Sometimes I get really violent thoughts when I’m at college, and I have no idea why. Sometimes, when i see a chick who’s really getting on my nerves, my brain automatically starts working and generating visuals you wouldn’t even see in a Quinten Tarrintino movie. I look at the girl, and she has 8 things i hate about her:
1) long glossy hair that can only be achieved by goops of gel and crap…
2) yellow crooked teeth with lipstick stains on them…
3) red red lipstick, brighter than the sun (source of stains on teeth)
4) too much make-up with too many choices of colors that aren’t coordinated and don’t even match her clothes, all that on her poor screaming eyelids…
5) eyebrows who’ve seen better days, like when they were once (once upon a time, i mean) thick and nicely cleaned… instead of being permanently waxed off and then pencilled in, of course, in the shape of a thamanya, just like her idol, 7aleema Boland…
6) a nose that has just come out of the operation room with an obvious bandage on it…
7) a chin that’s met its fellow nose in said peration room so it could be sawed in half, 3shan el daga te6la3 7elwa… believe me, the last thing this girl needs is an ass on her face!
she walks around in the heels she wears everyday (god forbid she wears sneakers or comfy sandals) just so she can walk with a friend through a boy zone (zones i avoid where a bunch of guys and their pals all stand together and stare at the ass of whatever walks by. Trademarked phrase i use) just so the guys can hear her 7aleema Boland squeeky daloo3a girl voice. (if you haven’t noticed, i don’t really like 7aleema, and i swear to God it’s no where near jealousy, it’s pure-bred hatred :D)

Ba3ad shinsawe, hathe 7al half the chicks in KU, unfortuneatly… and NO, THAT WASN’T A PORTRAIT OF MYSELF! I’d kill myself first, actually

My brother is here to pick me up… yes, you guessed it, I’m in the computer labs…
Today’s Wednesday and I’m going to go and enjoy my weekend… 3an ethinkum

Imagine you’re bored and annoyed about how life’s going… you go to the desert to just sit in your car and enjoy some moments of silence… when you’re done, and you want to leave, you find that ba6ariyat elsayara khalsa, you have no gas (in the car, i mean!), and you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere with no food or water and the night is coming in on you…
what would you do?

The first title i thought up for this post was “The Idle Thoughts of A Blogger in Class: Part Two”, but it’ll sound boring a second time around, so enjoy my lil ramblings in class (Part 2, that is):

I’m in a class called “Phonetics and Phonology”, and as soon as i walk in the room i have a feeling that i’m going to do something really stupid… and i do… i just answered the doc with an extra squeeky voice when he called my name and i’m red in the face. He gave me a weird look and I feel like slapping him for it. I’m not a Flirt-With-Your-Teacher-To-Get-Grades kinda gal, i actually despise that species of earthly females.
My friend Sho (pronounced as if to say “Fo Sho”- for sure :p) turns to me stunned and says: “that was too feminine” and that makes me blush even more and scream my head off defensively (the real deal in class: whisper defensively): “kint sar7ana!”

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Now we’re halfway through class and I look at Sho and we understand from each other’s looks that we agree on alot of things: 1) This class is as boring as watching Karate Kid wax on and wax off. And 2) There’s this one chick here that has, all of a sudden, discovered her ability to scream. She screams out questions and answers them by herself, too… and she’s ready to answer whatever the doc throws at her… I just wish he’d throw a shoe at her. I’m so close to laughing out loud at the visual i just had of the doc jumping on one foot to throw his soug ilyim3a shoe at her The funny part is that he looks very much like Barney, Fred Flintstone’s best pal, he doesn’t have lips and imagining him teaching phonetics and trying to pronounce the letter “o” forces me to laugh and i’d have to hide it and my face turns red and my face hurts because i’m smiling too much and i’m trying to stop myself from imploding…

Ok, laughter’s gone now.
I suspect alot of things when i see the doctor shoving BOTH hands into his pockets.. he could just have his hands there to jingle his keys as always or… hmm …. *wonders* … something else, which i think includes another set of keys.

That’s all i have to say about that. *becomes all Forrest Gump-y*

The End