the past two days have been spent in the company of the delightfully protective yasmin. we sit at almaj, smoke sheesha, talk about boys and school. occasionally, there is some studying involded. i really enjoy friendships that allow me to realize over and over (because it's a nice sort of realization) how different people are and how special each one is in their difference. she has taught me much about the ideal friendship, taught me to be a better friend while allowing me to be myself. i must remember to hold on to this, the good stuff, when it seems most convenient to judge someone based on one fuck-up - as we all impulsively sometimes.

someday i'll write a better update of my life, ideas and exploits. it just seems that participating in discourse is a lot less tedious than making the conscious effort to pen thoughts. suffice to say, egyptian men are terribly charming yet obnoxious; old flames have a tendency of being painfully awkward which makes me awkward and then everything falls to bits, kind of; and drunken girl talk with the right girl is perfect for inducing unlimited amounts of honesty and revelations.