The Adventures of a Hijabi Waitress: school

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This blog is an honest look at what life is like for this particular American convert to Islam. We're taught in Islam to cover our sins, to not air them, for fear of lessening the severity of sinning. In this blog, I may relate past indiscretions from time to time. This isn't to make light of them, but in the interest of educating Muslims and non-Muslims alike as to the realities of life as an American convert, I present my mistakes honestly. I make no excuses for them, nor do I claim that they were okay to make. I am not perfect, and I make no pretenses as to that. If others can learn from my past, know that Islam, and religion in general, is open for people no matter what mistakes they've made, then I will gladly air my sins when needed.

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Friday, May 13, 2011

Public shaming will help me succeed.

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

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Of dream jobs and housewifery.

My dream is to be an animator for Pixar. I've always wanted to do something digital art-oriented, be it freelance work like Marta Dahlig, or animating. But working at Pixar has been my dream since 2009, when they fulfilled a dying child's dream of seeing "Up" before she died.

That link's going to make you cry. A lot.

Go ahead, get some tissues. A lot of them. Then click on the link and read it all.

It's oaky to cry. Take some time. I'll wait.

So that's why I --- oh, you're still sniffling? I'm sorry. Let me know when you're done.

Ready?

Oaky. I know, I know, I bawled my eyes out, too. I still start crying when I tell people the story.

Deep breath. We'll get through this together.

The most amazing thing, EVER.

I'm making a web kiosk in Flash class. It is beyond amazing, I tell you. I'll post it somewhere when I'm done.

Anyway, what happened last week at work? I know you want to know. So I'll tell you!

Tuesday I went to get my paycheck, showed up, and Jeff and Ricardo ask if I'd gotten their message. I was like, "Lolwut? Message? Haha, nice one." And then I worked from 6-10. Now, I'm not saying I'm a shift-whore. No, that would involve me seeking out shifts. I prefer the term shift-pimp, as that implies that I let the shifts come to me. I also never say no. This metaphor's rapidly falling apart.

Wednesday I went with two friends to the dollar moves (I remember when they were a dollar, darn it! ONE FREAKING DOLLAR!) and saw Tooth Fairy. Dwayne Johnson, I love you. He is hilarious, I say. Hilarious. ^_^

Thursday I worked. Nothing really happened. At least, not that I can remember. ARGH! I remember! I got pulled over for my tags being expired! And I got a TICKET! The officer told me it wasn't a fix-it ticket, either. Moooooore on that below.