Part 2

there was this guy in the registration office today who i want to be my friend. he was this blond haired white kid, but other than that he had nothing in common with anyone id ever met before. his hair was a work of art. he had greased it back against his head, and it was so well-slicked, you could actually see the comb marks in it. his entire head of hair was flat against his skull except the very bottom where he had a collar of little curls - the sort of curls you would find on an expensive french dog, id say - around his neck and around under his ears. his outfit was equally interesting: he was wearing a light blue polo. now this was not baby blue my girlfriend picked this out for me im not afraid to show my feminine side light blue, this was im wearing this color bc it was the only one left in the store and nobody else would buy it light blue. no wait im giving him too much credit. he definately went out and bought this color on purpose. thought went into this outfit. this was im a MAN light blue. im a PLAYA light blue. girls melt at my FEET light blue. and to match it he had pale, fitted jeans that were just metro enough to show that he thought he looked damn good in them. to top off the outfit he was wearing a pair of aviators. indoors. i watched him walk back and forth across the office a few times, and the first time he disapeared into the depths of the office, he came back with his collar popped. i can totally see him glancing at himself in a mirror, checking his teeth, fixing his hair, and noticing with horror that his collar had come un-popped. he quickly remedies the situation and then acts cool. dont worry my dear. i was the only one that noticed your brief moment of shame. i bet you havent been able to find anyone to starch your collars in cairo, have you? aww miskina. i feel your pain. afterall without a popped collar who are you? nobody, thats who. nobody.

so yeah i registered for classes yesterday. it was a success in that yes, i am now taking classes. more, they are classes that i am interested in. im taking fushah (classical arabic), amiyah (colloquial arabic), international relations in islam and gender studies in islam. and i am riDIculously excited. i used to fantasize about classes like this at stanford. going to stanford was sort of like dating a guy bc he had such a great rep only to discover that while he might be a great kisser, and he while he might have the money to take you out to entertaining places, he's totally lacking in the personality department and makes you laugh only by accident. so while you might have fun with his friends and appreciate the trips to hawaii, you're going to end up dumping him to take a year in egypt and date a local taxi cab driver. (i am a taxi driver in calcutta)

i apologize if you didnt get that reference, but you should really look into that bc youre missing out.

quick side note: i am madly in love with stanford and have never considered transfering despite my frustration with the lack of classes in my area of interest. besides, all the cool kids go to stanford.

anyway so my classes are amazing. however, i have an 8am four days a week. coming from a girl who's earliest class was 1:15pm last quarter, this SUCKS. mostly bc, despite my dire need for sleep, i think i may be somewhat unable to make myself go to sleep at a reasonable hour. case in point: last night. now i had planned to go to sleep at 10pm or something since i had gotten virtually no sleep the night before and i wanted to be somewhat awake for arabic class. instead, i went out with a bunch of ppl to a hooka bar and didnt get home until 2am. my time management skills leave something to be desired. the hooka bar was fun though - its called "scream" but despite that shadiness it was actually rather nice. you just have to ignore the cave-like decour. cantalope hooka = yum. they also had this delishess mango juice that was more like a smoothy with actual chunks of mango in it. for any girls out there, quick sidenote - do NOT order this drink on a first date. very difficult to drink with sophistication as a result of the mango strings. may have caused my nickname to change from sassy to sloppy. will keep you updated.