The truth is, I still use facebook. But since my hard drive failed, I've been doing less blogging, stalking, and alone boring chat time. I know I've let down anyone who reads my blog, but its a good thing.
The day after Independence day we threw a shabbat dinner at my place in Herzliya. 25 people came, including 13 people from our Jerusalem crew. It could've been perfect, but the combination of girl roommate's analness and the fact that I didn't tell her about it until 5 hours before didnt help my cause. The night started really awk, with jerusalem not bonding with IDC at all, but eventually it got better and ended with an awesome pop song session. Good stuff.
Funniest part of the night involved Jules, my best friend in the whole world who I love dearly. I've always thought of him as a good guy, a good friend. It turns out his first impression isn't as good.
Julie, Girl Roommate Liat's best friend, approached Jules in the middle of dinner. Immediately, in her Danish accent, she says "I do not like you." Jules was shocked, and asked why. Her response: "You are arrogant, bitch."
If you could hear the accent, you'd laugh your dick off (or breasts, for the ladies). He responded "In our country, we would say to that 'go fuck yourself.'" She laughed. He said "No, seriously, go fuck yourself." We were all very amused.
Since then, things have been pretty busy. Sir Sean Wallis has been in town on birthright, along with other cool peeps like Ariel and Haley. Been partying with them, showed them Jerusalem, where the amount of people we ran into almost made me look cool. It seemed like everyone I knew from Denver, WashU, Toronto, Camp, and Israel decided to hang out in a two block radius, and even if they had seen me the day before, acted like it was a special occasion. I felt super sweet. And I was wearing Jules' blazer. I've never worn a blazer really, even moreso a Courderoy one. I looked borderline metrosexual, sort of "peacock theory" (The Game reference anyone??) and it worked.
I frickin love Israel. I have been thinking of a way to give back to the country without joining army like our lame friends who'd rather "fight for a cause they believe in" than "sit around drinking in a frat basement joking about porn."
I think I've come up with a solution. I want to do what the Ivery kids at Western did. I want to plan a trip for the Olin B-School where Jews and non-Jews would come to Israel on a business oriented trip to learn about how the country engages in International Business amidst the turmoil of the middle east. It could be frickin sweet, people could get a lot out of it. Any interest? Holler at me.
Ya i know, my blogs used to be funnier and less serious and long and shit. Well, I actually do stuff now. Ive never been happier in my life, things can't get any better. But I am coming home soon, living in NY this summer starting June 21st. Get ready for me big city, I may have lost weight, but I'm still huge where it counts--- my drive to succeed, obvi. I'm gonna start paying attention in class, this teacher has lost everyone, and I will ask a question so he thinks that I actually care. I will let you know how it goes.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Indepenence Day, the balagan of balagans
Yesterday was Yom Haatzmaut, independence day, the 60th anniversary of the state of Israel. Big deal, the country has been preppin for it for months and months. It didn't disappoint.
The night started with Ollie, Joseph, Sam, Tomer and I driving into Tel Aviv around 8ish, picking up Matt on our way. Def not enough room in Ollie's car for 6, but I had shotgun so SUCK IT. We went to Rabin Square, where they were set up for an enormous concert and we met Adir. It felt like the entire country was there, but we had amazing seats and found ourselves in the middle of all the action. We sat drinking before the concert started, and the fact that its legal to just sit around with open alcohol in public around kids and such still blows my mind.
A couple highlights from the night:
1. We were dancing midway through the concert, and adir took off his shirt and handed one end of it to me so we could dance with it together. Tomer immediately says "LIMBO!" and within a minute we had about 25 people limbo-ing under the t shirt in the middle of the party. Classic. I'm not flexible enough to impress, so I did it early on then took the role of "jerk who holds the limbo pole and pulls it down as people go under so they fall." I'm a good guy but I feel like there's no other way to limbo-hold.
2. We got to the street party on Florentine, and at one point, for some unknown reason, Ollie and I decided it was a good idea to pretend to be angry drunks and smash the ends of beer bottles and fake fight. Well, Ollie's didnt crack, and mine cracked too much, giving me a lil papercut on my thumb. Bummer!
3. At around 5:00 am, Ollie and Matt and I drove to Jerusalem, getting in around 5 45ish. I thought we'd be sleeping when we got here, but instead I was surprised to find myself at a early morning rave. It was light out, and kids were mad-drugged out and doing weird dance moves. We were awfully uncomfortable, so we decided to imitate them and dance as if we too were stoned out of our minds. We weren't, but someone was videotaping us, and Im sure I could fool most. I'm an excellent actor, in my post blog life I plan on doing that. Or just get a legit job.
Went to bed around 7 on Jules' floor, woken up at 9. Successful night, happy Birthday Israel.
The night started with Ollie, Joseph, Sam, Tomer and I driving into Tel Aviv around 8ish, picking up Matt on our way. Def not enough room in Ollie's car for 6, but I had shotgun so SUCK IT. We went to Rabin Square, where they were set up for an enormous concert and we met Adir. It felt like the entire country was there, but we had amazing seats and found ourselves in the middle of all the action. We sat drinking before the concert started, and the fact that its legal to just sit around with open alcohol in public around kids and such still blows my mind.
A couple highlights from the night:
1. We were dancing midway through the concert, and adir took off his shirt and handed one end of it to me so we could dance with it together. Tomer immediately says "LIMBO!" and within a minute we had about 25 people limbo-ing under the t shirt in the middle of the party. Classic. I'm not flexible enough to impress, so I did it early on then took the role of "jerk who holds the limbo pole and pulls it down as people go under so they fall." I'm a good guy but I feel like there's no other way to limbo-hold.
2. We got to the street party on Florentine, and at one point, for some unknown reason, Ollie and I decided it was a good idea to pretend to be angry drunks and smash the ends of beer bottles and fake fight. Well, Ollie's didnt crack, and mine cracked too much, giving me a lil papercut on my thumb. Bummer!
3. At around 5:00 am, Ollie and Matt and I drove to Jerusalem, getting in around 5 45ish. I thought we'd be sleeping when we got here, but instead I was surprised to find myself at a early morning rave. It was light out, and kids were mad-drugged out and doing weird dance moves. We were awfully uncomfortable, so we decided to imitate them and dance as if we too were stoned out of our minds. We weren't, but someone was videotaping us, and Im sure I could fool most. I'm an excellent actor, in my post blog life I plan on doing that. Or just get a legit job.
Went to bed around 7 on Jules' floor, woken up at 9. Successful night, happy Birthday Israel.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Back to Blogging
Sorry for the 5 days without blogging. My hard drive failed, so now I don't have a computer. Imagine, me without a computer. Today I had my first class of the semester without facebook and ESPN. Brutal. I lost every picture from my childhood, every script I've ever written, and worst of all, my copy of "Snood." Damn.
I should probably blog starting from the weekend. On thursday I went into Jerusalem around midday to pick up Shaun's mom and take her around Jerusalem. Leah and I accompanied her back to the apartment, where we were let down--no touring Jerusalem, she wanted to sleep. LAME, SHAUNS MOM. That night was Shaun and Jules' tekes, their induction into the army for real where they get their guns and division tags. It was pretty sweet, and the coolest part about it was seeing how many people (about 25 kids our ageish) showed up just for them. Sweet. I was on my Jewish geography game with a bunch of heb u girls who afterword told me I had a "fan club," a situation which I never thought I would have until I was either a Degrassi character or on the news for saving a child's life in a burning fire. Well, either way, good confidence boost, considering all the attention was being given to Jules and Shaun for "fighting for the country." Geez.
That night was "mamash sababa." Yah, thats the best way to describe it, no stories necessary.
Adir and I drove to Tel Aviv the next day, and I spent shabbat and the weekend with Jared C., chillin on the beach and goin out and such. Yesterday surprise bday party for anat, played ball, then went to Tel to watch the Maccabi TA game with Adir and Ollie. Maccabi lost, buzz kill.
Busy week ahead, with Independence day and birthright and such. Blogging is sort of lame when youre just telling stories, so I just want to vent about stuff.
I don't think I'm getting better at basketball. I play prob 3 or 4 times a week. That's a lot. And we play pretty hard, with a solid crew of guys coming out every time. But I still miss all kinds of shots. And at least when I was fat I could blame it on the fat. Now I have no one to blame it on but my dad for not giving me more naturally athletic genes, instead of "work ethic" genes. Oh btw, SCREW anats brother yehuda. He seemed nice until we were at a bar and he said "Jared, you play basketball? You don't look athletic at all." You suck little kid. Thats why I've decided to start pumping iron just on my biceps so people get a better first impression. Girls won't see my abs till I'm already topless with them, and I figure theyre already with me, so it's not a big deal. Bicep time is now. K good stuff, yalla bye.
I should probably blog starting from the weekend. On thursday I went into Jerusalem around midday to pick up Shaun's mom and take her around Jerusalem. Leah and I accompanied her back to the apartment, where we were let down--no touring Jerusalem, she wanted to sleep. LAME, SHAUNS MOM. That night was Shaun and Jules' tekes, their induction into the army for real where they get their guns and division tags. It was pretty sweet, and the coolest part about it was seeing how many people (about 25 kids our ageish) showed up just for them. Sweet. I was on my Jewish geography game with a bunch of heb u girls who afterword told me I had a "fan club," a situation which I never thought I would have until I was either a Degrassi character or on the news for saving a child's life in a burning fire. Well, either way, good confidence boost, considering all the attention was being given to Jules and Shaun for "fighting for the country." Geez.
That night was "mamash sababa." Yah, thats the best way to describe it, no stories necessary.
Adir and I drove to Tel Aviv the next day, and I spent shabbat and the weekend with Jared C., chillin on the beach and goin out and such. Yesterday surprise bday party for anat, played ball, then went to Tel to watch the Maccabi TA game with Adir and Ollie. Maccabi lost, buzz kill.
Busy week ahead, with Independence day and birthright and such. Blogging is sort of lame when youre just telling stories, so I just want to vent about stuff.
I don't think I'm getting better at basketball. I play prob 3 or 4 times a week. That's a lot. And we play pretty hard, with a solid crew of guys coming out every time. But I still miss all kinds of shots. And at least when I was fat I could blame it on the fat. Now I have no one to blame it on but my dad for not giving me more naturally athletic genes, instead of "work ethic" genes. Oh btw, SCREW anats brother yehuda. He seemed nice until we were at a bar and he said "Jared, you play basketball? You don't look athletic at all." You suck little kid. Thats why I've decided to start pumping iron just on my biceps so people get a better first impression. Girls won't see my abs till I'm already topless with them, and I figure theyre already with me, so it's not a big deal. Bicep time is now. K good stuff, yalla bye.
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