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

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

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!

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.

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.

i used to be a little boy!

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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!

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.

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!

not sure yet, why don't we read and see eh?
i just got here because i'm bored and somehwat inspired. we've been watching the smashing pumpkins DVD for a bit now, and as sexy and beautiful as it is, (i cried for one of the songs) i feel the desire for variety. *rests head on desk*. granted, it's still nice for background music, *looks at barney and andy, raptured as they are by the tv screen* for some of us, and i feel inspired to make something beautiful. so i drew a picture. that i will later do something about. *shrug* eventually. i also wanted to write, but i can't write anything remotely poetic at 4 in the morning. writing will just have to wait. *pokes ashtray full of shaving cream* andy is still in her jeans. i wonder, how is it she is comfortable? she's been in them for like 12 hours if not more! *pulls up shoulder of barney's oversized torn up held together by safety pins shirt* i guess that's pretty much it.