking, so I guess the ones during halaqa were aftershocks. But it was still kinda scary. We were sitting there going, Should we go outside? Huddle under the doorways? Or what? And then another sister pointed out, “Well this IS the masjid. So if there’s gonna be an earthquake, this is the safest place to be!” Subhanallah.

ok, i think that’s all I have to say for now. Plus, i wanna go take a nap on the comfy (majorly SQUISHY! haha) chairs on the first floor of the library. You don’t understand, i’ve been looking forward to this alll morning! :) Much love and peace to y’all…

i think sometimes we become desensitized to the bad things that happen everyday… I came across these lyrics and it made me think about our crazy modern world where we just walk around in a little bubble. So many of us have it a whole lot better than gazillions of people all over the world, but you know, complacency is not the way to go. It’s good to be thankful for all the things we have, subhan’Allah…but ignoring the bad stuff, or blatantly denying that bad things even occur, is just messed up and sad. And what’s sadder is that all of us, myself included, have been guilty at some point or another of ignoring the negatives just because they don’t fit in with the rest of our perfect little bubble-enclosed world.

Ignorance

Don’t wanna read the paper

I don’t like bad news

Last night a man got shot

Outside the house of blues

I’d like to ignore it

I’d like to just pretend

That the reason for it

Is something I can comprehend

We risk our lives

We hit our wives

We act like everything is funny

We hide our pain

While we go insane

We sell our souls for money

We curse our mums

We build our bombs

We make our children cry

We watch the band

While Vietnam

Just watch their children die

::Kasey Chambers::

ok, so it’s past 3 o’clock in the morning, and i’m barely making any progress on this stoooopid paper from hell that I got an extension on and need to turn in one of these years. Tomorrow (oops, I mean, today…it’s Monday already, huh) woulda been a good day to turn it in to my TA, but judging by the progress i’m making (or the lack thereof, more like), i’m not so sure I can pull this off by tomorrow. *siiiiigh* Sometimes I think college is so overrated. My dream is to drop out and go live at Baskin Robbins forever. Juuuuust kidding! haha. That does sound like major fun though. I mean, shooooot, tell me, if you had a choice between sitting through 2 hours of physics lecture on a Monday morning, or chillin at Baskin Robbins and eating YUMMY ice cream, WHICH would you rather be doing? It shouldn’t be toooo hard to decide. Anyone who chose physics over ice cream needs to be hit over the head. Get a brain scan done, homie. Cuz there’s gotta be something seriously wrong with you.

I’m really hungry right now. Everyone else has gone off to bed already, like the smart children they are. I’m gonna be the one stumbling bleary-eyed through the day tomorrow like a zombie on crack, if such a thing even exists. And for the record, no, I don’t know jack about crack. Haha, that rhymes! omg, I’m so easily amused. lol. But as I was saying, everyone else is in bed, so it’s majorly quiet around here, which means I’m sitting here listening to my stomach growl. And the fact that I can actually hear sounds at such a low pitch should tell you something about just how quiet it is! haha. Speaking of hearing, my ears are acting funky these days. I know I’ve had issues with my hearing for ever, but this is just ridiculous! I need to schedule an appointment with my ear specialist again. It’s time for my annual audiogram (hearing test) and check-up anywayz, so maybe he can take a look at this deal while he’s at it. My hearing has been pretty steady over the past few years, so I’ve never really worried about it getting any worse than it already is…But I feel like I’ve spent the whole past 2 weeks or so going, “Huh? What? Whaaaaat?” Having people repeat themselves 598590572 times is not fun at all. Trust me, I’m annoying myself. lol. Mad props to everyone for putting up with the craziness. And take my word for it, this is worse for me than it is for you. Only I just never complain about my issues. Cuz the Yaz never has drama, remember? hahaha. :)

k, so the stomach is saying, “FEEEEEED MEEEEE!” And since I have very little self-discipline and i AM hungry, i’m gonna go scrounge for some food in the kitchen. Peace out, homie g-funk children!

So on Fridayyyy….I had to put up with psycho Deval for two and a half freakin HOURS in physics lab! (btw, ‘Deval’ is pronounced like ‘navel’ with a ‘D’) Oh and another thing…I wonder why every time Deval and I have physics lab together, our TAs “coincidentally” schedule our seating in such a way that the two of us are NEVER seated at the same lab table. Hmmm, I do wonder why… So anywayz, Deval was all the way across the room today, and when I looked over at her, she gave me this huge cheesy grin and started singing at the top of her lungs, “My name is Yaaaaaz, and I’m too sexy for my own GOOOOOD!” I was like, “oh my god, what was THAT?!” Everyone looked up all startled, and then started busting up, and Deval goes, “What, you didn’t hear it right? Lemme sing it again!…My name is Yaaaaaaz, and I’m too sexy for my own GOOOOOOD!” I was like, ok, you freak. So I’m sitting there like, ok, I don’t know youuuu…And everyone in our lab is looking at us like, What FREAKS! hahaha.

Yes it was very interesting…. I just thought i’d share cuz i remembered that this morning and it was totally making me crack up. I think our TA and fellow lab folks are quite used to my and Deval’s psycho-ness by now. Everytime we act up, they just give us these amused looks, like, There go those silly kids again! Yeah, I guess everyone and their mama is way more mature than we are. And it ain’t gonna ever change, as long as I have something to say about it!

Another funny exchange from Friday:

Andy: So, Yasmine, how did you manage to get an exension on your paper?

Me: Well–

Somayya: All she had to do was smile, cuz she wakes up looking cute…RIGHT, YAZ??

Me: oh my god…SHUT…UP!

i know, i know, this whole post is making me sound so freakin big-headed. I’m not in the least, actually. To be honest, compliments embarrass the hell out of me. Seriously. Which is why when people compliment me, I say the most retarded things ever in an attempt to laugh it off, but it only results in even more crazy memorable exchanges that people don’t ever let me forget. Take the following, which was what Somayya was referring to in her punchline above too…

Somayya: Yaz, you just look cuter and cuter everyday!

Me: [cheesy grin to stave off the embarrassment] I know, cuz I just wake up looking this way!

That was in October, man. And I think everyone on campus has heard this story by now. lol

Speaking of stories…For those of you who may not have heard yet…YES, i got my nose pierced last Monday. NO, it barely hurt at all. NO, i did not cry (this is the yaz of course; what else did you expect? the yaz does not cry, homie. And yes i know that’s abnormal. Spare me your theories, cuz I’ve already got the yaz all psychoanalyzed.) YES, i’m in love with it. My Pukhtun nose and I are getting along a lot better these days. lol. And NO, the parents are not going to be amused when they return from Pakistan in exactly two weeks and see my pierced nose. They’re going to freak out, is more like it. lol. Deval’s been telling every single random person in our physics lab throughout the past week: “Yasmine is SUCH a rebel child! Her parents are out of town and she went and got her nose pierced!” And everyone looks over at me like, man, you’re just asking to die, aren’t you? I think they’re all seriously concerned for my safety, cuz Deval just had to go and make it sound as dramatic as possible. Yazzie Spazzie and her crazy soap opera life. As if! The Yaz never has dramas, for your information. hahaha. Hecka funny. I saw Javier on Friday too, and he called out to me across the Dutton courtyard, “I hear you got your nose pierced!” I was like, “I sure did, and it looks majorly cute, look!” He was like, “I’m going to have to tell your parents now, you rebel child!” I was like, Riiiiiight. And then there’s like the 4974974209 people who haven’t even noticed yet. Which is okay by me, cuz as I’ve already said, unnecesary attention and the (sometimes) resulting compliments just hecka embarrass me. Watch the yaz get all red, yeee-uhh. hahaha. Yes, it’s very interesting.

I guess just saying, “Thank you,” is a good way to go when people compliment you (shoot, that’s what i usually say, when I’m not in a super-retarded mood and try to laugh it off by saying something dumb and dumber instead), but even saying “thank you” sounds so…so…arrogant? It’s as if you’re acknowledging the fact that the compliment is true. And I hate acknowledging things like that. Because it embarrasses me. Yes, i know I have issues. Yes, we all know I’m a confused child. haha. I can’t help it!

K, i need to go figure out where i misplaced my Imam al-Ghazali book at (Imam al-Ghazali is the man…da mon…der Mann…for reals!), and then get ready for halaqa and stuff. And then come home from that and work on this paper from hell that I’ve been putting off for over a week. Can we say…procrastination? It seriously can’t get any lamer than this, man.

k i changed my template. let’s see if the damn thing really works. some people really do have issues with html.

just testing out this crazyyyyyyy stuff. gnarly, dude!