May 28th, 2012
|01:47 am - In honor of JB's pap incident|
crying rn at the ONTD JB post. So background story to these pics goes like this: After the Biebs/Papparazi smackdown people took to tumblr to write fanfic based on that event. I'll copy paste
“I… can’t… take… no… more” His words was filled with hate and punches in the paparazzi’s chest, he was moaning, hurted. Justin taked off his purple sneaker.
“STOP! Shit! What are you doing? What the fuck you did, Bieber?” Screamed Selena, on the sidewalk. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID?”
“DON’T YOU NEVER EVER TALK SHIT ABOUT HER, ARE YOU HEARING ME?” Screamed to the man. “NEVER EVER!”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t wanted to—”
“So why did you do it?”
The man was thrown with his back in a tree, he was hurted and was protecting his head with his hands.
April 3rd, 2012
|07:19 pm - Orlando Road trip |
So last weekend, my roommates and I took a trip down to Orlando for a conference. I, of course, made killer playlists heavily sampling The Wanted, ghetto Egyptian songs, reggaeton, and Turkish pop music. The weekend was a blur of craziness, especially considering how friends from all over Florida were also present.
But on the way back from Orlando, we decided to get some Zaxby's for the road. Now, I'm usually completely fine with eating hot wings (barely tickles my mouth) so I like an idiot decided to live dangerously by ordering the extra hot wings.
I felt like I was literally going to die. My mouth felt like it was about to implode, I was convinced that there was a dragon residing in my chest. I was spluttering and wheezing and all the while I kept on saying "I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I'M LIBYAN. WE EAT SPICY FOOD FOR BREAKFAST"
I later found out that it was an allergic reaction, and good thing too. I thought my Libyan integrity had been compromised
|03:24 pm - New dragonette song!!!|
Gotta say, I like Dragonette's new song "Let It Go" more than "Hello". Jamming out to this already
Current Mood: cheerful
April 2nd, 2012
Every time I'm upset, stressed, or in a contemplative mood, I listen to this beautiful tamazighi lullaby called "A vava Inouva", or loosely translated "Oh Father Inouva". I have an obsession with all things Amazigh related. Wish I could learn the language. le sigh.
March 31st, 2012
March 29th, 2012
It seems like people spend most of their lives swinging between two extremities; loving men, and absolutely loathing them.
WHY CAN''T I FIND A HAPPY MEDIUM?
March 28th, 2012
March 27th, 2012
March 15th, 2012
|07:06 am - Writer's Block: Ides of March|
conspiracy theorists who don't give a shit about humanitarian issues.Unless it fits their own narrow political agenda