I am Lazy

I haven't updated my blog in a week...

And I can't make any excuses, I mean...I was on vacation most of last week and today double geometry at the end of the day today was canceled so I got to go home at 1 o'clock instead of 2:45.

I admit it. I have been Lazy. With a capital L. And I already missed three quotes of the week. Harrumph.

Right then, time to get cracking. Triple QOTW, updates, and the like. It's actually kind of nice to make myself do work that I decide on.

My Windows

I love the window style here. It's a decorative grate, shutters, and a glass pane that opens and closes like a door.

In my room, there are two windows. One is slim and one is normal-size. The slim one is okay. But the normal-sized one has a loose frame.

Which means that when the wind blows, it shakes. And when it shakes, it makes noise. Now, with all the stormy and windy conditions here, the window is always shaking.

Last night I was trying to sleep. I would almost drift off and then -

BANG. The window shakes.

So today was spent in an annoying sleep-deprived state. I do not function all that well lacking sleep. And today was cold. Sigh.

One-Day Weekends

They're too short. It's not fair! You work and study six days and then it's finally the weekend...and, poof, it's gone. It's Saturday night and it feels like we barely had a break. Which we did - I mean, one day, you know. Of course, the schedule here is much less stressful so maybe we don't precisely need two-day weekends, but it sure would be nice.

On an up note, Purim vacation is less than two weeks away! Three days plus a Saturday of doing absolutely nothing! Hooray! And at the end of March Passover vacation starts. Those will be some awesome two weeks.

Faults

Yesterday, on the bus to Hamlet, we decided that theater class is where all the freaks are, all the psychos. I'm not sure if that's precisely true, but we do have some of the crazier people.

So we were trying to figure out what each of our psychological faults are.

"I'm hyperactive," said one boy.

"You're a drama queen," someone said to a girl.

"I'm hyperactive, I have concentration problems, and I am dyslexic," said another boy.

"And me?" I asked. "What's my psychological fault?"

"You?" they said. "You're American."

Well then.

Hamlet

 My theater class went to see Hamlet today.

It was at the Cameri Theater, which is one of the most famous theaters in the city. The theater in which the show was performed was really quite an interesting concept: it was not just a crowd and a stage; it was a crowd within a stage. The seats could spin all the way around, to enable you to see what was going on at all times. There was an aisle straight through the middle of the seating area and stages all around the room. They supported this idea with the notion that the audience is comprised of "the silent participants" and that this brings the crowd further into the production. Sometimes the actors would interact with us and even walk between the seats. One girl (incidentally another Shira) was sat on by Hamlet. There were huge fans of his in the crowd, who were all extremely jealous of her.

The production was a more modern rendition of the play; electronics and modern dress were part of the show. In one scene, Hamlet is wearing headphones, supposedly listening to something - but the headphones aren't plugged in to anything (this is just after he begins to go crazy), so he's just dancing to nothing.

I enjoyed it immensely; the acting was phenomenal, the monologues well-done. And there was comic relief. Always important.

You know what? Shakespeare really was quite brilliant.

The Terrible Storm

Now, I'm not going to say that there weren't high winds and lots of rain in most of the country, but some of it has been overplayed to my Bostonian mind.

There were three centimeters of snow! *gasp* I know! Three centimeters! Wow! Amazing!

Now, you must understand that I practically laughed aloud when I heard the radio announcers saying in very serious voices that there had been "a lot of snow" and they had shut down streets and things...for three centimeters. In Boston, we don't even have a late start for school if there is under, what, six inches of snow? And that's about fifteen centimeters. Five times as much.

So no, Israelis, this snow does not excite me. Last year our total snowfall accumulated into meters. Note the absence of the prefix.

Sick, Again

For the second time in three weeks, I am sick.

What does the world have against me?! It was nice to be well for a change. I suppose it was not to be.

Why the Hour Hand is Important

Today I woke up, looked at my watch. I thought it was seven thirty.

Then I started freaking out over the fact that I'd totally forgotten over my sort of large amount of grammar homework and rushed through it. By the time I was done, I thought it was 8:10. I took a rushed shower and packed up all my stuff, running back and forth between my room and the living room, finding everything. "I'm gonna be late," I moaned, noticing that it was now "8:30."

"It's seven thirty, isn't it?" my mom said. "I'm not making it up, am I?"

I looked at the clock. Seven thirty, staring me in the face. I had woken up at six thirty.

So, let this be a lesson to you all - look at the hour hand, it's just as important as the other one. Now I will proceed to go through my day on one less hour of sleep. We'll see how that goes.