What to say...

I feel like a floater. Lol. I just looked up the definition of a floater, and this is what it says.

1. One that floats or is capable of floating.
2. One who wanders; a drifter.
3. Informal. a person who is continually changing his or her place of abode, employment, etc.

Yup, sounds like me. This one, not so much: 4. Australian. a meat pie served in a plate of gravy or pea soup.

Nope. Never felt the urge to be an Australian meatpie.

Walking through the park today, I felt so out of place. There were the kids, of course. So cute, with pudgy hands and cheeks. On the swings, and slides. Falling down, and laughing, and clapping.

There were the old people, sitting on benches, reading, enjoying the sun.

And then there was me, strolling along. No longer a teen ager, not yet an adult, I don't think I fit into any category. Hmmmm..

We have exams now. I don't feel bad saying that I'm not studying for them. (Ok, I feel a little bad, but I don't think I'll do anything about it.) Seriously, what can you do with a seminary diploma?

Inspiration. Something I don't have right now. Contimplation. 2 more weeks in Israel. Procrastination. Summer schedules to plan... Three excellent English words. If you are bored, look them up in the dictionary.

Job for next year. Decision making. I hate making decisions. Plus, you have to have options first in order to decide. Anyone know of any jobs?

On a brighter note: I made soup today. Yes, I know it's hot out, and soup is for winter. But when you are bored and have nothing better to do, (and learning sichos isn't exactly what I would call 'fun') then you go to the supermarket, buy some veggies, some peas, and barley, cook it up in a pot, and voila! Not only do you have a scrumptios supper, you also just killed a few hours of time. And now I have something to blog about.... cuz unlike TRS, (I hope I get commission for linking to your blog...) I can't pull up some old dvar Torah that I posted long ago, when I have nothing to write, cuz sadly, I never posted dvar Torahs, and I don't even have that many old posts to rerun.

On another note: for my b-day I took on the hachlata to say sefer hamitzvos. No, not Rambam, not shalosh perakim layom, or even perek echad layim, but sefer hamitzvos, the 'girly' version. (If you feel up to doing more, then go ahead, but as a girl I am thankful that we have less to say.)

And would you believe that the day I took it on, I opened up the dvar malchus, and....yup, for those who recall, it was like 7-10 pages long!!!! I laughed, and said, thanks, G-d. The jokes on me. Then I said it anyway.

Today I REALLY didn't want to say sefer hamitzvos. It's not too long, like a page and a half, but you know, tired, lazy. But I made the hachlata, so I decided to keep it. Yes, dear readers, I said my sefer hamitzvos today. I should get a ribbon. (Did you say it? If not, GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND GO SAY IT!) Now, does anyone know the reason why we say it altogether? I'd be interested in knowing.

I'm going to Chevron for shabbos. You should be happy for me, not jealous. Don't worry, I'll have all of you in mind.

Now I can succesfully say that I wrote a post about absolutyly nothing. Something I despise. Oh well. Happy reading!

And for those of you who are online, bored, and have no life (most of you out there. No offense, I would be too if I wasn't in sem, and didn't have restraints about the computer) check out this video: it makes me laugh every time. But beware, it might be what you call 'shtus'.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D0555EtAZ4

Yay! Another post. I'm trying to get to 100 before I leave Israel, think I'm only up to 87. Give me some ideas...

p.s. the cat, just found it cute. And for those that know, Israel is swamped with cats. I pass tons every day on my way to school. They stare at me with their beady eyes. And I stare right back, and say, didn't yo mama teach you not to stare? (Ya, I talk to cats.)