Well the time has come for me to update.
First on the agenda, i was a little disturbed by my "crayon identity" as you will see:
You are
What Rejected Crayon Are You?
So after that disturbing note, let's move on to more important things...
Like MY BIRTHDAY!
Yay that's right world, Malek Mounir Moin Mazzawi is turning 17 and there's nothing you can do about it (knock on wood). You might try and stop me with this heavy, destructive snow, but it won't work.
But, honestly, birthdays suck. You get presents, but in my case maybe not because I'm going to D.C. and that is my present even though i paid half. You get cake, but not in my case because I don't eat sugar
which is fine with me but people keep buggin me about it (last year i
got an apple). You get a party, but maybe not in my case because of crappy weather, abandoning friends, and lack of planning. So what am i left with? A year closer to death. I'm not even legal on my birthday to drive other people. So what I say is screw birthdays and blah.
WARNING
WARNING
If you forget to tell me "happy birthday" then you will soon regret it. That's the way I am and get used to it. And don't take offense to my endless birthday complaining as seen above.