Last night, my dad and I were watching a show on TV, and it showed a clip with a very attractive University female professor. My dad likes to comment when he watches ANY show, and throw in some obscure story from the past, or his interpretation of the situation. However, sometimes, well maybe all the time, I really don’t want to know.

My dad graduated from the American University of Beirut back in the early 1970′s. Therefore, he has some pretty interesting stories.

He said, “When I took Quantum Mechanics in 3rd year University, we had a professor, and she was the wife of the president of the University. She was so pretty and smart. She wore mini-skirts to class, and she was very short too and barely reached the black board.”

I gave a dissatisfied look and said, “Aha? And?”

My dad said, “Well, people on the first row had a great time!”

I said, “OK! She didn’t care?”

He said, “Well, she knew, but what can she do? She was short!”

I said with an unenthusiastic tone on my voice, “Maybe she should not wear mini-skirts?”

My dad said giggling, “It was the 1970′s. It was the style!”

I then thought to my self that I never had an attractive Computer Science professor before. Maybe that’s why I never cared about classes. However, one math class had a CUTE teacher’s assistant. Oh well..

The moral of this story, my dad is a bit crazy, and the whole department of Computer Science needs more attractive people.

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I always knew if there were another person like me, it will be chaos on earth. Can you imagine if I had a twin? An identical twin that looks exactly like me? Acts like me? Does the stupidest things like me?

So I hired her to take some pictures of me. She was stubborn as hell, and wanted to be in the pictures as well. So I told her fine! I was gonna pay you in 1920 Canadian currency value, but NOT ANYMORE! NADA, ZIP, NOTHING!

She was so annoying!

Who do you like better? ME or HER!??

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I have a very neurotic family, and they love to pin point every single detail. Even the ones that are not important, or useless from the distant past.

However, bringing up the past made me realize that maybe I had a problem since I was little that was not addressed. What else would you expect? I was born and raised in an Arab household. Anything strange or not right in a child means nothing but a phase of “growing up.”

Today, I was walking downstairs, and I saw the front door open. I atomically locked it. My sister saw me and said, “Who cares if it is open? We are all in the house.”

I told her that I am a complicated person, and I have a problem with front doors being open. I have to close them. It is a habit, even in the car! The moment I get into a car, I close the door manually. Maybe I like to feel secure? Who knows!

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My parents over heard us, and then came to pin point the past. They hysterically laughed and blurted out, “Mona had a bigger problem when she was little. She used to take thread and tie door knobs together and make spider webs all over the house. Why did you do that Mona? Maybe you have a problem.”

I look at them, and remember the days when I was 5 or 6 years old. So what that I played with threads and made spider webs all over the house? The door knobs are where the strings got tied at. Hmm. So? Do you see a problem? I just see a child bored to death and does not like Barbie dolls.

Unfortunately, my parents keep reiterating the same story, and I keep remembering the past. Reading this post, and seeing what the hell I just wrote, made me realize that I may suffer from some weird ass infatuation with spiders or door knobs. Or maybe I like to lock things to feel secure all the time?

Who is a psychologist out there that wants to interpret my problems for me!

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This morning, about 30 minutes ago, I was having a weird dream. Then all of a sudden, I felt my entire body being pushed down and shaken. I opened my eyes, looked outside, and my heart stopped. It was cloudy, gloomy, and somewhat fuzzy. I started looking up and down, and I felt the world was spinning.

I put my hand on my chest, and prayed. I thought that the hand of God touched me and pushed me down, and I am about to DIE!

At that point, I felt my heart is about to jump out of my chest from the rapid uncontrollable heart beats.

Few seconds later, I heard shuffling noises and little talk behind me. Oh no! It is true! Judgment Day is here and everyone is saying their final prayers!

Out of curiosity, because I am Mona, I turn my head a little bit behind me, and see my brother walking around grabbing stuff. Then I suddenly feel my 2 year old niece’s hands under my pillow. She was trying to grab whatever is hers that I slept on.

I was like what the hell! Get away!

Do you guys think she jumped on me this morning and shook me? I am 99.99% sure it was her. However, I believe the world is coming to an end, and Judgment Day is here too!

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If the Rebellious Arab Girl ever has kids, she would raise them in one particular way. So what do you think it would be? Hmm.

I will tell you my answer tomorrow!

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