Blacklisted

It's been a simchadik-filled week, baruch Hashem. First, there was Azula's wedding on Thursday. She is now a married woman. So funny to think about us a measly three years ago, lying in our miniscule dorm room, wondering about the mysterious unnamed males who would be brave (and crazy) enough to marry us, and now she's married! It's craziness. And my other roomie, Princess, is engaged! Wow. Such brachos. 

And then came Shabbos. I stayed by my cousins in Ramois, the Safers, and ate the meals by my chosson's house. It was the first time we spent Shabbos together, and it was really nice. His oldest sister's kids were there, so that was super cute. The meals were so nice, and the Divrei Toirah were very deep and went waaay above my head. I have to be very careful about what I say here, because my chosson might read this. 

I had told my chosson about my obsession with chocolate twizzlers, so he tried to find them. He couldn't, because they don't really exist in Israel. So instead he bought me chocolate and black licorice. You know how they say it's the thought that counts? Well, they're right. Because you don't say thank you for black licorice. But it was a very cute gesture (cue the vomiting from Netama and Bracha). 

Then Sunday was a normal day of school...or so we innocently thought. It was pretty normal until we got to our last class of the day, a pretty standard operating systems class, chock full of information that we will never need to know or use in life. We asked our teacher, "Can you hack into the school?" He just raised his eyebrows. Fast forward 10 minutes: this teacher just super casually hacked and crashed the entire school's computer system. His justification: "Well, I always tell them to make their security better." After this expert hacking, he proceeded to try and fix it, but his username and password wouldn't work. "Hmmm, I wonder if they blacklisted me." 

Class continued on as usual, until he wanted to show us a program called zombies, but unfortunately he couldn't show us the zombies because the server "died". 

While teaching us about processes, this was how the conservation went: 

Teacher: "Let's say that a parent process dies because it was killed by one of its grandchildren or something. What happens to the orphan?"

Class (blankly staring): "Uhhhh...."

Teacher: "It gets adopted."

Class: "Awww. That's sweet."

Teacher: "Who adopts it? Process number one. And what does process number one do every once in a while to these orphans? It kills them all."

This class was hilarious from beginning to end. 

So then Monday came upon us. And it was Piga's (Faiga) wedding. She is another Bnos Abby alumnus, and she is in the nursing program at Machon Tal. She and I were roommates this year for a few weeks. It was such a beautiful wedding. It was in Mitzpei Yericho, and it was stunning. 

Her husband's friends did an entire dance, wearing these ridiculous red bowties, and my friends and I were amazed at how coordinated they were. We would never be able to be as good as they were. 

So, that was such a nice wedding. Got back super late, but Tuesdays are our day off, which was great. I slept in, was not at all productive, and it was lovely. 

Tuesday night was my vort, which meant I had to be super social and everything. I met a lot of very nice people, saw a bunch of Richmonders, hung out with my friends, didn't eat a thing, and just enjoyed the simcha. 

My chosson and I had to take a bunch of pictures. Ewey. The photographer only spoke Hebrew, so he was giving me instructions, and I had no clue what he was saying, so I kept on making stupid faces, and he was telling me to smile, and it was all quite hilarious. My future brother-in-law starting translating for me, so then all was good. 

Now, after all that formal stuff, let's hear the Strange Snippets of the week: 

Shloims was sitting and eating a wafer, when one teacher came into class and criticized her food: "You know that's not healthy."

Mikvah-Jumper Avigayil and I spoke to MyYawn on Thursday night, and we were talking about America. MyYawn's words about New York: "It's literally the 49th level of Tumah." Ouch. 

And now for the very weird ones. I'm scared to even give context for these ones. 

This was me very late at night, curled up in a blanket, hugging the wall for some inexplicable reason, saying, "Look at me. I'm a spider...in a cocoon." 

And then me again, very late at night, lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling, saying, "Look. I'm a cockroach on my back."

And then me again, playing with the hood on my sweater, pulling it over my face and saying, "Look. I don't have a face!"

Yeah, it was a long, tiring week. 

Tehillim had a great line this week: "It was funny because I was laughing at them in my head." Yeah, still doesn't make sense. Not when she first said it, not even when she tried to explain it, and not now either. 

Also, speaking of Tehillim, she is unfortunately a sicko. Also Faeven. Please daven for their souls. Anywho, Tehillim is funny when she's sick. She's just standing in the living room, a little bit loopy, with a very funny smile on her face, saying, "Hoodles. I like calling you Hoodles."

She also, in response to my grammar-correctingness, said, "My brain doesn't grammar when it's sicko."

And now, I should go do work. Funny. I'm gonna go do anything but that. See ya!

Toodles from Hoodles!