writing sucks when a computer decides not to remember the stuff you've written, even if it's really good.
story of the day: consider abdullah mohammed bin laden, brother of the one and only osama 'yo mama' bin laden. not just that, but one of some 50 sibs of the guy. yeah, the one whose silly grin we'll never understand. exiled from his own country, disowned by his family, and now hated by the entire world, and yet he's got quite possibly the world's most satisfied grin on his face.
back to abdullah. he lives in boston with a doctorate degree from harvard law. about 20 more of the bin laden clan all live in boston, quite wealthy due to their father's ridiculously large construction company in saudi arabia. but this guy, his brother just screwed him over. abdullah is now afraid to leave his apartment. he no longer jogs along his favorite route. he abstains from using his credit cards. he lives in a constant state of paranoia, and not the kind that says the aliens are coming.
he's afraid that a dumb american is going to kill him. and who can he thank for that honor? the family black sheep.
i'm thankful i'm white and have a british last name.
my mom loves putting pressure on me. psat is in two weeks. 'you shouldnt be going to incubus right before the test.' screw you, i'm doing both and i refuse to live a miserable life so bug off. if i get somewhere around 215 ill be close to national merit scholar. last year i had a 198. gotta pick up 15 points somewhere. that's the same as getting an extra 100 points on the real deal. that would put me over 1400, which would be good, since i was supposed to get somewhere around 1550 by the time i graduate. that's the kind of leverage i have to have, they tell me, to go where i want to go.
of course, if i wasn't white and didn't have a british last name, i'd already be made thanks to the wonder of minority scholarships, since all white students are obviously so much more privileged than all minority students.
i hate that i'm white and have a british last name.
