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2004 18 September :: 3.09 pm
my terribly snobby high-standard list of things i want in a perfect mate
i need a toto.
someone who's willing toeat with me when i'm hungry, who is secure enough to let me pay for my half of the bill but who's nice enough to offer anyway. someone who can taste and try new things, not just in food, but in life, and who doesn't need to look perfect for me. meaning, whipped cream on the chin is cute, and a mouthful of food is irresistible. i need a human-being, not a model. and screw diets, eat when you're hungry!
i need a hoo-hahsexual.
comfortable with physical intimacy, understands the difference between love and heat, can diffrentiate between passion and errotica. it's ok to show me how you feel sometimes, without saying anything, because it's different when it's with feelings. it's ok to experiment, and try new things, but it's also ok to have boudaries and respect the limits and sanctities of the human body.
i need an activist.
so maybe you don't march on the abortion clinic every weekend, but still, everybody's got to believe in something and follow it through, all the way. it works if i don't agree with it, because disagreements make life interesting. i can't stand someone who's totally indifferent, there's got to be some drive in his life. i don't care what it is, but care about something to the point of healthy obsession, and make that your passion, your motivation, all that jazz.
i need a genius.
maybe not a literal genius, but someone who knows what he knows and is willing to learn. i'm full of useless information, and he should be too, because it's so much fun sharing those tidbits. i can't stand it when someone goes "what's your favourite subject in school?" and this person goes "nothing, i hate school." you've got to love something you learned in school. physics, chemistry, biology, history, mathematics, anything.
i need art.
how many girls do you know aren't suckers for an artist? a painter, a sketcher, a sculptor, a musician, a dancer, a singer, a writer. smart is fun, but artists see the other side of it, they see the beauty of simplicity as opposed to the thrill of the complex. someone who can appreciate the miracle in a cool breeze doesn't need to be able to explain it scientifically, he just needs to feel it. artists can feel things in a sort of strange way that science can't explain. it's the mystery that makes them so wonderful.
i need a flaw.
so i've described mr. perfect. well who wants perfect? perfect is boring, and everyone interesting's gotta have a character flaw. maybe he's shy, maybe he makes funny smacking noises when he eats, maybe he bites his nails. it's adorable. he's gotta fall down somewhere, some place along the line there's got to be a crack in the sidewalk. he can't be irksomely perfect all the time.
i need to laugh.
a sense of humor is a MUST HAVE. even if he's not funny, he's gotta laugh when someone/something else is. laughter makes life easier. i'm sure some famous dead person said that. it's great to be able to laugh with someone, it automatically makes you comfortable with them. friends, family, whatever. if you don't laugh together, chances are you're not at ease with one another. then again, it's a fine line between the genuinely funny and the obnoxious/retarted funny. i'm not 6 anymore, contarary to popular belief.
i need to eat.
hoo-hah is hoo-hah and a girl's gotta eat. he needs to be yummy.
i need to breathe.
i cannot live with a neatness freak. i just can't. i need to live in a land where people can spill and throw and forget to put things away. i need to live in a place where there is no anti-bacterial for everything. i have to settle down in a place where it's ok to be messy and a slob. where it's ok to eat food off the floor and occasionally wipe your nose on your sleeve and once in a while wear the same socks for 4 or 5 days in a row. i can't stand germaphobes, and i have to have stains on my furniture.
misch.
- doesn't compulsively shake his knee (you know what i mean?)
- listens to good music
- reads for pleasure
- appreciates me
- belives in women's rights
- admits his flaws and can ask for help
- will stop for directions
- helps out with "girly" things like cooking and cleaning
- can operate a washing machine
- isn't intimidated by me
- is ok with us not being attatched at the hip 24/7
- has other friends
- lets me have other friends
- can be romantic on occasion
- is ok with forgetting birthdays and anniversaries
- doesn't think marriage is a plot by the government to keep tabs on us
- belives in God
- doesn't do drugs or alcohol
- cares enough to make me quit smoking
- can be honest enough to say "you're putting on some weight" or "if you do that it's just plain stupid"
- lets me clean his nails for him
- will play with my hair
- is faithful
- never breaks a promise
- is mature enough to know when to let things go
- doesn't insult my tastes or opinions
- wants to have children and then actually help take care of them
- belives in love
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2004 3 September :: 2.36 pm
:: Music: deftones - pink maggit
back in school, we are the leaders of it all
i'm following andy's radical, but brilliant example. bye bye internet. it's school time for me. starting tomorrow. *waves* miss me terribly, eh?
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2004 1 September :: 6.44 pm
:: Mood: bitter
:: Music: a moment of silence
we all die young
my baby cousin is in the hospital. she's 2 years old. she may not live long.
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2004 30 August :: 3.58 pm
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: morrissey - irish blood english heart
torture
i was worried at barney's house. i only had 2 eggs and i was full. *shmook*
but then i got better.
toto says:
on the ride home from barney's, it was like torture. first there was that pizza hut bilboard with 3 pizzas and a 2.5 litre pepsi for 3.5KD. then there was the bundle thing from burgerking, a meal for 8 people. and then that ice cream swensen's kuwaiti thing
andy says:
that ad is GROSS
toto says:
it's icecream the size of a national monument! what's not to love?
so i know i'm all back to normal now.
have you ever read The Black Gryphon? you should read it, it's by Mercedes Lackey. i'm reading it now for i think the 5th time.
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2004 30 August :: 5.57 am
:: 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 :: 4.56 am
:: 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 :: 4.08 pm
:: 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 :: 8.24 pm
:: 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 :: 7.17 am
:: 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 :: 3.33 pm
:: 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 :: 8.47 pm
:: Music: morrissey - i have forgiven jesus
laurence rocks my socks!
as a friend, andy.
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2004 20 August :: 6.32 pm
:: 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 :: 6.03 am
I love you.
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2004 19 August :: 6.01 am
:: 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 :: 6.26 pm
:: 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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