Sunday, September 08, 2002
17!!
Temple today was, shall we say, exciting. The same guy who collapsed at Yom Kippur last year collapsed this year. Much ruckus. Of course, half the congregation are doctors, so it's not as though he was without medical attention. The paramedics had to be called, and they wheeled him out, and eventually order was restored. Eventually.
The shofar today was blown by the temple president. It was, without a doubt, the worst shofar blowing I have ever heard. I mean, jeez, I know it's hard and all, but usually we have someone pretty good up there. This guy was just pathetic. He especially choked on the teruahs. There were whole long sections where there was no horn sound at all, just all these pathetic little blowing noises. There were people laughing out loud. It was very, very sad.
At least he managed to have a sense of humor about it. At the start of his little speech afterwards, he said "Well, now you all see why I didn't get that scholarship from Berkley". People laughed, and felt a little less bad for laughing at him before, while he was actually attempting to sound the damn thing.
I got to leave early to watch the football game, as I told you I would. The Lions lost, of course... there were some plays in there that were almost unspeakably bad... at one point the Lions were receiving a kick-off, and one of them was offsides. Offsides. On a kick-off return. He went the wrong way, see. It was sad. Sad, sad, sad.
Sing in the trees, dance in the fields.
I got some great stuff for the old b'day! Leslie sent me catnip, which I am very excited to begin cultivating. I got 4 new CDs... the old Sheila Divine one, the new Moby one, 30 Seconds to Mars, and the Run Lola Run soundtrack. All seem quite glorious, and since I got 4 at once I won't get sick of them quickly at all.
I still have not gotten sick of the Tinstar CD. Awesomeness incarnate.
Damn math homework. Damn it straight to it's own personal little Hell. I mean, really, who assigns math homework over a major Jewish holiday? Evil people, that's who.
It's supposed to be incredibly hot out tomorrow. I really do not relish that thought. You know my opinion of heat. It's right up there with small children. I hate the heat. It's going to be miserable in school tomorrow. I may have to refuse to learn, because of the heat. Also because tomorrow is a double lab, and I don't like those. They make me irritable. The heat makes me angry. My classmates tomorrow had better watch out, 'cause I'm gonna be in a meeeeeaaaaann mood!
Why can't it just be winter already?? I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record on that one, but it's really starting to piss. me. off. I deserve a little cold weather here. I've suffered enough. Let there be snow, I say, and I shall be happy again.
Catdamned math homework. Gotta go deal with it before it sneaks out of my room, wraps itself around my neck, and administers a final, killing paper cut. I will go kill it now by finishing it. I will pull it's diabolical fangs.
Die, math homework! Die!
10:49 PM
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