I’m Ze Cookie Monster

Omnomnomnomnomnomnom!!

Yes, another nickname from waaayyy back in the seventh grade, the Sesame Street Gang. I was the Cookie Monster, Hiffee was Elmo, and Abeer was Count Van Count. Good times, good times.

And ever since these random wanabes have started wearing Cookie Monster hoodies and Elmo hoodies even though they never watched Sesame Street as children totally disgusts me, and makes me feel ripped off. I’ve loved it since I was four, and the Cookie Monster’s been my fav character since then! And these people wear these hoodies, and talk about it’s awesomeness which just SUCKS.

Rip off!! *a kick to the shin and runs off*

But I just got this cute little bright blue, legit Cookie Monster hoodie from Hadia yesterday. It’s go the fluffy fur like the actual Cookie Monster does, so I look like him, and don’t have a blue hoodie with his face on the front. Too cool for that shiz.

I wore it to school today, and everyone loved it and agreed that I am the Cookie Monster =3

The best coincidence was when Zaid showed me that he was wearing Cookie Monster socks xD This just supports the AlisonXSimon shipping =P It’s just fate =’D

Now I poof, so that I can post properly about what tomorrow’s plan is SUPPOSED TO BE. Since tomorrow, I’m pretty sure some different shiz is gonna go down xD

Ooor, I can just forget that I said I’d write a seperate post, and just sort of add it along here… I mean, why not?

So, the plan is to leave school at 12.30 ish pm, once I’m out of class. Then, we divide from Anime Addicts to The Semi-Normals, and cruise to the resturant. In styyyle. I shall be listening to a buuunch of Japanese anime theme songs. And singing along too xD

Once, we get there, if we’re early we’ll chill, take a bunch of pictures, videos, and just mess around. Basically, creep all those at that posh place out. If not, we’ll just go towards our reserved table(s) and order food. And mess around obviously. Possibly play some Truh, Dare, or Rather, or perhaps do some strange pick-up challenges with the chopsticks.

Note to self- Do not forget to take your own chopsticks. Just for the hell of it. And to bother Zaid xD

After eating, which will evidently take two hours, a bunch of us plan on heading to Alya’s place, after which I shall be picked off and thrown into tution, to cram some math =Y

The people included in this bday shindig are, of course, the bday girls, Alya, and Mehernaz, Ayesha, Zara, Zaid, Shayan (maybe?), Saliha, and I ^_^

I can’t wait! It’s going to be so fab =D And I plan on towering over Alya and Ayesha by wearing my wedged boots =3 Huzzah to height!

*I’ve just said or done something crazy. Or both.*
“How high are you??”
“5’2″!”
*flies away*

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

ps.
RAWR ❤
Imma Cookie Monster =3

 

Exiled From Ireland&The Irish Love Me

Obviously.

Anyways, i have a dream where im in this plain boring area, with hills and a sun above them, and nothing else. all in shades of yellow, green, and orange (yes, even the sun.) and yet somehow i know im in ireland.

Scene shift. at this absolutely gorgeous mountain top, with magnificent mountains as far as the eye can see. its a crisp winter morning, but insanely sunny. my perfect winter weather. we’re in this amazing manor, castle, thing. all grey carved stone, and beautiful. its brilliant. and then, there are all these random people scattered here and there. and theyre about to announce who got shuffled into which team with who. anyways, ayesha and i are super excited, but ayesha’s flipping out with insane hand gestures and everything. (so very un ayesha like). shes going on about how cool itd be if she gets an actual french person on her team and they become great friends. and i want to make friends with whoevers on my team.

anways, they announce the teams, and group us all together. we then are supposed to hang out together as a team to improve our teamwork and get to know each other more. after a debate and all that time, i become really close friends with this irish guy on my team. we become bros. its awesome =) and then after that, when we get our own free time to spend with whomever we choose, i go find ayesha. shes ecstatic cuz she has a french chick on her team. so thats cool, sure why not, were both happy.

later on, i see ayesha hanging out (bothering) the frenchie girl, and its pretty obvious that shes  irritated. yet ayesha being oblivious to this, continues her pursuit of being best friends with the Croissant Lover. she goes on about our (ayesha and mine) lit references, how shes the Lady of Shallot, how she has always considers herself french, and french worthy, blah blah blah. anyways, im then hanging out with Irish-Guy (and i dont remember what he looked like much- possibly blonde with green eyes? im not sure…but i do remember that he was hot. buuut i wasnt into him. not then. yes, there IS a sequel dream! =D ) and we become closer friends.

the next time i see ayesha, she has irked the french chick to a terrible extreme where she snaps at ayesha. ayesha gets stunned and a bit confused and tries to appologize and then go on about how theyre such good freinds and forgive each other. Madam Mustache (..no she didnt have one..but-but still =P) gets more annoyed, and tells ayesha shes not worthy of calling herself french let alone being french, and how shes just an annoying little wanna be. ayesha gets angry now, and they proceed to a full scale riot yelling match fight thing. then this girl sues ayesha, and takes her to the french embassy. there, all the french also hate ayesha, and tell those in charge of our debate tournament training thing (the debating TTT =P ) that they hate her and will not tolerate her being in ireland where shes happy and where currently there are a lot of french people or something. the irsih are totally chill and are just like, ‘yeah, sure, cool, why dont we just exile her, yeah?’ and thus ayesha gets exiled from ireland.

now, we;re at this scene where ayeshas crossing the boarder. once again, in all shades of orange, green and yellow, strangely. so ayeshas leaving and she asks me to cross over with her, you know, lets ditch this popsickle stand kinda thing. (i would never call ireland a popsickle stand but you get the idea right? no offense..) and im fine with leaving (since i can come back. no exile for me =) ) but all these random irish people appear and they say no, i cant go because they like me and are attached to me. aw, im loved by the irish ❤ anyways, as this happens, my irish guy friend was standing by my side the entire time and when the ayesha asks me to leave with her, he hugs me. like, NO. she wont go. it was cute.

all and all, this is a pretty morality type dream of mine.

the irish will love me. the irish are cool and chill. ayesha doesnt belong in ireland. ayesha is to be hated by the french. and, apparently, ayesha doesnt have what it takes to call herself and to BE french. yowch. and obviously, the sun is secretly green, orange and red in ireland. i feel so much more enlightened now. =)

I-Ireland? Is That You…?

yeaaaah baby, my debating coach picked the most APT place to go for my very first abroad debating trip! Ireland! eeeeeeek!!!

my middle name being Irish, its awesome. and absolutley perfect.

its insanely expensive though…200 euros? no sweat..ehehe..*cough im broke cough*

but seriously, it sounds just SO fun. well be taking part in a parliamentary three on three style tournament for three days. then well be coached by international coaches for three days. then, well be shuffled into teams with random people for our next tournament to see how well we learnt, whatever else. but thats just so insanely fun!! i wanna make so many new friends, and if i get permission to go, i ll be going with one of my best friends, ayesha, so itll be epic. and its ireland for gods sake, ireland!! eeeeep! i cant waaaiiit!

i just really really reaaalllly hope i get permission to go…

i mean, isnt it like destiny? its just so perfect…and ive always wanted to go to ireland! so i really am trying to win my dad over in letting me go…lets see how that works out.

i even dreamed about it! yeah, even my subconscious is telling me to hurry up and get on that plane…

now i need to work on my irish accent even more =) might i just add that, i have made progress on that, btw. but i sort of require (..desperately) to use either the word lassy or laddy to pull it off though. its just a psychological thing with me, so yeaaah. a little more practice needed there….

ok, one last post about my dream in ireland, and THEN i studying for my lit test tmrw=P