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Thoughts
Cheesy bits o' pleasure.
I’m just like,
And then when I imagine what the next two years will be like everyday with him and I:
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Man do I hate writing for Arabic class. We have to write 400-500 word essays that are about the most boring subjects in Middle East history, and we have to get wicked creative in the writing style to express what we have to say. I met our TA last week for Arabic (nobody knew we even had one), who was some Fletcher student form Syria. He told me that he was extremely impressed that Americans could write that well in a Semitic language, especially Arabic, after only 4 semesters. We rarely get complimented on our works, apparently our program is really tough, which even the Fletcher guy commented on. Apparently when kids go abroad to Jordan or wherever they come back with stories on how the kids from the ivies and Georgetown couldn’t keep up with the Tufts kids. I don’t know how much that is true, but I definitely wouldn’t doubt it.
This video is my band’s first music video of sorts. Some guys from Northeastern heard our music and wanted to use it for a video project they were working on (royalty free!). It actually came out pretty good, though the girl in it runs kind of funny. The concept it kind of neat.
It was rainy so all the windows were foggy in the bus stops around campus. I had a real good time writing in Arabic with an angry face at the end.
“عندي قطة إسمها ريرا! >:(” Translation: I have a cat named Rira!
”!مشكلة؟ هل أنت عنسري أو أي شيء؟ D:<” Translation: Problem? Are you racist or something?!
“مات إلى الخيار”, followed by a drawn fist. Translation: DEATH TO CUCUMBERS!
Pretty fun time.
pyro by kings of leon still does it.
Went to see Romney today just out of curiosity in Rochester, and was thoroughly disgusted at some of the stuff. Not Romney, I don’t think he’s too bad (for a republican). The lady behind me kept saying “yes!”, “amen!”, and “hallelujah!” after everything Romney said. I wanted to turn around and ask her how she honestly felt. I bought a book for $20 off of a Tea Party rep called The New Democrat which features Obama dressed as the cat in the hat with a Soviet ushanka hat, declaring himself as the new socialist king. The goldfish, who calls all the BS, is none other than Glenn Beck.
I’m taking it to the next Tufts Dems meeting.
Fox news asked to interview me when it was done, probably because my mother and I were wearing something nicer than a sweatshirt. It was a special on undeclared voters, and I told him I couldn’t because I was registered under “the party”. I should have clarified and told him that it was the democratic party, then I may have actually been asked some questions like: “why are you here?”
It was an interesting event.
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This morning I was walking back from my internship when I passed a homeless man in Harvard Square who asked me: “Excuse me sir, could I ask you a statement?” To which I replied “No… sorry,” and walked away. Thinking back on it, I realized that on top of turning him down, I had actually given him an accidental lesson in grammar.
I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other peoples’ eyes
موسيقى عربية حتى أنتهي
I still like red. But I think my life is blue now. I’m happy for that change. And though it may not mean much, and in fact may not mean anything, I feel more inclined to blue. And I think that means something for me. I think I’m something different than I was, I think everything must happen for a reason. I’ve never been more happy to be blue.
It took a helluva lot of time, but it’s kind of nice looking, even with just 1 post.
