The system failed miserably, I have tried to stick to shorter, yet more updated posts, but as you can see, its two weeks later and only now I found the long missing muse. However, let’s not let this discourage us, do stick with me dear friends, and allow me to indulge you some more with my quest in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

First allow me to say that I’m definitely getting too old for this crap. Going out 4 or 5 nights in a row is not as easy as it was in high school (did we even do that in high school?!), but I’m doing my best, and some day this effort will pay off. Maybe not in the near future, since I begin to develop early stage of alcoholism and a never ending cold, but one day it will pay off.

So, prom: I had a wonderful dress, slutty boots, little black purse and I did something weird with my hair. Dressed to kill. And then I arrive and it turns out that everybody look good (!) so nothing left but to drown my sorrow in a lot of cocktails. Mmmm, those apple martinis with the cherry at the bottom of the glass, soaked with alcohol… I could drink them forever… Thank God I had all kinds of guys bringing me the drinks (the line to the bar was very long). So the prom was very good, I still haven’t talked to any Americans, but I no longer care, the foreign students are much more fun. J

Great success (go and see Borat! Now!!) with the Polish guys — I think that it has something to do with the inferiority complex they have with the Russian people, and maybe it’s a sick way of getting their confidence back by winning a Russian girl. Or maybe it’s just because I’m so darn charming (especially when drunk).In the end, the party was over too soon, like all the parties in Philly, and around 2 my lame prom date took me home (that was his only role…) As a revenge I have dragged him with me on the next day all the way to fucking Baltimore, to listed to wonderful Regina. Oh my God, that was a great concert! If you haven’t still fallen in love with her, you obviously haven’t listened to the songs. She was the single most charming creature in the world! Her voice is enchanting, and she is so sweet… Amazing. It has been a while since I was so excited by music; I actually had tears in my eyes when she sang Après Moi. Check out the picture of the line; this is unbelievable, in no place in Israel a line like this could ever exist, it must be a parallel universe, and don’t get the picture wrong, the line goes around two more blocks, it’s fucking 5 degrees and fucking Baltimore…

The following week was also very nice, it was thanksgiving, and the university pub was rather empty since all the kiddies went to mommy and daddy home for thanksgiving, the beers were cheap and the bartenders sad and gloomy. Great times. I went to a thanksgiving dinner with some friends– humus for appetizers, turkey for main course, pumpkin pies and the whole nine yards for desert and lots ant lots of Israeli wine (it was at a Jewish guy’s place, so, all kosher). Everything was super tasty; my thanksgiving resolution is to start cooking (laugh all you wish, but c’mon! how hard can it possibly be? It’s all a matter of finding the right incentive. So is it that my thanksgiving resolution is actually to find someone I would like to cook for? Is it harder then just start cooking? I’m too confused now…). The rest of the weekend I just spent drinking, with various people in various places. As I have mentioned, early stage alcoholism. Very sad… and the girl had such a bright future… I’m sick again, and that’s the third time in two month, it seems that I can’t quite grasp the concept that outside it 5 degrees, and if I step out of a club after dancing and sweating and what not, I should better put my coat on. Let’s hope that I will learn it eventually, I’m running out of nose drops and friends’ sympathy.

I got my first American grade, it’s for a paper on Human Rights and National Security, and I got an A-, given the fact that there were no A+, I’m in a good place (especially for a little immigrant child in an single parent family, to get an A in an Ivy league school…) Like a good, and optimistic friend told me, “you can’t take the A out of the A-.” Ok, enough excuses, it’s a good grade and let’s just pray that the finals will go as smoothly. What else can I tell you, dear friends, about my struggle with Americanization? Ah, Xmas time is near and it means a few things: it’s fucking cold (still), there are Christmas trees and decorations on the streets, and sales in the shops!! Very nice… (Go see Borat, seriously, leave everything and go see it). A few days ago I went to the art museum (the one with the Rocky steps) and Rodin museum, had a very nice cultural afternoon, dragged a poor fellow with me, apparently my charming company compensates for hours of looking at some art that I find nice… Took some great pictures from Rodin’s museum and had Chinese for lunch.

The week goes by smoothly, between lessons and meek attempts to catch up with my readings. And then the weekend comes again… This weekend started with a party, the party was yesterday, now it’s 21.00 in the evening and I’m still struggling to recover. Sooo drunk… But I had a short skirt, sexy boots, a lot of fans, danced with a black guy, fell down, and now I have a bump on my forehead. How silly can one get? Apparently a lot… Let us all hope that it will help me get it all out of my system and when I come back, I’ll be finally ready to settle down and lead a quiet boring life, without black guys and vodka-cranberry. Well, the exams are coming up, time to panic, time to study all day long, muy kef.That’s it for now…

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Muchos besos…