behold, I live.

last night I went over to Rilli's house and we were supposed to have a lesson but we ended up eating quinoa and then I wanted to go to see my improv teacher perform at tzavta theater. I told assafr I'd meet him there and took the bus. on the bus, there was the following scene:
elderly lady: driver, could you turn down the air conditioning? it's cold!
rude man: (shouting) no, he can't! if you want to be warm, take a taxi! [quietly, to another woman] am I right or not? geez, there's always one like this on every bus!
[the other woman laughs. there's a pause for a while.]
elderly lady: it's freezing here! turn off the air conditioning!
rude man: lady, shut up! he can't turn off the air conditioning, it's broken! he can't! cover yourself in a fucking blanket if you want! [continues joking with the other woman like he's a big shot] you bitch, just shut up about the air conditioning [etc.]

in the meantime, elderly lady begins to heat up and cuss as well, and another man intervenes and tells her to sit down and shut up as well and she says "well who the hell are you" and so and so.

me: [taking off my earphones, staring at rude man] say, does EVERYONE on this bus have to be so rude to each other?! wtf is up with that?
rude man: was anyone talking to you, you fucking bitch?
man who called out against elderly lady before: actually, no one was talking to you before either, and you intervened anyway. no one was talking to me either.
me: [to rude man] your mom's a bitch, why do you have to be so nasty to people?
rude man: bitch, I'm nasty? look at you, look in the mirror, cunt!
me: the hell is up with you? you piece of shit, being so mean to people on the bus for no reason.
rude man you voozvooz!* I'm gonna fucking kick you in the head, you whore. you bitch. [etc, continues cursing at me until he has to get off the bus.]

*now, here I must stop and say that voozvooz is apparently a mean word for "white" ashkenazi jews like me. the only reason I know this is because I saw an art exhibition named voozvooz a few years back, otherwise I wouldn't have known that I had just been cussed at. that's right. I am so white I don't even know when someone calls me on it. the guy is like fifty years old, and so is the expiration date on that particular curse word. that guy picks on old ladies and little white girls with bows in their hair? effing loser, go pick on someone your own size.
anyway, after I stood up to him I actually got many looks of appreciation, and after he left people were very nice to me, even the one who followed him at first but then caught himself on time. I wished them shana tova when I got off the bus.

but they did remind me that people do kill each other these days over such things, which I tend to forget. anyway, I felt very very good after this but I was late to the imrov session so assafr took me to pinkberry and I felt like Heidi Montag.

so, awesome week's been had. first off, I'm off the pill and I'm hornier than I've been in the last three years COMBINED omg. okay, almost three years. maybe two? anyway am a bunch of hormones.

second, I went to the awesome wedding of the beautiful and shiny miss MRS. nilly_madar, which was uber religious and so I dressed up in such a way that people thought I was quite religious myself, and so I won at the wedding! the bride's own brother thought I avoided physical contact with men when I introduced myself to him, which was hilarious, and quite a lot of people seemed to concur with that pov. and the food was delicious, and I got to see fantastic people like Inbal and Lee and Shir and Yael and Gila etc. and dance in silly ways. and Nilly looked like a princess.

THIRD, I got to see OKKERVIL RIVER LIVE omg omg omg. omg. and I've been looking for atomiczinger for ages to tell her because we love to say okkervil river and also because it was awesome and also because they signed my cd and also because I miss her and stuff but I can't find her and it upsets me but OMG OKKERVILRIVER OMG and that is what I have to say about OKKERVIL RIVER!!!!11111111111111!!!~~.

(okkervil river is even more fun to say than floyd, it has been decided.)

GAAAAHHH CRIMINAL MINDS S4 FINALE P1&P2&EFFINGCLIFFHANGEROFDOOM

g'dammit

okay so. apparently I have not been able to stop sneezing like all summer long.

and I quit my job. starting oct. 1 that is. which makes me really sad, because I love my job, and I love my friends here, and we have parties.

and rented an apartment in haifa, the ass of which is the front door to wizo haifa. which is my school. said apartment is on the fourth floor, has no elevator, no a/c, and is 80 meters (huge!) with a closed balcony that looks out to the bahai gardens, and is currently furnitured with 1 little old lady. hopefully, little old lady shall leave by the time I must go and live there because I do not want to live with her. windows on the other side of the apartment look out to the sea. rent was supposed to be 2000nis a month, but we got it lowered to 1800nis instead.

ofer just asked me if my aunt went back to hadera city, which apparently is the polite way to ask me if my period's over yet. I did not get this, so he rephrased by asking if kofiko is back to his room yet. I failed to understand this again, and asked "is this some question about my period?" and he asked, "is that not how you say it in your parts?" and I must say that the answer to all three questions, is no. I am sure now everyone understands why I will miss my work so very much, yes?

(all simons, please holler.)

Haven't eaten in like two days, yet I just vomited thinking about Nir. I know we weren't much in touch these days, but the world became less beautiful and I hate seeing his picture all over the newspapers and websites, it hurts so bad, I'm used to seeing his sweet smile on facebook or in earlier times, in his goofy, ratty uniform (because he had the stupidest uniform I've ever seen on anyone, srsly, it was supposed to be made out of cotton or whatever and his ranks were metallic! legen-wait for it-DARY), not in articles about murders in front pages of things, and his name is not supposed to appear in that context, and it's not his style anyway to get murdered (so maybe is a mistake?but saw someone get buried under ground and lots of flowers and pebbles).

Sorry for lack of updates.

My friend from the army was murdered two nights ago because he was gay. I guess people heard about it. You can read about him here. I went to his funeral yesterday.

It was supposed to be a safe house. Fuck that.

Got into Wizo Design Academy. assafr did not show sufficient joy.

So, there are things that are so WTF that I haven't even been writing them in my lj because they are so WTF. I mean, like things that are so not me, or are so out there, or so... I don't know. Things I didn't want to jinx, I suppose. I don't even remember what I wrote about in here and what I didn't write about. Did I write about taking vocal lessons? I don't even remember, and I've been doing that for like a year and a half now. So anyway, I'll list some recent stuff that's been happening:

* Signed up for improv workshop at Nissan Nativ acting school. Softspoken me with the stage fright takes the bus once a week after work to south Tel Aviv to interact with others unpreparedly. Even though I hate people and I hate going out of the house and I like to sleep and. Turns out it's a lot of fun.

* Ended things with Tel Aviv University. Just broke up with it, for reals. Which brings me to-

* Signed up for Wizo Haifa Design Academy, one of the top three design schools in the country. I wouldn't have mentioned this to begin with, but I actually passed stage 1 and now I'm after stage 2 and waiting for an answer on whether or not I'm actually in and I'm super nervous. This could mean a whole bunch of things. I'm nervous.

* Want sandwich.

* Prozac still not working.

* Lost a bunch of weight. I think if I lose 3kg I'll be fine. If I lose 1kg then I'll be back to my pre-Italy weight. No, I lie. I'll be back to last summer's weight, because I gained like a kilo during the winter before I went. Anyway now I am back to normal except I'm on my period and nervous which is not normal unless one is a woman which I am so I guess normal yeah kthxhai.

Why we won't be sitting in Segafredo caffe anymore, even though they serve great, delicious cake. The link is in Hebrew, but I am so furious I forgot the correct HTML to make Hebrew look normal. This great artist walks into a coffee house and tries to buy a sandwich, and he doesn't have an arm because he had to get it removed when he had cancer at 15, and his clothes aren't very clean because he's an artist and works with paint all day, so he kinda looks homeless, and he asks the man behind the counter not to heat his sandwich for him, so the guy throws a glass of water at him and kicks him the fuck out because he thinks he's homeless. And no part of this story is actually relevant to the fact that you just DON'T FUCKING DO THAT to ANYONE no matter WHO THEY FUCKING ARE YOU FUCKING FUCK.

Which sucks, because they really do sell great cake. Fuckers. At least Pizza Shraga dudes are mean to autistic kids AND sell lousy pizza.

I love sandwich.

So recently, favorite discussion topics include pharmacy talk, but now I realize that 190-210mg a day is loser-dosage, so should sit down and shut up already. Especially if said loser-dosage knocks me out like nothing else, in such a way that I managed to injure myself in a mildly exotic fashion from too much yawning. Also, prozac still doesn't work, so as mentioned in previous posts, fuck that.

Birthday ended up being somewhat nice in the midst of all the chaos. I was absolutely exhausted and we didn't go to pride parade, but I heard it was too hot to be outside anyway, so whatev. Then loads of other shit happened, which actually started being funny at some point, because if it weren't funny it would be quite sad, y'know? I think I don't remember what kinds of stuff happened, but it was like health stuff and celeb deaths and family drama and all.

Also, had my first (perhaps last) tests for Wizo design academy in Haifa, so we'll see how that works out. No high hopes there, just because... I shouldn't have any, ever. I'm not even sure what the requirements are, in design schools. It was fun anyway, because my mom and I got to stay at a little boutique hotel in Haifa and eat at arab restaurants and listen to Terry Poison in the car.

Started an acting and improv workshop in Nissan Nativ last night. It seems useful right about now.

eta LOVE LOVE LOVE kebabs at Monka in Jaffa. ♥

Not my week. I know I didn't mention it last month, but my mom's cornea got torn, right, and she like, had to grow it back, and I kept going to the doctor with her and it was a lot of fun except now it got torn again and we have to go through the whole thing again and it's not fun anymore and it's my birthday tomorrow and I think we can't go to pride together that way and it's a crappy week anyway and I have tons of work and topamax is making me all depressed and prozac isn't working yet and I have no time to breathe or even watch a full episode of SVU or wash the damn dishes, ugh. Happy fucking birthday, right?

Also, I'm probably not gonna go to a proper university or stuff like that because, well, fuck that. I'm an artist. I know that Americans reading this don't get how difficult it is to get into a good design school over here and that it's not, like, cooking school, so they think I'm out of my mind, which I probably am anyway, but apparently my whole high school experience was a lie and suddenly university decides to drop 5pts off my gpa for no evident reason, so, as previously stated, fuck that.

eta Oh but I lost weight so hells yeah.

So, I got into Tel Aviv University for Political Science and Art History. Which is reeeeeeeeeal interesting and could also be combined with journalism school. This is getting quite fascinating. Still waiting for answers on Psychology.

Also about SFU, to quote myself to Assaf last night, "what I love about the Fishers is, that not unlike Mexicans and Jews, their dead are always with them."

BTW, got a new cellphone on Thursday and it is just so much better than my old phone that I hated. It's an LG Slider and it's preeeeeeetty. I only had to sell my soul to my cell provider for three years.

Caught the last episode of Six Feet Under last night. I've never seen it before, and I just couldn't stop watching. It didn't matter if I didn't watch some seasons or whatever, it doesn't matter with a show like that. During the last sequence, I just started to weep so much.

Indeed, it was a very tough evening in my little home, when my partner and I thoroughly debated whether to vote for Sweden or Greece, with my boyfriend claiming "but Sweden had opera!" and me replying (all too passionately) "but the Greek guy was dancing on a giant stapler with the flag of Greece on it!!!"

I honestly still regret not having voted for him, he was brilliant. ♥

K, who forgot to let the weather know that it's May? I'm fucking cold here. Even the Canadian was cold so you know I ain't lyin'.