I'm susceptible to peer pressure.
Firsts:
First best friend: Neta, in kindergarten.
First real memory of something: Falling into a mock swamp in the Abu Kabir botanical gardens. I was two years old and it was not in the least frightening. I remember feeling very calm, the water wore an extremely pretty shade of green and I could see the sunlight shimmering and hear the people screaming from above. Then my father grabbed me and pulled me out. I was soaked wet and he gave me his shirt to wear. It was so big on me it dragged on the muddy ground, but I was bouncing and giggling - I got a new dress after all.
First car: Ri-ight. I haven't even got a driving license.
First date: Some kid called Gil, the summer between the fifth and sixth grade. I met him in the scouts' summer camp.
First real kiss: Some other kid named Lior. I was 13.5.
First break-up: Lior, 2 weeks later. Because, apparently, he ate a duck. I wasn't even a veggie then.
First job: Babysitting doesn't count. So - err, two weeks of telemarketing for Maariv La'noar. I used to have nightmares about that, seriously. You wouldn't believe the shit that went down there.
First screen name: Martha.
First self purchased album: Pulp's Different Class.
First funeral: Ido.
First pets: Ogi the hamster (his name was actually Alex, but how can you not call a hamster Ogi? If you're Israeli that is). But the first real family member sort of pet was, and still is, Martha the hyperactive ginger dog.
First piercing/tattoo: A nose ring, I was 12.5 and felt oh-so-rebellious. Da Mashmash tattoo half a year later.
First credit card: A MasterCard, like, a week ago.
First true love: True love can't be one sided, can it? Then Marie, I s'pose.
First enemy: Ortal. She brought me a fucking erasure for my 5th birthday!!
First big trip: I'd say the first REAL big trip was Montreal, at age 17.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Either Mashina or The Beatles. I have a very selective memory.
Lasts:
Last cigarette: Don't remember. Maybe at the Mashina show. Cigarettes are bad for you, y'know.
Last big car ride: Cars are for losers.
Last kiss: Bobo, this afternoon. He woke me up with a Saadia Falafel.
Last good cry: Since when cries are good?
Last library book checked out: Hehe. Ha'bekhor Lebeit Avi back in the national service days. I was supposed to summarise it for the kids but I stopped caring.
Last movie seen: Ghost World. It sucked.
Last food consumed: Thai noodles and a chocolate soy dessert.
Last crush: We prefer the term lovers.
Last phone call: Yoni.
Last time showered: Yesterday.
Last shoes worn: The red high heels I've totally forgotten about.
Last cd played: Cursive's Domestica.
Last item bought: A bus ticket home.
Last annoyance: Not being able to enrol for a Russian class this year.
Last disappointment: Nitay prefering sulking over dancing with me to Hefner.
Last soda drank: Diet Coke, at Nitay's grandma's.
Last time wanting to die: One hour ago. My mum was listening to some sing-along TV show. Jee-sus.
Last time scolded: Some minutes ago. My mum said that I ..... way too much (drink coffee/use the computer/listen to music/kiss the cats/get drunk)
Last shirt worn: My blue long-sleeved 'if we can land a man on the moon, surely i can win your heart' shirt, under a short-sleeved Danse Macabre t-shirt.
Last website visited: Webb-side? What's that?
First best friend: Neta, in kindergarten.
First real memory of something: Falling into a mock swamp in the Abu Kabir botanical gardens. I was two years old and it was not in the least frightening. I remember feeling very calm, the water wore an extremely pretty shade of green and I could see the sunlight shimmering and hear the people screaming from above. Then my father grabbed me and pulled me out. I was soaked wet and he gave me his shirt to wear. It was so big on me it dragged on the muddy ground, but I was bouncing and giggling - I got a new dress after all.
First car: Ri-ight. I haven't even got a driving license.
First date: Some kid called Gil, the summer between the fifth and sixth grade. I met him in the scouts' summer camp.
First real kiss: Some other kid named Lior. I was 13.5.
First break-up: Lior, 2 weeks later. Because, apparently, he ate a duck. I wasn't even a veggie then.
First job: Babysitting doesn't count. So - err, two weeks of telemarketing for Maariv La'noar. I used to have nightmares about that, seriously. You wouldn't believe the shit that went down there.
First screen name: Martha.
First self purchased album: Pulp's Different Class.
First funeral: Ido.
First pets: Ogi the hamster (his name was actually Alex, but how can you not call a hamster Ogi? If you're Israeli that is). But the first real family member sort of pet was, and still is, Martha the hyperactive ginger dog.
First piercing/tattoo: A nose ring, I was 12.5 and felt oh-so-rebellious. Da Mashmash tattoo half a year later.
First credit card: A MasterCard, like, a week ago.
First true love: True love can't be one sided, can it? Then Marie, I s'pose.
First enemy: Ortal. She brought me a fucking erasure for my 5th birthday!!
First big trip: I'd say the first REAL big trip was Montreal, at age 17.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Either Mashina or The Beatles. I have a very selective memory.
Lasts:
Last cigarette: Don't remember. Maybe at the Mashina show. Cigarettes are bad for you, y'know.
Last big car ride: Cars are for losers.
Last kiss: Bobo, this afternoon. He woke me up with a Saadia Falafel.
Last good cry: Since when cries are good?
Last library book checked out: Hehe. Ha'bekhor Lebeit Avi back in the national service days. I was supposed to summarise it for the kids but I stopped caring.
Last movie seen: Ghost World. It sucked.
Last food consumed: Thai noodles and a chocolate soy dessert.
Last crush: We prefer the term lovers.
Last phone call: Yoni.
Last time showered: Yesterday.
Last shoes worn: The red high heels I've totally forgotten about.
Last cd played: Cursive's Domestica.
Last item bought: A bus ticket home.
Last annoyance: Not being able to enrol for a Russian class this year.
Last disappointment: Nitay prefering sulking over dancing with me to Hefner.
Last soda drank: Diet Coke, at Nitay's grandma's.
Last time wanting to die: One hour ago. My mum was listening to some sing-along TV show. Jee-sus.
Last time scolded: Some minutes ago. My mum said that I ..... way too much (drink coffee/use the computer/listen to music/kiss the cats/get drunk)
Last shirt worn: My blue long-sleeved 'if we can land a man on the moon, surely i can win your heart' shirt, under a short-sleeved Danse Macabre t-shirt.
Last website visited: Webb-side? What's that?