I think that in order to avoid the courses that bore me in my certificate (I have 2 courses and one capstone, where I write my thesis, left), I am going to take courses like African History and get that approved by the dept, because they talk about African Islam in that class. Plus one of the professors in the CMCU teaches the class occasionally. I just hope that they talk abot Islam in the 2nd semester course and not just the first, cause then I'm out of luck. But I don't want to take any more courses about the middle east or arabs or any of that, I'm sick of it. Plus those are the ones they always "encourage" you to take, when most muslims aren't even arab! boo. So I have to try and take other classes and make them fit into the certificate, because that's what I'm more interested in anyways. Plus I think that this africa class would lead nicely into my capstone tutorial, as that is going to be on muslim slaves in brazil. Right?
OK, on to more interesting topics:
Thursday evening I was in the gym, waiting for a treadmill, and these two girls were on side-by-side treadmills talking (very loudly) to each other:
Skinny Girl #1: Oh. my. god. You would not believe what I ate today!
Skinny Girl #2: WHAT?!
SG1: I ate HALF of a halloween-sized hersheys bar -- with almonds -- TWO sticks of a kit-kat, AND a hersheys kiss!!!
SG2: WHOA!!!
SG1: Yeah. So now I have to punish myself. So this morning I went running and I just went to yoga class, and now I'm back to the treadmills.
...silence for a moment or two...
SG1: So I went out with the twins last saturday.
SG2: Oh really? Which one?
SG1: No, both of them. Which led me to fulfilling one of their wildest and most disgusting fantasies ever, but that's a story for later.
[Thank god she didn't want to tell that story then!]
...pause in conversation...
SG1: So I saw my mom recently (who's no skinny biddy herself!!) and she said that although my abs have gotten smaller, I still have big lips.
...So I have to work out more now.
[Later, in the locker room]
SG1 enters. Rolls her shorts down more (I can see why those twins didn't have trouble finding someone to fulfill their fantasy, from how low she was wearing her shorts and how short they already were...), and pulls her shirt up. Examines her stomach from every angle in the mirror while wearing a pouty face. Pokes it a bit. Weighs herself twice. Stalks off to change clothes.
hehehehhehehe.
my friend has to write an essay for his psychology class on his notes on observing abnormal behavior (such as his roommates who refuse to sleep in beds...ever...because they grew up in crowded immigrant households where they didn't get to sleep in beds). I told him this story and he loved it and said maybe for his final paper he should interview twins and find out what their "wildest and most disgusting fantasies" involve. He said he wanted to especially interview girls. I punched him. Then we went to a cook-out. (anyways, he and his friend had to sponge-bathe each other during nursing class the other day...he said it helped them bond..., so i've got plenty on him if needed.)
