So yea...hi...I am back, obviously. And the reason is the following: I have amnesia. Well, not the amnesia everyone knows, but I tend to forget some things when I take in new info. So this is the best way to keep track of things.

If you read some random stuff...you know, stuff like, uhm, I dunno...Let's shee...things such as 'Remember Julius Caesar's chariot?', just bear with me. I'll tell you about the Julius Caesar thing now, but in the future, explanations will be written in the following entry, only if there's a request. Otherwise, a simple phrase will do the job for me, and my readers will just go like 'wha-?'. So. The thing with Julius Caesar is that *some Art History students might know this already*, he painted this HUGE, and I mean huge, penis on the front part of his chariot to show his enemies his musculanity. Talk about the origin of porn. He didn't actually paint it, he had it painted, duh. Imagine being commissioned [sp] to paint a buncha nipples on the limo for some famous female celebrity...It would be uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable.

I wanted to share this thing here 'cause it was just the event of a lifetime. When the teacher told the class about the masterpiece on the chariot, all of the girls in the classroom *I go to an all-girls uni. They're lettin guys in during the Spring semester* gasped and said all these phrases in Arabic *95% of the class was muslim - even the teacher* that had the word 'Allah' (God) in it, so I'm guessing they were offended or shocked...I was the only one who blurted out 'Kewl!' and the student sittin' next to me elbowed me in the ribs. Haha. That was Nada. She's used to my weirdness now, heh. She's a Muslim as well.

Oo, speaking of weirdness. Sorry, I have to carry on with this...One day me and a buncha uni peeps decided to go to the mall and watch a movie and have dinner. The uni peeps were Farida (a mother of two and such a sweet person, Indian/Iranian), Lama (a very hyper humanling with great artistic techniques, Syrian) and Nada (a mortal who thinks that 'thingy' means boobs, Palestinian[sp]/Jordanian). And of course, I was with them. So we got to the mall, we're lookin' around, and others were lookin' at us. We were such a strange combination...A woman in her late 30's-early 40's, one 19 year old, one 18 year old, and one 16 year old, me. I was 16 then. I don't know why, I asked them "What would you guys give me if I sang 'Happy Birthday'  - no, screamed 'Happy Birthday' in front of this crowd?". Farida said, "A slap?". Lama said, "*laughs*", and Nada said, "You wouldn't do it." That's when I screamed at and they pulled me away from the staring earthlings. Haha. After that, they tried to be nice and didn't go to crowded areas in the mall, heh.

Oh, crazz, wanted to go on with my stories! Mom's here, and she's my only ride home. I'll write here later.

Love you more than veggies.