Sentimental, with naughty bits.

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Far ahead of all other songs at 78 times: First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes

Next closest is Comptine d'Un Autre Été off the Amelie soundtrack at 66.

Ever since I watched Glee, I cannot get this one song out of my head. It's a duet. From a show about a choir that sings contemprorary songs. You know that's riiiiiiiiiight up my alley.

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I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, the lure of TV is too powerful. Can't stop thinking about how this boy wants to date me and how I am not sure how to feel about this. I never thought of him like that. I never think about friends like that. This morning I forgot my phone under my pillow and wrote a math test. This pretty much describes the state of my day. Now: off to the post office and then for some Chinese food to make me feel better with the sweet buzz of MSG.

Russian continues to be a time of utter and complete domination on my part. Going to buy my book today. Creepy Alex is in my class. Is only bad thing about class. Next time, will get there early so I don't have to sit near him.

The really interesting class looks like it's going to be Issues in Microscience. It's all about implants and body modifications. Prof is rather funny. He joked about being a big nerd, which is good, because I can relate, used the word zesty to describe the wealth of material we are going to cover in the class, and told us that when the university made it mandatory to take an upper level science class, the first year of students were all really angry about it, so he started with lessons on breast implants and condoms. My kind of thinking.

Also, when I walked in, there was a tape playing of a knee replacement surgery, which was nauseating and also absolutely fascinating. I feel as though I would be a great scientist if I could put up with upper level math. *sigh*

Pre-calc, which I'm retaking, is going to be hell, but prof said that if you have perfect attendance, she will bump up your grade half a letter, and even pass you if you're a point or two away. I'm not too proud to say that I might need it. I just want to get that fucking F off my transcript.

I went to abnormal psych, but I'm not going to stay in it, I think. I thought it would be a bit different from the other psych classes I've been in, but it's not. The prof mumbles, and her note style is irritating.

One thing I will say is that the math/science types start class on time on time or even early. which I adore. I can't stand when the prof stands around as time ticks by.

I still have to go to philosophy, which I'm hoping will go allright, as I really don't want to have to scramble for another class like I am now with abnormal psych. The problem is that I tend to hate English and Psych, and can't really comprehend the hard sciences. Maybe I should just do languages.

I am so uber bored, killing time before my 12 o'clock class. Here I am, reading Oh no they didn't, which I would say is a guilty pleasure, but then, I don't feel guilty about much. I feel sort of bad though, that the other people around me in the Law Library are doing VERY SERIOUS WORK and I am browsing for new Star Trek Trailers and Robert Pattinson interviews. Not that bad, mind. Only a little bit.

Home on Friday night. Can't wait. Very excited. I miss my mommy and my BFF. Also, home cooked food. I'm starting to live on campus event pizza and M&Ms. It works out pretty well, because when you go to club meetings, they feed you. It's like a lure or something.

Star Trek movie! With Harold from Harold and Kumar! And Simon Pegg!! And hottie whathisface Kirk!!! My geeky joy runneth over.

Also, True Blood is kind awesome. Southern accents, not so much. But vampires and lots of sex and dryly funny dialogue by Alan Ball, aka, Six Feet Under creator, awesome!

Okay. So I think John Barrowman is kind of amazing, and have downloaded about five of his songs. Though I can't stand Torchwood. This is not a surprise. And it should not be. At all.

During a trip to India, my friend Jeff paid a boatman to row him out into the Ganges River for a little recreational cruise. When they got there, the boatman stopped and refused to move, let alone row him back to shore, unless Jeff forked over a surcharge. Don't let something like that happen to you in the coming week, Cancerian. Always have a well-planned arrangement, agreed on in advance, to come back from wherever you're brave enough to go. Be experimental, yes. Explore new territory, yes. Be willing to surrender some control, yes. But make sure you've got a return ticket.

I can't believe that it's only been a few days because it feels like forever by now. I've done so much in the past few days. I fucking hate the keyboard in this shitty hotel. Of course Taglit Israel would put us up in the shittiest hotel possible. I understand this. I am a Jew too. Israel is amazing. I like it here. It's very warm. I haven't been cold once. And it seems like everyone in Tel Aviv speaks Russian. It's a bit mind boggling. A few more days to go. I don't know half of my group's names. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAh.

I have to say that the new Dr.Who is sexy and funny and science-y enough to not need a spinoff. Torchwood doesn't begin to compare. The new season is promising to be amazing.

Now I just need to watch the season and a half that I missed. Oy.

I miss reading. Give me book recs?

The last thing I read was The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which, as per its title really was amazing, and epic in the best way.