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2004 8 December :: 1.41pm
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: pitter patter
I just went running in the rain. I thought of Joseph Fiorenza the whole time. It was one of the most invigorating expriences I've had in ages. I hope to someday run through and dance in the rain with you, Joe.
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2004 6 December :: 2.12pm
:: Music: bjork - possibly maybe
7amani: if i don't break it by the end of the year, you're going to prom with me.
andy: no you're taking my sister to prom!
me: can you take an eighth gradr to prom?
zed: what?! fajer, shoo had? (what's this?)
me: i'm taking her sister to prom.
zed: oh.
7amani: no! if i don't break this i take you to prom! like boy and girl!
i love 7amani frai7.
7amada: i can't move my head!
AC: who did your qitra for you?
7amada: the dutch boy.
i love faisal 7amada.
andy: guys look so hot in dishdashas.
me: yeah.
*douglas takes a picture*
me: DON'T MOVE! MY COUNTREYMEN!
douglas: ok, couples!
me: *grabs shamlawi and AC* let's go.
me: we should go stand with the couples.
zed: yeah, but first wait for the sand nigger and the white girl* to finish.
one good thing came out of senior pictures: great pictures taken not by the photographer, but by AC, douglas, 7amani and others.
*sand nigger = nashmi; white girl = andy.
CHUM CHUM CHUM! OO CHUM CHUM CHUM! CHUM CHUM CHUM!
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2004 4 December :: 1.33am
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: ozy and i singing 99 red balloons at the top of our lungs even though i lost my voice this morning
forensics
i'm sitting in java class with no teacher (our teacher left and forgot to assign this block a sub) missing everyone already.
i got 3rd place impromptu. i can't believe they gave jessica first palce, i mean she didn't even follow the rules when i saw her! but i didn't see her in finals so that's unfair of me to say. i didn't see anyone in finals, i went last. everyone watched. it was scary.
monty got first place for comic oral interp, which i knew he'd get.
father:"handsel, why do you keep shopping?"
handsel:"i'm not shopping, we don't have any money because you couldn't sell lenny, remember?"
father:"who's lenny?"
wof:"keep up, handsel!"
teimor made it to the finals, but didn't make any impromptu medals, which was ok because he got one for debate. and to think i was most nervous about going up against him.
andy and liane got first place for serious duet acting! i knew that was gonna happen, too!
liane got second place for comic oral interp? excuse me? that thing was so retarded it was funny.
shamlawi got second in oratory! YAAAAAAAY! i'm surprised she didn't make first.
AC and i figured that they didn't give sheri and trevor first place for comic duet acting because they didn't want AISK to get first in both duets. but they still got second! joe and his person got first.
AC and sheri got third place in serious duet acting.
adam came out on the bus!
shamlawi and i humped some other girl for skittles.
i chain smoked the whole time i was waiting for the results to come out.
i took off my shirt and pants on a dare right in front of the multi-purpose fine arts rooms.
i wish this past weekend could have gone on forever. i had the best time and i really miss everyone.
*sigh*
it was one of the greatest weekends, and i'm glad all of my closest friends were a part of it.
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2004 2 December :: 6.01pm
:: Music: Deftones - Lucky You
Phone Conversation between Laurence and Joe:
"Blah, blah, yap, yap, shootin' the shit"
Joe: *SNEEZE!*
Laurence: *stops*".....did you just sneeze?"
Joe: "uh.. yeah"
Laurence: "Woo! We've reached a mile stone! I've actually heard you sneeze!"
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2004 29 November :: 1.16pm
:: Music: stevie wonder - isn't she lovely
random comdey from a while back
i was going through some old conversation logs and i found a couple that i remember had me laughing too hard. this is good for me because if i think any more about average proportional growth probability and projected population census i may have a fit.
toto says:
i know, she's crazy like that
kristian says:
...said the girl who ate a box of condoms...
toto says:
you said that was just a dream!
kristian says:
i lied
toto says:
oh my God! this is unbelievable!
kristian says:
that's not all; hey remember that time when u woke up with paint all over u and i told u it was suzie from when we were at the carnival?
becc says:
lol member that time lucy passed out and we stuck the cherry in her mouth and she started throwing up all over the place?
toto says:
wtf no?!?!
becc says:
o shyt that was u
toto says:
any other confessions?
becc says:
yeah. that time we slept on the roof, i didn't realy lock us out, i jus really wanted to spend the night on the roof
toto says:
any SERIOUS confessions?
becc says:
well, i set a pig on fire 1ce
toto says:
bad becca
becc says:
at least i dint blow up lusiferz washing machine
toto says:
hey that was a scientific experiment, how was i supposed to know soap was so flammable?
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2004 28 November :: 2.55am
:: Music: coldplay - the scientist
thanksgiving is not just about food
i figure life isn't like nicotine or alcohol where if you stay out of it for anywhere between 48 hours and 18 months, it washes itself naturally out of your system. who would've thunk it?
laurence knows what i'm talking about. if i don't leave here, i will die.
but in the meantime, please, enjoy me, enjoy our conversations, enjoy our laughter and our time together. by all means, feel free to care for me if you feel compelled to do so. and know that i care for you, too.
i guess in the spirit of the thanksgiving i never had...
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2004 26 November :: 2.03pm
It's a thin line between Love and Hate.
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2004 23 November :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: *giggle*
:: Music: muse - plug in baby
look out world.
guajiragoddess: i wasnt sure you were coming back:-)
laurence is sex: i always come back
guajiragoddess: haha
guajiragoddess: doesnt that sound like a romantic cheesy movie
laurence is sex: *gets down on one knee*
guajiragoddess: lol
guajiragoddess: *slaps desk*
laurence is sex: come on baby, you and me
laurence is sex: we could take on the world
laurence is sex: i know they say we're crazy, but who cares what people say?
guajiragoddess: lol STOP
laurence is sex: *giggles*
laurence is sex: oh man, the world is in serious shit if you and i ever got involved in "romance"
guajiragoddess: *bangs head against wall*
guajiragoddess: SERIOUS shit
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2004 20 November :: 5.39am
:: Mood: wishful
:: Music: muse - unintended
on a much lighter note...
what i would do to meet him.
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2004 20 November :: 2.47am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: radiohead - i might be wrong
what would i do?
"A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of Communism. All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcize this spectre: Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police spies.
Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as Communistic by its opponents in power? Where the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opoosition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?
Two things result from this fact:
I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European Powers to be itself a Power.
II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their arms, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a Manifesto of the party itself."
-The Communist Manifesto
(the future looked much brighter in 1848 than it does today i'm afraid. there was a time when equality was a dream, now it's a fiction. there was a time when freedom was a hope, now it's a 'concept'.
the political situation of the world today saddens me. in a world where we pride ourselves in global civilization, racism, sexism and the defiance of any popular authority for the sake of defiance are rampant. to become different is no longer a happening of chance, it is a well-thought out and carefully planned sales campaign.
we're selling ourselves, our souls and our families. all we want is to be loved? and this i waht we do for love? we give away our most treasured and irreplacable valuables: our personalities.
for the sake of love?
no. for the sake of money.
and you know what saddens me the most?
i want money, too.)
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2004 15 November :: 6.55am
:: Music: scorpions - new generation
spending the night at andy's
talking in the kitchen...
me: you remember last year around exams when i kept drawing naked women all over the place?
andy: yeah.
me: were they all too skinny?
andy: i don't know. i love drawing naked women. i think they're the most beautiful things in the world. i love naked women.
*two moms enter kitchen*
andy: this is not appropriate conversation...
i see something flying around the room...
me: there's something flying in your room
andy: ew *throws a hair brush at it*
me: hey! what if it was some maigcal fairy that's here to make all our dreams come true?
while talking about les mis...
andy: marius is a dick, i don't believe in him.
me: so... you don't believe in dicks?
after lunch...
andy: i'm hungry.
me: we just had lunch.
*both go silent*
andy: maybe we're in the twilight zone...
while andy reads some history thing
"In part under the influence of Marxism and in part inspired by the French Annales school, they insisted on studying history "from below".
come on, you don't have to be a toto to see how wrong that is.
just now:
andy: remember that thing i said, don't touch my mouse, don't touch my feet?
me: that's not funny.
andy: it was funny at the time.
me: but wasn't it like 6 30 in the morning? a lot of things are funny at 6 30 in the morning.
andy: no, it was when you were trying to play footsie with me.
talking to shamlawi on the phone:
shamlawi (on speaker phone): i can't believe there are racist people in the house of God.
me: there should be a sign on the door.
andy: "no assholes in the house of God."
shamlawi: i mean it's just sick, it's so...
andy: *starts playing mary had a little goonie thing with the keypad*
more madness to come. COME! *giggles*
and we'll think of more stuff later.
oh and p.s. andy's cat, luna, has a weird pee fetish.
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2004 14 November :: 11.18am
I want a girl that I can sing HIM songs to
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2004 12 November :: 5.37pm
I find Teri Hatcher to be quite delectable
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2004 12 November :: 3.09pm
:: Music: dead or alive - you spin me right round
modern art
andy: look! it's a blue trash can! it's ART!
me: yes! and inside is a piece of GUM. it represents the YOUTH!
andy: the youth is wasted in the garbage!
me: and there's pink juice all over it!
andy: the BLOOD of the innocent!
modern art, ladies and gentlemen. there's nothing quite like it.
damien: so this girl chops the top part of her ear off, right?
me: what?!
damien: well she didn't actually chop it off herself, she had someone else do it for her.
me: why?
damien: it was a performance piece. it was art! she was proving a point on how the world is deaf.
me: that's just sick.
damian: so here's my thought. this lass cuts a bit of her ear off, and she's an artist. how come you got all buggered when i cut that tiny part of your ear off?
me: i didn't get paid to do it and the only point it proved was that you can't pierce a thing when you're wasted.
modern art is about something very special.
maymay: i think a tattoo is a form of art.
me: yours isn't.
maymay: why not?
me: it's a tattoo of your brother's name.
maymay: but it's on my ass, and that's a piece of art.
modern art is about expressing emotion.
sarah: lebanese people are all about honking, i can't go anywhere without the honking, it's ridiculous!
me: yeah i remember that being an annoyance for me.
sarah: why do they do it? is it like britney's art?
me: britney spears?
sarah: yeah.
me: how do you mean?
sarah: well it's just a lot of noise about being angry and horny. art, right?
modern art. can't live with it, can't get rid of it.
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2004 10 November :: 7.07am
:: Mood: my head is about to spin off my neck and fly into
:: Music: fiona apple - please send me someone to love
attention sil vous plais!
this is being onlining partying in the honouring of your two favourite people. that's right, Laurence Anthony Vanden Boom and Fajer Khaled Ahmad Boarki. i forget what the occasion is, but party!
all are invited. AC, i know you're gonna read this in a couple hours, so i want you there especially because you and danielle just have to meet.
in the commenting portion of this post, people shall begin to agree on a time and things. i want to say woohu chat, but AC is sad like that.
msn might have to be the answer.
laurence, i know you're busy, but ORGANIZE MY DAMN PARTY!
i think i'm out of things to get people to do for me.
matrices transformations and translations test: i have no clue, like literally, no clue how i did. it was easy. too easy. i must have done something wrong.
TOEFLs: 237-293 (out of 300). not bad at all, eh? oh but there was this one part in the contract where it said "i shall not disclose any information to any persons or entities." persons or entities? like, don't tell foofoo and larry? or don't call up wayne on the phone, "hey wayne! you and murry will never guess what the essay question on my TOEFL was!"
monologue performance: she hated it. conway, chum-umha, hated it. "it's not personal, we're not learning about you, i see no real convictions in your performance, you sound like an earnest teenager." bitch. so i'm re-writing it this break.
college applications: i gave in a request for my transcript and have downloaded about seven college applications, with the help of my beloved faroo7a. uh-oh, and this is a big uh-oh. University of Pennsylvania, my long-shot, my ivy league dream, wants not one, not two, but three SAT II Subject Tests. ray (our college councelor) thinks i should take the math IIC, which is pure calculus, but i think i might take just the regular IC. he also recommends i take the writing test (i am not worried) and a science (i am very worried). science? science? physics was my ace-in-the-hole, physics was the only science i was good at, and young trampled that for me last year in IB Higher Level physics. science? what the hell am i suppsoed to take?! *freaks out* chemistry maybe? i could get help before-hand, but damn teachers won't do anything for free. especially young. bastard... i hate him. he ruined my GPA, my self-esteem and now he's ruining the remainder of my academic life.
GPA: so far in the semester, 3.77; not bad, but not good enough. *studies harder*
those are the highlights of my week. pretty sad, eh? i guess it could be worse. but it's not necessarily going to get better, either. for starters, my homework for arabic over the break is to write a paper on women's rights in marriage and islam. *grimaces*
now excuse me, there's a kofta in the oven that's not going to cook itself and a salad just waiting to be made.
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