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'.

Freaked out about school. Also signed up for Tel Aviv University for no actual reason (well, technically due to freakout and also due to the fact that my grades are FUCKING AWESOME and my gpa is 106.48).

I just had a baked good that I should not have. It tasted good. I get to do that cause I'm freaking out and because my co-worker gave it to me and would've been rude not to eat.

/OCD

And another thing: I discovered a cosmetic product that actually works. And amazingly so. It is the Garnier Nutritionist Caffeine Eye Roll-On, and I put it on and the dark circles under my eyes, which are problematic because I'm so pale, became much less visible. Shock was registered with featherweight and I. Also, the the roll-on has got a really pleasant cool feel on the skin.

Ohemgee. Phonecall from unlisted: Hi Or, you can still register for design school in Haifa, will sign you up for open day kthxbai.

So (moreso) in a nutshell: much like Barcelona, attempting a 93-minute goal. Not that I know what I'll actually do it I score it, y'know?

featherweight and I are meeting up for some Cafe Noir schnitzel after work today. She stayed at my house on Friday night, and we just spent all of Friday hanging out all over Tel Aviv: we started at my house just eating cookies and talking, then went to Dizengoff Center to buy jewelry and accessories and halva and zaatar, then had hummus, went back to get more halva (mmm), walked through all of Dizengoff street. It was just such a lovely day. We ended up at Tel Aviv harbor, shared a fondue at Max Brenner, and walked back home through Park HaYarkon. We had dinner with Assaf in Neve Tzedek and were obviously insanely full by the time we went to bed. On Saturday we slept in and then went to her hostel on HaYarkon st. and walked around Alenby st. and Rothchild and random Bauhaus streets. We had a late lunch at Kyoto Salsa and then went to Herzliya for some last-minute shopping. I love being a tourist, though I swear I haven't eaten that much since I actually was one. And I love featherweight! She's so tiny and polite! Apparently, what's considered OCD over here is just considered Canadian over there!

Also, after dropping her off at the hostel (safely tucked in with a large pack of Bamba), my dad and I went for a bit of a workout at the park. So, to summarize, I am insanely exhausted right now.

My colleague Ronen bought me a rooster lollipop which I have been craving for ages and ages. He's hardcore.

So, am officially of teh crazies.

I've been taking cipralex, which has been great except it hasn't been doing much in the ocd way, only in the anxiety way. So I went to this psychiatrist a friend's mom recommended (she's a social worker in those fields). I arrive at his office, I sit down, he asks me a ton of questions, and says: you have a severe case of OCD. You are a control freak. Your mind keeps running. etc. etc. And then he says, you are going to go slowly off the cipralex, and start taking prozac every morning and topamax every evening. You'll start the prozac at 20mg and go up to 40mg and start the topamax at 25mg and go up to 100mg. This will help you control your urges and anxiety and also lose weight and prevent hunger. You will also have to drink 8 glasses of water every day. The keyword is something you do not have: patience patience patience patience. Now you shall give me 800NIS and I will see you in a month.

Kthx. At least he took notice of the part where I said "Ok, I want you to take away the OCD and bring the anorexia back!"

Also, went to some short lectures the people at the interdisciplinary center's school of psychology were having, and am quite unimpressed. They seem... pretty, and not incredibly intelligent. I'll still consider taking some psychology courses or something, but I think I'll for sure major in mass communications next year. I'll be fun. On the other hand, the lectures made me think that I should write a paper on mass media's influence on existing models in psychology.

Review of last night's game between Chelsea and Barcelona: 92 minutes of utter boredom. 1 minute of awesomeness, followed by the very definition to the term "the agony of defeat" as illustrated by Drogba. Unfortunately, I didn't see all of that part because I was having a fight with my kitty, who is still angry with me for leaving home.

Tomorrow I meet featherweight, who shall crash on our sofa. I am so excited! Wonder if she'd like a segway tour of Park HaYarkon?

I am so very tired right now, and again - still - so very bored. My mistake, you see, was finishing all of my work Monday morning, so now I've got nothing to do all day. I'm pretty sure at some point I'll run out of things to read on Oh No They Didn't and then I shall be DOOMED. DOOMED!

Also, VOD only has seasons 1-3 of The Hills, and none of The City. Now that I've finished s3, how am I to get my fix of Speidi? (Yes, I am a masochist.)

I had a thing to say. I forgot what it was. I am so unbelievably bored right now.

assafr thinks it's awfully funny we ran out of gas last night and have to order more gas. On Holocaust Memorial Day.

(*Which of course prompted a whole bunch of holocaust jokes on my part. Such as: "knock knock!" "Who's there?" "GESTAPO!" "..." "Knock knock!" "Who's there?" "GESTAPO, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!")