ah, typing on a netbook. It's like all my bestest bestest dreams came true. Ugh, this thing's got a funky keyboard...please excuse the typos....
So, my best friend's sister is getting married the 28th, conspicuoisly (?) the day right before i leave for israel. Also on the 28th, my russian friend's 10th baby sibling is getting his bris. Both of these events i am not attending because a) i want to rest for my flight or something and b) namely, i don't want to.
Look, i'm not a terrible person, don't get me wrong. I don't know how to be a terrible person if one came up and mugged me. But, at the same time, i don't do very well at the awqward (cool band name)' situation. I don't WANT to be standing next to my ecstatic friend in 100 degree weather as her sister gets married! I'm not GOOD at that! Also, i don't want to be at some bris!
But I like my friends!
what am i gon do?
not to mention i can't be in two places at one time. If I could do that, i would've dominated the world a long time ago.
So the answer is, nothing. I'm gona stay inside, probably eat, or sleep, or read or pack. Or sleep. Or animate. Or just chill with my famibly. Probaby eat. Or buy stuff for the trip with my sweet american currency (currently $11).
so long, blogsphere. There's some cold meatloaf unda da fridge.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
my nose is cold
Summer! Isn't that great? no. Allergies. My nose and throat and eyes and ears and yeah. So it's ITCHEY! YAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
PS, before you read any further please note that I am posting blindfolded due to a letter from our friends.
There are several other things I would like to blog about, but unfourtuantlye (in the sense of 'but') blogging out my growing feeling such as frustration, confusion, and sadness, would probably offend some people. For example, i went over to my besdt friend's house yesterday, and her sister's getting married next sunday. So she invited a lot of over friends there too, and that's when her sister came in. She said 'okay, so *sister*'s here, we're not going to talk about the wedding.' And then friend two says 'yeah you don't talk about the wedding, only about *chosson's name'!
Ant then she ran out of the house. So afater a while I went out to find her and she was crying her guts out becuase the whole wedding was just so tense on her, and she didn't want her sister to know that she had openly talked about the chosson. She told me someone had asked her if she was 'flirting' wit him once. That made me want to laugh. A lot. But I didn't because of how sad she was. She was afraid her sister would be mad people, because she was 'flirting'. This made me want to laugh harder, but again, i noticed how seriously she was taking these gags.
IN general, I like to be a funny person. But I realize that some people just don't know how to take a joke. But I'm NOT about to go buy a diary because 1) I am saving all my precious Amercian currency ($11) for my trip to israel next week and 2) it's much harder to write all that than it is to type blind=folded.
Good night america.
PS, before you read any further please note that I am posting blindfolded due to a letter from our friends.
There are several other things I would like to blog about, but unfourtuantlye (in the sense of 'but') blogging out my growing feeling such as frustration, confusion, and sadness, would probably offend some people. For example, i went over to my besdt friend's house yesterday, and her sister's getting married next sunday. So she invited a lot of over friends there too, and that's when her sister came in. She said 'okay, so *sister*'s here, we're not going to talk about the wedding.' And then friend two says 'yeah you don't talk about the wedding, only about *chosson's name'!
Ant then she ran out of the house. So afater a while I went out to find her and she was crying her guts out becuase the whole wedding was just so tense on her, and she didn't want her sister to know that she had openly talked about the chosson. She told me someone had asked her if she was 'flirting' wit him once. That made me want to laugh. A lot. But I didn't because of how sad she was. She was afraid her sister would be mad people, because she was 'flirting'. This made me want to laugh harder, but again, i noticed how seriously she was taking these gags.
IN general, I like to be a funny person. But I realize that some people just don't know how to take a joke. But I'm NOT about to go buy a diary because 1) I am saving all my precious Amercian currency ($11) for my trip to israel next week and 2) it's much harder to write all that than it is to type blind=folded.
Good night america.
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