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[18 Sep 2003|11:29pm] I went to a progressive dinner tonight, that is, we went from the Lutheran center to the Islamic center to a Catholic center and to another Lutheran center.. I felt really out of place a lot of the time and really out of place at the Islamic center. I had a Quran shoved in my general direction and now it's on my shelf. Michael suggested reading it just for a laugh, to be shocked by what some people believe. He read the book of Mormon for comic relief. My ex boyfriend, the fuckwit one, called and emailed trying to make me feel bad. It worked for a while, and it still somewhat worries me, but the bastard doesn't deserve a response. I'm all excited about tomorrow. I am going to Elaine's tomorrow for Shabbos and sleeping over. let's hear it for non-institutional sleeping arrangements. I love fridays nowadays. I really do. It's like YAY FRIDAY........... is it here yet? FRIDAY!!!!!!!! Like I have seriously gained a lot of joy from these things. It's awesome... I was invited to a leadership thing at Hillel at sunday and later on sunday is the women's group thing.. so I will just be there... ALL DAY.. anyway.. wow I am tired and have psych studying to do. yawn. post comment

[15 Sep 2003|07:41pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | Subliminal - Old School ] I have a job! I am working at the Hopital Albert Schweitzer. Well, where I am working isn't actually a hospital, just the fund raising branch of the hospital. I am an "Administrative Assistant," read: secretary. They hired me on the spot. It was pretty cool. It isn't hard to get there from campus either. I'm going to pray at tree of life just out of conveinence tomorrow morning before work.. It'd be hard to walk back all the way from PZ or whatever. I talked to Michael for a while today. Last night he called me at 1.40am. ARGH. Silly boys, I got up and tried in vain to find my telephone. In the morning I had voice mail though which made me very happy. He talked about what he wants in the future, in his life. Serving in the military and finishing school, getting married. It's weird, this growing up bit. I am scared by my friends talking about wanting to be married. It happens though. I only get paid once a month :-X on the 10th. My tuition bill is automatically taken from my bank account sooooooooooo. I might call my mom and make her put in like 100 dollars so I'm covered.. but it should be okay. I'm hyper and should probably finish my homework yet no. I'm gonna go run around the house now. BYE. 2 comments|post comment

[13 Sep 2003|10:54pm] Shabbat was awesome. I went to orthodox services, Shua led. I felt a little awkward with my lack of Hebrew but it was okay. Afterwards we (Jen, Shua, and I) went to Chabad house. It was the first time I'd ever been there. I met Shua's wife, Shoshana. The house was absolutely packed. It took like 15 minutes to find a place to sit. It felt so much like home. It tasted like my mother's food. We talked about a number of things like Fish not being served with meat, Pharoah's heart being hardened by G-d, whether Jews who grew up not so religious or as a reform or conservative Jew had to convert to be Orthodox. It was interesting. Shoshana & Shua have the cutest son. Today I think G-d was looking out for me. I was walking down Shady Ave. and apparently had wrong directions to Lubavitch yeshiva, where I was headed, for services. So there was an Orthodox couple and I asked them where Wightman was. They said I could walk with them and it ends up they are Shoshana's Aunt and Uncle!! They were untypically late today or else I wouldn't have run into them. It's awesome. I ended up going to PZ with them and having lunch with them. A bunch of people at shul wanted my info and to feed me in coming weeks. I am a hot commodity. The couple that fed me were very kind. They want me to goto Shaare Torah as they apparently have a younger crowd. I saw Dan last night. I went to the Pitt dorms with him. I also got to see my good friend from high school Carl. That was so great. I walked into the lounge and just screamed at him. It took him a minute to realize it was me. haha. "What?... OH MY G-D! BETH!" I went to Friday Night Improv with Dan. He was actually part of the last skit and was funny. FNI was awesome really. I want to go again. but I am effin hungry. . and there are LuLu's noodles upstairs.......... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... BYE! post comment

[12 Sep 2003|07:46am] Last night I wept. Many times. Ben Blutstein was a man killed in the Hebrew University @ Jerusalem cafeteria bombing on the 2nd of August, 2002. I knew his mom only in passing but when you have someone weeping about their son who has just died on your shoulder the relationship seems quite intimate. I was at a screening of "Relentless: The Struggle for Peace in Israel" by Honest Reporting and Ben Blutstein became a statistic, a number. It is so dehumanizing and degrading, it tears me apart. There have been over 16,000 terror attack in Israel in not even a decade. Arab Palestinians hold up human entrails and vow to murder every Jew in every nation. Little children not 7 years of age speak of seeing their lives as a path towards death in martyrdom and say they wish to hasten their journey down this path. I am shocked by the fact that I share DNA with these individuals, that we are the same species. I don't understand how hate could do that much to the psyche of anyone. So I came home and I cried more. Kate was walking around campus with a candle for those who died on Sept. 11. Just think if Israel stopped every day they had a terrorist attack. They would never do anything again. I also talked to Jen, but not losing a sense of humor in the midst of bawling my eyes out I said "But it's all good, tomorrow is Tex-Mex night at Hillel!" Tears spiked with laughter. It's 8am and I have already written a 3 page paper. Last night I went for apricot chicken at the suggestion of a very kind orthodox woman. She also suggested Shaare Torah congregation because the Rabbi is cute and feds hungry students which I am. I can almost get by on all the meals I have in the community- breakfast after davening, dinner at Hillel, lunch after prayer on Shabbat, I just don't get to decide what I eat.. Don't forget, next week is Sushi with Jewshi and Pizza and Parsha. post comment

[11 Sep 2003|09:56am] This morning was interesting. I wanted Kate to go pray with me but their door was locked and apparently she was still asleep. I went alone. I was going to give up and go home because as usual I was confused. Maybe I am late, maybe this, maybe that. I saw a woman in a denim skirt and flip-flops and followed her in. Thankfully their prayer books are transliterated and prayers are partially in English. Enough that I may get by without feeling or seeming absolutely clueless. This is a good thing. In flip flops and a denim skirt I sat in the last row and prayer. I was asked whether I was a mourner, no, good you are too young, the man told me. A fellow late coming back seat sitter was a man, maybe 10 years or so older than I, who read the parshat ki tavo. It was a funny thing to hear for me today, it was a reminder of being G-d's people and that I have chosen G-d.. Enough to get out of bed at 6am, get dressed, walk to synagogue, alone. Choosing him with those actions. A continual choice. Also, the account tells of Moses giving a long account of what will happen if one, If I, abandon G-d's commandments. It was very interesting, it spoke to me personally. I was supposed to go this morning. It ends with Moses saying that the people have now, I have now, received a heart to know, eyes to see and ears to hear... I was dragged downstairs for breakfast, I was told not to pitch in the three dollars that is typically pitched in my everyone Thursday morning apparently, that instead I was a guest. The Rabbi came to talk to me. He took me up to his office and kind of took me aside. He gave me a family service ticket for the high holidays and said since I have no where to go for the holidays that he will check his schedule and will see if I can come to his home for dinner with his wife and little girl. In other news Aaron emailed, it's tex-mex tomorrow. Ahh. Why can't we just go back to the normal dinner? I liked that.. Afterwards I came home and sat down by the pond and fed the ducks. There was talk about the 11th and such. I don't know how I feel about all of this, I really don't. It's hard to say. It's hard to know what to feel or whether I am feeling anything at all. It's tragic, like many things we've encountered.. I don't like my 2 o'clock class. I just want to sleep through it. Stupid art. Stupid museums. Stupid me for signing up. I need to have my add/drop form signed by a teacher and hand it in before tomorrow or I will be stuck in another bad art class. Ew. It's nap time. post comment

all we need is love [10 Sep 2003|10:24pm] man! it has been ages. I've been living here for what, three weeks? Something crazy like that. I love it here. I love everything about it here. I love the trees, the cars and the squirrels. I love the bagels fresh in the morning, I love the kids I see every morning walking to school and I love getting up at the crack of dawn to go pray which is totally not like me. I've met a girl who is a gift from G-d to me, I feel like this at least. She can relate to me, we're in the same boat. Besides this, we say we have to meet someone a bit worse off than ourselves to realize how good we have it. Kate has health problems, fibromyalgia, I took her to the hospital the other day and I realize I love her like a sister or even more. Honest to G-d, she is a gift. She doesn't know Hebrew so we can mumble along together. I am so happy I met her. She shouldn't have been born, like me. I am here and it is crazy. I want to volunteer for everyone and fix the entire world. In fact my grandmother emailed me via my aunt to tell me to fix the world. Tikkun Olam, anyone? She suggests curing alzheimer's. I'll do what I can. Who wants me for $220 a year? I need to find a nonprofit to work 314 hours for. I really want to work at Hillel. Hillel is like my new home. They have pool, dinner, services, and ice cream. Oh, and Dan Marcus, the huge British Jew.. I found an almost new MAC compact today. Joy! Tomorrow morning is September 11th in case you didn't know. There's a sit in on Chatham's quad. "Nothing but violence does violence beget, honor our dead, our lost souls, in peace that no more must die and no more must we cry." Woodland Rd, Pittsburgh, PA 15232 (Entrance across from Tree of Life synagogue and on Fifth avenue) I'm happy, by the way. post comment

[24 Aug 2003|01:11pm] okay, here I am. What the heck? I have all this crap to be doing but I am updating this. This being perhaps my last home entry ever. Well, that's a little dramatic, I will probably be back a few times, vacations and all. Summer though will drag me away.. or so I hope. I really need to work my butt off to get the things accomplished that I've been thinking about. It isn't going to be easy, read: it's going to take action and me learning not to procrastinate. It's going to take a while, it's going to be a big change, but it's a commitment I need to make, to be true to myself and my beliefs. All this probably sounds very cryptic but it will all be made apparent eventually. A lot of things were said last night. It's funny. What I thought about, looking at it now seems like yep, this is just what I need to do. Be honest, with myself, with the world, and do my part. It's within reach now. But more immediately, here's the deal. Watch Rocco's tonight because Rocco is my hero. kind of. Pack because I won't be back here but to sleep. Get a physical for school. Buy a phone. Open a bank account. Find a shul. (I'm thinking the one three steps off campus looks great...) post comment

[21 Aug 2003|11:03pm] here be da dish fo ma girl dippy I cheated. That's right, I am a big fat cheater. I lied, I told my oldest most best friend I was single. I haven't seen him in a billion trillion years and gee dee man he got buff. Like, I wouldn't want to be in a dark alley with him.. well, that is if I didn't know him. Part of this is that I became legal so to speak earlier this month. Snowball effect went quick. A nice Jewish boy who owns an apartment in Jerusalem, goes to school in NYC and has a mom who talks to me on the phone. Yeah, his Mom rocks. So does he. I always had a crush on him but he mentioned the fact I am no longer jailbait. Ahem. I talk, my mouth always gets me in trouble, and he took me seriously and some things happened, some flesh was nipped, and I'll spare you the graphic details. You gotta pay for that version. There is spanking, speak of a chuppah, a vacation, some dirty sex and who am I to say no? and to a guy with 5 years on me and a calista flockhart? No, ma'am, not I. Sigh.. 2 comments|post comment

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