I miss Arab-land. But then I go over there... and I miss America-land.
Here, I'm an Arab. Over there, I'm an American.
Haha... my parents think I'm just whiney when I try to talk to them about that, but it's really a problem for me. I don't know why it's such a problem. You'd think I'd just get over it and... that's that.
My siblings don't seem to mind. No one other than Yusif and Yunus seem to mind. And they don't seem to mind as much as I feel like I mind. And, of course, they came during middle school, straight out of Ghana. So, duh. But I was born here! What's the problem!
And then there's The Namesake. And I showed that film to my parents in attempts to get them to realise that I really do feel like this is a semi-problem... but they don't seem to grasp it. I tried telling them. I tried showing them. It's a failure. Whatever. I probably am whiney.
But!! I did part of my homework. I have so so so so sooo much more to do. My entire day, from 12-9 was occupied. I went from meeting to class to meeting to meeting to meeting and then to class. Like... soo many meetings today. And I even managed to miss 2 of them because, last night, they all decided they wanted to have their meetings at noon? Ugh! Not happening!
Also, making new ringtones for my phone. And I just love this:
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