Eat, sleep and party

Boots. It's the season of boots, and I am on the search for the perfect pair. The problem with actually knowing what you want is that it makes it somehow harder to find.

"Hello, boots store, yes I'd like a pair of boots in my size. No, I don't know what style. Not sure what color. Weather? What do you mean weather, it's like colder than Florida but warmer than Alaska..."

I'm looking for leather lace up combat boots, preferably with a side zipper, blue would be nice, they have to have a well-made sole, good reviews, decent price. I saw one I liked but they didn't have it in my size. Now I want them so badly.

Tishrei Guests. I never know how to treat someone elses guests. Should I be overly sweet and helpful, or open the door and then let them do their own thing?

Somehow they annoy me just being here, invading my space. Then I remember that they are a few thousand miles from home, that they barely speak English, that they probably just want some food, and maybe to lay down and sleep.

My brother was in town for a month. It was a pretty nice visit. I wonder if there are Israelis who roll their eyes when they see him and think, 'oy, those Americans, what are they doing here again?' I hope there are some people who are nice to him there.

Vacation. We like to party. We like, we like to party.

We actually don't like to party. 'We', as in me and my universe want to chill. I want to chill from work, I want to chill from school. I want to take a break and let my mind relax. It is kind of funny after having a 3 day yom tov, to feel this tired. But the only problem with having a 3 day yom tov is that no matter how much time you have to sleep, you never do, and when yom tov is over you are wishing that you were given those 3 days to do some work. And then you are back at work and you just want to sleep.

Hello world. My life is pretty boring these days. Every time I say that I don't do something because I'm lazy, my father says that I may be many things, but lazy I am not. I am working full time, and in school full time, and still manage to keep up with all the current tv shows.

Here's the thing, ladies and gents. I'm tired. But not tired as in, go to sleep early one night and you will wake up refreshed. Tired as in, I am on a not so pleasant ride at an amusement park, and I want it to stop but they won't let me off. So you keep going, and going, and wonder if it will ever stop.

I miss writing. Writing like, who cares what anyone thinks, I just had a crazy thought and I must get it down on paper. I miss being honest and unfiltered.

I just saw my niece today, and she was adorable as usual. My brother was watching her, and my sister-in-law was out. My niece was in her playpen, and I just wanted to hold her. So I picked her up, she squirmed out of my arms and started running around the apartment, squeeling, laughing, turning in circles, waving her arms, making noises. I laughed and laughed and said, what are you doing??

Babies have no cares. They don't know that they are acting crazy. Maybe if they knew they would tell us to let go and try it for once. Just throw your head back and laugh uninhibited. Let people stare at you like you are crazy.

There's a party going on down the block, and when I say party I mean an all night long, music blaring, dancing, cotton candy and kids with light up things in their mouths, crowded, noisy, block party for simchas baid hashuava. If you have never been to Crown Heights on Sukkos, then get over here. It goes on until 6 am. Literally.

I want to be there. But I am busy reading a book called 'Shaping of the modern world'. I hate history. We fought,. We won. Let's eat. I am not even registering any of the words. We will have a quiz tomorrow that I will fail, even though technically I read the chapter.

To eat? To sleep? To party?

To work work work your life away?

That is the question.