wah

So today's Eid. A holiday I'd never really thought mattered much to me, except as the blessed end of Ramadan. In past years I haven't cared that much when I didn't get to go home. But after spending so much time at home the last two years, and being home for last Eid, it's really hit me hard today.

I remember how annoying it was for me as a teenager. Waking up at the crack of dawn, Fighting for a spot in the bathroom. The mayhem of trying on whatever new clothes and hurrying, half asleep, to the car for the long drive downtown. Trying to sleep while dad kept encouragiing us to say dua'as with him. Then having ten billion strangers hug you and wish you a hearty Eid Mubarak.

We'd come home, and because my dad is the big extended family patriarch, everyone would come to our house to visit. Eating tons of sweet, creamy shier khurma, picking out the roasted chestnuts. Then the big family dinner. Gleefully accepting white envelopes stuffed with cash. Hiding in the backrooms with my cousins, furtively counting cash and whooping.

Last year's Eid, when I was home, was pretty quiet. It was the first major holiday after Mama's death. That was painful. But still, we had each other. We talked about her all day. We visited her gravesite. We had a nice quiet dinner. From the sounds of things when I called home, it sounds like this year will be a lot louder.

So... wah! I didn't think it was going to bother me, but apparently it does. *sad*

So as the holidays continue and my homesickness grows, this LJ is clearly going to become one big pity party.
So um, check back in January and escape the melodrama.

argh!

I have absolutely no clothes. Will have to go to class naked.

Mmm. I love The Vines. Willi won't let me listen to them as I drive, because she says, "It gets you too excited! Slow down! Eeeeeek!!!!"

She's no fun. Though Amy is terrified of my driving--period. At least Willi doesn't have seizures like Amy. But then Amy is a chicken and drives 40mph everywhere, talking on her cell. Sarah will have to come witness my driving again (since San Francisco, where driving like a lunatic is a prerequisite for entering the city limits) and tell me if I'm still scary. My wings were clipped by that damn speeding ticket as well. First one since I was 18! Grr. And so not my fault. Well ok. Was my fault and long overdue. I was speeding. But I hate speedtraps where they pull over 19 of you at the end of the month to fill their quota. Bastards.

I maintain that J is the true lunatic of the family. The best thing in the world is when mom asks me to drive instead of him and everyone vigorously concurs. Mostly because vomiting isn't fun and really, watching pedestrians shriek and dart out of the way is only fun in video games.

Finally finished draft design thingie and can stop bitching about it for awhile.

More time wasting with the webcam:

Me: Smile for the camera, sweetie!
Hobs: You are all mah beeches!!



Muhaha!

Crap. Late for class! *whiterabbits*