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Name: Zahra(Zuzu)
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Ann Arbor
Birthday: 5/10/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: books,music,traveling,art, the brits,
the whole shabangs really...
Expertise: Well rambling, writing, art, TV, movies(to an extent), poetry,Books aka my passion,Music (no teenybopper crap)and hopefully Islam!!:D
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  literarychic87
Member Since:
10/12/2003
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| Dear Xanga, I'm sorry that I have literally just forgotten and neglected you. I've met someone else.....named Facebook. I'm sorry it's just that you've changed (literally i didn't know how to update you a minute ago and whats with flags and weblogs?)
I'm just a different person now too. I want other things like walls and groups and poking. You understand.
Please don't say anything and make this difficult it's time to move on. It's not you, it's me. Please, Let's still be friends. -Zahra (fasting does the weirdest things with your mind) | | |
| I've been meaning to post this for awhile...I agree with everything.
She is so friggin awesome. Enjoy!:
Section: Extra Stuff
For Girls Only, Probably...
"Being thin.
Probably not a subject that you ever expected to read about on this
website, but my recent trip to London got me thinking...
It
started in the car on the way to Leavesden film studios. I whiled away
part of the journey reading a magazine that featured several glossy
photographs of a very young woman who is either seriously ill or
suffering from an eating disorder (which is, of course, the same
thing); anyway, there is no other explanation for the shape of her
body. She can talk about eating absolutely loads, being terribly busy
and having the world's fastest metabolism until her tongue drops off
(hooray! Another couple of ounces gone!), but her concave stomach,
protruding ribs and stick-like arms tell a different story. This girl
needs help, but, the world being what it is, they're sticking her on
magazine covers instead. All this passed through my mind as I read the
interview, then I threw the horrible thing aside.
But blow me
down if the subject of girls and thinness didn't crop up shortly after
I got out of the car. I was talking to one of the actors and, somehow
or other, we got onto the subject of a girl he knows (not any of the
Potter actresses – somebody from his life beyond the films) who had
been dubbed 'fat' by certain charming classmates. (Could they possibly
be jealous that she knows the boy in question? Surely not!)
'But,' said the actor, in honest perplexity, 'she is really not fat.'
'"Fat"
is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she
wants to hurt her,' I said; I could remember it happening when I was at
school, and witnessing it among the teenagers I used to teach.
Nevertheless, I could see that to him, a well-adjusted male, it was
utterly bizarre behaviour, like yelling 'thicko!' at Stephen Hawking.
His
bemusement at this everyday feature of female existence reminded me how
strange and sick the 'fat' insult is. I mean, is 'fat' really the worst
thing a human being can be? Is 'fat' worse than 'vindictive',
'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' or 'cruel'? Not to me; but then,
you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I'm
not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a
writer and earning my living by using my brain...
I went to the
British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped
into a woman I hadn't seen for nearly three years. The first thing she
said to me? 'You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!'
'Well,' I said, slightly nonplussed, 'the last time you saw me I'd just had a baby.'
What
I felt like saying was, 'I've produced my third child and my sixth
novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more
important, more interesting, than my size?' But no – my waist looked
smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
So
the issue of size and women was (ha, ha) weighing on my mind as I flew
home to Edinburgh the next day. Once up in the air, I opened a
newspaper and my eyes fell, immediately, on an article about the pop
star Pink.
Her latest single, 'Stupid Girls', is the
antidote-anthem for everything I had been thinking about women and
thinness. 'Stupid Girls' satirises the talking toothpicks held up to
girls as role models: those celebrities whose greatest achievement is
un-chipped nail polish, whose only aspiration seems to be getting
photographed in a different outfit nine times a day, whose only
function in the world appears to be supporting the trade in overpriced
handbags and rat-sized dogs.
Maybe all this seems funny, or
trivial, but it's really not. It's about what girls want to be, what
they're told they should be, and how they feel about who they are. I've
got two daughters who will have to make their way in this
skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to
be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were
independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original,
funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they
didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman
standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be
Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid
Girls. Rant over."
I <3 this women.
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| -Best song.
So there's six weeks or so..but i don't want the semester to end.
I was just adjusting to my schedule and workload, not to mention the ordeal
of registering for classes, b/c everytime at least one class dosen't
check out and sends me into a mild anxiety attack.Scratch mild out.
INSHALLAH this time will be the different!
So much is going on, classes, Lyceum meetings and NSOA starting up! Yep
Zuzu is part of orientation and I will be dealing with ungrateful
freshmen giving tours and whatnot.Should be intresting. Training starts
soon.can't wait.
Ya know what is such an awesomely underrated show?The office on thurs.
that show is so hilariously funny. And so I leave u all with a quote.
Dwight:I'm so healthy that I can raise and lower my cholestrol by simply using my concentration.
Pam:Why would anyone want to higher their cholestrol?
Dwight: (Pause) So I can lower it.
| Your Japanese Name Is... |  Sumi Karasuma |
Hahaha im a cute japense girl. | | |
| John Wilmot, was a sick dirty dirty guy. And he died early of syphillus.lol.
That was your Zuzu factoid of the day, courtesy of my Lit. class.
So it looks like I have succumbed to lack of xanga.
I choose facebook as my scapegoat.
I will not begin a rant about the weather, lets just say wind+zahra's hair=no good.
I soooo need to start excercising again, if not for my health, then for my grade- isn't that awful.
Sooo I'm giddy to say my book list is chock full.
The Lyceum was selling previously owned and donated books and sold them last week.
We're talking $1 books. I got 3 books including the real version of Dracula....sah-weet.
I can't wait to read them though, since I'm currently reading a book for my civil war class.
Not so thrilling i might add.
So i think i might be going to hell or limbo....I lost 2 library books!!!!!!!!!!i have no idea where they could have gone.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!! Seriously there goes 30 bucks. I asked the
librarian is there was like some kind of black list and if I was on it.
She said there wasnt. I think she's lying.
leave love or I'll get Emo, that's a threat.
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