Strange Weekend Indeed

I'm a bit late with this post, but alas, school has certainly become my primary lover.

This past weekend was standard protocol; I went to Derek and Lindsay's place after class and spent much of my time either drooling over Airsoft or playing video games. I attempted to beat Super Metroid in under three hours, but unfortunately, my haste led me to be severely underpowered to fight Phantoon. I'm sure I'd be in a much worse predicament when faced with Ridley, considering I have trouble beating him when decently powered. Regardless, just as Derek finally caught a Hylian Loach Friday evening, I shall achieve this challenge one day as well!

Also, the Albino Twins and I saw Coraline in 3D. I initially suspected the 3D to be nothing more than a gimmick, but it's actually quite the visual treat! That, coupled with how artistically amazing the movie itself was, left me quite speechless as I exited the theater. What truly blew my mind was that the movie is animated by stop-motion, not by CGI. It's nice to see that computers haven't truly replaced everything...yet...

Anyways, on Saturday night Lindsay's family came over to celebrate her 21st birthday. I was actually quite surprised at the minimal amount of focus placed on alcohol, considering this is white people we're talking about. However, more important was a conversation I had between Jacapo, the Italian foreign-exchange student and Chris, Lauren's all-American boyfriend.

Adil (in an obnoxious voice): Hey, Chris, you're Italian, right?
Chris: I'm of Italian descent, yeah, why do you ask?
Adil: Well, is Jacapo, like, your brother or something?
(Chris and Jacapo both blankly stare at me)
Adil: So like, can you speak your language to each other?
(They continue to look at me as if I'm mentally retarded)

Now, as preposterous and just plain stupid as I sounded, that is exactly how white people act when two people of similar backgrounds are in proximity to each other. I can't even recount how many times people have asked if I'm related to someone else of Desi, Arab, Persian, or even Filipino backgrounds, solely because we're "foreign."

However, that reminds me of one of my favorite memories with my idiot friends. Derek and Lindsay were driving me home when we stop at a red light. A car pulls up next to us and Lindsay peers out to see the inhabitants of the neighboring vehicles.

"OME* HEY ADIL THOSE GUYS IN THAT CAR LOOK JUST LIKE YOU"
*OME is used as a replacement for "OMG" by Twilight fans. The implication is that Edward is God.

Slightly annoyed, I look over, expecting to see a pair of typical Desis that, of course look like me, on account that we're brown. Damn white people, I think. Only, I see Faisal and Tahir looking back at me.

That bitch got lucky this time.

Anyways, enough digressions. Upon leaving my third home at UIC, I headed back to my second home in Evanston. What an adventure that was! Upon waiting for a Red Line train, I see two people engaged in what seemed to a be a fist fight to the death. I'm not sure why they were fighting, but they were really going at it. Of course, I couldn't keep myself from laughing at the scene. Neither could the CTA official watching.

And then while I was on the Red Line train going through Douchebagville, Chicago (AKA Lincoln Park), there was a rather overweight Korean guy standing in the middle of the train. He had this gigantic necklace hanging from his neck, which were actually speakers blaring techno music. Most of the people on the train weren't amused by his antics, judging by their groans. One man had the courage to stand up to him. One man and his popped collar.

"Hey asshole, this isn't your God damn club! Would you fucking shut that off?"
"What'd you say?!"
"I said get some fucking headphones if you wanna listen to that shit!"
"You want my ass, motherfucker?! You want my ass?!"

Mr. Korean Techno had a very awkward way of talking...like he never usually cusses, but was doing it to defend what little honor he had. You could even hear a slight hint of a whimper; he likely feared this alpha male. The two exchanged further profanities as everyone expected physical violence to erupt. Unfortunately, before that could happen, Mr. Korean let the weight of his speaker-necklace droop his head as he retreated into an adjacent car.

Maybe I should stop blasting Gusty Garden Galaxy while riding the train...