Mirth and Melancholy

My belly feels like a witch's cauldron filled to the top with icky green goo and large, glossy bubbles. That is what citrus does to you. You want constipation? Eat a lot of Cuties! (The tangerines, not the people.) Anyway, my brain for some reason thought I didn't post anything since 2015. When I opened this blog and saw that the last post was on January 10, 2016, I was like whaaaat ? And then it all slowly came back to me: I'd made that HUGE post on Pre- and Post-2016 Events. Ah-ha! So here's what happened since the last time I posted..... ~ I was going to talk about my backpack for school, but then I remembered I'd already done that.... Well, the day before school (January 20), we all had brunch at SA's house. My brother H and SA's sister MA weren't able to attend because H had developed a random and inconvenient headache, and MA was at school. Nr and her family were there as well. We're all homeschooling families, but I feel like we're...

I've been up since about 6:30 am. And I want to go back to bed. But I can't do one thing at a time. I like to multitask. Correction: I have to multitask. I'm saying I don't want to go back to bed and just lie there. I just have to do my writing, while eating, while talking to a friend(s), while doing other various things. Anyways, here's the story of today. (January 9, 2016) After Fajr prayer, I lay in bed under the sweltering warmth of two fleece blankets and a comforter. However, I didn't go back to sleep. As the sun rose and the room slowly but surely brightened, my sister S squirmed and fidgeted in her own bed across the room, emitting the breathing sounds of a sleepy person who of yet does not want to leave her bed. The alarm on her phone then blared away, and my ears cringed under the annoying beeping sounds until she turned it off. After a minute or two, she rolled out of her bed, making the mattress creak as its burden was lifted. She left o...

Do you know how I'm constantly burning myself, cutting my fingers, or busting my toes? It's not out of emotional pain. It doesn't even happen on purpose. I'm just the most clumsy person ever born. I'm not even joking. Yesterday, I was opening the oven to take my chicken out of the oven. After ripping off the aluminum foil and poking the chicken with a fork, I for some reason which I can't remember at the moment touched the oven door. The scorching, burning, searing oven door. My poor ring finger was first-degree burnt! I had to place it on an ice pack while eating dinner, which kinda made it hurt all the more. H told me to just leave it and it would heal faster, but I didn't believe him. Later, when I didn't want to haul around the ice pack anymore, I forgot about my burn because it didn't hurt anymore. So I suppose H was right. UPDATE: During a halaqa at the masjid, I was looking at my hand and saw that the burn on my finger had scarred into this d...

It's here, and, well, I dunno. It's kinda strange. Like, 2016? I'm going to be an adult this year! I'm going to take college classes in a couple of weeks! Oh my gawsh, do you guys know that I have a goal set to complete one of my books before I turn 18? I have only a few months!! My goal was originally to get it PUBLISHED before 18, but that's kinda unrealistic... unless a miracle happens and I never get writer's block... but I changed my goal from getting it published to getting it finished, because that's a little more realistic. And maybe, I can get it published before I turn 19. Wow. For once, I actually have a useful, practical GOAL. For a NEW YEAR. (actually I made this goal last year but I'm going to reach it this year so basically it's this year's goal... amiright?) Okay, so I never told you all what the convention was like. IT WAS GREAT. Except for the expensive prices of things at the bazaar. Our hotel room was amazing and the...