"So you're Zaynah, right?"

Alright, so I am obviously tired since I published this without a body initially.

I should recap, since this is how I remember my life-- sadly, it's not very interesting.

Yesterday began with breakfast with the Volante sisters [Sabrina + Sandie].

They have a great dynamic going.

It's so funny, sibling telepathy, love that shit.

Well, it was great, they got eggs benedict, I got chocolate chip pancakes-- we couldn't fin

ish and it took us nearly forever to calculate the tip. It actually got really bad... We could

n't figure out if the waitress took out a tip or not. Plus, seeing as we're high school kids-- we're broke by default. It only gets worse as you age I hear...

We finally figured it out and went to the candy store 'cause I realized that I totally forgot to get that Justin kid a So-crate, I blogged about that earlier...

Anyways, I spent like 7 dollars on this "penny-candy" and got the only crap box from this weird chick who wears devil horns...

Thanks a lot, Karma.

Took my exam, I was ridiculous...

I'll get a segment of my exam tomorrow and post it.

I really have no idea what made me think my approach was a good idea.

Oh, philosophy.

When I finally got home I just slept, like I didn't even study for calc.

Doubt that napping was the wrong dec

ision never crossed my mind-- I knew that math was a lost cause.

I answered about half the questions today with certainty, the rest I leave to fate.

Went out with Madame after the exam and we got paninis.

God, they're so fucking delicious.

I wish I could share them with you via the interweb.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Time for more naps, I just got home.

I need to wash my hair and then write some memoirs.

Oh and this kid made me really happy today:

Some background, at school when you have your laptop up, itunes connects to your music.

Anyways, I'm sitting at senior spot being a tard on my laptop and this kid [not a senior] goes to the edge of the rug and he looks pretty scared, pretty flustered and he's like, "So you're Zaynah, right?"

I'm just sitting there, like what's happening, who is this kid.

"Yeah."

He gets all goofy looking and smiles, kind of stumbles on his words.

"I r-r-really like your music, ya know, itunes, you have Yoshimi and stuff!"

Kind of shuffles away smiling.

I love people, they're so cute.

I saw him later in the day, I still don't know his name!

He looked all embarrassed, silly underclassman, it's okay, I was flattered.

You'll soon learn that the Flaming Lips are not so very unknown.

Can I get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song?

I wake up every day at 6:20 and I leave the house at 6:27.

I trudge through snow winter after winter and meet my bus at 6:30.

Only because I have been too lazy to get my permit, never mind my license...

My bus driver, Kathy and me, we call each other "sunshine."

We sing in unison at 6:30, "Good morning sunshine!" as if nothing could make us happier this early in the morning.

It's precious, really.

I've always been well-acquainted with my bus-drivers, with the janitors, etc.

I dunno if it's just that I find them more interesting or what, but I've known most of them

better than I know some of my teachers.

I've learned important life lessons and I've learned to appreciate.

I came from Somerville in 5th grade and I just couldn't relate to most of the kids that I went to school with.

I've always shared my room with my sister.

My mum's always worked 2 jobs.

My dad has never had a steady job.

We never did little league.

We never played instruments or got lessons.

But, we were happy.

We've been happy.

There are highs, there are lows.

But I think that I had a pretty kickass childhood.

When we lived in Somerville, so did pretty much all of my father's side.

We split 3 gigantic homes between approximately 30 people.

We always had someone to play with.

Cousins, grandparents, sisters, brothers, uncles, mothers.

Our whole neighborhood watched out for us, their yards were our adventure grounds.

Now, we live on route 2.

My little sisters [my parents procreated in two batches, me and Sabriya, and then 9 years later, Diba and Nashaat-- if we were the experiment, I guess we succeeded] have never felt that sense of community.

I don't think I'd be the same if I hadn't.

I found myself by guess and check, by figuring that I wasn't like my cousins or anything.

I tried to be, but I wasn't and then when I figured that out, they helped me and kind of fostered my growth.

Anyways... I'll give you stories of my childhood from time to time.

This is just the introduction, so please, please, gimme that goddamn timpani roll.

Bright Eyes - Let's Not Shit Ourselves [To Love And Be Loved]

Awkward Boners.

This is such a great fucking song:

The Mar-keys - The Last Night

It's a classic.

Memoirs was cancelled this morning.

What a surprise.

Natty Ice is always MIA.

So, the class relocated to the library because no one goes out first block.

We were born ruffians.

The hour consisted of Kenyans, Yes by LMFAO, awkward boners, Carla Bruni, Shannyn Sossamon and people thinking that she isn't hot [WTF?] and Katelyn Wright trying to convince me that she is, indeed, black.

I see the color Kate.

It was boring, but we managed to get in trouble/moved/almost kicked out.

Then came philosophy, still gotta write my paper, got a 95 on the test.

Pretty ace for a kid who forgot to study.

Right now I'm in French.

We have the sub who's scared of me so he won't say anything even though I am clearly on my laptop.

It's snowing like God hasn't used head and shoulders in ages and I have detention, great.

How the fuck am I getting home?

Full lunch next, I never have class.

On a side note, we're watching "Monsieur Ibrahim et les fleurs du Coran" and the kid was listening to "Hey Baby" by Bruce Channel and the jock in front of me who I had a crush on in 6th grade [he used to like me sing to him in english class, I bought him a book on his birthday] began singing along. Quietly. It was nice, it made me think of simpler times.

My sister just made a really weird noise.

I remember seeing this dude open for Ratatat on 4/20.
So weird, but alluring.
Fucking great drummer.

Black Pus.

The picture is not of Black Pus, I'm just an idiot and juxtaposition things weirdly...

That's a photo taken by Martin Flamand.

J-Gold mackin' on mad biddies.

Apparently, Earth girls are easy.

This was supposed to be a funny post, but I can't think of anything funny...

It's my father's birthday and we haven't talked in months.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why are we so stubborn?

It's his birthday. I can't even say, "happy birthday."

My mum came into my room and told me to give him a hug.

But, you know, I can't, not when we go months like this.

We're the same, only opposites attract.

It's as if this repulsion grows between us and it's magnetic, out of my control.

Meric Long - Notes

Hey, do you have some bud?

So I'm here sitting at senior spot during lunch next to Drew.

And I've come to the conclusion that people are silly.

Drew would like me to mention that he is eating pita chips.

"Thank you."

Anyways...

I'm here and these two kids come up to me:

"Hey, do you have some bud?"

"No, no, I don't."

Not with me at least...

Of course, that's not the bud they were talking about, but hey, yay for ambiguity.

Drew has made a good point:

"Who carries around bud in school?!"

Right? I mean, I was a dumbass in ninth grade and I did. BUT, I did not get caught, tokin' up in the back of the school.

Whatever.

The conversation ended with me recommending some good porn to them.

Weird.

Drew's last words for this entry:

"My mouth is full."

Of pita chips, of course.

Oh yeah, and Katherine says HI.

AHHHH, I just saw the date. It's my dad's birthday.

Maybe I'll start talking to him again.

Maybe he'll start talking to me?

Continuing the list.

Firstly, happy new year to all you people who read this.

I dunno why you do.

Secondly, I've decided that I'll begin "tagging" these posts.

I'll try to make them witty.

I'll fail miserably.

Finally, onto more life goals:

11. Learn origami, mostly so I can make paper cranes, maybe paper tigers

12. Get my license before college

13. Get into college

14. Figure out how to make those paper cut-outs with people holding hands, I guess I'm feeling arts and crafty today

15. Get the internet back on since it just turned off, fuck, [it's 11]

Internet back at 2:20, publishing this shit.

UPDATE: I just realized I forgot to tag after the internet died.