garbage men are hotter when they sing
so, i know it is early in the morning to already have something to post about, but as i was walking back from the other dorm where i had been hangin with alex already reminiscing about TRY, a garbage man who was hanging off the side of the truck started serenading me...i think it was an arabic song. either way, hot stuff. then i went up to the coop and the bakery (i just discovered that it is called bonjour) and bought too much breakfast and two off brand liters of drinks. one of them cost 3.70 shekels. for 1.5 liters. that is shady, so it is obviously going to be awful. we are going to the palmach museum later, but i am not sure what we will be doing there since i missed class yesterday on account of my sickness.
ross wrote me a letter the other day,which made me ridiculously happy and home sick. then again, despite the fact that we have 5 weeks left, we are all already giving each other goodbye hugs. everyone is so depressed! i don't want to leave and israel will be sorry to let us go. damn four month programs. why don't they let us stay until we are ready to leave?! bastards.
ross wrote me a letter the other day,which made me ridiculously happy and home sick. then again, despite the fact that we have 5 weeks left, we are all already giving each other goodbye hugs. everyone is so depressed! i don't want to leave and israel will be sorry to let us go. damn four month programs. why don't they let us stay until we are ready to leave?! bastards.