I Don't Care What Tom Cruise Says, This is an Extra Zoloft Kinda Day

In order for me to write about something, it obviously has to be worth the effort. Yeah, today was it. Woke up this morning at 10:41 A.M. with my alarm in the on position. Well, interesting thing is, my alarm was set to go off at 7:45 A.M., which according to my roommate, did happen. I managed to sleep through it by 3 hours, therefore missing work, so I now have to go to Weight Watchers tonight, and go to work tomorrow. When I did wake up and run to the shower, I looked in the mirror and had those funny lines all over my face from rolling around on my pillow all night. I had some crazy-weird dreams about people I knew in elementary school who I haven't seen since, etc.

So that was part I. Part II actually began at 3:00 P.M. yesterday when I had bought a $10 phone card to call Ron. Called him about 6 times until it was about midnight their time (about 5 P.M. here), and then gave up cause I couldn't get through. Because I had woken up late today, I decided to try calling him again, which got me through. Talked for 18 minutes and 17 seconds exactly, about stuff I had already known (Liron had told me about 3 months ago), and he proceeds to suggest to me that I not make aliyah. Well, that struck a nerve. After that I basically said my goodbyes and hit the hang up button.

Yeah, so the asshole says that I should not make aliyah until I am 100% sure that it would be right for me. No shit SHERLOCK! I have to obviously finish school, do the M.A. program (G-d willing), and then, and only then will I fill out the paperwork to make the final move. It's official and on the record: I am officially OVER this asswipe.