and the boring-ness of class continues
so I am sitting in class, again, this tends to be my usual modus operandi these days. yes, I know, shira should be a good grad student and pay attention, however, it is hard to pay attention when things are common sense and/or you have learned these before and it seems like one big review. I don't need more review - I'd like to learn something new. I am not adverse to learning new things, in fact, I quite welcome it, hence going for an MA (and possibly a second), however, I am not doing that. what I am learning is the effective way of using Microsoft word to write important emails I have to send out for when I do get internet access again (there used to be internet in this class) and how to write blogs in a word document to be posted at a later date and time. I also started playing 40-bomb minesweeper. I won a game. I would feel better about winning a game if I didn't lose almost 800. it is kind of sad. but I won one. I maintain that much and it makes me feel a bit better about myself. eventually I will win more, and then I will have a percentage of wins pop up…but I think that will take time…and more boring classes. I seem to have that.
as it seems, I might only have one final in decision making - and I have this class w/ my friend adina, so that is good. other than that - papers. some I have full topics, some I have an idea of a topic, and some, none what-so-ever. research methods has a topic (religious people voting patterns in Israel during the 2006 elections), advanced theories (segregation versus integration from an elitist POV and a rational-choice institutionalist POV)..and that's that. I still have to pick a mediated conflict for my conflict resolution class, an NGO involved in conflict (either positively or negatively) for my conflict and diplomacy class and isaac's class on peacekeeping - no…fucking…idea. I should probably talk to him about that one too..haha.
I am teaching about the US and terrorism a week from Sunday… I have so much information and I realized that I like reading about US and terrorism. I came to the conclusion that if I were to get an MA in counter-terrorism and then go for a PhD in counter-terrorism, I'd probably focus on the US and counter-terrorism strategies…I kind of fell in love w/ the topic - the US is so fucked up and convoluted when it comes to strategies and changes so much w/ each administration that it's fun to track. I am writing an article for a grad journal on Guantanamo bay/facilities to hold unlawful combatants and how even though Obama has announced plans to close gitmo - there is always a problem on where to put class 3 individuals (those too dangerous to go back to host country/regular prison) and that places like gitmo will always pop up (IE bagram in Kabul). it could be interested and I have definitely taken a liking to the whole aspect of torture as well.
my hair is short..and I'm a brunette…and I will be going darker….soon'ish.
my hair hasn't been this short since I was about 14/15 years old. but I seriously doubt I will go shorter than this.
it's shaggy…and I love it.
and I might actually look like I am 25 now and not 15.
I fell down stairs on Monday. it was a bad day and I fell down the stairs to the basement of my boss' house to work on Monday. but this time, I fucked up my left ankle. it is now nice and swollen and bruised and sprained and a hairline fracture. however, apparently, Israeli doctors don't believe in crutches and I am forced to walk on it making it hurt more and stay swollen and making me even more dislike Israeli doctors. not only would he not give me crutches, but upon giving me a prescription for pain pills (after telling him I was very allergic to codeine), he ends up giving me something w/ fucking codeine! I could have gone back and yelled at him, really, I could have, but I was tired, I was going to be late for work as it was, and I didn't care anymore…I decided my extra strength Tylenol would do the trick.
this is why, upon limping into my doctor's office (before he sent me to an orthoped to get xrays) wanted to know why he hasn't seen me in a year (a year ago was the 2 month debacle that it took to figure out I had mono)…I…HATE…DOCTORS!!! I really do.
I was told I need to switch to maccabi insurance…that the doctors are better.
b/c really, I give up.
I'd rather call my dad and have him diagnose me via phone - he is usually on the money.
fucking doctors.
so now I am walking around w/ a bad ankle…and I fell again yesterday and there's a new purple mark developing but I refuse to go to a doctor. when there's a bone popping out of my skin, then maybe I will go see a doctor.
until then, ace bandages and Tylenol.
accept no substitutes.
though, yea for socialized healthcare, the whole process of going to the trauma center, seeing an orthoped and getting xrays cost me 38 shekels (it's about 3.8 shekels right now to the dollar, you do the math..oh wait, 10 dollars…haha)….something like that would have cost a pretty penny in the US.
loosing a roommate = loosing money I had saved b/c now have to spend that on paying extra rent.
there goes my tattoo and saving money to buy a dress for miriam's wedding.
I have to lose weight to fit into one of her dresses but I don't know if that will happen.
at least I had it though - that's a plus…I guess.
back to being broke…again.
and I thought I might have started to break out of this living paycheck to paycheck thing and have extra money in my account.
oh well.
anyone want to live in raanana? good apartment…decent sized room…good price…good location….puh-leeeeeeeeeeze.
I want to cook again but I don't have time. I think one day, I just need to work one day in a kitchen, just to feel the rush…and then remember why the fuck I never want to be a chef again. but I don't know…I need a rush.
I also need a vacation but that will come……..
yea, there's no answer for that question.
I have no idea.
boy might be home this weekend J he's out of gaza and pretty much spending the rest of his service in the Golan, by the Syrian border. but he might be home this weekend. I was supposed to go to my parents but w/ all the work I have and the ankle thing, I opted out. but eli will be home and if I push myself today to get most of my work done then it won't be so bad. he wants me to take a taxi from herzliya to his place and he will pay me back but I don't know…we will see how I feel. but I want to see him. if not this weekend, it will be a month until I see him again easy. I've had a horrible week but I speak to him and he makes me smile…he tells me he loves his crippled girl…it makes me feel better J he makes me feel better. soon I won't have to travel so far either, his parents are looking to move to raanana come February so he will be in the same town as me and it will make things a bit easier and better and so on. he told me that there is still a possibility, b/c of crap going on in gaza, even though he is technically out of that line, he could get sent back. I am hoping god will smile on me and be like "wow, she had a really shitty beginning of the week, I should give her this one thing to make the end of it not so shitty." really, b/c that would be fair and right and nice. I want nice. I want my boyfriend. when shit sucks, I miss him more b/c he just has this uncanny ability to still make me smile, even when I am on the phone in tears b/c I am completely stressed out w/ life or I fell down stairs.
I know I say it every time, but I do have the best boyfriend ever, seriously.
I'm in love…it's a good feeling.
I ate a lot of chocolate this week…usually if I have the choice b/w chocolate and granola bars I (gasp!) chose a granola bar - but this week, this week's been all about chocolate…and my dad's brisket..which I will finish tonight (deeming it's still good but that stuff lasts)…and maybe soup…mmm…soup.
i have to pull a late night tonight if I am going to see eli this weekend and not have to worry about getting bombed down this week w/ work. it isn't so bad, I've written an email I need to send, I have to look up something online and send a second email and I just have a bit more research to do and then that's it. I can get to bed by midnight…maybe, and then wake up at 6am to shower and get ready to hopefully be in tel aviv for the weekend.
there's a punk show Saturday night tel aviv too at this place called the barby - useless ID. I want to see them so bad but I don't think, w/ my ankle like it is, that it would be good for me to go…and this saddens me. I need a good punk show in my life.
bah.
okay, now I am rambling which means I should end this.
according to eli, this is the time I start going "quack quack quack" but he likes to hear me ramble J
and so do you if you are still reading this..hehe.
until next time…
PS: i type this and i am talking to dave via g-chat and he has a webcam. i miss dave extreme tons of lots and will hopefully...eventually...be doing part of his residency here :) this makes me happy..it's been over a year since i've seen him and i am in serious dave withdrawl.
just thought i'd mention this.
xoox
as it seems, I might only have one final in decision making - and I have this class w/ my friend adina, so that is good. other than that - papers. some I have full topics, some I have an idea of a topic, and some, none what-so-ever. research methods has a topic (religious people voting patterns in Israel during the 2006 elections), advanced theories (segregation versus integration from an elitist POV and a rational-choice institutionalist POV)..and that's that. I still have to pick a mediated conflict for my conflict resolution class, an NGO involved in conflict (either positively or negatively) for my conflict and diplomacy class and isaac's class on peacekeeping - no…fucking…idea. I should probably talk to him about that one too..haha.
I am teaching about the US and terrorism a week from Sunday… I have so much information and I realized that I like reading about US and terrorism. I came to the conclusion that if I were to get an MA in counter-terrorism and then go for a PhD in counter-terrorism, I'd probably focus on the US and counter-terrorism strategies…I kind of fell in love w/ the topic - the US is so fucked up and convoluted when it comes to strategies and changes so much w/ each administration that it's fun to track. I am writing an article for a grad journal on Guantanamo bay/facilities to hold unlawful combatants and how even though Obama has announced plans to close gitmo - there is always a problem on where to put class 3 individuals (those too dangerous to go back to host country/regular prison) and that places like gitmo will always pop up (IE bagram in Kabul). it could be interested and I have definitely taken a liking to the whole aspect of torture as well.
my hair is short..and I'm a brunette…and I will be going darker….soon'ish.
my hair hasn't been this short since I was about 14/15 years old. but I seriously doubt I will go shorter than this.
it's shaggy…and I love it.
and I might actually look like I am 25 now and not 15.
I fell down stairs on Monday. it was a bad day and I fell down the stairs to the basement of my boss' house to work on Monday. but this time, I fucked up my left ankle. it is now nice and swollen and bruised and sprained and a hairline fracture. however, apparently, Israeli doctors don't believe in crutches and I am forced to walk on it making it hurt more and stay swollen and making me even more dislike Israeli doctors. not only would he not give me crutches, but upon giving me a prescription for pain pills (after telling him I was very allergic to codeine), he ends up giving me something w/ fucking codeine! I could have gone back and yelled at him, really, I could have, but I was tired, I was going to be late for work as it was, and I didn't care anymore…I decided my extra strength Tylenol would do the trick.
this is why, upon limping into my doctor's office (before he sent me to an orthoped to get xrays) wanted to know why he hasn't seen me in a year (a year ago was the 2 month debacle that it took to figure out I had mono)…I…HATE…DOCTORS!!! I really do.
I was told I need to switch to maccabi insurance…that the doctors are better.
b/c really, I give up.
I'd rather call my dad and have him diagnose me via phone - he is usually on the money.
fucking doctors.
so now I am walking around w/ a bad ankle…and I fell again yesterday and there's a new purple mark developing but I refuse to go to a doctor. when there's a bone popping out of my skin, then maybe I will go see a doctor.
until then, ace bandages and Tylenol.
accept no substitutes.
though, yea for socialized healthcare, the whole process of going to the trauma center, seeing an orthoped and getting xrays cost me 38 shekels (it's about 3.8 shekels right now to the dollar, you do the math..oh wait, 10 dollars…haha)….something like that would have cost a pretty penny in the US.
loosing a roommate = loosing money I had saved b/c now have to spend that on paying extra rent.
there goes my tattoo and saving money to buy a dress for miriam's wedding.
I have to lose weight to fit into one of her dresses but I don't know if that will happen.
at least I had it though - that's a plus…I guess.
back to being broke…again.
and I thought I might have started to break out of this living paycheck to paycheck thing and have extra money in my account.
oh well.
anyone want to live in raanana? good apartment…decent sized room…good price…good location….puh-leeeeeeeeeeze.
I want to cook again but I don't have time. I think one day, I just need to work one day in a kitchen, just to feel the rush…and then remember why the fuck I never want to be a chef again. but I don't know…I need a rush.
I also need a vacation but that will come……..
yea, there's no answer for that question.
I have no idea.
boy might be home this weekend J he's out of gaza and pretty much spending the rest of his service in the Golan, by the Syrian border. but he might be home this weekend. I was supposed to go to my parents but w/ all the work I have and the ankle thing, I opted out. but eli will be home and if I push myself today to get most of my work done then it won't be so bad. he wants me to take a taxi from herzliya to his place and he will pay me back but I don't know…we will see how I feel. but I want to see him. if not this weekend, it will be a month until I see him again easy. I've had a horrible week but I speak to him and he makes me smile…he tells me he loves his crippled girl…it makes me feel better J he makes me feel better. soon I won't have to travel so far either, his parents are looking to move to raanana come February so he will be in the same town as me and it will make things a bit easier and better and so on. he told me that there is still a possibility, b/c of crap going on in gaza, even though he is technically out of that line, he could get sent back. I am hoping god will smile on me and be like "wow, she had a really shitty beginning of the week, I should give her this one thing to make the end of it not so shitty." really, b/c that would be fair and right and nice. I want nice. I want my boyfriend. when shit sucks, I miss him more b/c he just has this uncanny ability to still make me smile, even when I am on the phone in tears b/c I am completely stressed out w/ life or I fell down stairs.
I know I say it every time, but I do have the best boyfriend ever, seriously.
I'm in love…it's a good feeling.
I ate a lot of chocolate this week…usually if I have the choice b/w chocolate and granola bars I (gasp!) chose a granola bar - but this week, this week's been all about chocolate…and my dad's brisket..which I will finish tonight (deeming it's still good but that stuff lasts)…and maybe soup…mmm…soup.
i have to pull a late night tonight if I am going to see eli this weekend and not have to worry about getting bombed down this week w/ work. it isn't so bad, I've written an email I need to send, I have to look up something online and send a second email and I just have a bit more research to do and then that's it. I can get to bed by midnight…maybe, and then wake up at 6am to shower and get ready to hopefully be in tel aviv for the weekend.
there's a punk show Saturday night tel aviv too at this place called the barby - useless ID. I want to see them so bad but I don't think, w/ my ankle like it is, that it would be good for me to go…and this saddens me. I need a good punk show in my life.
bah.
okay, now I am rambling which means I should end this.
according to eli, this is the time I start going "quack quack quack" but he likes to hear me ramble J
and so do you if you are still reading this..hehe.
until next time…
PS: i type this and i am talking to dave via g-chat and he has a webcam. i miss dave extreme tons of lots and will hopefully...eventually...be doing part of his residency here :) this makes me happy..it's been over a year since i've seen him and i am in serious dave withdrawl.
just thought i'd mention this.
xoox