Where's my swiffer duster?

So it's been a while since I've wrote something on here mainly because I only blog when I have absolutely nothing to do or am bored out of my mind. My tendency to rapidly changing wants and needs represents my lack of consistency. That's why I can never be a body builder. According to my wants, I would like to discontinue my chain of sociological posts--for now. I'm writing this blog post during my last week of Winter break. Nothing has happened since my last blog post unless you count the repetitive stuff, and that's more reason I don't write blogs as much. Although I have noticed that most people tend to inflate minuscule scenes in their life to save them from their boring routines. Maybe a psychiatrist would recommend me to do the same to save me from depression =D. Then again, depression can strike even the once most enthusiastic (exhibit: self). Well I'm off to experiment what can treat my boredom. Note I wrote "treat" and not "cure" because no prescription can cure me of frequent boredom.

Knock-off Khalil-Mamoon

Tonight I bought what seemed to be a Khalil-Mamoon hookah, until I realized that it wasn't right after I tried 3 bowls of Al-Fakher grape tobacco on it with different setups. Something didn't feel quite right in terms of the pulls. Either the hookah is just bullox, or my hookah setup isn't so great. Because I had a hookah before, I know it's the latter. Never have I perfected a water-to-air ratio in a hookah, nor a great bowl. Oh yeah, whatever happened to my past hookah? A friend borrowed it, and another friend of a friend borrowed it from him, until it somehow got lost within the borrowing web. Oh well, it's not like I'm desperate for my old one, since it probably has AIDS from the amount of different people that used it. No, I'm not stupid. I know how AIDS spread, it's a shallow joke.

Barbie and Ken Edition Scooter

Yesterday, I visited BuWajd with some friends, we hung out, shared some Gulf culture with two Americans. It was a very. . . cultural night.

Although, getting to BuWajd's was the highlight of the night. BuNora and I rode a pink scooter in the rain, in a speed limit zone of 55 where we were only going about 30. I felt as though the back-draft from the cars would blow us off the road! Going back from BuWajd's, I was wearing goggles and a pink helmet, making me seem like a sissy version of speed racer.

Damaged Eardrums for No Reason

I went to a nightclub in Portland, only to get my eardrums rocked the hell out of, and now the only thing I can hear is a constant ping noise.

Truth Lies in What Brown Man Said (please notice the pun)

Today, I attended an appointment with my psychiatrist, and talked about topics that don't concern any of you except for the "brown man" topic. Mentioning culture shock to my psychiatrist, I got a reaction from her indicating that she wasn't surprised at all with what I brought up. In fact, when I explicitly told her that browns have a hard time making friends that are "of an ethnic majority in Corvallis" she instantly understood what I was trying to convey. I QUOTE her, "You will probably need to make friends one by one, [because people here are really cautious about brown people]. . . that they look Islamic." I know what I have in the square brackets aren't exactly what she said *HAHA I just had to type quote capitalized in the beginning of a sentence, something I always wanted to dot* but. . . she meant something like that :-) What I don't understand is why whites think brown people are "Islamic." Dude, Islam is a religion, it's like saying all white people look "Christian."

Another incident with NeumaNN made me feel like I had no face to save. The last meeting before this one, I said I would appeal to the case, but apparently today I felt like I had to swallow my pride and not let another white man view Arabs with a worse reputation, considering that the their reputation is shit as it is. You dig? A clarification: Arabs, which make a GREAT portion of the international student population, are infamous in many different attributes. Look forward to my future blogs as to why I mentioned this.

I went to Dixon Recreation Center (the gym) in hopes of buffing myself up. Usually it would be a lot fuller than it was tonight, but that's due to exams week, as well as the fact that people who already finished exams got the hell outta dodge. I see this brown Paki that I usually see around campus, and who's been in at least two of my classes. This man has white friends. This man ALSO has a HEAVY Indian accent (word up, our brown man from the forums). I knew he had white friends because he is social and walks with white people. I know this because I saw him do that several times. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't part of our brown man, white people scenario, for he still might follow our sociological rule of the brown man; just that he doesn't look like he's severely impacted by it from a third-person perspective. I will look into this further and update you all.

Pretty People Look Prettier Together

I'm in the Valley Library and there's a girl and guy in the table in front of me that look like Sandra Bullock and Enrique Iglesias with long hair, and apparently they're a couple! This is making my day! . . .just thought I should mention it.

Return from NeumaNN. . . and exams. . .

After finishing my previous post, I commuted to OSU by foot as I routinely do, although this time I intended to go for my Computer Science (CS) 162 and Physics (PH) 212 final exams that I confidently failed. Aside from that, the main course of activity was setting up an appeal to an academic dishonesty case that the aforementioned last name of a CS162 professor filed for me and a friend. After a couple more blogs, I will fully unveil what you may think is my racist nature, in case you haven't anticipated it yet.

Chronicle:
About a week and a half ago, me and a coworker (his skin color of which brown man despises) were suspected copying the weekly assigned project code from each other, it matters little how we were caught, but more importantly the incidents that follow.

He and I were first called to meet him individually, until now. When we were at his office, Neumann kept on insisting that we "went past the syllabus guidelines" and I didn't say anything to agree with him. It reached a point when we had to sign the academic dishonesty paper, whether we deny all claims of dishonesty or submit to the persistence of a nagging CS prof. I of course, in my right mind, chose to appeal and deny all claims, because at least if that fails, we both had a chance to not have an academic dishonesty archived in our files. My coworker, however, didn't. As plain as it seems, you might think both me and him would have already planned this out before hand. We had planned that both of us appeal, even though it was I who copied his code, not vice versa. Do you see where this is going? A well established stereotype seems to be apparent.

My coworker did everything by the rule. He was epically frightened of the academic dishonesty paper that Neumann will ominously place into his folder of reputation-tainting history. While I, on the other hand, can't wait to show off my stubbornness and ask him how I can appeal. So, here is the part you've all been so eagerly waiting for. . . FACT #2: White people get frightened VERY easily; in fact, so easily that even an unintended, unwelcoming facial gesture can dictate a make-it or break-it moment for someone who isn't used to their sensitivity. Unfortunately, brown men are born with mean or creepy idle facial expressions, another reason that lowers the comfort level of whites in the presence of brown man.