I’m losing my crowd, I can sense it. The problem is that I fell the need to write nice and funny posts that require more then one second, but for that I must have a muse, and you know how these chicks are, very unpredictable. Therefore, I’m willing to suffer for my art. I prefer quality to popularity. I hope that the ones who stay my dedicated readers, will do the same (word of advice, the “Goodbye Lenin” ost, that accompanies my humble attempts to indulge you, might to well to the reading process as well).

Allow me to start with some sad news (and I do hope my Mom wouldn’t try to read the blog again, at the first attempt she called me and said that she didn’t understand much, but she did get that part when I’m saving on food to buy boots. Naturally she was very worried. So, Mom, this part is not for you. And yes, I might have decored my body in my early twenties). I went to the dentist today and he was kind enough to surgically remove my wisdom tooth (the one that Fima didn’t take out, and is going to be sued for like there’s no tomorrow). You see my dear friends, I get so smart here that my wisdom tooth gets inflated. So no more smart stuff for me. Just ice cream, penicillin and a world of pain from a nice little Korean doctor. I hate him. And want to die in general. And have 3 stitches. And was in bed all day, not studying. My new friend Daniella came back from her Mom’s coronation and even required upon my health. Very kind of her.

But enough about that, let me tell you about the fun I’m having. In reverse chronological order: Yesterday I went to a road trip to the Amish countryside, they were very friendly and dressed funny. The name of their village is Intercourse (you can’t even imagine the amount of silly jokes we came up with. And it still goes on). The Amish are very nice and willing to sell their unique lifestyle to the higher bidder (or to any tourist that comes to town). I got a souvenir key chain that says “I heart Intercourse”. Amazing.
On Saturday we (and by that I mean me, Daniel the German, Ernesto the Colombian, David the Spanish, Jose from Dominican Republic and Ana-Lucia from Panama) went to Atlantic city. Another nice road trip with the guys. Who would have thought that Atlantic City is such a crappy place?! I bet you all are saying that “well, yeah, Vegas is the real thing, this is just a pitiful copy” but I’m sure that Vegas is the same shit, only bigger. The stench of ripoff was surrounding us. I lost 10 bucks at the Taj-Mahal (Trump) casino, and felt that i got out cheap. But the stench didn’t let go. Crappy city. Even the beach was so so (although it is an ocean… respect…).

Andrey-if you are reading this, I’m not being whiny, it’s just a healthy criticism. Before that I was whiny but I had my tooth extracted, so I have a good reason.

Speaking of criticism, since I’m only hanging out with my European (and South American) pudding, I must say that the American have seldom managed to win my appreciation. And they still are stupid, over-patriotic and self-righteous. But what do you know, maybe the Michael is yet to come. My writing instructor in school is Canadian, and they, I think, are better. At least in some aspects…

On Friday I was invited to a lovely dinner of caserol and wine (pictures are to come soon) with some people. After the dinner I refused to join them for a “back-to-school” party or one must say that a more appropriate name would be the “let’s-dress-all-the-girls-as-catholic school-girls-and-get-really-drunk”. I officially can declare that my catholic school girl period is over (for those of you who remember, that is, Noam, but he isn’t reading). Sad? Who knows. This whole growing up thing is pretty sad, but then again, it gives you a more complete feeling (and wisdom tooth). Or maybe not.

But I did go to a party the week before that, and that was a cool one, in an amazing house in the old city, crowded rooms, wooden floor, cigarette smoke, goodwine, handsome men… The whole deal. Got drunk, danced, took a taxy home. nice.

I think it’s enough for today. I also had a very strange dinner with a Jewish girl from law school who didn’t stop talking about dead babies in jars and Lindsy lohan’s vagina (as seen here… http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/pictures/20060906/lohan%20venice00/llven2.html  it’s ok, you can go and check, go on… I would tell). But I think I can skip this story or just save it for next time). And also went for a beer with an Irish guy and had him saying funny things in Irish and Scottish accents.

As you can see, my adventures in the big city continue. Next week is babysitting Chip and Rosh-ha-shana. Until then, God bless us all.

P.S. What to do with all the pennies? And how how to keep my readers loyal? Maybe something with Guantanamo bay? The big book of caves showing his signs again…

Hello everybody, I hope you all are nice and warm in that holy land of yours.

I have moved to the dorms a few days ago. It’s a huge building with lots of little Asian people coming and going all the time. I have a nice room, all to myself, it’s a bit empty but I do feel silly to put money into it if it’s only for four month. And everything is super expensive, I feel like I spend a small fortune every day. That’s why I try not to eat to much, you know, so I can buy some nice boots when winter comes. I have a nice bathmate (we like share the same bathroom), she’s Chinese, and after some feeble attempts from my side to pronounce her name, she just told me to call her Victoria. Which I did. She on the other hand really put her heart into her room, with a refrigerator, and a TV and a microwave and even a little cooking thingy. And she cooks for herself, while I sit in my empty room and starve. And then I go outside to smoke, alone, in the cold.

But that’s life I figure. Some people can cook and the others have blond hair… What to do.

Yesterday I had my first class, it was Telecommunications and it was really good, the subject is interesting (at least to me) and the professor is nice and cool. And today I had another cool course, in which I actually participated in class. The professor asked me my name and then said out loud “So, what’s Ms. Simsky is telling us is…” and that was rather cool. Not many people refer to me as Ms. Simsky. That would be a good place to say a few words about the Socratic method: The thing is that you are actually supposed to read all the material to each class you have, the professor has a list of all the students and he picks a name and asks Mr. Whatshisname about the reading for the class. It’s as scary as hell. So I figure if the professor notices me from day one, he’ll ask me less. A fool’s hope of course, but better then no hope.

Daniela Beinish is in my class, she is very nice, we’ll see how long will it take me to turn her into my best friend. With my social skills it might take some time. But at least she’s polite. To all of you who wonder who the fuck she is, you can just Google it and then try and realise the importance of vitamin P in the overwhelmed lawyer market in Israel.

I went to some siteseing, a tour in the city hall, the Liberty bell (which is still a mystery to me), the first supreme court in the country (just a room, with some tables) and the something of the constitution. It’s nice. Still have the old city to go to, and of course China town, which is always cool.

Today, me, Michal and some other guy had a lunch with the Dean (no less), he was very nice, I told him about myself, he payed for the food, great deal. We should have more of these…

So this is it, so far. The room is a bit cold, the evenings are a bit lonely. The days are good and I have tuns of reading to do. Ah, and there is a phone line in my room, to those of you who can’t stand the separation, it’s:(code of US) 215-417-6036. Sometimes I’m in my room so it might actualy work.