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walmartparkinglotIf you couldn't tell by the fact that I wrote an entry at 9 p.m., I stayed up late doing random shit again. My dad came home soon after I decided to go to bed. I didn't feel like getting up at 5 a.m. today, maybe because I fell asleep at 10, but I'm not Einstein or anything, so my mom ended up waking me up at 6-something. The main reason I didn't get up early was because I knew I didn't have much to do today besides Atlas testing, a couple of lessons in IXL, and a tutoring session at 1:15.
At around 7:00, my dad came into my room with his crazy hair and told me that I could start moving stuff back into the living room because he was done doing his gymnastics in the living room, or whatever he was doing in there that took 2 days. So, I got up and slid one of the armchairs back into the living room like some kind of bowling ball (NOT throwing it), and then he said to me ''zainah!!! dont be throwing shit!!!'' Yes, he said 'shit' to me. I don't know why he woke up and decided to cuss, but I do know that wasn't very Muslim of him.
I rearranged the living room while listening to She Wants to Move - N.E.R.D through my earbuds, and then I did my hair soon after. I had to vacuum my room as well cuz I didn't want the crumbs my little brother got on the couches in my room. I asked my dad about why he got so mad at me once he got out of the shower and had his little ponytail (we almost look like twins <3), and he told me that it was because he didn't want me tossing it into the living or some shit like that, but I SLID it, papa!!! I slid it !!!!!! I wasn't tossing shituhhh
And he also told me that the way I moved all the stuff from the living room into my room didn't seem like something a 'human being' would do. I don't understand why he felt the need to call my untidiness un-human, when he always leaves his undies in the bathroom without bothering to put them in the bin, and he never makes his bed, and he never puts his towel in the bin either -- and when the one time I asked him about the undie problem, he just told me it was my mom's job after ignoring my question, like, 5 times.
Later in the day, maybe 12 p.m., I saw my brother doing one of class connects, and it was obvious that he wasn't paying attention; so I asked him what he was doing in class, and, like I assumed he'd do, he just pushed me out of the room. But before I fully left, I caught a glimpse of his screen and saw the little 'SecureTest' icon, so I left and went to ask my mom about it, and she apparently didn't know that he had testing today. I helped them download the test-application-thingy onto his school laptop, and all was good. Aren't I the most perfect son, helping my brother like this, but I guess you could say this is my apology for spraying him with a bidet because I was in the bathroom and he wouldn't stop teasing me about dumb shit. After I sprayed him with the bidet, he told me he hoped I died and didn't get blessed to heaven, meanie.
Anyways, I think I'm going to start wearing these kandi bracelets that my sister made cuz they look nice.
And I also have this rough draft of an argument essay due at 3 p.m. this Thursday, but I'll probably just work on it tomorrow.
I really don't know if I want to work with my dad at his store this summer. He has this coin at his store that has Hebrew on it, and he stomps on it whenever he gets mad about Jews, and it scares me. And one time, he told me that Muslim women ride horses sideways because I told him that I liked horses or something like that. He said the same about bicycles, too. I also listened to N.E.R.D's album, Fly Or Die, and I liked it. Can you guess what year it came out in???
Byebye,
-Zainah
At around 7:00, my dad came into my room with his crazy hair and told me that I could start moving stuff back into the living room because he was done doing his gymnastics in the living room, or whatever he was doing in there that took 2 days. So, I got up and slid one of the armchairs back into the living room like some kind of bowling ball (NOT throwing it), and then he said to me ''zainah!!! dont be throwing shit!!!'' Yes, he said 'shit' to me. I don't know why he woke up and decided to cuss, but I do know that wasn't very Muslim of him.
I rearranged the living room while listening to She Wants to Move - N.E.R.D through my earbuds, and then I did my hair soon after. I had to vacuum my room as well cuz I didn't want the crumbs my little brother got on the couches in my room. I asked my dad about why he got so mad at me once he got out of the shower and had his little ponytail (we almost look like twins <3), and he told me that it was because he didn't want me tossing it into the living or some shit like that, but I SLID it, papa!!! I slid it !!!!!! I wasn't tossing shituhhh
And he also told me that the way I moved all the stuff from the living room into my room didn't seem like something a 'human being' would do. I don't understand why he felt the need to call my untidiness un-human, when he always leaves his undies in the bathroom without bothering to put them in the bin, and he never makes his bed, and he never puts his towel in the bin either -- and when the one time I asked him about the undie problem, he just told me it was my mom's job after ignoring my question, like, 5 times.
Later in the day, maybe 12 p.m., I saw my brother doing one of class connects, and it was obvious that he wasn't paying attention; so I asked him what he was doing in class, and, like I assumed he'd do, he just pushed me out of the room. But before I fully left, I caught a glimpse of his screen and saw the little 'SecureTest' icon, so I left and went to ask my mom about it, and she apparently didn't know that he had testing today. I helped them download the test-application-thingy onto his school laptop, and all was good. Aren't I the most perfect son, helping my brother like this, but I guess you could say this is my apology for spraying him with a bidet because I was in the bathroom and he wouldn't stop teasing me about dumb shit. After I sprayed him with the bidet, he told me he hoped I died and didn't get blessed to heaven, meanie.
Anyways, I think I'm going to start wearing these kandi bracelets that my sister made cuz they look nice.
And I also have this rough draft of an argument essay due at 3 p.m. this Thursday, but I'll probably just work on it tomorrow.
I really don't know if I want to work with my dad at his store this summer. He has this coin at his store that has Hebrew on it, and he stomps on it whenever he gets mad about Jews, and it scares me. And one time, he told me that Muslim women ride horses sideways because I told him that I liked horses or something like that. He said the same about bicycles, too. I also listened to N.E.R.D's album, Fly Or Die, and I liked it. Can you guess what year it came out in???
Byebye,
-Zainah
