You're just going to have to trust me.

ok so since i actually got scolded for not posting yesterday, i am now writing a blog despite the fact that its 2:15am and i am le tired jiddon. or rather, giddon i suppose.

where to begin where to begin. i suppose that is the danger in not writing everyday. everything oozes together in my mind to create one great mushy memory of heat and cute clothes. what did i do the last 2 days? ok hold on im trying to remember.

ah yes. so yesterday i slept in until 2:30 in the afternoon. it was glorious. not setting an alarm is a truly liberating experience. even if it does mean skipping the tour of your new college campus. psh. people who actually know their way around live incredibly boring lives.

oh i fell down the stairs btw. did i mention this to you? there are these marble spiral stairs in one of the campus buildings. swear to god the steps arent actually parallel to the ground. they slope downwards, which means walking down them in flipflops (read: cute but frictionless) can be an adventure. basically, i managed to slide down about 20 stairs, choosing, of course, to wait just until there are enough people around to cause true humiliation. my sophisticated veneer barely survived. barely. it probably was not helped by the fact that i was wearing a skirt. by the time i reached the bottom of the stairs i did not pass anyone's but perhaps the french's test of modesty. i had a similar experience at breakfast earlier this summer. it didnt involve stairs but i ended up in about the same position. i need to either stop falling over or to re-think my clothing choices.

oh. and i also managed to shatter a window in my apartment. and i mean SHATTER, as in there is no more glass in the window frame except for one lonely little fin-shaped shard at the bottom. and i exploded a juice carton at the grocery store. well, it exploded by itself, with a little help from gravity and one of my elbows. awkward. i dont think ive done much for the less-than-flattering american stereotype just yet. still working on it.

anyway i had my first clubbing-in-cairo experience last night. woot. we went to the odeon palace hotel. very chic. its this roof-top bar, with a goorgeous view of cairo. it took us a while to get there since our taxi driver didn't know where it was and, of course, spoke no english. not that we knew where it was either, so i dont know whether english would have helped but somehow it lends a certain feeling of comfort. he pulled up at another hotel and i understood enough of the conversation to warn the other girls in the car that yes, as expected, he had lied to us when he said he knew where he was going and no, the other hotel guy didnt know where it was either but he recommended just driving into downtown and asking people on the streets for directions. which i guess i didnt really have a problem with except i probably would have prefered just to stay ignorant and make the logical assumption that our taxi driver, as a man who makes his living off driving people around the city, might actually know his way around the city.

but we made it there eventually and spent just enough time in the lobby of the hotel waiting for the other girls to arrive to make the hotel staff reeally nervous. although this didnt stop them from adjusting their security camera to point at us instead of the door. the actual bar itself was really nice, blah blah blah. we had to tip a guy to get toilet paper for the bathroom, but i suppose you win some you lose some. we tried "stella" which is the "beer of egypt" according to the billboards. i really dont know how much that says. and we had apple sheesha and felt very middle eastern. the liquour in the turkish coffee was a nice combo also. soo we just sort of hung out and had girls-that-live-in-apts bonding time. which is always helped along by alcohol. and ridiculous picture taking, many of which will hopefully soon be posted on facebook for all of our viewing pleasure. oh, and some of the other girls knocked over their sheesha and almost set the building on fire. but it WASNT ME. and i was rather proud of that.

oh and i was describing one of my friends - i wont say who - to one of the other girls when i had another one of my memory leaks. they asked for his name and i was completely unable to give it to them! nope. had no earthly idea what it was. i could picture his face in my head. could remember every time id hung out with him. and could not, for the life of me, remember his name. this was a guy i lived in the same dorm with for an ENTIRE YEAR. yeah. and this isnt the first time this has happened to me. its like sometimes the little nerve endings that store information in my brain are just a tad bit slippery or something. or every once in a while one of the connectors will morph from puzzle-piece form to tiny woman holding on to only the hand of a really fat man dangling off a cliff. and theyve both been hiking all day. in cairo. and she never liked him that much anyway. and its almost easier for her to just...let go.

or maybe im just going prematurely demented.

or maybe thats what dementia IS - when the nerve endings in your brain change from cute little children being frantically held on to by their loving mothers (the puzzle pieces) to fat unattractive men who would be doing the world a disservice if they reproduced.

i think i might just be tired.

but basically what im trying to say is we had a lot of fun clubbing. and we left the hotel at some hour in the morning (nothing too late wouldnt want to traumatize the caironians) and created a huge scene just by walking down the street. it was ridiculous; literally every man (and there were only men out at this hour) on the street turned, stared, and catcalled at us IN UNiSON as we walked down the street. it was almost like a musical - i expected dancing and was disapointed. and then we went home and played jenga. another good bonding game. and ate trailmix. and i must say it was overall a fantastic way to finish the evening.

so that was yesterday. and i am much too tired to write too much about what i did today so i will give you only the highlight: we watched 8 episodes of season 1 of 24. in a row. and it was beautiful. i dont think ive ever screamed at the characters of a fictional story so much in my life. and i tend to interact with my television characters (and book characters, and movie characters, much to the dismay of the other ppl in the movie theatre. specifically my mother.), so thats saying something.

ok i am exhausted and not seeing entirely straight. planning on sleeping in tomorrow. and then cleaning the bathroom with our NEW CLEANING SUPPLIES. which was a whole different adventure. which you guys will probably never hear about. so come up with something exciting for me, would you? awesome.