Bi kam innurwegeya?

So. Where to start. We hang out. I've stopped taking the doctors pills but i feel heaps better (i've yet to take the mean tests she wants me to do though, and remind me never to let my mum in on it the next time a doctor expresses a concern of me possibly having tyfus), and I am starting to catch up at uni again. I'm taking an additional class to get more credits which i thought would be a massive stressload, but so far it actually seems to be helping me out alot.

We've got goldfish. We're very much in love with them, they're sexy little rascals. Elin and i got them from Finland last week, which was a rather scary affair as we got stuck in a lift with severe
amounts of AD-HD. It started rushing between the 4th and 1st floor without letting us off while franticly blinking the lights. The lady waiting on the 4th floor was pretty pissed off at us, since she appearently thought we enjoyed flirting with death and told us off when we finally managed to get out and walk the stairs up.

Went to the openingmeeting for the norwegian studentsociety here after having a beer or 2 with Rae the other night. We threw the meeting vikingstyle, and i went home early after smoking too much and drinking. We adressed some interresting issues though, like the amounts of credits demanded from our homeuniversities that equals more than a full-time study here, some social matters and possible charities we're concidering working on. I woke up at midnight, having slept it all off and couldn't go back to sleep till 4am ish.

Last night we (Rae, Deen and I) went to a party with the great girls i had dinner with after Coptic Cairo. Met alot of cool people, many AUC'ers and some other nice folks. Bumped into Dave and Nate and dragged them along aswell. I would like to say i had a lot of interresting chats, but between the occational socio-cultural discussions, we were mostly throwing dirty jokes around and smelling eachother now and then. Good times.

Being a tipsy blonde alone in night-time Cairo is really not fun, and after arguing with the driver on my way home, he wanted me to pay in sex in addition to his fare. I asked him if he understood the meaning of "flame" whereas i told him to burn in hell. I belive my exact words were: "Do you know what? You can burn in hell. Burn, burned, will be burning. In hell" (this is when i explicitly drew a little flame with my hand and createed a small man barbecuing over it with my other) "Infact, i hope you crash your car so it bursts into flames right away, so that you burn. Yeah thats it burn. In hell." And i threw in some stuff about being a lousy moslem during Ramadan, but i suspect he might be Copt. Ahh the glory of arab men.

Man will be here in 2 days to chase them off though, i really can't wait for that.