As I have had the opportunity to experience progressively worse dates (this weekend's tops them all), I am realizing what the qualities I would like to find in my significant other. Besides being a religious person, today I realized that I would like to marry someone who goes into the education business...cuz think about it, then you know they already have all these great qualities you would want in a mate. My roommate Mary says that I'm setting myself up for disappointment, so I've decided I would also settle for a doctor. Or dentist. Or lawyer. In that order. All others need not apply.*

*subject to change without notice.

Ok so it's been an extremely long time and I was drafting this amazing email to a corresponding friend and I thought, wow, this is such a good summary of...well, you'll see, that I need to post this on my xanga. Enjoy.

"Just a recap of how my the last few weeks played out; I left Cannes/Nice headed directly for DC via Munich, Germany....I got to the airport just 20 minutes before my plane was supposed to board and was sure I wouldn't make it....Fortunately, and also, it turns out, unfortunately, the plane was delayed about an hour. The fortunate part is that both me and my baggage got on the plane...the unfortunate part is that my stop-over in Munich was just barely an hour and as you might guess, that means I missed the only non-stop flight out of Munich to Washington, DC. The airline was courteous enough to reroute me, only it was through Montreal, Canada which would have been terrible enough in itself (I mean honestly, who ever heard of rerouting someone through another country which entails picking up your bags and going through customs?) had not the flight out of Munich also been delayed, thereby causing me to miss yet another connection to DC, which also happened to be the last one out that night...Are you following all this? So in the end the airline had to put me up for a night in the city, pay for my meals and schedule me for a flight the next morning. I wish I could say that from that point everything went smoothly, but it didn't. I mean, I got to DC alright the next morning/early afternoon, but all of my stuff that was supposed to be delivered to me that morning, well, wasn't there b/c there was no me to receive it! So I bummed stuff off my roommate until I could collect my thoughts, borrow a car from a relative (two days later and a day before classes were going to start), drive 5 hours, pick up my stuff, buy a bunch of stuff to organize my room (which, I might add, was seemed so small at first that I couldn't even fathom where I would put all my stuff if I'd had it) and get back to school. In the course of those 2 days that I had the car, I nearly got a $125 parking ticket and spent an additional $25 on parking (it's crazy in the city)...fortunately I talked the ticket down to $25 (which is what it should have been from the get-go)....

So yah. I guess you wouldn't call that a recap of my last few weeks so much as a recap of the first 3 days I was back at school. Needless to say, I was miserable. I was in tears within hours of getting on campus...compared to never crying last year (at least not for reasons related to being at GU). In the end, everything worked itself out alright. Right away my activities had stuff for me to do so there wasn't really much time to dwell on the sadness of my state. Classes have been great so far, though I did have a few problems with my schedule at first (I was on waitlist-limbo, as in, do I stay on the waitlist or move on with my life?)....at one point I not only had a plan A and B, but plans C and D as well...but that, too, worked itself out. So classes look good and professors do too (not literally...one professor I haven't seen at all b/c I added his class late and he's been out of the country since lecturing in the EU).

Ok, so I'd say that's enough for now."

Actually, not true. I was thinking to myself the other day, and the thought that occurred to me was one of those that made me think, "gee, I should really post this on my xanga." What was I thinking about, you might ask. well, I was sort of looking around myself, you know, at the people I find myself with on a daily basis and thought, "wow. I never pictured myself with these people....how are these people my friends?" Now you might think, Damn, that's really harsh, but you haven't heard the rest of it. One really good thing to know about Georgetown is that it's predominately rich white kids...this did not occur to me until recently, because I was always so impressed by how many international kids we had too....so yes, rich white kids with their collars popped, etc.

And this occurred to me b/c I realized that almost all of my friends were white (not so much rich, though). This seemed odd to me at first but then I realized that even in high school, (at least at the end) that of those people I could call friends were...most of them were white. For anyone thing, "wait a minute, what's she talking about people being white for?  She's as white as any of 'em," I say no. Actually, I did this whole project about how Arab-Americans, (which I'm not really either...but it's close enough) have historically been categorized as "white" but not treated as such...i.e. they're like, second-class white people....like, you can racially profile them....but without sounding too liberal and ACLU-ish, let me continue. So yah, I realized I'm with all these people and that these were not the people I ever thought I'd be hanging around with b/c of the things they say and the way they act...and yet I am. And I thought, well then, who do you want to be with and how do you end up being with those people?

And to that, I have no answer.

When I thought all this to myself the other day, it made a lot of sense, but yesterday I had a little bit of the opposite experience....so I'm coping with my dissatisfaction.

Ok, so that's definitely it for now. Peace out, hommies.

Would anyone believe me if I said that my life's ambition was to meet a guy, get married, move out to the suburbs and have a family?

...Well, you better not. Only about half of that is true (not the part about the suburbs and the family). And if I ever say anything like that, my God himself smite me (and that maybe in the form of one my bosom friends).

Easter break! (just getting off spring break, too)...Toronto, here I come

Why guys should not encourage girls to drink:

They get FAT.

So this has troubled me for a long time.

We have in our bathroom stalls in Harbin something called "The Stall Seat Journal" (or the SSJ, for all the cool people)...It's actually something we borrowed from UVA, but the point is, it's right there, on the side of the stall for your literary enjoyment while sitting on the john. Now, personally, I think it's ingenious, but it's got me to wondering, what is acceptable as far as bathroom behavior goes. Meaning, is it ok for people to take reading material with them into the restroom? I know I've been in households where they store magazines and stuff in the restroom which seems to suggest that it's a cultural norm, but I dunno if any of ya'll remember the Seinfield episode where they're this big kafuffle (remember how Ms. Mooney would use that word all the time? I just realized I hadno idea how to spell it)...anyway, they're this big kafuffle about a book Kraemer takes into the bathroom with him because it gets "flagged"? On the one hand, I can see why doing something like taking reading material into the bathroom with you (or having it there to begin with) can be gross, because you think of people touching the magazine/book/paper/ whatever and then...putting their hands elsewhere...? But on the other hand, don't you ever just get bored when you're sitting there, waiting for something to happen? Anyway, that's what's been on my mind these days. That, and what to do this summer.

Peace.