"Straight Up" by Paula Adbul
Thursday, October 23, 2008
On the 3 train last night, some girl was practicing her pole dancing moves for her friends across the aisle from me. I was in too much shock to move, so I took out my chumash and started learning last week's parsha just so I wouldn't have to see some obnoxious girl shaking her fat behind and kicking her feet up in the air. They got off at the same stop as me. When the train stopped, her friend said "I have to pee like a race horse." Very classy, ladies.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Rosh Hashanah was great this year. I davened with Yossi, Gershon, and Menachem Eliyahu at 770. It was very crowded, but for the first time in my life, the davening was literally enlivening. I finished Sefer Tehillim over the course of both days, also for the first time, and the farbrengen at the end of the yomtov was surprisingly emotional. It felt almost as if the Rebbe was in the room.
Yom Kippur got off to a good start; I stayed up late, until 2am, saying Tehillim, and finished during shacharis. By musaf, though, I began to feel very weak and had to come leave shul. When I came back to my room, I found some Israeli buchor sleeping in my bed. I had left the door unlocked because I thought my roommate had asked to me leave it open for a friend who was staying with us. I woke up the Israeli guy and said I needed to lie down in my bed. He got up, mumbling something about someone telling him he could go upstairs and find a bed and that no one would mind. I told him he could sleep on the sofa chair in our room. I figured he must be feeling ill if he wasn't in davening, and he said he had a cold. I changed my pillow case after the yomtov but I still ended up catching a cold, which B"H only lasted a few days.
Sukkos is coming up tomorrow night. It's hard to believe I moved into the Yeshiva almost a year ago. This would be a good time to make a chesbon, what with it being the new year, and my birthday coming up, and all.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
At shul this morning, there was a guy standing next to me ranting in Hebrew. He got there around the same time I did, and was yelling at bochurim the whole time he was in talis and tefillin. At one point, I had to put my siddur down on the table to gather up my tzitzis, and he slammed my siddur shut and started pushing my arm when I tried to open it back up. I yelled "excuse me" at him in Hebrew a couple times, but just walked away when I realized I was going to get nowhere with him. At one point, I think the gabbai came over to calm him down because he was getting too rough with the Israeli bochurim. People were shushing the guy the whole time he was there, but he kept ignoring them.