Of Busted Bands, Cowering Crushes And Spooked Ministers.

It’s been a weird day alright. Lemme get it down. So I was supposed to have that stupid exam practice at school which I overslept and turned up late for because even though I was on my inebriating allergy pill I couldn’t quite sleep because I got into a retarded fight with stupid people and was up all night thinking of the different ways in which they could ruin me if they felt like it – wouldn’t be the first time anywho – and ended up passing out at 6 and waking up, or more of dragged out of bed by my screeching mom, at around 10:30, about two and a half hours late for the detrimental stupidass exam practise for tomorrow’s sanaweyya practical thingie. I showed up at school, was all nostalgic around the clueless kids. I’d forgotten how the kids were scared of us big people. The teacher was nice enough because she was familiar with my spaced out self and helped out. I was home 20 minutes later and out of the blue, my left wrist and two fingers decide to take some time off. Shooting pain comes out of nowhere and I lose the function of my oh so important middle finger. I’m that badass, I get into fights in my sleep. Booyah!

So anywho, I wrap it up with a compresse sèche and am currently getting in touch with my pharaoh side, having a mummified limb and all. It’s awesome tho, I get to wipe dirt off of stuff with my bare hand, it’s like a super power thingie. Damn I’m awesome. So anyway, I end up floating through the rest of the day, falling asleep for a while after getting some work done for class. AND, hear this, in Arabic class, the dude I used to have a crush on when I was 12 or something talked to me! TWICE! My god had this been 6 years ago I would’ve hyperventilated, dropped my things all over the place and hugged him..then asked him what his name was. Haha. I gotta say it was mildly gratifying tho. Talk about clueless..better late than never tho. In Yo Face Cupid ,,|,

So I was out of it, ducked to avoid homework rounds because I hadn’t done mine, ended up scribbling random shit on the page and felt like a 12-year-old for the second time in one day. I ended up giving the dude a wrong binder and he was so swamped that he didn’t notice. I secretly thanked my guardian angel and told him he’s gangsta. Speaking about those, so I got weirdass people from church coming around to see I’m en7araft/al7adt yet. I creeped out the dude, but that’s another story, not quite suitable for a public blog but I promise I will share the juicy details. Later. Mum’s the word. Was fun tho. I’ve still got it. I’ve never quite failed to creep out people at will. Both consciously, subconsciously and paraconsciously.

We were expecting my uncle over but apparently he gave up halfway in traffic, just as I gave up halfway into my PJ’s and now I look like a hobo, with the tipsy attitude, busted limbs and randomly breaking out in song part all down. Now I’m propping my mood with all sorts of available atrocities to be able to get my Chem work down and actually get some sleep because it’s quite pathetic how I’ve been sneaking my nap hours out of work days like a .. like a .. like a .. blue collar..person..thingie..never mind.