friday night in TA was fun, it was packed though. tried to go to mike's but there was a HUGE line out the door and ended up in the place next door for guinness and fries. not a bad way to end the night.
and i would have a confrontation, except my whore roommate is...well, just that, a whore roommate and one of those "my shit don't stink" people. i just don't care. i am not the person to be expected to do things, my mind is in 50 places at once and if you want me to do something, all you gotta do is fucking ask. whatever, she thinks she's all that and let her be. i just feel bad for her boyfriend b/c she is pretty much playing the "and this is why i would make a good wife" game - so damn ring crazy. in 6 months, either she will have a ring on her finger or he will be in a straightjacket, mark my words darlin.
what happened in uni? i got screwed over at first at the IDC and then all of a sudden 34 magic credits showed up on my transcript and i was told that instead of the 3 years the program often takes, i could do it in 2.
and you are the opposite of me - i can read and write okay (it takes me time but i get there) but w/ speaking, i stumble worse than a bum drunk off of creak whiskey.
papers are graded....some seem unhappy but that's the way the fucking cookie crumbles. i have 3 doing rewrites, well technically 4 to include little miss plagiarism. i have one that tried to ask me for an extension but said no as three weeks is ample time - i am sorry that you have a larger exam schedule b/c you failed 4 classes last year but it's not...my...problem.
really, i am a nice person
i like cooking new things. once i made kfc-style chicken but used soy milk instead of regular, still tasted damn good.
let's hope for the best w/ election shit, shall we
i just got into baking over the summer...i was jobless (though i was on the hunt, hardcore), alone in the apt (both roommates were still in the US), and literally nothing to do...and i had a huuuuuge bag of m&ms from the states which resulted in like 6+ dozen cookies. most went to feed soldiers....lol. i also experimented w/ pies, cakes and muffins. i still think i like cooking more...you can play around w/ the recipe a bit more than you can w/ baking and often times...bigger mess
but at least i know i can do a bit of both...
when does your ulpan class start?
university bureaucracy...it's the same no matter what f'ing country you go to...lovely.....
for purim? i dunno. last year i was in j'lem A) b/c it is j'lem for purim and that shit can be fucked up (in a good way) and B) the day after, i was donating bone marrow at en-kerem hospital so i needed to be in the vicinity of said hospital anyway. but this year? i don't even know when it is but watch me have some assignment or crap like that to do. such is my life. i just like purim for the hamentaschen. hell, every holiday either has some kind of special food or is characterized by having no food at all. such are the jews i guess
and i would have a confrontation, except my whore roommate is...well, just that, a whore roommate and one of those "my shit don't stink" people. i just don't care. i am not the person to be expected to do things, my mind is in 50 places at once and if you want me to do something, all you gotta do is fucking ask. whatever, she thinks she's all that and let her be. i just feel bad for her boyfriend b/c she is pretty much playing the "and this is why i would make a good wife" game - so damn ring crazy. in 6 months, either she will have a ring on her finger or he will be in a straightjacket, mark my words darlin.
what happened in uni? i got screwed over at first at the IDC and then all of a sudden 34 magic credits showed up on my transcript and i was told that instead of the 3 years the program often takes, i could do it in 2.
and you are the opposite of me - i can read and write okay (it takes me time but i get there) but w/ speaking, i stumble worse than a bum drunk off of creak whiskey.