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| moana (profile) wrote, on 6-18-2004 at 6:30am | |
| Current mood: bouncing to 80's music Music: smashing pumpkins Subject: catching up |
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| since i haven't updated in a bit, i will start from where i should start. the continuation of the day at marina. so 7amada bought a small caska. and 7amid was cheking it out. and before this blag left. and ozy n i shared an ice cream. then dzaner and 7amada left. then i made ozy pay for my ice cream. he's rich, it's ok. well we take a walk and go to virgin cuz andy wants a webcam. and a mic. we go to virgin, andy, ozy and i, and they are all sold out. i had to ask freaky stalker virgin dude. i mean his email is mr_virgin@hotmail or summat similar. *shudders* done with virgin, we go to the other side! and, you guessed it, got kicked off the walk for sitting. again. that makes 3 in a row. this is one of the strangest streak occurences of my life. we talked and laughed, and made jokes, then my mother calls and goes "i'm coming to pick you up!" and i go "ok" and we go sit at this caf'e right at the entrance. i was all, "you know how in new york if you sit in times square the whole world walks by? well in kuwait, if you sit in this exact spot all of kuwait walks by." it made me want to go to new york. and THEN, we're sitting there and after like 30 minutes my mother calls again and goes "i'm outside". took her long enough. anyhow, i hug ozy and this woman is staring death at me. it's one of those looks where you go"if looks could kill" and things like that. i laughed. then we waited outside for 10 minutes, ebcause my mother wasn't there yet. dude. men in too-short-shorts. i do not approve of ful-grown men in hot shorts. we ride in the car and get shawarmas on the way home and as soon as we got home, andy's mom is outside, so i walked her to the car. nice of me, eh? i go upstairs and my mom is in her sweats and her oldest hijab, and she goes "teach me how to swim." i throw on my bathing suit and we go downstairs, and it's like 11pm and no one's in the pool and it was nice. i gave her a breif lesson, and then she got up and decided that was enough. we'd been in the pool for 10 minutes. i sigh, get up, dry off and go back upstairs. good day. moving on... sleep over at barney's! you remember the smashing pumpkins DVD encounter. and that happened ,adn then barney got freaky. so i put her to bed. i swear it was like handling a drunken person. andy and i stay up talking, and we talk and then we talk and finally we decide it's time to go to sleep. we walk into barney's room and realize: there's not enough room on her bed, and she's all sprawled across the whole thing. the solution i come up with? yank the covers out from under her and toss them at the foot of the bed, where andy and i curl up to a beanbag chair. poor substitution, i couldn't stretch my feet out all the way, the bathrom door was in the way, and the floor hurt my back and the beanbag was huge and hurt my neck. at around quarter to two my phone rang. it made the sounds of smashing pumpkins - 1979. barney and andy were bothered. it took a while to wake me up. but i did get up, wrapped in the blankets and covers i'd used as bedspread, and joined andy and barney on the bed. it was the most wonderful feeling after the floor for so long. andy and i started sleepily singing 1979. i recorded. i will send it to you laurence, dear heart. barney then announces, she is spending the day with her sister. i roll out of bed and make arrangements to go to andy's house and help her with this bbq her mom is having. we get here and make cuppa cuppa cuppa! (which by the by tastes like CRAP) and a bunch of 7th graders come over. to entertain them, (all boys by the by) andy and i played twister. everytime we'd bend over the boys would start giggling. it was funny shit, these little 13 year olds checking out our asses as we twist ourselves into less than comfortable and more than slightly kinky positions. this guy filmed it! 70% of it was our asses and the remaining 30% was cleavage. it was hilarious and embarassing at the same time. the only vice... ok i started typoing this sentence then stopped to talk to others online and now i can't remember the rest of it. anyhow, laurence, you will also see this. then we went upstairs, and i'm trying to learn to play guitar so i'm upstairs in andy's room strumming my merry way, and you know what? i'm getting better! ha! i can play come as you are, kiss me, smoke on the water and nothing else matters. i'm almost there with short stories with tragic endings too. my fingers hurt though... and then and then and then. that's pretty much it i guess. i spent the night at andy's and here i am now blogging. i hope you enjoyed that. |
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cowboy67 | 06-18-04 3:52pm hey i heard your guitar skills! they seem to be coming along very nicely! you'll be a rockstar soon, inshallah! |
moana | Re:, 06-19-04 1:06pm haha thank you! it's confusing with all the switching from right-handed to left-handed playnig thing glonking thing... *shrugs* i'm no laurence or anything... *plays to love you..... again* |