DEAR EVERYONE!
Good news! I have decided my life's path! Now to get God to agree with it.
Anyway, God willing, I'll graduate in December with my Associate's. After that, I'm going to apply for, and be accepted to, CalArts' BFA in Character Animation.
This is where you come in:
I AM SPREADING THIS TALE ABOUT THE INTERNET SO THAT THE SHAME OF SO MANY PEOPLE KNOWING MY FAILURE WILL GUARANTEE THAT I SUCCEED. SHOULD I NOT SUCCEED, YOU MAY COMMENCE SHUNNING, JEERING, AND TAUNTING.
DO THAT ANYWAY. MAKE ME SUCCEED.
Thank you,
Me
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
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Friday, May 13, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
ONE YEAR AND ONE WEEK AGO ...
I took my Shahada like a champ! It was amazing, and awesome; my Daddy, who doesn't quite agree with my religious choices, was there, supporting me like the totally awesome and amazing man I'm blessed to call Daddy. Which I still do. Stop judging me.
So! It's been a crazy year. Wow. I do mean crazy. Right now, I find myself 3 quarters and 8 classes away from my Associate's degree (finally), still at my Restaurant of Awesome job and kicking butt & taking names, in possession of a new sister-in-law, psyching myself up to apply for a Pixar internship next spring, and more content and happy in my faith than in any faith I've ever tried or looked into.
I was also sick with the flu for a week, then not sick for a week, and now I've got strep or something. My manager was so mad when I called in sick for the weekend, but what can you do?
Over this past year, I've been blessed with so many amazing friends; I'm continually astounded by how much I'm loved. We've done amazing things this past year. I am so blessed. I'm looking forward to many more years with every.
So! It's been a crazy year. Wow. I do mean crazy. Right now, I find myself 3 quarters and 8 classes away from my Associate's degree (finally), still at my Restaurant of Awesome job and kicking butt & taking names, in possession of a new sister-in-law, psyching myself up to apply for a Pixar internship next spring, and more content and happy in my faith than in any faith I've ever tried or looked into.
I was also sick with the flu for a week, then not sick for a week, and now I've got strep or something. My manager was so mad when I called in sick for the weekend, but what can you do?
Over this past year, I've been blessed with so many amazing friends; I'm continually astounded by how much I'm loved. We've done amazing things this past year. I am so blessed. I'm looking forward to many more years with every.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I ... wait ... what?
My friends and I saw How to Train Your Dragon tonight; it was freaking fantastic. Not just the story (why did everyone but the main characters have an accent? What, can't Americans take an accented main character?), but the animation and the little details thrown in, like barnacles on the boats ... It was fabulous and I'm in love. :)
Speaking of love, we walked out and passed two guys, a thicker one in a white shirt and a skinnier white guy with no beard and no shirt on, who had a cross tattooed on his chest. I was in my abaya, floral black hijab, and cowboy boots. We passed each other and he says, "Assalamu alaikum" to me. Of course I replied, "Wa alaikum as-salam," because that's only polite, but I was puzzled and thrilled at the same time. I looked back at him a couple times, and told my friends, "That was awesome!" Then I looked back again and he was looking at me, and smiled and waved, so I grinned and waved back. I mean, I'm not saying that white guys can't be Muslim (dude, Ms. Whitey McWhiteypants, here), but I really doubt the guy was Muslim, and just the fact that a semi-gangsta-looking dude with a cross on his chest would know the Muslim greeting and say it, was freaking awesome.
So we piled into the car (I scratched my eyeball this morning, somehow, so John was chauffeuring and Kim was in the front seat, and I was in the back) and pulled out, and the guys had turned around and were walking the direction we were heading. Kim offered to roll the window down and whistle at him for me, and offer me for 40 camels, but I told her not to. He was really cute, though, and kept looking at me and smiling, and waved again. So I smiled and waved back.
It was a great experience; I'm not complaining. It was just way out of the blue, you know? :D
Speaking of love, we walked out and passed two guys, a thicker one in a white shirt and a skinnier white guy with no beard and no shirt on, who had a cross tattooed on his chest. I was in my abaya, floral black hijab, and cowboy boots. We passed each other and he says, "Assalamu alaikum" to me. Of course I replied, "Wa alaikum as-salam," because that's only polite, but I was puzzled and thrilled at the same time. I looked back at him a couple times, and told my friends, "That was awesome!" Then I looked back again and he was looking at me, and smiled and waved, so I grinned and waved back. I mean, I'm not saying that white guys can't be Muslim (dude, Ms. Whitey McWhiteypants, here), but I really doubt the guy was Muslim, and just the fact that a semi-gangsta-looking dude with a cross on his chest would know the Muslim greeting and say it, was freaking awesome.
So we piled into the car (I scratched my eyeball this morning, somehow, so John was chauffeuring and Kim was in the front seat, and I was in the back) and pulled out, and the guys had turned around and were walking the direction we were heading. Kim offered to roll the window down and whistle at him for me, and offer me for 40 camels, but I told her not to. He was really cute, though, and kept looking at me and smiling, and waved again. So I smiled and waved back.
It was a great experience; I'm not complaining. It was just way out of the blue, you know? :D
Sunday, June 27, 2010
One amazing weekend.
Blogging in the halaqa, lol ...
It's been one amazing weekend. I went to the Windows to Islam class, grinning ear to ear because Brother Ibrahim (from this post) was teaching it, and it's the first time since 2008 that I've seen him. He had us all introduce ourselves, and I knew he didn't recognise me. So it got to me, and I introduced myself and told him that he knew me, that we'd met in 2008 and I'd gone to one of his classes here at SALAM, and that I was the Jamba Juice girl.
Oh my God. I thought he was going to wet himself. His eyes got huuuuuuge, and he jumped back, his jaw dropped, and he kept repeating "You're the Jamba Juice girl! You're the Jamba Juice girl! Allahu Akbar, you're the Jamba Juice girl!" It was hilarious, and despite being in a hit, stuffy classroom for 7 hours, Saturday was amazing. Ibrahim's an awesome speaker and a wonderful teacher, and I'm not just saying this because he has my blog address. :P We learned a lot, Alhumdullilah, and the next time he's in town, I'm definitely going to his class.
Then last night a total crazy guy came in and decided we were kicking him out because he was black, not because he was loud, belligerent, and rude as all get-out. Oh, did I mentioned soot-licking crazy? That was fun.
And now I'm in a halaqa (essentially a Muslim Bible study), learning more about my faith and blogging here. :D
It's been one amazing weekend. I went to the Windows to Islam class, grinning ear to ear because Brother Ibrahim (from this post) was teaching it, and it's the first time since 2008 that I've seen him. He had us all introduce ourselves, and I knew he didn't recognise me. So it got to me, and I introduced myself and told him that he knew me, that we'd met in 2008 and I'd gone to one of his classes here at SALAM, and that I was the Jamba Juice girl.
Oh my God. I thought he was going to wet himself. His eyes got huuuuuuge, and he jumped back, his jaw dropped, and he kept repeating "You're the Jamba Juice girl! You're the Jamba Juice girl! Allahu Akbar, you're the Jamba Juice girl!" It was hilarious, and despite being in a hit, stuffy classroom for 7 hours, Saturday was amazing. Ibrahim's an awesome speaker and a wonderful teacher, and I'm not just saying this because he has my blog address. :P We learned a lot, Alhumdullilah, and the next time he's in town, I'm definitely going to his class.
Then last night a total crazy guy came in and decided we were kicking him out because he was black, not because he was loud, belligerent, and rude as all get-out. Oh, did I mentioned soot-licking crazy? That was fun.
And now I'm in a halaqa (essentially a Muslim Bible study), learning more about my faith and blogging here. :D
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The first rule of Restaurant of Awesome: STOP FIGHTING.
Here's another update, then I'm going to write a bit about my new drivers license.
Thursday I noticed that I'd been put on Sundays from 5-9 pm for some reason, this week and next. Huh. Totally screws with my role-playing schedule, but oh, well. I can't remember anything of note happening.
Friday, on my way to Family Night at the masjid, Gina-Bean calls me. She says she's got food poisoning or something and wants me to cover her shift, but Ricardo said I'd called off that night. I was like, "Lolwut, heck no, I didn't call off." So I called Ricardo and told him so, and that I was taking Gina-Bean's shift. Ricardo went of on me writing a note asking for the 23rd & 24th off, and I was all, "Uhm, Ricardo? It's the 29th." It was actually the 30th, but my point still stands. Called Gina back, and it turns out that when I'd written a note saying, "May I please have the 23rd & 24th off, blahblahblah," earlier this month, my extremely intelligent managers, as well as Gina, had confused "May" as is "polite request" with "May" as in "The month between April and June." Which explains why I didn't get that weekend off, but I'd forgotten I have a Saturday class, so it was good I didn't go to the retreat I wanted to go to. It also turns out that I've honestly been doing an awesome job, not just bragging about doing an awesome job, and my extra Sunday shift is the tangible reward for that.
Thursday I noticed that I'd been put on Sundays from 5-9 pm for some reason, this week and next. Huh. Totally screws with my role-playing schedule, but oh, well. I can't remember anything of note happening.
Friday, on my way to Family Night at the masjid, Gina-Bean calls me. She says she's got food poisoning or something and wants me to cover her shift, but Ricardo said I'd called off that night. I was like, "Lolwut, heck no, I didn't call off." So I called Ricardo and told him so, and that I was taking Gina-Bean's shift. Ricardo went of on me writing a note asking for the 23rd & 24th off, and I was all, "Uhm, Ricardo? It's the 29th." It was actually the 30th, but my point still stands. Called Gina back, and it turns out that when I'd written a note saying, "May I please have the 23rd & 24th off, blahblahblah," earlier this month, my extremely intelligent managers, as well as Gina, had confused "May" as is "polite request" with "May" as in "The month between April and June." Which explains why I didn't get that weekend off, but I'd forgotten I have a Saturday class, so it was good I didn't go to the retreat I wanted to go to. It also turns out that I've honestly been doing an awesome job, not just bragging about doing an awesome job, and my extra Sunday shift is the tangible reward for that.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Waitress McAwesomesauce, at your service!
We were dead for most of last night. I was scheduled off at 4 this morning. Then Ricardo said I was going home at 1 or 2. Then it was 3. Then we got slammed. It was actually a pretty decent night; I had a four-top of ladies who told Elise that it had been the best Restaurant of Awesome experience they'd ever had, and that they were definitely coming back. :D
That despite these allergies. I. Am. Waitress McAwesomesauce. I also got tipped $14 on a $32 tab. Heeeeeck, yeah! They were a good table, despite one guy's tendency to answer my questions of "How are you tonight?" and "Is everything tasting okay?" with such reasonable, on-topic replies as, "I want smothered cheese fries" and "Unstoppable" --- which is only part of the name of a particular meal we serve. Despite that, he was the one paying, and thus tipping.
God, I'm making this sound like all I care about are tips. I don't. I really do enjoy my job, and I'd work at my RoA even if I didn't get tipped. Tips are just a very, very, very pleasant bonus, and my bank account and I really appreciate them. Quite often they keep me from overdrawing my account.
A nice police officer asked about my hijab. First he asked what it was, then if I'd been Muslim all my life, then if I converted because of a Muslim boyfriend. Lol, Muslim boyfriend. That's an oxymoron if there ever was one. Well, if you define "dating" by society's current standard. Muslims "date," of a sort ... it's more like courtship, really. You're never allowed to be alone together, and you're talking with each other with an eye toward possibly getting married.
Oh, God, my friend's cat was apparently taken from her mama way too early, so when she kneads, she drools. I didn't realise this until she was drooling as I left a voice-mail for another friend, so I was all, "Oh, dear God, why?! Why God, why?!" on the voice-mail, wailing about the cat drooling on me. It was funny. Then we all took a nap.
That despite these allergies. I. Am. Waitress McAwesomesauce. I also got tipped $14 on a $32 tab. Heeeeeck, yeah! They were a good table, despite one guy's tendency to answer my questions of "How are you tonight?" and "Is everything tasting okay?" with such reasonable, on-topic replies as, "I want smothered cheese fries" and "Unstoppable" --- which is only part of the name of a particular meal we serve. Despite that, he was the one paying, and thus tipping.
God, I'm making this sound like all I care about are tips. I don't. I really do enjoy my job, and I'd work at my RoA even if I didn't get tipped. Tips are just a very, very, very pleasant bonus, and my bank account and I really appreciate them. Quite often they keep me from overdrawing my account.
A nice police officer asked about my hijab. First he asked what it was, then if I'd been Muslim all my life, then if I converted because of a Muslim boyfriend. Lol, Muslim boyfriend. That's an oxymoron if there ever was one. Well, if you define "dating" by society's current standard. Muslims "date," of a sort ... it's more like courtship, really. You're never allowed to be alone together, and you're talking with each other with an eye toward possibly getting married.
Oh, God, my friend's cat was apparently taken from her mama way too early, so when she kneads, she drools. I didn't realise this until she was drooling as I left a voice-mail for another friend, so I was all, "Oh, dear God, why?! Why God, why?!" on the voice-mail, wailing about the cat drooling on me. It was funny. Then we all took a nap.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A week of updates!
So, it's been a while. Sometimes life takes over and does things I don't want it to.
Anyway! Where was I? What was my last post? Wow, it's been a week? Well, let's see what happened this past week.
Monday I hung out with my friend Muzhda; Victoria came, too, and we went to the Roseville Galleria, then back to Muzhda's for an Afghani dinner. It was too spicy for me, but yummy. ^_^ It's always awesome to hang around Muslims; I don't get to do it often enough, because it's generally a bit of a drive to get to the masjid, and after Jummah prayers, I tend to go back home to sleep because I work at 10pm on Friday nights.
Tuesday I got new contacts and ordered glasses, thanks be to God! Very awesome. Pictures to come soon! I also had dinner with Victoria.
Thursday I went rollerskating with Victoria and her boy, and brought my baby brother. Wow, rollerskating is SUCH great exercise! Work was, as I recall, uneventful. I've been really tired all this week, so I just kinda chilled.
Anyway! Where was I? What was my last post? Wow, it's been a week? Well, let's see what happened this past week.
Monday I hung out with my friend Muzhda; Victoria came, too, and we went to the Roseville Galleria, then back to Muzhda's for an Afghani dinner. It was too spicy for me, but yummy. ^_^ It's always awesome to hang around Muslims; I don't get to do it often enough, because it's generally a bit of a drive to get to the masjid, and after Jummah prayers, I tend to go back home to sleep because I work at 10pm on Friday nights.
Tuesday I got new contacts and ordered glasses, thanks be to God! Very awesome. Pictures to come soon! I also had dinner with Victoria.
Thursday I went rollerskating with Victoria and her boy, and brought my baby brother. Wow, rollerskating is SUCH great exercise! Work was, as I recall, uneventful. I've been really tired all this week, so I just kinda chilled.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
God loves me; I have proof!
So, there was a brother who converted (reverted ... 'verted) the day I did, and we appear to have lost him. >:P How embarrassing. Anyway, let's see ... this is Sunday, so it was Saturday morning, thus Friday night. This is how I have to remember what days things happened on, because I work overnight.
Anyway, Friday evening I got some e-mails from the convert support group my masjid has, informing me of this and generally asking if anyone has seen him/knows his number/etc., so we can check up on him. I said that if I saw him at Denny's then I'd say hi and see how he's doing.
Well, Friday night I worked until 6am for Gina-Bean. I stayed until about 6:30am, and these two guys said assalam alaykum to me, so I was all happy. Then I noticed that the white guy (the other turned out to be of Mexican descent) kinda looked like our MIA 'vert. So I asked him when he'd taken Shahada, and whilst it turns out he's NOT our missing 'vert, he and his friend are both converts of last July and 15 years, respectively, and they are SUCH nice dudes. I gave them the address of this blog. Hi, guys! *waves* ^___^
Anyway, we talked for quite a while, and they're both very interested in my masjid's convert group, and said that if they saw our missing 'vert around, they'd let him know that the masjid is worried about him. Oh, and you remember the two Muslims from a few posts down? The ones where the wife had recently converted? Yeah, my new friends know them, lol. So they'll pass on my e-mail, which I, in all my dorkiness, forgot to do when I was talking with the woman and her husband, so we can all be awesome together. They also know the brother who runs the local halal shop.
I also have about $160 in cash saved up for my eye appointment that I made for Tuesday, right after I give blood again (I am SUCH a superhero, you have NO idea --- and so modest about it, too), and I will, God willing, have enough to get not only the glasses eye exam, but also the more expensive contacts eye exam. Iiiiiiiiiii'm so happyyyyyyyyy! :D
Dude, I totally chilled at work last night. We had a crummy bar rush, so I just told Gina-Bean and Elise to tell me when they wanted me to take tables, and spent the rest of my shift rolling silverware, lol. I also paid my dad $20 out of the $35 I owe him ... but, my paycheck on Monday should be HELLA big (I'm from Humboldt; I say hella! Wanna fight?) so my phone bill, eye exams, and Dad's money should all be able to fit in it, with money to spare for my poor savings account. ^_^
I also made Fajr today; my Easter resolution is to pray all 5 prayers on time today. :D
Anyway, Friday evening I got some e-mails from the convert support group my masjid has, informing me of this and generally asking if anyone has seen him/knows his number/etc., so we can check up on him. I said that if I saw him at Denny's then I'd say hi and see how he's doing.
Well, Friday night I worked until 6am for Gina-Bean. I stayed until about 6:30am, and these two guys said assalam alaykum to me, so I was all happy. Then I noticed that the white guy (the other turned out to be of Mexican descent) kinda looked like our MIA 'vert. So I asked him when he'd taken Shahada, and whilst it turns out he's NOT our missing 'vert, he and his friend are both converts of last July and 15 years, respectively, and they are SUCH nice dudes. I gave them the address of this blog. Hi, guys! *waves* ^___^
Anyway, we talked for quite a while, and they're both very interested in my masjid's convert group, and said that if they saw our missing 'vert around, they'd let him know that the masjid is worried about him. Oh, and you remember the two Muslims from a few posts down? The ones where the wife had recently converted? Yeah, my new friends know them, lol. So they'll pass on my e-mail, which I, in all my dorkiness, forgot to do when I was talking with the woman and her husband, so we can all be awesome together. They also know the brother who runs the local halal shop.
I also have about $160 in cash saved up for my eye appointment that I made for Tuesday, right after I give blood again (I am SUCH a superhero, you have NO idea --- and so modest about it, too), and I will, God willing, have enough to get not only the glasses eye exam, but also the more expensive contacts eye exam. Iiiiiiiiiii'm so happyyyyyyyyy! :D
Dude, I totally chilled at work last night. We had a crummy bar rush, so I just told Gina-Bean and Elise to tell me when they wanted me to take tables, and spent the rest of my shift rolling silverware, lol. I also paid my dad $20 out of the $35 I owe him ... but, my paycheck on Monday should be HELLA big (I'm from Humboldt; I say hella! Wanna fight?) so my phone bill, eye exams, and Dad's money should all be able to fit in it, with money to spare for my poor savings account. ^_^
I also made Fajr today; my Easter resolution is to pray all 5 prayers on time today. :D
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