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2004 30 August :: 5.57am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: TV
barney loves dawson's creek
i hate the woman who's running our school.
me: so when samra dies...
barney: who?
me: samra... (the bitch who owns our school)
barney: oooooooh yeah.... (almost moaning)
see? everyone hates her. she changed her mind about uniforms. people refuse to order the uniform, so she goes "you can wear whatever bottoms you like, and we'll sell you the shirts from the school". i demand a refund!
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2004 29 August :: 4.56am
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: radiohead - 2+2=5
i am dreaming of a time when...
i was involved with this guy who was out on parole, and apparently i knew him since he went to prison, and i waited for him. and then when he got let out, we were "together". and he got a job, and we watched videos all the time, and we did not once hoo-hah. wow.
but yeah, we were all into one another and weren't in any hurry to and i told him i'd promised a friend that i wouldn't hoo-hah (intruding on my dreams, bitch). well anyway, his parole officer came to his job (at crepaway, only it was INSIDE this huge mall that actually included the highway) and started interviewing him and i showed up and was helping him and she was all surprised he was in a relationship, then she found out i was an ex-con and it was all "altuyoor ala ashkaloha taqa'a." "birds on their own kind fall" (how funny, i was an ex-con in the dream). well yeah, and he passed the interview, but i was all jealous of her because she was wearing this suit and making eyes at him over her glasses, but i still told him how proud i was of him. and we were walking out of the resteraunt, and as we cross the highway, i stood on the side that the cars were coming from, i always do when i'm awake, and i got hit by a car. that's when i woke up.
i woke up and started making sure i was still here, pinchng myself, looking for my room, washing my face. it felt so real, and at the last moment i thought "i'm ready to die, but don't take him." but i never found out if he also got hit or if it was just me.
and then.
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2004 28 August :: 4.08pm
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: cat stevens - my lady d'arbanville
hang up the phone! i'm calling you tard! i'm not calling you "tard" i'm saying you are a tard. you know?
me: i can't believe i'm graduating next year.
kaileen: yeah. you're like 8.
me: i am?
kaileen: no, my little sister is.
me: oh.
kaileen: she's not graduating next year.
me: no. because she's 8.
kaileen: exactly.
dang, i miss this girl.
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2004 27 August :: 8.24pm
:: Mood: bouncy
:: Music: the strokes - barely legal
make nice to bulgarian boys
16. twice my size. bulgarian. broken english. yummy. he had a great handshake, the kind that hurts your knuckles and rattles you all the way up to the shoulder. mmmm. we'd be talking and he'd stop in midsentence, stop to think for a minute, then jump back in with a bulgarian word. it was so cute.
dad's house. whatever.
but did i tell you about the bulgarian boy at my cousin's birthday?
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2004 26 August :: 7.17am
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: haruno kanata
andy: i think the japanese are the only people that can rock anymore
"are you going to do aerobics with us?'
"no thank you."
"why? try aerobics"
"no please."
"try!"
"please?"
AC got me a che guevara shirt! and a button! wheeeeee! i rock sooooo much right now. i also cleaned out my closet. i have room for things now! *points to mouth* i'm so excited!
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2004 22 August :: 3.33pm
:: Music: shaft in the background
SHAFT HAS A VACHINGA!
maddness! crepaway, and things! and laurence was there! only the waitress was totally disrespecting him (probably cuz she's got a thing for andy and they were obviously an item) so we shared our food. i ordered this weird pasta thing, only it was like, not good, so i ordered a burger but that wasn't very good either. i stil ate them both. leave me alone.
we got laurence a booster baby chair, and the waitress kept touching it. after all the eating, we were denied access to the kitchen and spent almsot all our money (minus five bulgarian units, one US dollar and about 500 fils in kuwait currency) on lunch since my credit card was being hetero. then we crossed the street to the beach and burger king, (borjar kinj!) where there was drive through, table dancing, and flower killing. we also rolled down the grassy slope, laurence and i. i flashed the highway. we skipped (literally) back to crepaway and there was more madness and yeah stuff happened and it was really funny and you shoulda been there. whoo.
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2004 20 August :: 8.47pm
:: Music: morrissey - i have forgiven jesus
laurence rocks my socks!
as a friend, andy.
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2004 20 August :: 6.32pm
:: Music: morrissey - first of the gang to die
i love my brother to pieces.
the first time i beat neji with hinata...
a7mad: donkey shit.
the second time i beat neji with hinata...
a7mad: monkey piss.
the third time and last time i beat neji with hinata...
a7mad: hinata barf.
my brother is so cool...
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2004 19 August :: 6.03am
I love you.
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2004 19 August :: 6.01am
:: Mood: bouncy
:: Music: morrissey - first of the gang to die
if you haven't listened to this song, just listen to it cuz it's my new theme song
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
and the first last lad to go under the sod.
And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
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2004 17 August :: 6.26pm
:: Music: aimee mann - wise up
I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU CONCUBINE!
shamlawi: ha ha. I'm done everything in may.
me: meep
shamlawi: that;'s a funny noise
me: andy n i will be all..... WAAAAAAAAAAH, and you'll be all YAAAAAAY, and everyone's gonna be like "what?" and you'll be like "yeah"
shamlawi: I'll be more like "huh"
me: and then 7amada's gonna be like "hahahaha shamlawi!" and you're gonna be like "disarmament chair!" and i'm gonna be all like "concubine!" and you're all gonna be like "under your mom!" and everyone's gonna be like "what?" and we're gonna be like "yeah"
shamlawi: wow. it makes me want to sing a song these words of yours
me: yeah that was so deep
shamlawi: extremly. its one of those really deep, emotional, let's get down and dirty conversations that stay in your mind FOREVER... or at least for a few minutes.
me: yeah. i'm gonna save it before it goes
shamlawi: you better hurry
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2004 17 August :: 1.57pm
:: Music: sylvester stallone being a hero
watching a movie
have you ever seen the movie, Magnolia? andy, you should. it's about love and forgiveness.
mama: who is that?
me: his son.
mama: no it's not, it's tom cruise.
me: he plays his son in the movie.
mom: how can they make tom cruise's father ugly? americans are stupid like that.
i have much love for my mama.
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2004 17 August :: 1.43pm
The Deaftones
Your reality
I can’t believe my tones are here
I’d wave to you, but
I wish you could see me now
Then again, I can’t even see myself in this lovers’ crowd
Your gossamer
I wonder if motion obstructs it
I can’t breathe lest I sigh your music away
I’m going deaf
I wish I could hear your voice over mine
Your percussion over mine
Over theirs
Your pulchritude
All that stands between us is a pit
Your madness
Your beauty
So when I stand so very still, I wonder
How will you ever know how much I love you?
*after laurence made a giant entry about how poetry is misunderstood, i shall explain. it's about being at a concert.
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2004 15 August :: 4.26pm
Would you rather vomit marbles or sweat cheese?
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2004 15 August :: 8.23am
:: Music: deftones - lifter
yesterday was like evil day. first i woke up at 11 cuz conway sent me a msg telling she was back. *theme from psycho* crap....
well i couldn't go back to sleep after that, so i showered, threw together a little lunch. my mother got hom before i was done and told me she was going to get her picture taken for the US embassy, did i wanna go with her? i figured, why not? i finish lunch, stick it in the fridge and we go to photokina. well as we were there, the law firm called. they need me to type up a law suit or something equally insane? so my mother drove me there and i sat in that swivel chair for 4 hours, staring at the computer screen, trying to translate the fancy arabic into english. finally, it was over and my mom picked me up and we took my phone to the shop. they tell me the circuit's shot, i might lose everything on it. numbers, pictures, ringing tones. *bangs head on hard things* crap again.
it wasn't over by then, since my mother wanted me to go with her to pick out the material for her dress. i can't believe it took that long. mind you, i still hadn't eaten anything. i, toTO, had not eaten a thing, from 11am the time i woke up until past 9pm, when i finally got home, called up KFC and ordered a gigantuous dinner. 3 twister wrap sandwiches, family sized box of fries. mmmmm t'was good.and the lunch i had spent all morning preparing? well my brother came home to change, discovered it, and it was all gone. nothing left for me OR my mother.
it was a long day. when i got home all i wanted to do was eat, put my feet up and sleep. but i didn't. i had to get up and do the dishes and the laundry. didn't get done til around midnight. torture. food. work. i'm quitting. for sure.
and THEN. i woke up early today, too. my brother came into my room to ask if i wanted breakfast. so we had breakfast together. then we played naruto. addicts, i swear. oh! speaking of naruto!
my cousin, DJ kitsune, was online last night and we spent easily 3 hours discussing naruto (weather or not he's the fourth hokage) and he stops all of a sudden and goes "you're a hottie."
*shmook*
ziyad: did i offend you?
me: no. you complimented me. and i'm no good at taking compliments. from my cousins.
ziyad: well think of it this way. i've never met you, i have no fond memories of you, and i saw two pictures of you. one of them AC made all sexy and the other one of just natural you. you're cute.
me: i'm supposed to be cute. i'm 16.
ziyad: oh i think you'll remain cute long after that.
me: so do you think sasuke's gonna whoop naruto's ass in manga 227?
yeah. freaky. *shudders*
today, is a pretty day. my mother n i are going to go to the movies together. it's going to be nice, it's been a while since we've spent some quality time. and you know why i can?
cuz i'm done my math summer assignment. WHEEEEE!
oh and the final laugh of the day:
(while watching tigers on the discovery channel)
sarah: it's a pussy!
me: it's a big one
sarah: just like mine!
and THEN.
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