you're keeping me silent...

there's no where for me to go...
i feel betrayed, stabbed in the back
humiliated,
angry
raw
sad
horrified
embarrassed
intimidated
awful
thank god for chocolate!!!!

maybe nov. will be a better month????

i thought i could trust ppl....
crush has betrayed me... i'm so mad...
ugh... what a fucking bitch...
i hate life right now...
and i hate facebook even more...
FUCK!

i almost forgot...the house mouse part III

as the holidays ended, bright and early morning, on wed. DW ran out into town and bought traps.. we set 2 in the kitchen...(post mouse attack, the cheese remained untouched... we, however, were not convinced that he was gone...)
one on the counter and one on the floor.
we tried to stay out of said kitchen, keep the warzone quiet...
after DW went to bed, MW and i were up watching some tv... when MW gets thirsty... i'm half passed out on the couch, when she comes in, big smile and says: i think we caught it! she yells up for DW, and i escort her to the prison...and there, on the counter, the giant metal box sits rambling and shaking...
i won`t go into details about what happened to the rat...just know that somewhere in the heart of kfar saba, lies an unmarked grave for a small grey rat...

the end...?

it's the 18th...

on may 24th, almost 5 months ago, i didn't sleep and went downtown at 4:30 am to stand in line for MADONNA tickets...
since then, i've been counting down...religiously, driving everyone around me nuts...

well folks, the day has finally arrived! it's the 18th... IT'S MADONNA TIME!
in about 1.5 hrs, i'm going on my way to the big city, to see my girl perform...
needless to say, i'm beyond excited, stoked and fully jazzed... i can't wait!

i just hope there's plenty of merchandise...i've got my eye set on a few things...

what will i do after this show?? i need a new countdown...

any suggestions??

the excited fanatic...

random quote:
i.. i can't even look at my own vagina!

the house mouse...part II

so i'm up in my room, watching the tin man, surfing the net (more specifically, doing the simpsons quizz... also, i'm dying to get the good german soundtrack...so good!)

it's dark and hot, i'm busy multi tasking, when there's a soft knock at my door.
DW:"i got him! he's in the kitchen! come on!"
i stumble around trying to get my docs on w/ the pant leg inside (should mickey decide to crawl up my leg and take me hostage... leverage against my dad...) and i scramble down stairs into the kitchen. before me is DW soaking wet, again w/ mop and spray in hand...
DW:"he's under the fridge!" i grab the mop, he takes the broom and off we were, on the hunt for a large mouse/rat...we bang on the fridge, on either side, when i see him! he's trying to escape.. but backs down... in a daring move, he darts across the floor and under the stove. this thing, is MASSIVE! a huge gray beast running for his life...
like zombies after brain, we zoom in on the stove area and start banging again... we move on to the next area where he might be, a nook between the furniture and the wall... we notice a small opening and something that resembles mouse shit...we both panic just a bit... we bring the poo like substance closer to us to further inspect, and determine, it's not poop... just old brown rice...a wave of relief...
DW then continues to spray like a madman, and comes to the conclusion that the mighty mouse is trapped under the drawers...he quickly mixes some plaster (or smthing akin to that) and seals the hole. deciding not the chance it, we close the window and spray the fuck out of said room... and in a last attempt to see if we have in fact caught that fucker, we put a piece of cheese on the floor as well...(the one in the living room was eaten by our dog, simba. side story: we thought we`d have the dog sleep in the kitchen and see if he could trap the mouse, but when i brought him down, he ate the cheese and ran upstairs...this caused added panic for DW, but i explained, and restored the semblance of calm...)
and now we wait...it`s gonna smell like the aftermath of the atom bomb there tomorrow...but we`ll deal we that come morning...
i'm watching the good german now... and then it's bedtime..

the house mouse...

today was a lazy day... i slept in, watched some tv, went out for froyo w/ some friends...it was a good day...
i chilled for a few hrs, went online, obsessed a bit about jessica lange, (speaking of which, i got frances! and two other flicks)...and then sat down to watch tin man w/ zooey deschannel!
suddenly from downstairs: "MW(aka my mom) A MOUSE! A MOUSE! HE RAN FROM HERE, TO HERE! A MOUSE!!!"
i ran out to see what all the commotion was about...
and there it was... DW (aka my dad) shirtless, sweating, w/ an earpiece dangling from his neck and intertwined w/ his necklace, in full hunter mode: mop in one hand, bug spray in the other, lunging from room to room seeking the cretin.
"it was a mouse! a rat! it was huge! it was this big! it ran from here, into here and out again!"
meanwhile, MW and i tried to reason w/ the rantings of a madman..
"DW, where would he come in from? we live on the 4th floor! w/ tiles!"
he didn't care to listen...
so off he was, tearing from room to room, rattling, shaking, moving, spraying and prodding w/ his mop...
my mother and i couldn't stop laughing... this upset and angered him even more...
he won't sleep tonight... he'll be up thinking, worrying, tossing and turning...ugh...i feel bad...but it is kinda funny...
we placed a small piece of cheese in the middle of the living room...
everyone pray it's still there come morning...

on a completely random note: i recently watched my new copy of frances, and HOLYSHIT! i love that movie... jessica lange's performance is just mind boggling...the way she embodies that character, the amount of pain and despair...the agony, the tragedy...breaks my chest cavity every time...there's another layer every time i watch it... i notice the subtle nuances, the complexity, the intricacy of the acting...i highly recommend every one see this... it's an oldie but a goodie!

relevant quote: Arresting Sergeant: Your name?
Frances Farmer: You jerks drag me down here in the middle of the night and you don't know who the hell I am?
Arresting Sergeant: Your name lady?
Frances Farmer: Frances Elena Farmer. Want me to spell it?
Arresting Sergeant: And your address?
Frances Farmer: Put me down as a vag, vagrant, vagabond. What is this, a joke? It's a joke? Assault and battery? Huh? I barely touched that bitch.
Arresting Sergeant: Occupation?
Frances Farmer: Cocksucker.