I imported my entries from LiveJournal!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!
WordPress just made it a hell of a lot easier to do it!
WOOT!!! *Dances around. A lot.*
Now I look like I write a lot more. Well, really, I have written a lot more, just not all on WordPress, obviously. This is so cool!!
In other news:
I’m hungry and I have a take-home test to work on amongst other things. I really need to organize my binder better. Seriously.
Katy Perry is currently stuck in my head.
There seems to be a rather ‘different’ sleeping trend going on with me lately. Very different.
See, I have early-morning classes every day of the week this semester. Under normal circumstances, I would have 7:30 classes four days a week, with Tuesdays being at 8:30. But since I have the same teacher for the majority of my morning classes (which is no surprise since I’m in two of his courses) and he’s an awesomecakes kinda guy, he pushed the timings of his classes to 7:50 and 8:00. So I don’t have to get up quite as horrendously early as I usually have to.
Still, hauling myself out of bed every morning is a task tantamount to carrying a 100-pound boulder strapped between my shoulder blades up Mount Kiliminjaro. I always looked at myself as “not a morning person” in every sense of the term. If it’s not noon or nearly noon, it’s not time to get up. Heck, 10:00 a.m. is my idea of “Hey, I got up early today”. On school mornings, I finally yank myself out of bed at around 7:00, which doesn’t leave much room for anything besides washing up, brushing my teeth, jumping into my clothes, grabbing my stuff and making a beeline for the door.
But on weekends? When there’s no college to force my lazy self out of bed? I have been known to snooze peacefully ’til at least 11:00, and I easily go back to sleep if I happened to wake up earlier than that. I can’t lie—-I like my sleep a lot. It’s just the way I am.
“What’s different, then?” you ask? Well. It’s now 8:42 a.m……and it’s a Friday. (Which is most likely equal to a Saturday wherever you are in the world. Qatar has a special week thing going on where Sunday-Thursday is your work week and Friday-Saturday is your weekend). I have been awake for a little over an hour now. Yes—-you heard that right. I got up at 7:30 on a weekend—-easy! Could’ve gotten up earlier too, but I stayed in bed a bit.
Why is it impossible for me to be this chipper in the morning on weekdays? And why can’t I sleep in like normal people when I have no college to worry about? What the goddamn HELL? I thought I had my sleeping patterns all figured out, and now all of a sudden I’m left to wonder why I jump out of bed on weekends and on weekdays I have to make a daily Herculean effort to drag myself through my morning routine.
Trust me, it’s not the fact I have classes I don’t like. My morning classes aren’t bad enough for me to seriously not look forward to them. I am honestly too sleepy to get out of bed. My eyelids are heavy and throwing the blankets off feels like blasphemy. I also don’t sleep that late—-not later than 11:00 or midnight—-if that—-and I get up at 7:00 (after pressing the Snooze button on my alarm 7,982 times). So it’s not a sickeningly short sleep either. So why I can get out of bed early on weekends and not do so on weekdays is slightly perplexing.
Still, getting up in the morning on a free day is kinda cool. Day lasts longer and you have more time to laze around. Or, you know, really get some stuff done. Or something. Hehehe 
Pointless ramble—-I know. But hey! Sharing is caring!
PS: It’s FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH! Ooooooooo! (I’m not superstitious, I actually really like this day, hehe).
Damn there was this horrible sandstorm today.
Well, it wasn’t horrible horrible. I kinda missed sandstorms, especially since I left Saudi Arabia. I had my black hoodie, which was good, ’cause I used it to protect my hair from the sand. (My eyes were not so lucky). It started so friggin’ suddenly, you have no idea. I was perched on the computer desk in the SRC with three of my friends, playing Ludo, when I looked outside and EVERY COLOR out there had adopted a yellow/orange hue. Quite literally, only seconds ago it was perfectly sunny and practically warm. Now the wind whipped away at the trees and the sand was all over the place.
Sometimes living in the city makes you forget you’re living in the middle of a desert. I think sandstorms are there to remind us we are, hehehe.
We had our first Movie Night of the semester today. But the sandstorm was so bad that we thought no one would stay after college hours just to watch a movie. Our first choice was to show Occupation 101, which is a documentary that concentrates on the Israel-Palestine conflict with a pro-Palestinian emphasis. We thought it would go well with what was going on in Gaza and it also led very nicely into the International Potluck Dinner we are going to hold on the 18th as a charity event for Gaza.
Only the Dean of Student Services said it was ‘too soon’ after Gaza to show it. Or something like that. So she said we couldn’t make it a feature for Movie Night.
I, and pretty much everyone else, maintain that there’s absolutely no logic in this reasoning. But when it was announced at our last SRC meeting, I nodded my head and told the faculty that attended that I would just pretend that it made sense. The Dean wasn’t there, and the faculty agreed with my very thinly veiled sarcasm.
So, instead, Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth” was featured. We almost canceled the whole Movie Night thing in the first place because of the sandstorm and because no one was around. (Plus we experienced some technical difficulties with the equipment).
While I was sitting in the SRC office with my friends, a guy came in and said there were people (a grand total of five, apparently) were hanging around the auditorium where the movie was supposed to be. So we canceled our canceling plans and aired the movie. I had already called my driver to pick me up, so I only watched about 30 minutes of the movie before I headed back home. The good thing was that there were more people there than we thought would come—-there were about fourteen or fifteen people in all. Not exactly a hugely successful turnout, but better than we hoped, nonetheless.
Now I’ve got some article-editing to do. Ciao, fellas….
Hey Lana—-remember this?
The folks who live in Backward Town Are inside-out and upside-down They wear their hats inside their heads And go to sleep beneath their beds They only eat the apple peeling And take their walks across the ceilingI don’t even know who wrote that, but it’s been stuck in my head recently. So I thought I’d post it for y’all to see. It was in one of my textbooks, possibly my science textbook, back when I was in the 3rd grade. And I still know it!
