I had a dream I was disarming a bomb with the chicks from She Spies. And then I was watching a really weird episode of Charmed and they were in a box and there was...interesting things...oh and then somebody got killed somewhere else and wrote on a door how they loved their mom or something...

I fell asleep watching TV, in case you hadn't guessed yet. Heh.

So I went home this weekend! That was so wonderful. I got to sleep in my own bed and it was so comfy and I got to see my mom and dad and they are so nice to me and my mom even tucked me in to bed (hehehe, I'm 4, I swear, but I like getting tucked in sometimes it makes me feel safe and loved and stuff) and my kitty was so cute and purred and slept by my feet and my cousin gave me hugs and I saw all the pretty things at home that I missed and I saw my friends.

And I saw Matt. And that was truly the most wonderful thing ever. Completely and utterly amazing. Can't even describe it. Well I could, but you might get bored.

And I saw nearly the whole gang, minus Miles. Miles, you're a whore. We saw Underworld and sang Happy Birthday to Matt and just did lots of fun things.

Sigh, I miss everyone.

I got back and was more homesick than I was before. Maybe because I had such a wonderful weekend. That's probably it. And now I am back here and I don't feel good 'cause planes always end up giving me colds (recirculated air and such) and now I want to go back home and sleep in my old bed and have fun and be with people I love again.

Oh well. Time for class.

Sigh.

We can do crazy new things with blogger now...cool.

So anyway, I had to go take a quiz in my Latin teacher's office the other day. I think my Latin teacher may have a very sad life. She's kind of quiet and mousey and has glasses and wears clothes that are horribly out of fashion, but if she'd step it up on the personal style she'd probably be very pretty. So I was in my Latin teacher's office and she has nothing on here walls. A calendar, and that was about it. No pictures, no funny little cartoons. Nothing. On one of her shelves was the a little stuffed dog from Dilbert, but that was about it. It made me feel very sad for her. She just sat at her little desk and started working and when someone came in to give her something she simply took it and that was that. No little conversation. No nothing. I feel bad for her. I just imagine her in a little beat up car going home and reading and maybe having a dog and then just going to sleep early. Poor Latin teacher.

And didn't we learn to put two spaces before a new sentence in elementary school? Someone here never learned that. Weird.

Goin' home on Friday...nervous about the plane...but really want to go home. I miss everyone.

Anyway...I'm sleepy and have class at ten and a test on Friday (Aaaahhh!!!) so I should go shower and sleep...or maybe just sleep...I'm kinda lazy today....

G'night.

Has anyone noticed that the opening of nearly everyone's blog mentions the intake of alcohol? That makes me cringe just slightly. But whatever. College. Blah blah blah. Everyone's now raging drunken college kids. I kind of miss the days of going to the movies and the diner and all we had to drink was milkshakes and then we'd go to Mike's house and play Wolverine or just throw things at each other. I liked that.

But yes, I tried drinking, too. But not the same as you guys. I went to a party last night, and it sucked all kinds of ass. It was some random house party that we just kind of walked into. We all grabbed cans of beer so we'd look like we belonged, and I went what the hell and tried it. And it was really really gross. And I couldn't even finish a quarter of a can. So my first experience with alcohol is much different than anyone else's, it seems, because I barely drank and found it nasty and ended up pouring a bunch out (which I then found out was a party no-no 'cause wasting alcohol = act of satanic worship).

So parties in Athens are crap. It's sad. This is supposed to be a party school, but the parties were all house parties with nothing to do but stand around on someone's lawn and drink until you're drunk. Maybe that's what makes them fun. Anyway, I took to counting the number of people participating in public urination. The final count was around 10 or 11, I think because we left for awhile to go to a gas station and then were just wondering around for a bit. I saw a chick peeing on a lawn, though. At least I think that's what she was doing. That should count for about three guys peeing in public 'cause it's so much harder to do. One guy peed on a jeep. A few guys peed on the house. This one guy yelled to his friend "Hey! Lets be pissing buddies!" and they took a piss together in the bushes. Lemme tell ya, that was insanely attractive.

Being back at the dorm in my pajamas was a little more fun. It was warmer (it's randomly cold some nights in Ohio, dunno about in Jersey) and people were just sittin' around being fun. And now I should try and motivate myself to write this rough draft for tomorrow. So boring.

Bye for now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATT!!!!!

I love you! I wish I could be there!

::many virtual hugs and kisses for Matt::

THERE'S A GIRL ON PHILIPPE'S BED!!! PHILIPPE, YOU HO!!!

Ahahahahahahahaahaha....

So anyway.

I joined the choir here and it's all old people. How obnoxious. They didn't tell me that the choral union is also the community choir so there's lots of those annoying over-enthusiastic old people in it. More old people than actual college students it seems. Sigh. That sucks, especially since I joined to hopefully make friends. That and 'cause I feel like singing and stuff. Except I don't like what we're singing. And he makes us sit in a circle around the piano and that's fucked up. So boo.

I stubbed my toe this morning and now it's kinda swollen. Eek.

Um..yes...what else to say...not so much else to say.....

I miss people. And...yes...

K, time for...going...now. Bye.

PS. Miles is a punk who's never online. Miles. Fix it. NOW.

Well, the Jewish Women of Ohio have found the perfect scheme for getting new members. They have given me a little plastic cup with my name on it and pretty stars and it's filled with candy and a flier saying I should go to their meetings. And because they know I'm Jewish they already know my huge weakness: Guilt. So by giving me these cute little things and making me feel special (it has my name on it, for Pete's sake!) I will now probably go to their next meeting. Because otherwise I'll feel guilty. 'Cause they gave me candy. And made me a cup.

So what's new with you?

I don't have much to say except....


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LINDA!!! I LUUUUVE YOU!!!

Blargh. First day of classes. I'm so tired.

First of all, let me say this. Last year when the Columbian came out with their list of who's going to what college, Mr. Rodriguez was looking at a copy during class one day and sitting kind of near me. He looked at the list and then said to me in a surprised tone, "Ohio? It's very...flat there."

Yeah, well guess what, Mr. Rod! Nope! Not so flat! Not this part, at least! It's got more hills than fucking Maplewood, and that's completely made up of hills! I hate it! I go out of my way to get to one place because I can walk on a catwalk there and it's nice and flat and I don't have to go up any hills. Grr. I hate the stupid hills here. I walk up one first thing in the morning, then walk back up it again later in the day for another class. It truly sucks.

Plus, the actual town part of town where a lot of food and a CVS and the movie theater and book stores and stuff like that is is all the way across the campus. And up a bunch of hills. Boooo. I think I'll try and go there as little as possible, at least until I get more used to these hills. My legs are killing me.

At one of my classes today we had to do this ice breaker where the woman leading the class (the student co-teacher or whatever...it's a bullshit class so we have a student co-teacher, not a ta...the RD is supposed to teach the class, but he wrote down the wrong time on his schedule and never showed) gave us a big bag of M&M's to pass around and said, "Okay, pretend this is the last time you're going to ever get M&M's, so take some now." I took more than I meant to, but didn't feel like putting it back since other people had taken from the bag and I had already touched them. So we had our M&M's out and the teacher like person says, "Okay, for every M&M you have you have to say one fact about yourself." I promptly slid half of my M&M's into my hand and then dropped them into my travel mug full of hot chocolate. Tee hee hee. Anyway, my facts included:

I took too many M&M's.
I have a cat who once started a fire.
My math teacher was arrested at the end of my senior year for marijuana and cocaine possession.
This is probably the reason I got all A's.

I also mentioned Homestarrunner.com, and that got some responses.

In other news, a lot of people in Ohio say "pop" instead of "soda". Very strange. Or they just say "coke" to mean soda. One girl told me she hates that 'cause she'll go and want some coke and say "Can I have a coke?" and they'll say, "What kind?". Silly Ohio people. Hehe, if they ever read this they'll all hate me. Oh well, I mean no offense Ohio people. Although I must tell you, your bagels suck ass. Or at least the ones at Shivley do. I'll have to try the ones in town to give you a real opinion. Bagels are not meant to taste like rolls. I must teach you all this.

Anyway, I miss my Maplewood. There's a girl here who's ex boyfriend is going to Seton Hall and I was trying to tell her some stuff about it, even though I don't know much. I told her I didn't really think it was a big party school or anything (I mean, you barely ever hear anything about any parties there or anything like that), and it's a lot of locals, really. The place to go for parties and skanky hos is Rutgers (hehe, not you, Linda...okay, maybe just a little...I'm just kidding! I love you, smelly!!!).

And I miss all you guys. And I miss having a car 'cause I hate walking everywhere. Boo.

Time for bed, I think. Good night everyone. Love you all.

Tada, I'm posting! Hooray!

So, here I am at OU. It's actually pretty nice. My roommate is really cool and so are a lot of the people on my floor. There's one girl who totally reminds me of people from CHS. She's got a very CHS artsy girl vibe...except a nice artsy girl, not a pot smoking asshole artsy girl.

On move-in day right by the elevator there was this one poster that was absolutely hilarious. I planned to take lots of pictures of it, but didn't get to 'cause someone STOLE IT. So I'll just have to tell you all about it instead.

It was a drawing of a penis. With a smiley face. And an unused condom right above it like a little hat. Next to it were all the instructions about putting on and taking off a condom.

But...it was a penis. With a smiley face. And a condom hat.

That's the funniest thing I've seen since this guy:



Hee hee hee hee hee....

But yes, Ohio is okay. I have to walk far to get to my classes and that really sucks. And I miss you guys a lot.

So I'm leaving for school in the morning. That's very scary to me.

I'm sad right now. I'm going to miss everyone so much. I already miss everyone so much.

Thank you to my wonderful friends for being so damn...wonderful. I love you all. I hope we are all still friends for years to come.

People need to e-mail me and call me and send me letters and all that good stuff.

I'm going to miss you guys so much.

Don't mind me, I have severe seperation anxiety.

I forgot to give Christina back her Eddie Izzard CD's and I just realized now...damnit!

I have a big goodbye/good luck type post planned, but I just can't deal with doing it right now. Too much stuff going on in my head...and I'm really tired...and have laundry to switch around...

My mom made me a little fimo (remember that stuff?) mazuzah...the thing that Jewish people put on their door...I don't know if I spelled it right. She put it in a little shadow box thing since I can't really hang it on my door. It's pretty. I love it. It will go on my desk at school. At graduation my grandmother gave me a gavel my grandfather used when he was the head of some committee. That's also going on my desk. It makes me smile and makes me remember my grandfather who I loved very much.

Still so much to do. I'm going to forget stuff, I know it. Ack. This is crazy.

I don't have a sidetable or anything...crap! I'll have to figure something out...I need a place to put my pictures.

I bought this picture frame thing that holds lots of pictures...that'll go on my desk, too. I bought a pretty picture frame to put a picture of Matt and I in. I want it by my bed.

Well, I guess I should go for now. The next time you're reading this, it might be from Ohio. Crazy.

Ohio....

Never really thought I'd say it...but I'm damn proud to be a Jersey girl...New Jersey, I really will miss you.

So...yeah...

Good night, guys. I love you. Stay in touch. I'm begging you.

Please?

Good night.

MY MOM ASKED ME ABOUT BLOGS! HAHAHA

So I gave some allusive response and said "I've had one" which doesn't necessarily mean I have one now, but doesn't completely rule it out, and I told her "No, you can't look for it." and that was that. Tee hee hee. Eh, if she finds it, she finds it. Whatever.

Apparently if you don't charge your palm pilot for a really long time, it erases everything the next time you try to charge it. Including times of appointments that you have the next day that you can't remember...so...boo. Tres sucky.

I'm hungry. Therefore this is short. I miss people. :-( But Linda called me! And that makes me very happy...yay for Linda calling me...PS to Philippe and Linda (who I still have the urge to call Lin at times, like right now, but am still scared to call Lin at any time)(or Lyn...whatever) my cousin's cousin who is not my cousin (in other words, my father's sister's husband's nephew...get it...sort of?) is going to Rutgers and does engineering and you should try and find him and say hi or something. He's nice...quiet, but nice. Although I barely know him so maybe he's not actually that quiet once you get to know him...but yeah, get in touch with me for his name and stuff. Although I don't know where he lives or anything. But at least you'll have his name.

Time for food. Adios people.

Also: Since I couldn't comment on Matt's blog, I'll comment here, 'cause I feel like it. To Matt: I'd be all over you and your glee club self if I could, sweetie. Tell me some time when you're singing and maybe I can come? I'd love to see you sing. You have to sing something for me over the phone. It's an order.

Okay, time to go now. Bye.

So my boyfriend got insanely drunk last night...that was interesting. It's weird when you know someone you love is out somewhere being drunk and you're not there so you don't actually know what's going on. I don't mean that in any suspicious way, which it might sound like. I mean that in the way that I was sitting here, talking to people, wondering "Well...exactly how drunk is he? Is he bumping into walls? Is he running around half naked and screaming?" 'Cause for some reason that one's really easy for me to imagine.

But he was okay, and called me, and said nice funny drunk boy things. Although I prefer sober Matt to drunk Matt any day of the week.

I bought lots of college stuff. I'm leaving Wednesday. That's just crazy. I'm leaving just so I can look forward to coming back. Then I can see Matt again. And most of my friends. I'm actually looking forward to Rosh Hashanah this year, and I usually dread it.

I remember it last year...I spent most of it at home. I tried to make my hair wavy and pretty and it turned into a giant mess. And then we had brunch with my family the next day and it was the first time I saw my grandfather pretty out of it.

The year went by so quickly.

And I'm gonna miss a lot of stuff at home now, too. Like Sukkot. Which no one but the Jewish people really know about, but we build the cool thing in my backyard and I get to decorate it. I wonder if they'll even do that this year. They probably will. I hope they will.

And I'm gonna miss CHS, too. I'm gonna miss the first day of school and seeing everyone again and seeing who dyed their hair and who's really tan and what class I just know I'm going to hate this year. And the chorus room. I practically lived in the chorus room for four years of my life. Three different teachers and there was still always that one poster still hanging in the office that no one really seemed to notice till it had gone through three teachers. At least. And home room. And morning announcements. And Studio Soap which I grew to love. And lunch with the crappy french fries and scary chicken fingers and always getting a yoo-hoo and the lady in the lunch line who would always grab for it when she saw me coming. She was so nice. And the C wing with it's weird smells. And the cops who would never let you stand across the street. And how they can never get the heat to work until February, and even then it's only in two wings. And then nametags...well...I won't miss those too much. And getting green slips from the troll who always thought you were forging someone's signature. And the bathroom's with no doors and holes in the floor. And the display case in the front hall that never ever change the entire time I was there....

Yeah...I'm gonna miss it all...

For all the times I bitched about it...I think I really did love high school...I met my best friends there...I met Matt there...I met great teachers...Got my first real role in a play there....lost friends there, made a lot more....failed tests...got crushes...lost crushes...ate a lot of really bad cafeteria food....went too more geeky chorus and orch concerts than most people go to in their lives....

Pretty much..I became me there.

So, I guess this is kind of my goodbye to high school. A little late, but better late than never, right?

Bye CHS. I'll miss you.

Thanks for everything.