i never meant to be so cold
I meant to go to temple this weekend and now I'm sad that I didn't. I mainly want to go to temple for selfish reasons - to socialize and to feel the inevitable togetherness of the Jewish community once again. Living in a conservative suburban area in North Texas, there aren't a lot of us. (That sense of community is just another plus about my planned move to DC next year.) I had an interesting discussion tonight with turkishdisco about the situation in Israel. We agreed with each other for the most part, which was good for me. It seems like everywhere I turn there's someone else referring to Israel's self-defense as war crimes and terrorism. It's frustrating and disheartening, but I guess there's not much I can do about it. I only feel worse inside if I argue with people that just refuse to understand.
I seriously need to stop staying awake this late (or early, however you look at it). I'm forcing myself to wake up in a few hours rather than sleeping late. I've got to get on some sort of normal sleep schedule because I have school starting up at the end of August. This sucks! I hate summer insomnia. I would be a much happier person if I went to bed before midnight and woke up before nine every single day.
The Duchess and the Dirtwater Fox came in the mail on Saturday and I watched it that evening. I loved it! Goldie Hawn played a, well... a whore, basically. The year was 1882 on the Barbary Coast of San Francisco, so I'm sure there was a better term for it. Anyway, she wanted to become a "real lady" so she planned to get hitched to a Mormon fellow with seven wives. She wanted "one day on, six days off." After stealing money from the Dirtwater Fox (George Segal), she bought a prim and proper dress and posed as the Duchess of Swansbury. She was hired as a governess for the Mormon family, but got side-tracked on her way to Salt Lake City. I won't give away the ending in case anyone wants to rent it or anything. But it was a fun movie! I'm glad I bought it. Now I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of Foul Play. Not only did a few of you mention that it was good, my stepdad said that he has seen it as well and liked it a lot. So I'll write a mini-review after that one arrives and I see it.
I wrote a poem for the first time in about a year. I'm a little rusty, but I just had to write something. It means something to me, whether it's quality poetry or not. It expressed something I couldn't express otherwise. You can read it at my writing journal, lowdirtywar. It's the newest entry. I'd appreciate any feedback you may have if you do read it. Just leave a comment on that entry.
dollymatters and I went to a party on Saturday night that lasted until Sunday morning, basically. I needed that experience. I needed to just go let loose and have fun. I happened to venture outside for a moment and right as I looked up into the sky, I saw a shooting star. I think that's a good sign.
I seriously need to stop staying awake this late (or early, however you look at it). I'm forcing myself to wake up in a few hours rather than sleeping late. I've got to get on some sort of normal sleep schedule because I have school starting up at the end of August. This sucks! I hate summer insomnia. I would be a much happier person if I went to bed before midnight and woke up before nine every single day.
The Duchess and the Dirtwater Fox came in the mail on Saturday and I watched it that evening. I loved it! Goldie Hawn played a, well... a whore, basically. The year was 1882 on the Barbary Coast of San Francisco, so I'm sure there was a better term for it. Anyway, she wanted to become a "real lady" so she planned to get hitched to a Mormon fellow with seven wives. She wanted "one day on, six days off." After stealing money from the Dirtwater Fox (George Segal), she bought a prim and proper dress and posed as the Duchess of Swansbury. She was hired as a governess for the Mormon family, but got side-tracked on her way to Salt Lake City. I won't give away the ending in case anyone wants to rent it or anything. But it was a fun movie! I'm glad I bought it. Now I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of Foul Play. Not only did a few of you mention that it was good, my stepdad said that he has seen it as well and liked it a lot. So I'll write a mini-review after that one arrives and I see it.
I wrote a poem for the first time in about a year. I'm a little rusty, but I just had to write something. It means something to me, whether it's quality poetry or not. It expressed something I couldn't express otherwise. You can read it at my writing journal, lowdirtywar. It's the newest entry. I'd appreciate any feedback you may have if you do read it. Just leave a comment on that entry.
dollymatters and I went to a party on Saturday night that lasted until Sunday morning, basically. I needed that experience. I needed to just go let loose and have fun. I happened to venture outside for a moment and right as I looked up into the sky, I saw a shooting star. I think that's a good sign.