Shoot. I missed the Baltimore City Paper’s lit contest deadline by like five days. It’s not even that I needed to finish writing something. I already had a few pieces ready to submit. I plain forgot…ugh, so stupid.

On the plus side, I finally submitted to my school’s lit magazine and I submitted to a local lit contest with a $250 grand prize. Which is probably more money than I’ve ever seen at once. So wish me luck.

Eid Mubarak! How did you celebrate your Eid?

We went to the mosque, and for the first time ever we were actually early, it was lovely. The sermon was nice, it was (of course) about sacrifice. Very stimulating. Then we got together with a few of families from our local masjid at a halal seafood and Chinese food restaurant. So I actually got to eat sushi and stuff without worrying about whether there was pork in anything. It was fantastic. Except my best friend went up to New Jersey for Eid and that was not okay oh my god so bored without her.

Oh, wait, if Eid is tomorrow…

Then that means that today I have to:

• Finish all my homework quickly so I can do other stuff
• Start writing my debate case for Monday
• Clean the whole house because no one else is going to do it and we’re going to have guests coming tomorrow
• Do everyone’s laundry because no one else knows how
• Wash the dishes because the sink is full and no one else feels like washing them
• Clean my sister’s room because she doesn’t know how and her friends are probably visiting tomorrow and my mom will be angry if her room isn’t sparkling
• Scrounge up lunch for the kids because my parents aren’t home
• Iron everyone’s Eid clothes because I need to learn how for when I get married or some crap like that
• Pick out my hijab and jewelry and shoes and whatnot for tomorrow
• Sleep so that I can wake up tomorrow

Can anyone guess why I’m not looking forward to Eid?

• Taking advantage of the three-day weekend to write my debate case just kidding, my NaNoWriMo piece. I hesitate to call it a novel because I always lose heart about three chapters in, slap a title and resolution on it, and call it a short story.

• My dad ordered David McRaney’s book You Are Not So Smart for me. Love him.

• Everyone always says stuff like “boys will be boys” but I guess I never really understood what exactly boys will be because my older brother was a rational human being. He kept to himself mostly, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him burp, fart, curse, be disrespectful to women, use crude humor, or do anything unmannerly ever. Well, one time he ripped a napkin in half and gave it to our guest and didn’t understand why we were all face-palming, but no big deal. Generally he was pretty normal guy, just did his own thing and never bothered anyone. So I have pretty high expectations from males.
• But my little brother, oh man, what a monster. What. A. Monster. Burping loudly and doing messy science experiments all over the place. There’s paper airplanes flying at my head, soccer balls under my feet, baking soda and vinegar spilled all across the counter…the list goes one. Is this normal from an 8-year-old boy? Yes?
• asdghjkaesdfhgjkl.kjhgfdsasdfghjkjhgfdsasdfghnm I’m so tired of him
• I will never have a child.

Obligatory follower count rant. (Also, boo, no snow.)

Sorry, I don’t mean to be focused on how many followers I have, but it’s concerning when I get five new followers (thank you, dears)…and my counter shows five less followers than when I last checked.

I think all of Tumblr has conspired to not let me get to 500 followers ever. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve hit 499, but then it drops by like 40 and I have to build up again. Frustrating and a little disturbing.

Also, why is there no snow. This is immensely distressing. Feeling guilty that I didn’t wear my pajamas inside out last night.

I’m going to roll up in my fuzzy blanket and finish my AP US notes. Once I get bored I’ll put them to the side and manufacture Z’s.

I seem to have this psychological block that limits my understanding of math and science. I know logically that I’m not stupid, but when lacrosse bros that are high on who-knows-what understand physics more than I do…the evidence is convincing.

Nothing makes sense to me. I have no math logic.

Sometimes my face does weird things and I just have to pretend I’m okay with them.

• Went to a debate competition today as an observer. Had my socks blown off. More on this later.
• Watched 3 Idiots finally (my parents thought it was inappropriate before but now apparently it’s okay). Have once again tumbled head over heels in love with Aamir Khan. Most wonderful man in existence. <3
• Ignored all my homework.
• Did not to freak out about our calculus grades not being posted yet. Not even a little bit.
• Said goodbye to my grandmother, who flew back to my uncle in New York. Don’t know when (if) she’s coming back…we’re not close at all, but I’m sort of going to miss her. The house feels empty. We only set five dinner plates tonight.
• Ignored some more emails.
• Blogged.

• 80 percent sure that I got a 20 percent on my calc test.
• If I interviewed you for the paper in the past few weeks, you may want to check out the second page of any newspaper you might happen to be handed tomorrow…hint, hint. Hint.
• So glad we’re finally done with this month’s edition. Can finally breathe easy.
• LOL that’s not how I expected my art assignment to turn out, whoops.
• Shall I respond to the flood in my inbox?
• Nah.

I have so many unread emails sitting in my inbox. I’ve read them all but I just don’t feel like doing anything about them. So if you’ve sent me an email in the past week then don’t worry, I’ve received the message. But if you’re expecting an answer, then I’m sorry, you’re going to have to wait patiently until I’ve finished getting my shit together.

As for the questions in my askbox, I’m working on them right now.

Oops, losing followers left and right. I feel like this is related to my angsty, PMS-incited outburst two days ago on the evils of using Facebook to blast unsuspecting people from your past.

Or is this about the picture of Eeyore I posted? Guys, I’m confused. Don’t you like Eeyore?

I’m just really gloomy lately. Everything makes me gloomy. I laugh sometimes but my memory is getting so weak, I forget why I laughed within a few minutes. I forget what I learned and why I’m doing things and everything seems pointless.