In Slippers

In the last post which was in another era, I said I was too happy and too busy to blog. Well, that ended now, and I hope I did not lose my miniscule readership for that short spell of happiness.
In the time that passed between the last post and now I learned a thing or two about the importance of designer dresses, and the type of men I want to date.

I think it is inappropriate to spill all the last guy's flaws in the open, because, he was really nice. Just not the right guy for me.

Otherwise, nothing much happened. The third semester ends in two weeks and then "exam break" starts. It looks like I will be working hard until Rosh Hashana.

I keep dreaming about packing my bags and go on a weekend mini-break to Paris, but I guess I'll never gather up the courage to actually do that.

The thing that really annoys me about the current breakup, is that it feels almost routine, to do the "breakup talk", eat half the tube of B&J ice cream, feel bad about it, eat salad for a week, cry a bit, listen to sad songs/angry rock songs, contamplate a shopping spree, get enough satisfaction from a window shopping or plain grocery shopping, go out with friends and maybe find "him", and start the whole dating ritual and then the breakup routine again.
I am sure this is despait talking from my throat and not long from now I will fall again for some guy I will think he is my knight in shiny armour, and I hope he really will be.

"Too Happy, Too Busy"

Wow, I did not realise I did not log for nearly a month. Probably my two readers left me completely and I can write total nonesense and no one will ever know.

I was too busy to write, I missed my Blog's second anniversary! I'm a bad blog-owner.

Anyway, uni started again, and as opposed to what is usually regarded (especially in the States) as "Spring Break", mine was filled with tests and papers, which I still write. Uni started again and I love it. I have two new subjects, one I really like, Modern Muslim Philosophy, and another I hope I will grow to like.

I also have a new guy I date. So far he seems issue-free. But like Stalin, I think that those who seem the most issue-free are actaully those who possess the greatest personal problems. I hope I am wrong, I am rather fond of him.

I am considering to turn the blog into a weekly column about current affairs, as my life is totally boring. No one wants to hear about how happy you are. What do you think?

Busy Bee

I am aware that the dear blog suffered lately. But I have excueses. Exam period started (and finished today) and I was studying hard. Apparently my studying was worth my while, since I was just informed I received 95 in my globalization of world politics class.

I also managed to lay a few ghosts, and acquire a new one. B, remember the boy I told you about? Well, he was not as issue-free as I told you. I hope for a better luck next time (not necessarily with him).

Pub Science

A devoted reader of this blog suggested I cut down on the drama in my life - a sound advice. The problem is that drama is an essential part of life, especially in a restless place like Israel.

Measles
The HU was thrown into a petty panic attack this week because a student was diagnosed with measles, and all those who studied with him were sent to the doctor. It was rather funny - in Israel all children born after 1977 received injections for measles, but nevertheless, this week, every student with a common cold from the IR department was seen as the next measles case.

Between San'a and Damascus
The Arab world has seen this week to quite exciting developments. The first is the Yemenite Initiative for inter-Palestinian dialogue. I am sure both sides want to end the division between the WB and Gaza, but they want to finish it when their group has the upper hand. Therefore Hamas conducts separate meetings with Egypt regarding re-opening of the Rafah crossing and a possible "calming" with Israel. If Hamas is successful, it either will not need the Yemenite Initiative, and hence the demand to "discuss" the implementation of the Initiative, a way to buy time and gain bargaining chips in the dialogue with Fatah. In this state of affairs, it is very clear why Fatah demands immediate impelmentation of the Initiative and/or conditions its implementation on immediate withdrawal of Hamas from the Gaza strip.

Meanwhile in Damascus, the Arab Summit is not such a great success. The prolonged political vacuum in Lebanon led it to boycott the Summit. This boycott led Egypt and Saudi Arabia to send ministers instead their heads of states. This protest is directed against Syria which is seen as the source of the Lebanese vacuum - its opposition to Sleiman seems to prolong the strife between the two large groups in Lebanon (the coalition and the opposition) and bringing these groups to the verge of a civil war. Thus Lebanon tries to distance itself from the Arab world for a while, trying to compose itself and solve its own problems.

I must say the Amro Moussa, the secretary general of the Arab League, has a lovely smile.

The Cure
On Purim, which was sadly very sober, I met the Ex. Most would say this is a very bad policy, but it proved that this whimsical behaviour was exactly the thing I needed - he tried to kiss me and I said no.

A Bucket of Self-Pity

The greatest disadvantage of friends in drama school is that they see into you and realise things before you do. My friend Shai over the last couple of months identified all kinds of trends and things I am going through, even before I realised that. Tonight he asked me where all my energy is going. When I said I do not know, he suggested it all goes to self pity. He is so right, but, like the song (sort of), if it feels so right, why does it feel so wrong?

The Letting Go

I have identified my problem, but this does not mean I am any way closer to solving it. My problem is that I cannot let go. Or, better phrased, I do not want to let go. "There are more fish in the sea" "bigger and better busses" and all that s**t does not console me and/or give me hope. Instead I prefer to close myself in my little bubble, listen to the CD I gave him a few years ago and develop a nervous tick in my left eye because life is not a movie - you do not have a good wallowing period (not that I ever allowed myself), go out with your friends, bat your eyelashes twice in the direction of the nearest cutest guy and voila! you've got yourself a rebound. Maybe life as a spinster is not so bad. I'd be able to write a book or two instead of the children I may have had, have two or three dogs and eat cereal for dinner.

Linner

Linner, is a really late lunch or a very early dinner. And I think I am much more Sex and the City neurosis rather than Gilmore Girls cheer. The point? Don't know. I am restless. I want to do a gazillion things and I want to bury myself under the duvet at the same time. The Mythological Ex's and mine six years anniversary crops up and though I am sure he does not remember it, I do, and I do not know what to do with myself. Also, he is supposed to be released from his military service around that time. Gosh, why does it have to be so complicated?