Burning My Head

Quote: "Your mind is like an airplane bathroom: always occupied, and in the rare times it's not, it's about to be."

The above profound statement was said by a dear friend in a very interesting moment. I would go into more depth about that moment, but some things are just better left unsaid. For everyone's sake and sanity.

In other news, Shabbos was lovely. I was in Gaza with Faeven and my aunt and uncle. For the first time ever, I actually went to neitz with my uncle. Must have been Faeven's good influence. The davening was beautiful, slow and meaningful. The food was delicious, the company was great, and I started reading an amazing book by Rav Asher Weiss on the Yomim Noraim. So, a great Shabbos, baruch Hashem, which led pretty much into Rosh Hashana. 

Now, here I come to a dilemma. Now, if you've just happened upon this blog (in which case, I'm extremely sorry for you and your brain cells) you might not know, but this blog is generally light-hearted and funny (I hope). Rosh Hashana is not a light-hearted or funny topic in the slightest. So, I'm not sure if I should go into details about the recent Yom Tov, because that might mess with the vibe of the blog. You hear my dilemma? It's a good one. 

I think I will speak a little bit about my Rosh Hashana, but if you want more details, then you should call me, even though I probably won't answer. 

I was in Har Nof for Yom Tov. I stayed by Nomshi's, which was super cute, even though we didn't speak two words to each other the entire time. I davened on Neve and I ate the meals around Har Nof. 

Davening was insane. I love Neve's davening and the tunes and the emotion and the Kol Tefilla and just everything about it. Literally get chills when they say Unesaneh Tokef. And they leave so much time for silent Shemoneh Esreis. So, baruch Hashem I was able to go and daven there. 

The meals were really nice. Got to see some people I hadn't seen in awhile, heard some great Divrei Toirah and singing, ate delicious food, and just enjoyed the company and the conservations. 

So, Rosh Hashana came and then Tzom Gedaliah came, and I was supposed to study the whole day for my final on Monday, but I was tired, so I took a nap. And then I listened to a shiur, and then I spoke to my cousin, and then I did two problems for homework, and then I did Wordle, and then I spoke to my friend, and then I made Shabbos plans, and then suddenly the fast was over and I had not done one stitch of studying. Oops. So awkward when that happens. 

Big news, everyone: I curled my hair for Yom Tov. By myself. Without burning my head. Or my fingers. Or my friend who was standing behind me making sure that I didn't burn my head. Or my fingers. Yeah, so I know you all are highly skeptical right now. And I understand that. And you have reason to be. And yes, I didn't fully do it myself. But I did a lot of it by myself. And that's a big step in me being a girl. So stop with looks and the snickers. It's not nice. And it's the Aseres Yemei Teshuva. So be nice. Thank you. 

Anywho, I should probably go study now. I hate school. Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk.

Have a wonderful week and Shabbos Shuva, everyone. 

Toodles from Hoodles!

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