Hudi's Home!

Well, hello there again. I am doing well, thanks for asking. Well, you didn't really ask, but I volunteered the information.  I just thought you all should know before you begin reading and killing off your brain cells one by one that I'm writing this at 10:00 at night, and I've had a very long, tiring day (and I have mono!). So if you do read this foray into the scary place called Hudi's sleep-addled mind and find yourself a carrot at the end of it, don't say you weren't warned.  With that introduction, let's begin.  So to be honest, nothing really happened this week (except for things I can't tell you). That's actually a complete lie. Many wonderful things happened.  Firstly, we got a new dira mate. Her name is Maeven, she has a shark bag, and we're best friends. (Well, I think we're best friends, except I might have stolen her shark bag two hours after she came to Israel. And she was too tired from the plane ride to argue with a wacko like...

Hello there, family and friends.  Welcome back. I know you've all missed me. Oh, you haven't? Not even little bit? This is supremely awkward. Well, for these few moments, we're going to at least pretend that you have. Thanks. This is really sweet.  Now, it's time for some nerdy news. I know you've all been waiting anxiously for this segment, but now you will wait no longer! Except for just a few moments, while I interject with a holy story.  Holy Story Time: My friend was going away for Shabbos this past week, but alas, she missed the bus. Oh dear. What was she to do? It was an hour to Shabbos, and no taxis were available. Of course, when you don't need one, there are about a million surrounding you. But when the need is dire, there are none to be found.  Anywho, she decided there was nothing to do but start walking. And so she did.  45 minutes until Shabbos. Still walking. Met someone else going to French Hill. Started walking together.  It was half-an-hou...

Hello, friends, family, and other forms of humanoids. It's been quite a week. Much has happened since I last wrote. Where do I even begin?  Well, let me just start off by saying that I have pretty cool dira mates.  Funny Story Time:  I needed to go to the mikveh to tovel my cutlery. You see, I am an adult now, and I need to buy and tovel my own dishes. Scary stuff.  In America — and by America, I mean Richmond, because that's the only mikveh I've ever been to — they have these helpful baskets that you can put your dishes in so they won't drop. And even if something manages to get past the basket, they have these grabber things that I thought were only for pregnant women who can't bend down. (Bracha, I'm looking at you.) But in Israel, they have this funny thing with mikvehs. That is, mikvehs consist of simply water. No helpful baskets. And no helpful grabby things.  And so, it's a whole situation to drop your dish in the water and, half a second later, grab ...

 Hello, family and friends. Welcome back to Hudi's mind, a scary place you never wanted to be in. But you're there.  I'm freeeeeeeeeeee! When I say מתיר אסורים , I really mean it. I'm so happy, I could sing. Except no one wants to hear me sing, ever. Except for my dearest sister Nechama during singing lessons. I don't know why she enjoys having her ears bleed, but to each her own, I guess.  Speaking of things I'm bad at, I was drawing some beautiful pictures the other day. I felt like the Steins needed some fridge art. The picture below showcases my talent in this area.  Don't ask why I named him Colin Perdapple. We don't question the weirdness that is my mind. But isn't he cute? I think so, too.  A masterpiece of modern art. Gonna  be in the Louvre one day, and all y'all will say that you knew me when I was young and stupid. Just watch.    In other news, I am finally moved into the dorms. Well, moved in is a bit of an overstatement. Knowing me,...