Chopped Liver

Dear lovely peoples, I do know that this is late again. But only a few days this time, and not a week, so if all y'all would just put away your pitchforks and chainsaws, that would be greatly appreciated. 

What a week it's been. 

This week was Rosh Chodesh Adar. On Friday, I went to neitz at the Churva with Faeven. Every time I go, I'm wowed, awed, stunned by the beauty of it. This time was no different. 

After I got back to the dorms, I decided to forgo sleeping and spent over two hours working on linear homework. It was so satisfying and fulfilling. I even liked linear at that point in my life. 

Baruch Hashem, I have come to my senses and have now decided that linear is the dumbbest class ever, and its homework is such a meanie. My friend and I spent over two hours on some questions yesterday and got absolutely nowhere. So meeeeean.

For Shabbos, I was in Qiryat Sefer with Shloims and her fam jam. And what a Shabbos it was. I guess I have to say nice things about it, just in case Shloims reads this (not that she would do that, because why would she?), but I really only have nice things to say. Honestly, I do. Not even lying a little bit. 

There was much laughter, some puns, lots of Torah, delicious food, even better company, and beautiful singing. No, not from me. That would be nisht approps. From the menfolk, obviously. 

I went to a friend's wedding the other day. It was absolutely beautiful, and the food was so many yummies. They had chopped liver. I was eating so much liver that the lady working at that station and I became fast friends. 

So, I was social that night. It was hard. I'm now burnt out and have to be antisocial for awhile. 

But have no fear that I will be bored. I have a great book to read and be antisocial with. It's called As Long As I Live, and if I get no sleep because I'm reading it, we all know it's Shloims' fault. 

Anywho, I made cookies. Also, I have mountains of homework. Also, quitting school and being a garbageman is looking more and more appealing by the day. 

I went to the Misrad HaKlita today so I could get money because I'm a broke college student. Hence the aforementioned quitting school and becoming a garbageman. Baruch Hashem, it went so smoothly. They didn't even make a fuss about my fake passport. 

And now I'm making my friend serenade me while I'm writing. Because I'm very needy. 

I think that I will go soon and eat some avocado. If I go now, it will not be ripe yet. And if I go in 10 minutes, it will be brown. So I have to go in five minutes, and it will be perfectly perfect. 

Glad I have this down to a science. Except I hate science. And math. And computers. And pretty much anything that has to do with technology and numbers and things that make my brain hurt. 

Glad we had this ted talk. 

I'm gonna go now. Don't miss me too much. 

Toodles from Hoodles!


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