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2004 5 July :: 10.28am
:: Mood: rushed
:: Music: interpol album on repeat
laughing too hard
andy n i are in the basement. andy's online *clears throat* and i'm watching the apocalyptica DVD (again) and i'm talking baout the teodore dude acting like a "sick bird" as andy put it. so i'm looking at this guy and i'm like, "he's like a sick bird. he's like a bird that you behead and he's still moving and twitching after he's dead. it's like trying to headbang without a head."
allow me to gush over apocalyptica. teodore is all yeah and things. he's the newest member of the band, he gets ALL the solos and he thinks he's all that. he headbangs like he has no head and dresses like he has no penis. it bothers me.
there's an old guy who's balding. he wears shiny clothes. i don't like it.
there's a man with short black hair, the odd one out cuz the rest of them have really light really long hair. he also has a vachinga. that's a vagina pattern on the chin.
then there's eicca. he's hot. he's talented. he's got the bod. he's got the fingers. he's got the most awesome hair. he has this gorgeous deep voice ("romance..."). he is not married. he can pull off leather. he's perfect. he can't be straight. *sigh* i adore him very much.
we've been thinking, we're very different children. we watch music DVDs instead of movies. like apocalyptica and smashing pumpkins. we orgasmed over billy, d'arcy and eicca. we rock. music addicts. what would you do without us?
bbq for 4th of july. never done that before, except for that time at the embassy. there was a cute little hcinese baby girl, bem bem running around, amoosed by andy's blue hair. she kept looking at the sky too. we lit fireworks and firecrackers cheered in kuwaiti. then we ran around barefoot in the sand, like kuwaiti children have done before us, like our ancestors did it. yeah.
what else? yeah. i am do the head. andy will do the head. jessye IS the head.
also. i played bowling today for the first time in my life. I WON! i had 70 points. andy 60. everyone else just sucked. it was awesome. i don't know anything about bowling, so i rolled the ball from between my legs. it was dubbed, ToTo style. i rock. in the words of andy "if there's a god, it's ToTo"; scary thought.
after bowling, we went to the arcade place, i did dance dance revolution again. barefoot. gougou filmed. then we got the little bumper car things. and THEN we did that ball room war! it was hilarious. you put sponge balls in guns and shoot them at people, then andy runs in and goes "i'm a target! i'm a target!" so we all shoot HER. we kept rotating targets. the targets picked up the balls and threw them at the gun-shooting people. it was funny. it was all "it's like palestine and israel." i felt like a palestinian.
stuff happened. when we got home they al went to sleep, it was just me n gougou in the basement. watching apocayptica. again. then we came upstairs and woke up andy and jessye. now i blog. the end. that was breif. considering i haven't updated in a while, not for real at least.
to all the people who are bored with the fact that i'm not updating and keeping them entertained with my life. go out and LIVE!
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2004 2 July :: 5.37pm
:: Mood: inspired
:: Music: zodiac - naked together
swing swing
swing swing
we're going back in time
sing sing
we're gonna cross the line
fling fling
why does it mean so much?
swing swing
why does it mean so much?
fine fine
we're gonna be just fine
mine mine
i'm gonna make this mine
wine wine
i'll pour you one more glass
fine fine
i'll pour you one more glass
kiss kiss
i still feel your breath here
this this
no worries and no fears
miss miss
i'm gonna miss those lips
miss miss
i'm gonna miss those lips
swing swing
the night's young and so'm i
sing sing
a teenage lullabye
fling fling
why does it mean so much?
swing swing
why does it mean so much?
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2004 2 July :: 3.41pm
:: Mood: *picks teeth*
:: Music: distorted penguins - about you
where was i?
alright. marina. me and AC. we went to virgin for a bit, then made our merry ways to the one. barney joined us soon after. then came ozy and patrick. andy and la tete. funny midget-wrestling on the couch. then cuddling with ozy (he started it). after we made insane amounts of noise and figured out the bill, (scared patrick shitless; he missed a placebo concert and he had backstage passes too) we went our separate (for now) ways. i found the quiet guitarist at virgin, and we glonked together for a bit while patrck, ozy, barney and AC roamed virgin and andy and jessye went to find credit for andy's fone. we finally got kicked out and walked to the other side. ozy and patrick left for the food court. we went to tche tche. *makes evil sign at name*, then forgot barney there and went to johnny rocket's where AC and i developed plans for our penis. the penis duo called, and the guitarist boy left, and we were all together again, full. virgin. again.
[the following passage has been removed for mental purposes]
then i came home and proposed to laurence. andy don't hurt me....
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2004 1 July :: 4.24pm
:: Mood: *flicks wrist* ohay
:: Music: lenny kravitz - believe in me
today!
AC spent the night! that rocked, i didn't think that was gonna happen, ever. so we wake up today at around 7, and my mom goes "oh my God you BOTH slept in bed? oh wake up, she's so small and short..." *giggle* she loves AC, just because she's short. it was hilarious.
basically, she's sitting there on my floor in her tiny little shorts and my oversized t-shirt. then my brother walks in. i go "no no no no..." and he leaves. then i go to the kitchen. he asks "who was that? she's a new face." and i go "my friend. noor. she's m7ajaba. you weren't supposed to walk in." and he goes "but i saw her hair. and her legs." i'm like "that's why you should knock." then he goes "wait a minute, is this noor as in beladi's noor?" and i go "yeah." so he grins. "i got to see her hair before he did. i'm gonna go tell him now." funny.
so right, morning. i wake up, wash up, wake AC up, we drive to KU so that i can take my entrance exam. math and english. we see the entire school there. exaggeration, but you get the idea. fara7 fayyad (commie!) and amirah and CONCUBINE I HEART YOU! (who is NOT dark by the by) and and and THE HOT GUY FROM A BLOCK! *joy and dancing*. the english was piss easy (yesterday there _______ two cars parked here. a)was b)is c)were d)are ) the math screwed me over. the end. *blames andy*
while i was taking the exam AC went to the airport with my brother and mother. let's not talk about that. just imagine it.... my mother. my brother. AC. 2 hours.
so we went home, then we went to AC's house where i slept. then marina. woo woo. complications. i continue later.
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2004 29 June :: 11.47pm
:: Mood: scerred (and slumber party in my stomach)
:: Music: andy glonking
we are living out the male sexual fantasy of all-girl sleep overs
right. andy n i are sitting here. andy glonking in her skirt and push-up bra, me in boxers and a not push up but NICE bra. jessye is in the shower. now she's in a towel. why you may ask.
right, so jessye came in the airport, we partied, i "yababt" and things. we came home, we ate. we talked a LOT and we ate. we laughed and ate. hold on it gets better. i'll get into other details later, but in the meantime, i must speak of jessye's first arab adventure.
andy gets a bright idea that, at 6 in the morning, we should go take a walk, since it's nice out. so we went. we walked. on the way to the park, a car drives by and greets us. the nice american girl greets back, not aware of the laws of fintas. the car stalks us. we try to lose it, run into a baqalla where a guy that has been driving around playing insanely loud egyptian music awaits us. we linger in the baqalla, then check to see if the coast is clear. it's not. the egyptian guy asks me, "police?" and i go "....no." we wait a little more, then decide to make a run for it. the egyptian guy decides, "no, stay here, have a drink." he pulls out 3 pepsis from the little thing, hands one to each of us, and insists we stay for a while, to chill. we politely do so. one thing, jessye's a diabetic, she can't have pepsi. i'm a recovering heart patient. i can't have pepsi. we silently sip. then we thank the man very much, we must go and we're sorry, we have nothing to pay for the drinks. he says "no no, if you need anything, call me" and he gives each of us his card. we thank him, we leave and sneak around back roads all the way home. it gets better. the car kept showing up again (this nasty white '83 benz) and we'd have to take detours. also, the loud egyptian man also passed by us a couple times, making sure we'd call him if we needed anything. and we're home. as soon as we got home we realized how hot it was out. so we took off our shirts, i tok off my pants, and we lay around. then one by one we shower. andy just got out of the shower. it's my turn now. wow. interesting day. i bet their entries will also be interesting to read.
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2004 28 June :: 5.38pm
dual spirits
i was listening to the oldies radio station on the way home from work and i had a daydream about doing karaoke. joe and i would be at someone's wedding or some other type of large party, and we'd be singing "you've lost that lovin' feeling" by the righteous brothers. we would be all cheesy and get really into it, like, getting down on our knees, grasping toward the sky, clutching our hearts, walking up to girls and singing to them -- all of it. then we'd get to the breakdown part and start singing all high and screaming, "baaybay, baaybay! baaybay, BAYBAY! i need your loove!" and it would be so hilarious and fun!
of course, i'd make sure joe had a few fruity drinks in his system first.
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2004 28 June :: 8.14am
:: Mood: dirty *scratches head*
:: Music: hayden
the day
i'm at andy's house! woo woo!
ok so the day started crap crap crap, my mother stuck various coloured pencils in my eye, and THEN, i FINALLY get my brother to drive me to fintas. before i get there i call andy "i'm almost there, could you come outside, and bring a small water bottle with you?" i got there. i waited. i went inside, got the water myself. i went to the basement and hung out with jake and sarah. then i went upstairs. she was STILL on the computer. talking to laurence. kids...
so yeah, i throw down my stuff, we go sponge shopping. as we amble down the stairs i say something, and then andy replies with something totally random. i turn around, shake my head, and go " deaf american girl, get your boobs out of your ears." she sits on the stairs and laughs. ms jackie said it was so that she wouldn't pee on herself. we go and we're in the sponge place and we're going around looking for.... something. then we find this really comfy bed. throw ourselves on it. suddenly irealize, i've never had a pillow fight in a public place before. i mean the fantasy pillow fight, in our underwear and stuff, on a bed. must do that sometime. *makes mental note*. we did have a pillow fight of sorts though. and then, we leave and go the other sponge place, look at ugly bedrooms, buy a bag of white stuff, and then RUN to fantasy world. no really RUN. like little kids. arms in the air, feet too far apart. running through bushes and things. as soon as we walk in, i see the car models. i'm mesmerized. they had every ferrarri except a dino. fools. we looked at BJ and barney dolls. i looked for fingerboards. we found a magical goonie thing. then made fun of bratz. wait! it gets better! as soon as we leave andy goes "TRAMPOLINE!"
she's running towards it, JUMPS on without a care in the world, flip flops flying off, and she's jumping. me, i had trouble getting my sneakers off. then i had trouble climbing onto the damned thing. then i jumped too! my phone flew out of my pocket in a second, and i dove after it. it was hilarious fun. wow.
panting and wheezing, we go back to the car, get dinner and lemonade (lemonade rocks! why have i never tried it before?) go home, things things things. and THEN, we're up here, glonking. andy tries on her dress, this beautiful, gorgeous (i took so many pictures) gown, really classy. she's standing there in ehr heals and i go "the only problem is jewelery. i wish you had something fancier on." what does she reply? "well shit happens". whatever class she portrayed, killed it, BUTCHERED IT, CHEWED IT UP LIKE TOBACCO AND SPAT IT OUT IN THE THING. *shakes head* that girl, i'll swanee...
right. i slept early-ish. but then i heard stories. i deny.
oh! i bit her in the arm last night and now there's this big round bruise there! *giggle* she bruises like a peach. i enjoy it. *makes mental note to give bruise BALANCE*
io'm gonna go shower now. *scratches head* damned lice....
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2004 28 June :: 12.40am
i really just want to write.
your worst enemy is fear. mine is fear too. we're all so scared of everything. scared scared scared. fear is almost always a catalyst in these decisions of life. scared to do something, so we don't; scared of what will happen if we don't do it, so we do. all these comfort zones fueled by fear. fear of breaking out and being alone. fear of hearts breaking. fear of love. what are we doing here? what do you fear? why? what aren't you doing? what aren't you living?
give yourself a chance. you can do this. you really can. anyone can live. have you ever really tried to love or to love yourself? don't you see everything you can be? you can be anyone. you can see anything. you can love anyone. you have this freedom. you're alive.
look deeper. try harder. think more. listen more. talk less. love.
we can make this world work. all of us, we can do this. we can love each other and we can be happy.
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2004 27 June :: 8.38am
:: Mood: trapped
:: Music: muse - butterflies and hurricanes
ever feel like it doesn't matter what you do because someone else did it first?
maybe not the right question. still, it's the question i usually think about. then i also think, when you're someone's somone, and then that someone fucks up, are you also at fault?
maybe. who knows? i don't know. it's not like i CHOSE to be someone's someone. alright.
this has been brought to you by a7mad's sister.
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2004 26 June :: 6.34pm
 I am The Lovers
The Lovers often refers to a relationship that is based on deep love - the strongest force of all. The relationship may not be sexual, although it often is or could be. More generally, the Lovers can represent the attractive force that draws any two entities together in a relationship - whether people, ideas, events, movements or groups. For a full description of your card and other goodies, please visit LearnTarot.com
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2004 26 June :: 4.55pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: the chords andy played, recorded and sent me an age ago
sweet tooth
wake up from a dream
then you fall asleep
wish that i could be
there forever
nudity is free
everyone's a queen
anyone can be
king forever
maybe in the next life
dreams like this come true
maybe in the next life
we'll have something to do
bubble candy dream
sugar chewy sweets
caught between my teeth
sounds like heaven
everyone can see
sticky naked me
dancing happy free
in my heaven
maybe in the next life
dreams like this come true
maybe in the next life
we'll have something to do
we'll slide down a lollipop
and climp to the cotton candy top
fly to the moon on bubble gum
where no cavity can come
rock candy beaches and soda shores
there's no excuse to ask for more
then dance naked in fruit punch rain
and do it all over again
dark night chocolate gleam
on the juicy stream
in my candy dream
so beautiful
have you ever seen
tasted something sweet
wonderful to eat
it's beautiful
maybe in the next life
dreams like this come true
maybe in the next life
we'll have something to do
we'll slide down a lollipop
and climp to the cotton candy top
fly to the moon on bubble gum
where no cavity can come
rock candy beaches and soda shores
there's no excuse to ask for more
then dance naked in fruit punch rain
and do it all over again
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2004 26 June :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: flirtatious
:: Music: deftones - one weak
ahhh, i met a girl recently...
ok so i'm in virgin with barney and we're looking at guitars and there's this really cute guy standing there with awesome hair (ponytail) and apparently he goes there so much, the guy lets him handle the customers and i go "do you only have accoustics here?" and he's all "no we have SPANISH (moan) and he picks one up, tunes it, then starts playing. REALLY playing. smells like teen spirit. hotel california. and then he starts laughing and goes "it's bad tuning, i'm bad at tuning" so i go "you play?" and hes' "yes, 2 or 3 years" and i go "oooooh" (totally hitting on him, this is the part where i lean forward cross my arms and give him a look down my shirt) so we start talking, barney tries hitting on him, but i kinda kill that. anyhow he asks me what kinda music i'm into, and apparently he hasn't been out since the 80s, he didnt even know the foo fighters! so yeah, we start telling him all about this and that, and he goes "do you play?" and i'm *giggle* "just a beginner" and he goes you should get this dvd, it's 2.5KD and it teaches you how to read tabs and all the major and minor chords, i bought it when i first learned." then he goes"i actually bought a copy i can give you mine and i gush "oh i couldn't" and he's like "i've never met a girl that wants to learn guitar before. i could teach you" (he went to BSK and he just graduated, that's why he's so clueless and shy) and i go "really? how much would you charge?" and he goes "oh for free. i love playing guitar, but i usually play alone. there aren't any bands in kuwait." and i go "oh no way! there's a LOT of bands in kuwait, and one of them is looking for a soloist, i could get their number for you." and he's all "wow, thank you." things things things.
i have his number
he has mine
he will give free lessons
he's really shy and really cute (as in i wanna pinch your cheeks)
his name's mahmoud
he's syrian
oh before i left he was like "i'm so sorry!" he puts his head on that glass thing "i forgot your name" so i lean on the counter and go "if it's easier for you, call me jo"
then i saunter out the store
the end
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2004 26 June :: 5.30am
a prayer for laurence's mother.
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2004 26 June :: 4.44am
:: Music: radiohead - the gloaming
it is now the witching hour
right. i guess these past couple of days have been pretty dull. that's probably why i haven't updated much. good news, i've stopped eating. i'm past stage 2. bad news, i popped 3 of my knuckles and i couldn't quite pop them back into place and now they look kinda weird. i'm not so angry anymore. moving on from this topic (i swear i'm not usually so.... this), i went to my dad's place yesterday. let me tell you all about THAT.
ok, so i go up to him (and please imagine all of this in kuwaiti please) and i stit down next to him and say, "baba, i'm taking the entrance exam for Kuwait University sometime in the next couple of weeks." and he goes "good. because you're not going anywhere else." and i said "i thought maybe you n i could go together, you could take me there." and he reads his paper and goes "ok. call me." and after a momentary pause i go "baba, you taught me to have more than one option. i remember you always told a7mad (my big brother for those that don't know) to have more than one option. well my first option is KU, but my chances of getting in with my GPA are 22%." he stops, puts down his paper and looks at me. "why? you're a smart girl. what's your GPA?" "3.42 and it's not just that. even if i had a 4.0, my chances of getting into KU would be 25%." "why"
"it's just the way KU works." silence... "baba i've already been acccepted in two other universities. i've been accepted into University of Denver and American University of Dubai." "why did you apply to them without telling me?" "i didn't, college board sent them my SAT scores and then they asked the school for my transcript." "SAT?" "it's this universal thing that most universities ask for. it's just math and english." "you love them both" "yes i do" what'd you get?" "1250 out of 1600" "that doesn't sound good." "yeah it's very good. i only know 3 other people that got higher than me. 1280, 1290, 1310." "oh. well then that's really very good." "i still want to go to KU, but i want to have other options too. in case i don't get accepted, i want to make sure i have other choices. i can't go to a private university, we don't have the money and neither do you. if i can't get into KU, i may have to leave for a university education." silence. "it would be really hard on you to live in a faraway land. inshallah you'll get accepted into KU, we'll use wastas if we have to." "inshallah. but baba, i had to switch majors 3 times to go into KU" "oh?" "yes. my first choice was the army but they don't let women in. my second choice was genetic engineering but we don't have that major here, we only give scholarships for it. my third choice was piloting, but they don't give scholarships for that or teach it here, we have to pay for it with our own money." "si what are you taking now?" "engineering of some sort." "you should take mechanical engineering, or electrical engineering" "whatever you say, baba." "i only want what's best for you." "i know. baba, i got a lot of mail from some pretty good universities." "bring it over next time." "inshallah." "now go help your aunt (stepmom) prepare lunch."
PARTY! I'M LEAVING THIS SHITHOLE!
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2004 25 June :: 5.31am
that's right
officially smitten. hard-core.
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2004 24 June :: 7.12am
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: deftones - moana
somehow calm as she walks offstage
everybody's carrying on with their lives. i should too.
so last night i went to shhaab and shahooda's birthday party. it was weird, because i haven't seen any of my cousins in so long. jana was there, only oh my God she lost a lot A LOT of weight. she looked really good. i was so surprised. fatma, she just...... sort of ballooned out sideways and no one really said anything about it. and they sat on their couch with lulu and 7anan, cousins in law, and talked together and exchanged little kuwaiti hijabi girl stories. what'd i do? after i got through saying hello to osama (who was VERY friendly) and ahmad (who was trying to avoid shaking my hand, after that disaster last year with his melodramatic insanely jealous wife), i made it a point to go hang with my more loved cousins. namely, shhaab, shahooda, fawaz (all 12 year olds) and 7asoon (2 year old). since a7mad and osama were all married n things, they wanted to be tight-asses and watch the game. a7mad brought his kid, latoofa, sweet girl. very lovable. lulu's pregnant again. it's like she didn't even breathe, as soon as she popped out latifa, she's pregnant again. she's almost due now. *dislikes lulu*. so i played soccer with shhaab and fawaz. fawaz played goalie, shhaab and i demonstrated some fancy foot work. he beat me 3 to 1. *hangs head in shame* in my defense, i suck at soccer. so we set up a basketball game, one on one, me n shhaab. the next thing i know, shahad and fawaz are also playing, and it's me against all three of them. it was hilarious, cuz if i couldn't get the ball, i'd just pick up whoever it was that happened to be holding it, then run to the opposite end. close game, i won 52 to 47. *dances*. kuwaiti/lebanese kids are better at soccer than they are at basketball. my cousins, jana and fatma, looked on in distaste. lulu was all but disgusted (she was in fact sick a couple of times) and 7anan politely looked away. my behavior, as far as they were concerned, was shameful. i was sixteen. lulu and 7anan's mothers were both there, and they both had eligible sons. i was supposed to sit nicely before them, much as jana and fatma did, and hope they would like me best and marry me to their sons. i however, wanted nothing to do with it. i finally got to wrestling with the three. the last time i'd wrestled with fawaz, shhaab and shahooda at the same time, they were 10. now they're twelve. i got the hell beaten out of me. swollen lip, swollen eye, and i keep blowing blood out of my nose. but it was so worth it. also, i may limp for some week now. i had the time of my life pissing off the pretty ladies. my hair and clothes were a right mess afterwards, and my face took a good beating, but i didn't care. i had fun. it's all that should matter. finally, my mother decided it was time to go, and all the way home in the car, she gushed over how funny it was to watch my cousins stare at me in shock. they had told her i was being a child, and should be reprimanded severely once we got home. my sides hurt we laughed so much. eventually tho, we got into that fight about racism.
my mother thinks all syrians are bad people by nature. meaning, she truly beleives there is this gene called a syrian gene that makes people cold-hearted and treacherous. there's also an egyptian gene that makes them stingy and greedy apparently. how could i argue with that? i was shocked. my mother, the PhD, actually beleived this, as in she truly did hold this as scientific fact. she said, of course there are exceptions, but those exceptions go through great turmoil to overcome their true blood. *bangs head on hard objects*
wait, the night gets better.
i got online, as always, talking to people. barney had an orgy with me, concubine, beladi, andy. we missed AC. well i missed AC. i was also talking to laurence, kaileen and ozy. i'm talking to ozy and he asks me how i feel and i totally break down. maybe i should mention, he's got his webcam on and i can see him. i'm completely crying over here, missing blag, and he suddenly goes very still. he goes "now i feel bad" and i go "why?" and he goes "because i thought you were ok". this is the freaky part. he started crying. i was so shocked i stopped crying. he was trying to stop himself for a bit, then he got up, got a tissue, and walked around his room. he paced a bit, then sat back down. i asked him if he was ok. he says "yea..." then he gets up again. a lot of talking followed this strange occurence. a lot of mushy, emotional talking. a lot of promises i was ok. a lot of promises i would be. a lot of promises he'd be there for me. a lot of promises. eventually i couldn't handle it and went to sleep. long night. strange night.
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2004 22 June :: 3.06pm
:: Mood: temporary joy ride
:: Music: jay leno thing
the next day
right. i woke up today cuz my mom called me and woke me up. she took me for a facial *touches face* then to chili's to meet barney and lulu. i told lulu all about the breakup. i got angry and everything. then we went back to barney's place and that's when the drama began. we made fudge, and i cheered up, then lulu took my phone and read his message again. then i got depressed again. then she tried to tlak me into taking a buble bath. then i got mad and yelled at her. i think the crowning moment of the day was when i went to barney's closet, curled up, and toppled all the clothes over my head. eventually i dragged myself up, showered, let lulu do my hair, put on eye liner *dum dum dum* and... just got up. i spent the rest of the day in sniffles and whining like you wouldn;t believe. i made myself all pretty and then just hung around the house and missed him. i've never had a tough breakup before. it's odd. i don't like it. *shrug* i guess morrow's just another day. i'll live. whatever. it doesn't even make a difference anymore.
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2004 21 June :: 5.32pm
:: Mood: ....*blink*
so it's over. blag n i broke up. just like that. not really just like that. he sent me this msg from his phone, after i might add, a fantastic date in the movies, involving cudling, kissing and various forms of hoo-hah. he said, and i quote word for word, with punctuation and all, typos and everything:
"Well then. Its gonna sound a bit horrid but fine. Honestly now, how many times have you lied to me? After that, just out of curiosity how many guys have really been in your pants? And finally have you been trying to avoid me. There's alot to support. In the end i ask. What's wrong. Tell me before both of us get ourselves into nasty situations that neither of up wants or needs."
i gave him everything. he gave me shit. now it's over.
the end.
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2004 20 June :: 4.05pm
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2004 19 June :: 12.52pm
:: Music: smashing pumpkins - disarm
i used to be a little boy!
You are a MASTER of the English language!
While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...
How grammatically sound are you?
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2004 18 June :: 6.28pm
:: Music: laurence - to love you
andy.... eat this *evil laughter*
laurence is sex: i have the attention span of a fish
SPNirvana67: and the sex drive of a kangaroo!
funny shit. ok i'm talking and it's all blag ozy james some weird random dude laurence kaileen sarah swedish deftones fan and i'm all DUDE! and just now in the past 10 minutes, blag, ozy, the swedish dude, the weird dude, james kaileen sarah all slept!
good night!
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2004 18 June :: 6.30am
:: Mood: bouncing to 80's music
:: Music: smashing pumpkins
catching up
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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2004 17 June :: 4.27pm
:: Music: REM
this is how i've felt all week!
shiny happy people laughing
meet me in the crowd
people, people
throw your love around
love me, love me
take it into town
happy, happy
put it in the ground
where the flowers grow
gold and silver shine
shiny happy people holding hands
shiny happy people laughing
everyone around
love them, love them
put it in your hands
take, it take it
there's no time to cry
happy, happy
put it in your heart
where tomorrow shines
gold and silver shine
shiny happy people holding hands
shiny happy people laughing
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2004 16 June :: 5.39am
:: Mood: horny
:: Music: us complaining
HOO-HAH!
THis is Alyssa. I'd update my own journal but I already have, like. 223855439853764326875207952498 times already today (big number)
Yeah. We're hornay (that was a typo but it makes us laugh, so we're keeping it)
Yeah. Hoo-hah. Give some.
To us.
Before we give each other some. *scoots away from ToTo*
If ToTo could do anyone right now, she'd do MAtt Bellamy.
Honestly, Laurence, you're #1 on my list. *licks* we've been staringat your neck for an hour. No exaggeration.
We're sitting here staring at The Neck and a picture of some half-naked lady
The hoo-hah gets to your head.
Okay, this is sad. You know what.
THE END!!!
but we'll be back!
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2004 16 June :: 9.13pm
| How to make a stimpy |
Ingredients:
1 part friendliness
5 parts crazyiness
1 part joy |
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of emotion |
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