This is what I call the true fate of a stupid teenager. He definetly won’t be able to have kids, ever!

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Lord, I have committed the horrible sin of gluttony today. I have over consumed large amounts of food and I feel disgusting. Temptation my dear Lord. It was all peer temptation!

I am seriously at the edge of throwing up. I feel food resting in my esophagus waiting for a signal to return back to the outside world.

What did I eat today you may ask?

Well, I had my morning coffee, and I had a fruit muffin.

Then, it was my boss’s birthday today and we went to an all you can eat Sushi restaurant. I had to seriously stop eating before I threw up and I was accused of “eating like a bird.”

Then, we got a heavy rich delicious amazing stupendous chocolate fudge cake. I had to eat a piece. If I didn’t, then I would have committed a treason against humanity.

Then it got worse. I got home, and someone at home decided it was a super duper amazing idea to get Shawarma from this new place near my house. It was hot, and smelled good. I couldn’t resist. I looked and I wasn’t hungry, but the smell. Oh at times I wish I couldn’t smell anything so I wouldn’t be fooled by the smell of food! So I ate it!!!

Then it all went down hill from there.

I went to the gym about hour and a half after, and I couldn’t move. I felt my stomach was weighing me down and screaming at me constantly. It kept saying, “YOU SINNER! YOU WILL GO TO HELL! You are making me do extra work of digesting all that junk you ate all day! You ate the same amount of food you ate all week combined! Damn you. DAMN YOU TO HELL!”

Stomach won’t shut up and keeps insulting me. I am deeply offended. I don’t think I will eat ever again at this rate. However, that excludes Chocolate fudge and Coca Cola. Ehm.

I shall go now. Fight with my stomach and take a nap. Zzzz

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Scene: 7:45 pm in the car with my sister and brother.

Sister says, “stop whispering about me! Gossip is wrong. Didn’t you see last week’s episode of Little Mosque on the Prairie? It is a sin!”

I said, “excuse me. I don’t gossip. I don’t like or care enough about people to gossip about them.”

Brother said, “yep. She is right. Mona doesn’t gossip at all because she doesn’t like people.”

Sister says, “well you talked about me, and I didn’t hear it.”

I said, “I SAID ….. AND YOU NEED TO CLEAN YOUR EARS! I don’t have a problem telling you anything to your face! You get that!”

Sister says, “fine.. but you still gossip about me. I will find out.”

I don’t understand kids now a days.

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I decided last week that I needed a hair cut. My front layers grew out and they needed fixing. So I told my mom my plan. She kept saying, “don’t cut it short!”

So I made an appointment yesterday for today. I was a bit excited and I was browsing all over the net for hair cuts that suit people with a round face like me. I was looking at it this morning too. My mom decided to sit on my bed and look at what I am doing. I said, “what about this cut with lots of layers? My hair is so damaged and a lot of it falls when I wash it and blow dry it.”

She angrily says, “your hair falls because you eat too much candy!”

I looked back at her ANGRILY and then SCREAMED.

“Mama!! That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Where in the world do you make up that nonsense from? It’s PURE nonsense.” (translate that to Arabic and sounds more vulgar and nasty).

She said, “how do you talk to your mother like that?”

I said, “whatever.. you make no sense at all.”

I ignored the situation and I was so mad that I wanted to do something drastic.

I went to the hair salon at the mall and the lady who did my hair was pure Latino. She kept saying, “aren’t you Latino?”

I said, “no, Arab.”

She said, “what does your name Mona mean?”

I paused thinking because no one ever asked me what my name meant because my name is the second most famous female name in the world.

I said, “aah.. you know the Mona Lisa?”

She said, “oh ok.. right right.. you are named after her?”

I said, “yaaah.. I guess so!”

She then asked, “what did you do for Christmas, aren’t you Catholic?”

I said, “no. Muslim.”

She said, “oh. I am Catholic. Didn’t anyone ever mistake you for a Latin girl?”

I said, “yes. All the time.”

While she was doing my hair, I came up with an idea. I said to the hair dresser, “make it short.”

She said, “1 inch. 2inch, layered a lot?” I said, “sure. To my shoulder with lots of layers!”

I have never ever in my life had my hair this short.

I go home. My dad sees me and says, “lovely and beautiful as always!”

I go to my mom. I said, “MAMA! Look at my hair!”

She went into a semi-heart attack mode. She said, “what did you do to your hair. IT IS SHORT!”

I said with a big FAT GRIN on my face, “yah.. I like it! Isn’t it nice??”

She said, “it is SHORT!”

Later in the afternoon, “she comes in my room and I am laying on my bed watching TV. She comes in and says in a sad tone, “Mona… why you cut your hair so short?”

I said, “MOM. IT IS JUST HAIR. It will grow!”

Later as I was going down the stairs, she sees me and says, “why so short? why? People grow out their hair and have beautiful long hair.”

I said, “I like my hair. It is nice and short!”

I finally got her back for saying my hair falls because I eat too much candy. I DON’T EAT TOO MUCH CANDY! I drink a lot of Coca Cola. Honestly, if someone can inject an ever lasting tube inside my veins with Cola Cola, I am all for it! I can live with out the fudge (God forbid), and the chocolate, but not the cola. I just caused a major catastrophe downstairs asking where the cola cans are! My brother said, “holy crap. Here is the box you addict!”

Anyways, I like my hair and I like drinking my Cola!

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I asked my friend today a simple question and she knows everything that goes on in my life, and at times she thinks I am crazy, but she knows why I do the things I do because she would do the same and people think she is crazy. So I asked her, “Be honest with me. Do you think I am a drama queen?”

She said, “YES YOU ARE!”

I said, ” ok ”

She said, “I AM TOO! WTF. Don’t be sad. Jeez. It’s a permanent label on us two.”

I said, “well, I don’t mean it, and I have my reasonings. ”

She said, “yah. I do too. But people don’t like us and treat us like crap because we let them. And when we speak up and tell people to leave us alone, they think we are just drama queens and just act the way we do to get attention.”

I said, “I don’t even want people to pay attention to me. I want them to leave me alone. Pretend I don’t exist.”

She said, “Not going to work. We grab attention because we never follow the crowd and we stand out.”

I said, “I just want to be normal. I am tired of my life. Everyone is happy and just do their work in peace and quiet and enjoy their life. I can’t even imagine my self waking up in the morning anymore and thinking positively. Will today be a better day than yesterday? I just can’t think that far ahead of what might happen in the next few hours of the day anymore.”

She said, “I don’t know either. Nothing is right in this life, but it is out of our hands and we either bitch about it or tell people off or just sit alone and hope things will just go away.”

I just want to have a normal life and be happy with what I do in my life. I am going to spend the rest of the day making more iRebels and do what I like to do best. Make characters and animations.

I will be back later with more iRebels.

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