Hazy, Lazy days of strike

The strike stretches on into infinity. It's been more than two weeks.

I don't even remember what my last post was. Not that it matters. I'll just blabber on.

I was with Yotam last night. We played munchkin with tzachi and liza and then we watched ghost world. It was fun. I'm so in love with him :)

I've been thinking that when i was smaller my head was so much more full of stories. I'd walk home from school or just sit on my own and think of things. Invent pokemon or imagine what it would be like to be an animorph or an aes sedai or make up my own little worlds. And now that happens so much less. So often I walk down the street on a beautiful day and I think, "what a beautiful day". Nothing more.

Where have all my stories gone?

Maybe their still here. I just gotta look for them.

I don't think I'll go to Caesaria this weekend.

wild dogs

The strike is still on. It's been almost a week now - five days, I think. Today was the first day I made it to school for Moshe Meir's "torah lishma" class. It was okay - kind of intersting, but not very. I don't think I'll be going every day. Unlikely.

The reasons I haven't been able to make it - on Wday I went to Hadassah with Jacob to work on our biology thing. We cut up rat intestines...disturbing but strangely fun. It felt like crossing some basic line, but it was okay because it was for a good cause. Strange. And then on Thursday I went to Tel Aviv for a modiin interview.

It was a long bus ride, and I felt calm and happy the whole way. I was alone, watching the scenery go by, feeling like a wanderer moving on from a place that's gotten old. I think I just have a romantic thing for long bus rides. Maybe since the end of the 2nd season of Buffy...but I think from before.

So I got there, and I met the pretty girl who had been with me and netanel and yarden at the tests a million years ago. We sat together and filled out their forms. It was nice to have someone to talk to. They were playing MTV in the waiting room, and I now realize how completely retarded that vast majority of music videos are. It's like they have no imagination. Here we'll stick some flying oranges...then a few psychadelic flashes...and a liberal sprinkling of hot babes. And when the singer can't dance, but still tries...so sad. I finally went in to the interview.

It was pretty disappointing. I obviously didn't do well on the tests, as I suspected, cuz I didn't get into Tirgum. What I can do sounds incredibly boring - translating phone conversations or random documents. I'm really thinking I don't want to do it...which leaves me wide open.

Until now I was sure that if I did go to the army, I'd want to do Arabic...now I don't know anymore. Maybe english modiin? Maybe something else completely? Computers or whatever? I don't know. And it's scary because I know I have to decide, and soon. I probably won't go to the army. Sherut leumi is looking good right now. But that means I have to look into that. Do work, research, blergh. I think I have a phobia for accomplishing things.

I'm off to do stuff now - back a la bet noir maybe, play piano. See yotam later :) and watch a movie with naomi et all. And jazz later of course...ttyl. :)

Life goes easy on me (most of the time)

I don't even know where to start. And i have the feeling i wrote that already. It's late, I'm tired, and i'm pissed cuz i wanna talk to my boyfriend so i'm not gonna write every little detail of what's been going on, which is good cuz it would probably just bore me and you.

It's still succot. Tommorow's erev chag, then thursday is it - the last day. Or maybe tommorow's the last day already? I don't even know. But it's been a nice chag. I was at iCon sunday monday.

iCon. I could write pages. The first day, sunday, was funnest. Took a bus there in the morning with Naomi, Yarden and a girl named Meital. I met one of the girls I danced with last year whose name I now suddenly cannot remember. Noga and -. It was the -. That was cool. Why am i writing that? minor detail. Moving on.

It was fun! There were lots of people. Lots of people in costumes. Lots of comics. We went to a roleplaying class, and saw a cool werewolf movie, and we watching buffy and I learned the moonwalk and we played kwakwa dela oma in the middle of the floor and I saw lots of Yotam's friends (miriam made a gorgeous corset) and I missed him alot all day :( It would have been (roughly) a thousand times more fun with him there. But still it was cool :)

And then at night me and Naomi's bf Yishai made our way to Yotam's apartment. Turns out Yishai's bi and I might have hit on him if we hadn't both been so exhausted by the time we got there...and if that wasn't enough I set off the alarm when entered and the police almost came but luckily Yotam's cousin was there to save the day.

We slept on the couch. In the morning something awful happened with a baby outside on the street...not a nice way to start the day. But then me and Yishai had breakfast and talked about gay stuff so it was okay.

Second day was cool also...don't feel like going into details. Saw a Terry Pratchett miniseries but got bored and left in the middle. Writing workshop with Keren. Then rode home on the bus with a really nice girl who i think i met in ofek while I was there. We talked about Harry Potter and stuff. Then I got home to my loving family :)

And I talked to Yotam last night! He's in Paris now. I miss him so much. I wish he'd come back.

I could write more...Oh! Gizmo's with us now, until Thursday at least. Dr. Pepper's scared to death of him, but that's no more than expected. Everyone loves him (of course). He's a fluffy bundle of love.

Me Git and Eli made a little movie featuring him this morning. I hope to make another one tommorow. :)

That's all for now...I'm going to bed (unless Yotam comes online the next few minutes (please!)). Nice talking to ya :) 'Night for now.