Dear America ( Read more... )

Here is the thing, I'm not really ready to be done talking about John Tucker Must Die. I'm just in such shock at how satisfying it was. It was way better than I thought it was going to see. I would tots (totally) watch it again. Maybe it was because my expectations were so low or maybe it was just because the movie embodied all the things that a ( Read more... )

Tonight, I watched the Late Show with Dave (or does he go by David? I can never tell.) Letterman, because as you might or might not know, Bright Eyes was the musical guest. And well that should really be the only reasonable excuse to stay up and watch Letterman. I know this because I have watched this specific late night talk show all of two times ( Read more... )

There are very few things I want from life, which brings me to my next point ( Read more... )

Today (because today is really the last day), I have to take this online math placement test for Muhlenberg. I'm a little nervous. I really did not anticipate having to take a real math test ever again. My plan was to take classes like 'The History of Math' or like, 'The Effects of Math on Modern Society and Culture', or even, 'Math for People Who ( Read more... )

So, you guys, this is it. Tonight (but really 5:30 tomorrow morning) I am leaving (on a jet plane) forever. Well not forever-forever (forever ever?), but srsly though, I don't know when I'll be back again (oh babe I hate to go?). No, I don't hate to go. I am border-line thrilled. Not because I haven't had a good time (good times were had, if not by ( Read more... )

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

Well, it's 9:45ish at night, and the internet was supposed to have been turned off like 15 minutes ago. I think that's pretty representative of the weekend I'm about to have. I mean, think about it. It's a heavy metaphor. Hey, I'm in Israel. So, I'm staying on campus this weekend. Chillin in the Hod (HaSharon), pretty jawesome spectacular. We have ( Read more... )

Today, I realized several things. Mainly I have come to the realization, that I don't really like to do stuff. At all. Really. Yes, Mickey, really. No joke. Just, I mean, stuff in general. Like wiping down warehouse shelves or picking up used cigarettes. I also don't like taking kit bags off of tanks or organizing wrenches. Yeah, it's not really ( Read more... )

Apparently Jess Band's hotel is full of British people! I could have easily faked British! Remember that whole night in the Bedouin tent when I practically was British!? Why couldn't I have ended up at the hotel with the easy accent instead of stupid French. Well fuck that shit ( Read more... )