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Last night I came downstairs to see what all the hub bub was about, why my father was shouting, clapping erratically, and singing his nonsense Englibic** off tune.
I caught Moustafa watching The Cheetah Girls Movie all by himself, and at that, he was watching with great and intense passion might I add.
He danced his night away, and gained a new sense of growl-power.
Hehe.

So like Oh My God, Paramore is in fucking 4 days.
Yesterday I was like Oh My God Paramore is in 5 days.
Like this is fucking huge. This is beyond my knowledge. This is just. GREAT.
What fucking sucks is it only lasts for so long huh.
And I keep forgetting that fucking NO DOUBT is the headliner. Like.
I'm going to be all exasperated and shocked and awed and screamed and cried and God knows what else, and then 10 fucking minutes later while I'm trying to recover from having had 3 heart attacks and 2 strokes (oh yes, it's planned out), like friggin' NO DOUBT will come on stage and do a performance of a lifetime.
Oy.
This just.
Ee.

**English+Arabic combined into one language.