I want you

I want you so baaad

I want youuyouyouyouuu

The Beatles have been able to put my exact thoughts and feeling into an amazing song.

Mimi has fallen for a guy, and she’s fallen hard.

Who is this mystery boy you ask?

He’s the same boy the last two posts were about.

Yup, the situation is kinda bad. Since then, we’ve become closer. I see him almost every day, and we text almost every day. I mentioned before how I’ve never really liked a guy like this before, and 6 months later this statement still stands. I thought I’d be over him by now, I usually accept the fact that it’s never going to happen and move on to the next one. Yes, I still have baby crushes left and right; but he’s the one I’ll be thinking about before I go to sleep (not like that you pervs, by pervs I mean you, yeah you. You know who you are ).

 Do I want him? Yes, but I still would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. 

What if in an alternate hypothetical parallel magic land universe, it happens. What then? I’d be excitedly nervous. I wouldn’t know what to do. But I think those thoughts shouldn’t be stressed out about just yet. Mimi’s got a looong lonng way to go.

What exactly am I hoping to establish with this post? I’m not really sure, but I feel like writing sometimes (all the time) makes me think and gets my thoughts straightened out. Although my written thoughts might not be that straightened out, and you might not know what I’m talking about.blukh

I need a beer, bas ma fi beera bil berad

#Lebanesegirlproblems

Keson

Y u no

talk to me when you’re online.

I see your name on facebook with that green dot right next to it, I click it… but I won’t say anything.

I’m always the one to start it, and I want you to start it for once.

I’m not being a girl, I just really want you to initiate the convo.

I’m crazy

What the hell is wrong with me

Lack of sleep, too much coffee.

That must be it.

Back to le studying, because I have finals.

Must not thinking about boys for the next week.

 

They’re stupid and distracting.

Yes?

Yes.

 

Keskon.

The Hills are alive with the sound of music

By “the hills”, I mean us.
We’re here, we’re alive. Bas 3ana problem haida esmo “update”… mnensa na3mela.
Sorry!

Anyways….

It’s Mimi.

You know why I’m here, I’m always like this when I’m here.
Why would I be here if I was feeling jolly good.
Exactly.

Don’t you be rolling your eyes at me bucky, I shall nag and post as much as I want.
This space is partially mine you know. (Hiiii to the rest of the gurlies of ShouHayda)

Back to why I’m here.

There’s a boy. Ah these boys, there’s ALWAYS a boy.
He’s different. Ah, the new one is ALWAYS different.
No, but seriously… he is.
First of all, he COMMUNICATES. I’ll give you guys a second to have that sink in.
Actually, let me rephrase that. WE communicate.

Back story:
I met him about a year ago, I thought he was cute but very quiet.. didn’t really give him much thought since our interaction was very very minimal. This year though, we have class together and our interaction has increased. We’ve hung out for hours and hours, and I’ve honestly talked to him about parts of my life that I don’t share with the male species. At least not ones that I just meet. No no, not deep dark secrets. But just parts of my life and interests that usually most of my male friends don’t know about or talk to me about. He actually thinks it’s cool what I do, and in a “poking fun way” he’s supportive. I really appreciate that. I can be myself around him, whatever “myself” is feeling at different times. My crazy, my quiet, my annoyed.

He has ambitious. A quality that I find very inspiring, but lacking in most people (especially guys). Most of the people I meet are on the “Engineer=good job” or “Business=suit” track, and although there’s nothing wrong with that- heck I’m semi on that track as well, it’s very refreshing to meet someone who has ambitions and ideas that go beyond just the normal way of doing things. He’s not a hippie, he’s realistic about them. He knows the risks, but he also knows the rewards. Smart cookies.

He makes fun of me. A lot. But in a cute way and absolutely not bitchy way. I think it’s adorable. ah

His voice. I don’t even know how to describe it, it’s not all manly or weird feminine, but just a very sexy tone. I’m smiling just thinking about it.

Then there’s reality, they call it “FriendZone”. Boy oh boy is it super duper fun in the friendzone. You get to chill with the people who you have romantic feelings for in a completely platonic environment.

I’ve honestly never had feelings for a guy in this way, yes I’ve swooned, drooled and had crushed on countless guys before, but I’ve never actually been attracted to a guy on this level before. Emotionally, psychologically bla bla blalogically whatever you want to call it. It’s scary. I’ve never been here before, I don’t know how to act. I keep thinking about him, I count down the days until I get to see him again. I dream about him, I refresh his FB profile every second, I hope he goes online.
It’s crazy. What do I do? I don’t want to mess it up, because as much as I really like him, I really value the friendship (or whatever post acquaintance relationship it is) that we have.

This feeling,
It’s fuzzycute and annoying.
I need to drown it a little with a bit of Jack.

Keskon

Just one of those days

When things start out ok, and then five seconds later. kil shi fucked.
Don’t you hate those days?
Fck folks, khalas.

Beddeh beera w 9gag w khalas

mesh keskon

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife

Cz the apocalypse is here.
Ahead of schedule too, sorry Mayans but a certain manwhore beat you to the punch.
So here’s the story and it ain’t no fairytale.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mimi who met a guy named KESSEKHTO. Fo shizzle that’s his name, his mama was on crack. Mimi started to like KESSEKHTO, and they even used to talk for a while… until one day it got awkward and they just didn’t acknowlege each other’s existence. Several months passed without anyone making the first move to talk to each other again. Until one day, COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE, she learned that the world was going to end. Why you ask oh curiously kind reader? Yes it might have been obvious with where I was going with this, thanks for pointing it out smartass reader, I know you just went “DUUH” in your head. To you i say, FU and shurrruuupppp. Anyways, back to my onceuponatime story. The KESSEKHTO starts talking to Mimi. and by talk, i mean TALKKKK, as in like three hour conversation, OUT OF THE BLUE. like poof, it just happened.
Now several things Mimi should mention. A) He has a girlfriend. B) Mimi was in the process of getting over KESSEKHTO, and she had ALMOST made it. C) Mimi thinks KESSEKHTO has a sensor which alerts him of when Mimi MIGHT be getting over her so that he knows that he should do something so she can’t move on with her life. D) Mimi’s theory is probably right.

GAH
Don’t you just hate KESSEKHTOS?

I need me a Jack and coke, maybe with a real Jack too.. we can skip the real coke though.
Kids say NO to drugs!

Keskon

Happy Post

No, you didn’t read that wrong and no, you are on the right blog.

Yes, yes, shou-hayda is a place of ranting where us crazy girls talk with a sailor’s vocabulary and complain about our lives, boys and everything that annoys us. But let’s just put that aside for a second.

You see I’m in a, what Barney the dinosaur would call a “SUPER DEE DUPER” mood. I feel so freaking happy, I just had to share it with you guys. No I didn’t punch what’s his face or meet a guy or anything like that. This actually has NOTHING to do with boys. It has to do with me, and me being happy.

Why am I so happy you ask? Well let’s just say I was worried about something for a while then suddenly it worked out, you can also add some rainbows and cute puppies in there too if you like.

Ah, what a wonderful feeling. I think I could even go sing karaoke without a single shot of jack.

Care to join me? or do you need a shot….

happy keskon if you do!

 

ps. I’ll probably be back to ranting soon enough, but let’s enjoy this happy place while we’re here. Eh?

Mimi’s To Do List

I know I haven’t updated in a while but well it’s summer and I had better things to do :p but now that my vacation is coming to an end I can go back to having no life and as such having enough time to post! Isn’t that just wonderful?
Ok I sound way to prim and proper, we wouldn’t want that do we?
Of course not so to he’ll with manners
Last time on Mimi’s to do list she talked about the manwhore
Yes I just referred to Mimi as she.
No not because I’m a narcissistic bitch who refers to herself in the third person -_-
Actually it’s because I’m not Mimi
Mimi is off having fun in the states, shopping, eating, drinking and god knows what else
I’m starting to doubt that she’ll ever come back, but who can blame her?
Anyways I’m straying away from the point
I thought that with Mimi off the radar (at least for now) i could share some of the guys on my to do list with you
And well here goes
I’m gonna refer to the first one as the stripper
He’s not an actual stripper (unfortunately) it’s just a nickname that me and my friends gave him
Now where to start describing the stripper
Well let me start by saying that he wasn’t my type
Don’t get me wrong, just cause I said he wasn’t my type doesn’t meat that he was an ugly bastard
What I meant is that he was tan and had brown hair and brown eyes
I usually go for blond pale guys with blue or green eyes
But I just couldn’t help but notice the stripper, he was one fine piece of ass
He was so fucking hot, he this tall(well he wasn’t that tall but why ruin a perfectly good saying?) dark and handsome thing going on for him, he also had a bad boy vibe
Of course I was much too big of a coward to actually approach him and talk to him so I just settled for staring at him in class
But after the first 2 weeks of the semester he started talking to me and we sort of became friends
He was so genuinely nice which is odd because guys who are that hot are usually assholes
So him being nice made me like him even more
I used to wait for this class from week to week
I mean can you guys believe it? I was actually excited for a class
We used to have so much fun in the class and we even started flirting a couple of times
The only bad thing is I never saw him outside that class
All was well until in the middle of the semester he stopped showing up to that class
I was miserable
Because well before the stripper I liked this other guy and by like I mean really like and not just oh I would tap that like
So hanging out with the stripper made me forget about that other guy and it felt good
Anyways I ran into him a couple of times and found out that he had dropped the course
And well that was that
Sad isn’t it?
To think of what could’ve been if he hadn’t dropped the course
Anyways what’s in the past is in the past and new boys and conquests wait for us this year so fingers crosses
Oh and I feel like I was too sappy in this post
Sorry about that
Anyways until next time
Oh PS don’t tell Mimi I stole her to do list :p
Cause you know she ain’t gonna find out once she checks this thing anyways
Well I’m off now
Off with your head
Naah I’m kidding I’ve just always wanted to say that
Cheers

Them hoes wid da fake noses

they can’t smell roses,
but oh boy do they love to strike poses

yea, you know who I’m talking about.
One (or most) of your friends, your relatives, your neighbors, your mom, or YOU. :O
They’re all around us these, er, creatures.
It might be the norm in this effed up country, but I will never get used to it.
Every time I face one of these, er, creatures I always stare. Yes, ok maybe it’s rude, but I’m really curious by those slits they claim to be a nose… how can they breathe :s
Another thing I wonder… were there noses seriously THAT BAD before for them to want to willingly pay thousands of dollars for a dr. to hammer at there nose, and go through ALL that pain.. to look like a pig. Oink oink.
If you’re thinking of getting sum work done.. please don’t Unless you want me to stare and give you my “confused yet thinking” look. If it’s the later, then go ahead.

*stares at you while opening my Almaza*
Keskon.

Mimi’s To-DO list

Yiii Yii Yiiiiiiiiiiiii

I haven’t updated in a long time, sorry 3anjad. Bas you know how life is, screws you over and keeps you busy min el ishya that you like.

Hadik el marra kenna 3am ne7ka about my to-do list. Bas ma kamalto :/

Have no fear, mimi is here, and I’m updating.

#2 Manwhore

This boy drives me crazy. Here’s the story:

I saw him, liked him, he was nice.

Then he became a douche, I still had a thing for him, but tried to get over him.

For a while I was over him, mainly because I rarely saw him.

Then just when I thought I was over him, BAM, he’s sitting in front of me in a tight black shirt with his arms all sexy.

Fuck him.

What pisses me off the most about the scenario, is me.

I know he’s a douche, but I feel like maybe deep down he’s not?

I know he’s a manwhore, but maybe one day he won’t be?

I know he’s bad, but that’s kinda what’s sexy.

I know I’m an idiot, but.. well actually, no excuse for that.

That’s it, I’m an idiot.

Must go drown my sorrows in a Jack and Coke.

More Jack than Coke though,

What boy problems are you guys going through? TELL ME, so I feel a bit better? mish 7aram ana

Keskon

Mimi’s To-DO list

Today, I decided to share something very special with you guys.

I’m calling it my To-Do list.

Nope, it doesn’t include “getting milk” or “write that stupid paper by eight am”. It includes the list of the dudes in my life, ones I know and don’t really know, that I would like to do.

What do I mean by do? Well you know what I mean, but will that really happen? Most probably not, maybe there wouldn’t be any “doing” but there will be some pre-doing activities, if you know what I mean.

Why won’t I be “doing” well, I think that’s a different post by itself, but I will tell you that it depends on the guy. (No, he doesn’t have to be “the one” he just has to be able to handle it and the whole affair should be clean with no namecalling horribleness at the end of it).

So who are the lovely gentlemen who will be making the list?

Well, without further a do, I present to you bachelor number one.

1. Music Guy, let’s call him “Slash”

What caught my eye? His eyes, true story. He has the cutest green eyes, ever.

I saw Slash playing at a concert, he was the hot guitarist of the band. Although I’m usually into drummers, this guitarist was hot!! His arms, oh his sexy sexy sexy arms. He hits the gym, but doesn’t over do it. Perfectly toned muscles moving while he plays the guitar. oh yum. Just the arms you want to be wrapped around you.

I spotted Slash again at another concert. This time though, he was part of the crowd like me. I was there with a group of friends, going crazy, drinking, headbanging, dancing, and just enjoying ourselves. At first I didn’t realize he was there, after about an hour, I spotted him a couple of (groups of ) people away. This was one of the times that I wished life was like a movie. But sadly it isn’t. Life is a bitch… who lives FAR FAR away from the sets of lalaland. He didn’t turn to his left at the exact second I looked to my right, our eyes didn’t meet, we didn’t have “a moment” and smile at each other. He did look in my direction a while after, although I’m pretty sure it wasn’t to look at me… rather than my group of friends and I going crazy (we were making a scene, but not the ugly kinds I promise).

Back at uni the following Monday. I walk into class. Low and behold, Slash is sitting three rows behind my usual spot. It’s weird, I hadn’t noticed him in this class before. In my defense though, it’s a BIG ASS auditorium and I couldn’t find my own mother if I looked for her. I sat down. My mind trying to think of a way to strike up a conversation with him. Some girls have this ability to talk and flirt with any guy, sadly though I ain’t one of them bitches. So I sat there thinking, “Can I borrow a pen?”, “When did the prof say the test is again?”, “How is the weather?”.. oh god I sounded lame. I’m not lame, i promise. But everytime I thought of an excuse, I became lame, super lame in fact.

Everytime I walked into class thinking “Today is the day that you talk to him Mimi” and every “Today” I would chicken out. Next thing I knew, semester was over and the professor had uploaded our final grades on moodle. I kicked myself for not ceasing the opportunity of having class with him. grrr, stupid lame me Shy McShyneepants.

I still see him around campus, looking all sexy with his earphones on. I want to trip him or something, just to have an excuse to talk to him Yes, I know I sound pathetic… what’s wrong with me

Maybe I need a little help from my friend Mr. Tequila? Next time I see follow him to him at a pub, I will try. Wish me luck?

 

until then, let me pour myself a little tequila.. you know… for practice.

Keson,

Mimi

 

Ps. Stay tuned for more of my to-do list