bouncy

i'm about to crash early, but i'm bouncing automatically to some wicked, yet ancient beats (milk incorporated - jesus loves the vache)

which reminds me - i bought deftones - white pony this evening ^_^

part one: waking up at 6am. then remembering where i needed to be, and going back to sleep until 8am. that was good.

i ran into our neighbourly girl (the one i wasn't too infatuated with a while ago), and we had a pleasant chat on the bus to the train station. there i met up with nystire, and we bussed to the university.

not quite as much of an academia feel to it as i would expect, but whatever. we found all the other soldiers and got to start the morning slowly (jewish time, always a tad slower than everyone else's).

the morning itself was good - the introductory speeches for birthright were good (at least one of them was fun), but my buttocks fell asleep very fast and after three hours sitting (i think it was three) i really needed the toilet.

we had a walk around the museum, which contains some really good work, and then nystire and i made our way to our old base.

i left the base around 5pm, spot got on at the stop by our place, and the two of us went to dizengoff center. we found a perfect gift, but it's slightly damaged so i had to pull a "customer's always right" schtick to get the woman behind the counter to make an effort and order another copy :S

we wasted some time in the comikaza, had coffee, and then took a walk to ibn gvirol to a chocolatier. that was dangerous, i was salivating immediately and couldn't stop with the pathetic deep breathing. i bought my commander NIS 50 of really good chocolate - i know it's good because i stole quite a bit of spot's.

thank you spot for not being a proper chocoholic ^_^

so a good tortilla and walk-off on the way home later, and we've watched some married with children and i've lamely attempted a few sit-ups: i'm so ashamed, my belly's becoming more pronounced and i'm incapable of getting enough strength together to do the most basic of exercises

*softly sobbing*

at least the watermelon's still good.