Nominated and Jammin’ Out to Bohemian Rhapsody

So today I got a very nice and official TEXT informing me that I had in fact been freakin’ nominated for being the next Head Girl of the Prefects!! Which, in my school, is the same thing as being the Student Body President (the girl one. We have two, one girl, and one guy.) EEEK!

I’m going to post the entire text now, since it’s on my cell, I may one day accidentally delete it. If only it had been an email I could star or something…

Dear Student (yup, generic little lazy head just put student so he could mass text this to all the nominees, I’m sure.),
This is to inform you that you have been nominated for the position of Head Boy/ Head Girl (see? Confirming my suspicions now…Totally lazy!) next year by the admin and current student council. Your interview is scheduled at 10.15 amon Thursday 20th March 2014 in the Auditorium. Please make a note, and confirm your availability.
Regards,
Alishan *his last name*
(Current) Head Boy

So yaaaay =D I can’t wait. So far, I know that Armeen (evil dumb blonde that I hate), and Amna/Hallam have also been nominated for the same position. I think I’ve got the greatest chances of getting the job, and that’s why I’m insanely excited. Even if I don’t get it, I hope Armeen doesn’t, and Amna does. She’d be soo much better at it than Armeen, her royal ickyness.

Plus, what with debates and other public speaking, and even active participation in drama I think I have an edge in verbal things like an interview.

The fact that I take an interest in so many other activities besides would only add to my awesomeness as Head Girl. Something that Armeen and Amna don’t really have.

But I was reaaaally concerened that they weren’t even going to consider me, since I may move this Summer, but it’s not confirmed, but looks like I needn’t have worried! Plus, there’s a chance I may also be nominated for the position of Head of the Drama Society.

When we were discussing it earlier last week, Ammar pointed at me when asked who should head it next year, and I felt so pleasantly surprised and complemented, I wanted to hug him to the point where he’d think I fancied him. (Hahahaha, no, never happening =P )

But if Kamil, by pseudo-brother, suggests Faiza for the post, I will lose all respect for him, plot his demise, and disown him. I mean, Faiza is his friend, for some retarded reason, but still, if he puts her in charge of the Drama Society, he’d basically be giving her a circus to man herself. And she can’t juggle, nor swallow fire. So the crowd won’t be amused. Ammar and Shayan are with me when I say we’d rather quit attending Theatre if Faiza becomes the head next year.

The girl is suuper self obsessed, finds and tries her hardest to steer conversation towards her, something that happened to her, something that happened to someone she knew, or something she’s done, or anyyything concerning her. She is also obsessed with trying to make it very clear to everyone how childlike she is, which irks me greatly since I’M the kid. She’s shorter than me, and is completely flat-chested, so yeah, she wins with a more child like body, but her mind is so deep in the gutter, it’s an insult to kids to say she’s childlike at all. Maybe a modern child that swears, and plays Call of Duty a lot she could compare herself to successfully…

Oh, and today Zaid and Ammar kept playing Bohemian Rhapsody, the Queens song, a lot at school, and we kept singing it all day long. It was awesome. We were jamming to it soo much =3 It was pretty cool. And then it got stuck in my head, so I had to listen to it at home too =P

Well, I better study now for that huuuge Chemistry test I’ve got on ALL of Organic Chemistry that I still haven’t touched because of the play…

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ali
Possibly the Next Head Girl

*poof*

 

Two Rooms, Two Parties, Two Dates?

A Land with Parties, and Totally Weird Public Transport.

^The initial name to this post, but I never got round to telling the transport bit, so that’ll go in another (postponed) post. So I decided to rename this half of the story too.

So I had another weird dream last night.

It started off with me at some kinda party. And it was in a white square room, bearing resemblance to a typical anime classroom. It was full of people partying, dancing, talking, drinking punch, having a good time, the like. There were silhouettes of people that I couldn’t make out. But all the girls were in colorful dresses, and the boys were either in suits or T-shirts and shorts (i don’t know why =/). Lights were flickering, it was a blast!

Even I was in a knee-length dress, and that’s a tad weird. It was a midnight blueish purple, and I was wearing it with elbow length super fancy gloves.

Anyways, we partied. But then after a bit, the room changed. It became smaller, the lights became classroom lights, the people seemed to have left. The only ones in the room now were kinda geeky looking and nerdy people having punch, a few talking to each other, a few on gaming consoles or just sitting awkwardly in corners.

So I notice that there’s got to be more to the party than just this, and following my gut feeling, I leave the room and (the door leading to the class room was in a hallway like so – other door |     |classroom door) and so I walked across to the other parallel door that took me to another party.

A birthday party. And apparently I hated the birthday girl. But to be the total prick I wanted to be, I stayed, ate cake, had a blast, made some new friends, and overall, infuriated her immensely. There was a conga like and after loads of unwrapping gifts and party games, that was the end of that. Everyone’s leaving. Now I’m not sure how we make it here, but we do. Scene shiiift.

Now everyone’s outside, in this mall like set up, with this cinema ish door and ramps leading up to it. Now, I’m talking with this kid, who’s my age, but shorter than me, in a brown suit, round eyes and an innocent smile, and a mop of brown hair. We’re talking and chilling, and walking up and down those ramps. Out of the blue, he asks me out. Whaaat? And I get confused, and he tries to explain that he doesn’t know why but he wants to go on a date with me (very flattering.) But then he gets an emergency call, flustered, and just runs off.

I run off in the opposite direction, and come across this other girl whom I was had become friends with at the second bash. She kinda reminds me of Bisky, from HxH, but not entirely. She had a tanned complexion, twin tails with goldenish brown hair, star hair ties, and a blue, white and yellow frilly flowy dress that was matched completely with other stars too. She looked like a kid, very tiny and petite, shorter than even me. By a little less than a head.

Now we hang out for a bit, but I realize she’s either being overly-friendly or she’s (practicing?) flirting with me. Either way, we hang out at this food court/cafeteria area, and then I randomly hug her and ask this (convenient) photographer to take a picture of us. And she freaks for a bit, cuz I hugged her, but then she kinda acts excited after that. (there were random photographers around to take pictures.) Now, this photographer began to take a picture of this group of people sitting at a table near us first, and we held the pose just waiting for him to finish.So I’m looking in his direction. Another photographer shows up and already snaps a picture, with me looking elsewhere. So I politely ask for another, he complies and then-

For some reason, the chick I was hanging out with, bursts into tears, and runs away, dropping a glass slipper as she went. And I’m just left there thinking…I get to be Prince Charming to another chick, or I become the princess taller than the Prince dressed in Brown?! Da hell, Brain?!!

(I’m not bi =/)

Que tumble weed, silence, and whooshing sound effect as I’m left standing there, thinking that.

Snap. A picture to remember.

Man, this dream was weird =/ and pointless.

Oh, but there’s the weird public transport story…but I guess I’ll make that a part two and post that tomorrow. It’s really late, and I’m suuper sleepyyy =/

So later then!

Sweet and strange dreams!

-Ze

A lil’ Story about a Charles and a Miss C

So I finished Paper Towns by John Green yesterday. But thats not what thats about. thats where this BEGAN. So here we go, and only wait to see where we shall end up. Let the way my brain works fascinate and baffle you now.

So Paper Towns. Johh Green. Discussing with Shallot. But then, we start discussing book collaborations, like WIll Grayson, WIll Grayson. Where, according to ayesha, the authos collaborated in a mind-boggingly brilliant way. They both name their characters Will Grayson. Thats all with the collaboration. They then just move on and write their own stories, of two different characters, two different entities, two different minds and bodies. They just share the same name. and then the two meet.

and up til that meeting, they dont show each other their work. Their writing, their stories of their WIll Grayson so far. And so that’s what we are doing. Ayesha and I are writing a small or short story (haha, lets just SEE how short itll be with me writing half of it =P) and were collaborating like that. with just a name to know. but we did collaborate a bit more, so the stories can mesh more, and since we arent proffesional authors like the authors of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, we decided to share some information about the characters to each other. Like how one shall be a girl, the other a dude. Im writing in the point of view of the dude, obviously. and ayeshas doing the chick. and so then we’ve got the shared name, as well as the shared age (17, junior in high school.) Ah, but the name. We decided on Taylor and then i rapidfire last names (DeLucas and Rosenfield were shot down =( ) and i said Sharbatski, like Robin Sharbatski, from How I met Your Mother. Wohoo. so now weve got Taylor Sharbatski. and then i threw in one other common ground…they should have the same letter middle name, but we should give them different middle names. So we decided on the letter C. this will also make it possible for us to distinguish between our two characters. (ahem, besides the fact that they are both of different genders…)

SO my dudes named Taylor Charles Sharbatski. and hes going to be the funny main character with a serious and philosophical best friend. and hes going to have the annoying ability of being that american (gora, HAH.) boy that shall randomly and spontaneously ‘put on airs’ with the assistance of a fake british accent, wohoo!

(shallot was actually worried that i wouldnt be able to find a dude middle name that began with the letter C. I said into the phone, around 3 seconds after she said that ‘Charles’. and that is the end of that.)

So her characters Taylor C. Sharbatski, a little Miss C to me, since i dont yet know her middle name. and thats that.

Our characters will both be in the wonderful continent of the United States of America, and shall both be- i forgot. no, i SERIOUSLY forgot. .____. oh nuo.

oh wait, no i remember. this is the part where i explain how we non-proffesional writers shall be going about this collabortation. were doing a short story, remember, so its going to be 5 chapters each. with no limit as to how long each chapter can be, which works perfectly for the both of us. and then after we make it to the third chapter, we shall read each others works so that we can see the stories and life of the other Taylor C. Sharbatski. Then we shall collaborate and find a way to make the two meet some where in their lives. and then well take the story somewhere from there. yeah, well totally cross that bridge when we get there.

I suggested we have the two meet on a school trip and have them get the wrong keys to the other Taylors room. that could be fun. (haha, i can see Miss C walk in on the serious philosophical friend reading Moby Dick and just be like ‘da hell..?’ and i can TOTALLY see Charles turn around in a swivel chair, close a book he was supposedly reading (upsidedown), and say ‘ive been expecting you…’ only to have Miss C’s roomie walk in, whos a girl, duh. The look on his face when he sees a girl walk in will be hilarious. he could fall out of his chair and be like ‘thank the lord!’ in his head. Oh, if im narrating. and if we do that. la la la~)

So now i have to decide whether i want to type this out HERE or on my laptop, on MS word. thing is, i really hate MS word =/ but ill need a constant internet connection on this thing, so i  might not be able to do it as often, like when the nets down, or at school, or whatever. bleh. so lets just see.

But yeah. Writing a storyyyy, yeah!

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze