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purim last year will never be topped. this year, it is so unimportant. nothing can compare. the dances, my birthday with my best friends running around the chava with our tickets to the bedouin tent and the cotton candy that seemed so unattainable until jonah told the guy, "zeh ha yom yom'huledet shelcha" (or something like that) and there i go. i get the cotton candy. and dea and i stuck packaging noodles up our noses, and then j rubes joined and it was such a happy day. and we made complete idiots of ourselves in front of all of the frussians by half-assing the talent show. we were idiots--and it was amazing. and then the megillah reading with the reader chugging down alcohol while all of us were hungry from the fast and about to run up there and grab the bottle. and then i saw ornan and i looked like an ass with maya's fishnet jacket and huge sunglasses. melissa ser brought us hamantaschen and was so sweet to us while be presented our song analyses. and i went with maya to tel aviv for more purim celebrations. we drank beer with the irishmen who were in the country for a soccer game and must have been drunk for a week straight. and they bought the beer for us, and then tried to hook us up with some men in the back. maya's dad said they could take me, not his daughter. and i was introduced to za'atar and the bast iced coffee ever. and my first sabra and passion fruit (can i say bull testicle?) there was just so much happinness packaged into that week. i love purim in israel...not here. my daddy was supposed to read megillah at the schul, but ended up going to the hospital and he is staying there overnight. i miss him. it is torch week, and i have so many papers to write. yet i do this instead. spring break will be so pleasant, and jared is going to be there so i am sure to have fun. the sun and heat will make life outstanding. just have to get through this.