Food Poisoning

Hullo, all. Right now, I shouldn't be writing this. I should be doing my digital system homework. No, wait. My intro to computer homework. I'm sorry. I think I meant my precalculus videos. Oh, dear. I messed up. I actually meant my presentation. 

If you couldn't tell, I have many muches of homework to do. And yet, I'm deciding that for my mental and emotional sanity (not like I have much of that) I need to write this masterpiece of literature called my blog post. So, enjoy. 

First things first, this past Shabbos, I went to Neve Yaakov to my family friends, the Seiberts. I had a great time. I read some Hebrew books to the little red-headed 3-year-old. And I understood what I was reading! Kudos to me. I can understand kids' books in Hebrew. 

While I was there, I started (and finished) reading And Rachel was His Wife. For those who haven't heard about it or read it, it's about Rabbi Akiva and his wife, Rachel. It was so incredible. It's full of Midrashim and Gemaras and history, and it's well-written. I started it after candle lighting and finished it that night. Don't ask me what time I went to sleep. Needless to say, I slept in on Shabbos morning. 

So Shabbos was beautiful. Unfortunately, it had to end. Why must it end? Why? But motzei Shabbos was nice. It was the first long motzei Shabbos, so I had a lot of time to do homework. So much fun. And then the week began, bright and early on Sunday morning. 

I will spare you the details of my classes, mostly because I won't be able to explain them, as I don't understand what's going on in a lot of them. Just know that they are hard. Very hard. And you all should send me lots of chocolate twizzlers. Thank you. 

I just came back from some shiurim. We learned about giving Kavod to Talmidei Chachamim, Mamzerim, Tinok Shenishba, Geirim, and more. They were really fascinating classes. A nice change from my computer and math classes that hurt my brain. 

I just wanted to share a really nice quote that I heard from one of the shiurim. The Rabbi told a story about Rav Nosson Tzvi Finkel when he was fundraising for the Mir. He was at one wealthy man's house, who said, "I'm sorry, Rabbi, but I can't." To which Rav Nosson replied, "I can't either, but I do it anyway."

I just thought I would apply this to my life. I really can't do computer science, but I want to support a husband in kollel, so I'm going to do it anyway. Just with a 65 average, probably. No biggie. 

I'm afraid I have no nerdy or awkward faux pas for y'all today. I'm sorry. I wish I had something to entertain you with. I'll try to do better next week. Got to go embarrass myself. 

In other news, it is officially Kislev. Which not only means that my birthday is quite soon, but also that Chanukah is around the corner. The donuts are out, everyone. I repeat, the donuts are out. And also these things called menorahs and olive oil. But really, we all know that the donuts are the most important. I'm trying to see if I can hold out and not eat one until Chanukah. It's most likely not going to happen, but we have to attempt the impossible every so often. Keeps life exciting, you understand. 

In food news, I made delicious mushrooms and sweet potatoes this week. I also had a great salad for dinner tonight. And I am now an expert omelet maker, almost on par with Aharon Bart. Almost. Not quite there yet. Maybe one day.

Do you know what the problem with making your own food is? You can't blame anyone else if your stomach hurts, or if you have food poisoning, or if you're now pregnant with quadruplets and not triplets. It's a serious issue that I've run into. If you have any ideas or solutions for blaming other people for the food that you made, please let me know as soon as possible. 

After talking about food, I'm kind of hungry. I might go eat a date now. 

I hope that you enjoyed this ramble, and didn't lose too many brain cells this time. Have a great week, all. 

Toodles from Hoodles!