Stupid woman at the salon burn my face off with her stupid wax. Right after I warned her to be careful, the woman that did it for me last time burnt my lip, and that was my prom night.

And the stuff that's supposed to keep the skin from scarring permanently smells like crushed nuts.

I'm too sore to even smile about it.

The son of a bitch hit me first!

We're driving down a backstreet, doing about 20 because some jerk off in a white Pajero is being indecisive. So my dad passes him from the left only to see this jack ass in a Discovery come out of the intersection right in front of us. My dad is honking, he is flashing his headlights, and the dude in the jeep is just looking at him with this bored expression on his face and the next thing you know, WHAM! We run right into him because the idiot thinks he's too good to stop and wait for us to pass and decides to throw himself out in front of us. My dad gets out of the car so fast, he doesn't even pur the car on park before he does. He is yelling, and the dude is still sitting in his car, with the door open, his legs crossed, talking to my dad as if he was talking to a small child having a temper tantrum. He didn't start paying attention until my dad punched his door in and he didn't start apologizing until after the police came by and slapped the shit out of him.

I guess I know now where I got the other half of my temper from.

Where do we go? I don't know.

I had a dream I watched the sun from a clock tower until it was completely set. I had a guitar in my lap and I kept singing this song over and over again. Not even, just one line.

"Now I'm searching to be found."

When the sun finally went down, I got up, threw my guitar from the tower and walked down the stairs.

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks.

At the ballroom, right before the ceremony, I made a nasty little discovery.

I forgot to wear underwear.

Back home, after the debauchary, I made another nasty little discovery.

The price tag was still on my skirt.

Thank God for gowns.

Cheers.

Here's to the end of International Baccalaureate.

Here's to the end of Conway (chuchumha) and choir class (make fire, run around).

Here's to the end of long hours in Mr. Ray's office and even longer hours in Mr. Stitt's office.

Here's to the end of computer science class ("We're going to make bouncing balls today. Fajer, you can go ahead and laugh.").

Here's to the end of IB Math HL.

Here's to the end of life as we know it.

Cheers.

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can't look it's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr.Brightside

I never...

I started downloading random songs by these guys when I realized Andy was becoming obsessive about them. Or something.

I had a dentist appointment this morning. To start off with, I had the most random dream, and when my alarm woke me up I switched it off, just to see how it would end. Of course the driver called a half hour later to tell me he was downstairs, and I was still in bed. I got dressed in record time, threw on my favourite black flipflops (the thong ones, damn I love those!) a pair of overalls and a bright red t-shirt. I flew down the stairs, not wanting to miss my appointment for the millionth time, and just as I leapt into the car... my slippers broke.

Well, one of them did. The right one.

There wasn't time to go back up and change my shoes. So I told the driver to just go. And he went. And I tried to fix them but they're really really broken. So I tried to manage dragging them into the dentist's office, then decided "To Satan with it" and picked it up. I limped, one-shoed, in front of aghast Kuwaiti mothers and their daughters. One woman was openly staring and I stopped right in front of her until she noticed I was looking down at her before walking away. Funny.

What a way to start the morning.

Anyhow, there's better news.

My next appointment is August 9th at 8am, and the doctor said that if I wanted to at the time, I'd be able to have the braces removed! He said he'd like it if I kept them on until October, just to be sure, but at that point it would be up to me, especially since I was leaving for college at around that time and I'd have to be in Dubai by late August. He said if I came back a couple of months later, he'd remove them then, but still, I'm hyped!

See, most people don't get a straight answer, they ask, "How long will I need braces for?" and the doctors smile and say, "Two years." And then the kid's got braces for four years. Me I asked, "How long will I need braces for?" and he said, "A year and a half," and May 21st was a year. Kick butt.

So hopefully, by the time I get to university, my teeth will be free and happy to flash and please!

3ajeeb!

For those of you who haven't noticed, I don't smile in pictures because I hate the look of my braces. They're a giant downer on my self-esteem and I'll be much happier when they're gone. I'll be much more confident, too. And you thought that was impossible, pfft. Wait 'til I get my canine capped.

I'm so exhausted. Wake me up in June, when the sun is hot and the girls are sweaty.

*curls up and dies*

Countdown

5 exams left.

4 days of school.

This is the beginning of my last weekend of high school.

After this week, I will never have to put up with being sent to Stitt's office for misconduct, violating dress code, back-talk...

Yeah, it's not hitting me yet.

*turns on the tv*