Dear Qatar University,
After the long and overly-complicated application process you have put me through, I will officially state that I will not be held responsible for my actions if I do not recieve some sort of reward for the torture you put me through for the last three months.
Sincerely,
Hala J.S.
Strangers who read my LJ–that is people who are not Lebne or my sisters–will be told that I’m fickle.
I can’t stay with one thing very long. Not one font, not one layout, not one nickname. I have to change and give things makeovers because I get antsy. Or bored.
So the layout changed. I hope this isn’t hard to read or anything. I didn’t spend as much time scrolling through the different ones like I did when I settled on the previous layout. So I’m not quite as bugged as I was before.
Anyways.
I’m charging my iPod. (Did you notice that I was doing the same thing the last time I was changing my layout? Deja vu anyone? Hehe.) Ooooh, it’s done charging! Hallelujah! There is song-playing to be had. Oh, by the by, DoorInward, I downloaded a few of the songs you mentioned to me. They’re all great but my favorite has to be Cohen’s ”Stranger Song”. Consider me in love.
I met a new kitten. Not sure if it’s a girl or a boy and I’m also unsure of its parentage. I’m guessing it’s the same black-and-white spotted kitten that I saw with TP at our neighbor’s house, in which case, this would be TP’s son. Or daughter. Okay, you know, allthough I’m unsure of its gender I will henceforth refer to it as a “he”…if only because he’s so mellow and every other mellow cat I’ve encountered was male.
He’s extremely cute and has a black Groucho Marx mustache. We were thinking of calling him Groucho but the name “Mustache” kinda stuck. We say it in a bit of a French-y way. Like not “must…ash” but “moose…tawsh”. It rather suits him. He rubs himself on my ankles and meows and loves to be petted. I’m dying to keep him but my mom would have none of it. (Oliver would have none of it too, I’m sure. Plus Mustache doesn’t seem to be very friendly toward him.) I guess I’ll settle with leaving food outside for him and playing and petting him when I have the time. Christ, why am I surrounded by cats? This can’t be good for me…
Yeah, I did watch the much-not-needed sequel to Fantastic Four. Quite forgettable really, with tons of cheesy acting. As usual, I’ll say the effects were good. Definitely not mind-boggling, but not all that bad either. The only characters I found believable were the ‘Human Torch’ guy and ‘The Thing’. Believe it or not, The Thing conveyed more expression than Mr. Fantastic–and his face is made of rock! So you can see the kind of trouble the movie is in. Plus, the solution to the conflict could have been resolved in the first five freaking minutes…but then we wouldn’t have a movie, now, would we? I wonder if that’s good or bad.
But, hey, if you want some cheesy forgettable entertainment for ten bucks, then watch it. It’s good for a few laughs too, like the constant ribbing between Thing and Torch. Other than that, it’s nothing to shout about.
Well, that’s my movie review of the day. Movin’ on.
I went out with my sisters to this cute shoppingcenter called Royal Plaza. Most of their stores are quite expensive, but they don’t really have anything we’d buy either. My little sister, Madi, was going there to meet her friend because there was a good place there to get their nails done. So while Madi tended to that, Lana and I walked around, peeking into stores and laughing at what they had to offer. We went inside this place called H.Flo and found out that we’ve never seen so many clashing crazy patterns in one place before. There was this section that sold hideous dresses meant for special occasions…like proms or something. After gawking at how anyone in their right mind would buy something so expensive and awful, Lana turned to me and said something like, “Hala, pick out a dress and pretend you want to try it on for some occasion. I got my camera and I could take pictures of you in the fitting room in this ridiculous outfit!”
Yes. This is one way we have fun.
