Today my dad invited me to a birthday dinner with my family. But Nahar was asleep (and still is) so we didn't go..

I think we're going on Thursday

I'm so confused I have no idea what the hell I should call my website. I have only two ideas.

www.freakadoodle.net <-- I am so unsatisfied with this one, I completely don't want to make that my website name. It's too long and nobody will remember it.

www.scorpion.net <-- Now this is what I like, I love this domain name, and I seriously want it SO DAMN MUCH! But it's taken and I wanna jump in a hole because it is ARGHHH!

Ewwwww AGH! Budour and Mahira want me to call my website scorpiongirl.net GROSS! eeeuwww That is the worst domain name in the world, I would never EVER call my website scorpion girl ugh! It is so girly and euuw, It's like where all the preppy scorpio's of the world would go.

Aaaaggghhhhh I SOOOO WANT scorpion.net! It's so nice and so amazing but argh

It's not fair! I want it! Look at the current one. It's so BORING and DISGUSTING!

I’ve decided to make my English oral presentation based on the Salem Witch Trials. Although I don’t really wanna research it, because I’m frightened I’ll get freaky-deaky pictures as results *shudders* God, I’m gonna be 13 in 51 minutes and I’m still so scared of the most simple things. Even the dark… ehhh.

I changed my mind about Suicide, since my research is based on depression and suicide is an effect of depression, so instead of doing it as an oral presentation, I’ll just include it in my depression term paper.

When I asked the girls in my class if they knew what the Salem Witch Trials were, none of them knew… I can’t be any more shocked. We’re approaching high school and only Michelle knows what the witch trials were. What the hell, see that’s one of the very, very bad things about our school. We have such uneducated students that you want to smack yourself.

So since nobody knows what the trials were, I might as well educate their pea-sized brains, and I hope anybody reading this…who doesn’t know what the Salem Witch Trials does not feel offended. And I only have a day and a bit of tonight to research it. Argh, I hate choosing things at the last second.

Um. I’ve got 41 minutes of being a kid. What can I do in this teenager-free time? Roll around in the mud? We don’t even have mud in Dubai. Unless I go to the beach now. Or go to the garden and spray water on the sand. As if.

38 minutes left.

If your wandering why it suddenly turned 41 minutes to 38 minutes, then don’t think I’m that slow of a typer. I’m simply singing along to Good Charlotte and glancing at Nahar using the internet every now and then.

Good Charlotte’s CD really is amazing, I’ve been wanting it for a year now… and I finally got my hands on a copy. It’s marvelous (Notice my use of words, dear A Walk To Remember fans, the book fans).

34 minutes left. Still singing along. You know the happiest day of my life, I swear that happiest day in my life is the day that I die (The Day that I Die – Good Charlotte)

30 minutes left.

God help me, I don’t wanna be a teenager.

Taleen completely forgot it’s my birthday. How nice of you Taleen.

I just realized how good a person I am. No I mean, not in that big headed way but… anyway. I don’t like Good Charlotte for their looks, I like them for their music. Isn’t that interesting. In your face Ghaya! I always don’t care about the way people look.

25 minutes left.

24 minutes.

I really have nothing to say.

23 minutes.

I still don’t have a name for my soon-to-be .net

I think I’ll just stick to freakadoodle.

22 minutes.

But seriously, I mean… freakadoodle?! I love it but. Ugh, I’ve discussed this matter many times with several people, and I don’t feel like repeating myself.

20 minutes.

19 minutes.

If anybody is interested in knowing, I switched to listening to All-American Rejects. Oooh Tyson.

18 minutes.

One more thing before I go, two the one who loves me so, don’t make me count to three again (Happy Endings – All-American Rejects)

17 minutes.

I seriously don’t have anything better to do. Nahar is reading fanfiction. Last night I had my every-now-and-then dose of fanfiction. I read until 4:30 am.

16 minutes.

And that’s why I came home today and died. Meaning I fell asleep and now I can’t sleep. God forbid me dying on my birthday.

15 minutes.

I’m listening to Drive Away – A-AR

I’ll write sincerely yours and sign my name. PS I love you. How sweet.

13 minutes.

12 minutes.

11 minutes.

Whoever reading this must be so bored.

10 minutes.

Besides, I’m just talking to my CPU. Currently listening to Too Far Gone – All-American Rejects. Speak slowly my heart is learning. Teach me heartache, stop this burning now.

9 minutes.

Look how I’m wasting my childhood. Sitting on my laptop and ticking away the minutes.

8 minutes.

Now seriously. I should do something with these final 8 minutes of my childhood.

I have nothing to do.

If I was in China then I’d be partying my ass off. In China, the 13^th birthday is more important than the wedding day.

7 minutes.

Nahar said it’s not true. What the hell, she’s the one who told me that. What a liar.

6 minutes.

Arghhh… I can’t believe I’m just SITTING HERE! I should be having this mega celebration!

5 minutes. Oh my God, somebody start a party! It’s my birthday! We’re gonna party like it’s my birthday, cause it really is.

EEwww 50 Cent is so gross. He’s not worthy of singing his songs on my birthday.

Well, it’s 4 minutes away.

3 minutes.

My favorite number! I’m turning 13, on November 3^rd and it’s 3 minutes away. Somebody blast the music! Whatever music should be playing, hmm… I want a private show with Tyson singing. I WISH! The house is empty except for Reem sleeping. And Nahar on the computer.

2 minutes.

I’m going crazy right here!

1 MINUTE!! Oh My God, okay. Let me have my moment of peace. Ahh what the hell!

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to meeee! Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, lah lah lah lah lah lah!

I’m 13 and a minute old. Aghhh where’s the huge party? The blasting music? The friends who are supposed to be there for me!? Well, I’m listening to One More Sad Song. I’m remembering you guys! This is like, our song *Switches to Swing Swing* No, this is our song!

13 and 2 minutes old.

When I have my birthday party on December 3^rd, Swing Swing will be blasting so loud, the whole neighborhood will hear it.

Oh, I’m not officially 13! Oh COOL! That means I can have my celebration at school tomorrow! And I’ll sing Swing Swing at the top of my lungs!

Nahar just told me that I’ll officially be 13 at 4 PM tomorrow. Perhaps I can have a mini-iftar jama’I at my place. Only invite like, Budour. And we’ll sing Swing Swing until we go crazy. Uhh, yeah right. As if dad will let me.

I’m unofficially 13 years old and 6 minutes. And 7 minutes. And 9 minutes. On the other computer, and 12 minutes.

I shall go walk around the house aimlessly now.

Happy un-official Birthday to me!

1:00 AM

Alright, I'm finally bothered to post my wishlist. Here you guys go..

Enjoy buying me presents! Lol, I'm just joking, it's just a birthday wishlist. I still didn't do anything. Oops. I think I'll just work on it tomorrow *runs away*