So last night I got yelled at by BOTH of my parents for about a half hour telling me that I need to switch my major so I can get money and they were saying that I don’t need an associate’s in psych because it’s useless so I should just get it in something else anyway. So that REALLY pissed me off. I know you’re supposed to honour thy mother and thy father, but if GOD wants me to be a psych major, obviously, I am going to listen to God. So, instead of listening to my parents, I went to the financial aid office to see if my financial aid went through, instead of just assuming that it DIDN”T and having to change my major. It turns out, I was approved for $2,000 and I only need $754. Not only that, but the lady yesterday was insane cuz I get $600 for books and I need less than $400. And, according to Brittany, they give you the leftover money to do whatever you want with it. HALLELUJAH! AMEN! YEAHBO!
I forgot to mention that I saw Jen Bauer yesterday. She said hi to me and it took me a second to realise who she was, cuz I haven’t seen her in like three years. So I talked to her for a few minutes. I have seen a lot of people yesterday and today, including Sayre, Edgar, Maggie Eisenbarth, Sarah Kniskern, and Justin and Shawna. I also saw Mr Bagelunafiesta today. He said he doesn’t remember blocking me from his xanga. I had lunch with Torey and Kim Tice. I didn’t get to see Shellie because her phone died and she left it at home. Rawr. I will see her on Monday though.
My psych teacher is funny and has a Greek accent. He’s not Dr Girard though . And all he taught us today was, and I quote, “Ivan Pavlov taught his dogs to salivate when they heard a sound. And that is called ‘Classical Conditioning’.” Thank god I’ve already taken this class before.
Speaking of which, I decided last week what I want my voicemail to be when I go away to school, eventually. And it got an ‘LOL’ from Dr Girard so ha!
Hi, this is Jami and I’m a psych major, so I’m a big fan of classical conditioning. What about you? Beeeeeeep.
Also, there is a girl from VH in my Substance Abuse class who dated Brandon. We’re EVERYWHERE! There are so many of us, we could have our own zip code!!! I don’t know if that is funny or sad. Lol.
Oh I had a dream last night that I was at Tom’s house and we were with his friend (I have no idea who it was) and his friend’s girlfriend, who happened to be Katie Piper. I don’t really remember it, but I wound up walking out cuz Katie was making me mad or something (go figure) and then Tom came outside and yelled at me because I was pissing off Katie. EVERYONE PISSES OFF KATIE. She gets made from staring at a piece of thread!! So we went back inside and magically it was Kate Stanley’s birthday party and there was ice cream. The end.
When I got home from school, I found out that presale had already started for Clay Aiken/Kelly Clarkson, even though they don’t go on sale til Saturday. So after 10 minutes of trying, I finally got seats and it didn’t go through cuz I don’t have enough money in my account. When I checked yesterday, it said that I had $50. And I had $75 in checks to deposit, so that would be enough money. So I went to deposit the money tonight and it won’t even go through til like…I dunno when, but not tomorrow. But now it is saying that I only had $19 in my account, even though I haven’t even bought anything in a few months, at least. So now I won’t have enough money and I have to go tomorrow and put cash in and assuming that the checks clear by Saturday morning, I will have nosebleed seats. Just great.
On top of that, my brain hurts. As I was walking out of Dominick’s, I definitely saw a Bosco. I have no idea who it was. It was not Mindy. And it was not Shelley. I don’t think it was Abby. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Abby. So it was either Courtney or Kristen. However, they’re both supposed to be at school. It must have been Kristen because she just said “Hey, what’s up?” and whizzed passed me without waiting for a response. Courtney would have talked to me for a minute. Abby wouldn’t have said hi to me. It was Kristen. It had to have been. I’m pretty sure. My brain hurts. Moj mozg boli!!
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Anyway, we;re listening to ‘In Da Shul’ by 50 Shekel. I’ll post lyrics and Yiddish translation, so the kids at home can sing along.
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go boychick
It’s your birthday
We’re gonna party like it’s your birthday
We’re gonna sip chewitz like it’s your birthday
And you know we all know the shpiel
That it’s your birthday
You can find me in da shul, praying after school
Honey I got the chewitz if you’re jumping in my pool
I’m just into making peace, I ain’t into causing trub
So come give me a hug, if you’re into getting love
When I daven up front, you see me shuckle with my cuz
When I pray pretty deep, it’s me and G-D up above
Ladies hear I’m in L.A., now they wanna call me up
When I shpiel like Eminem, and the Jews they show me love
But chevra nothin’s changed, be proud, Jews up
I see Sandler in his flicks, just keeps blowin’ up
If you watch how I shmooze then you’ll see how I do my shtick
Been abused by this town but I ain’t walk with a stick
In the shul then the ladies saying Shekel you hot
They like me, I want them to love me like they love G-D
Yo holla Brooklyn to Teaneck, them places taught me to love yo
My plan’s to bring peace n’ put thing song on the radio
Keepin’ focused man, my plan’s on my mind
Got a second chance to give and I won’t fall behind
Now girly said she feeling my laughs, she feeling my shpiel
We’re gonna go out tonight for a great sushi meal “ I’ll pay
These J.A.P.S. they want most everything
Fancy clothes, fancy cars, fancy diamond rings
Gucci, Lexus, Sushi, Bel Air
West Bank, where’s the peace and why ain’t you still changed
And you should love us, way more than you hate us
Why you mad bros? I thought that you’d be happy we’re neighbors
I’m that mensch showing people how to live the Jew life
You’re those angry ass bombers trying to hold us down right
When my thoughts get to G-D in the shul it’s on
I wink my eye at the Rebbe, my aliyah is on
If Bush wants to fight ˜em, let the powers overturn
If he’s talking taking over, chevra I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Bernie told me just go ˜head speak your mind up
If extremist hate then let ˜em hate
Then watch them blow themselves up
But we could go upside the bank with a bottle of chewitz
Come on we can make peace
Don’t try to act like you don’t know where we be neither chevra
We in da shul all the time, it’s about to pop off chevra
Shekel and Rock The Beat Productions in the hizzzousssse
[DJ Rock The Beat: Act like you know
And knowing is half the mitzvah
THE OFFICIAL 50 SHEKEL JEWISH LINGO GUIDE
Term used when a Jew is called to say a blessing before and after the Torah is read
A nice Jewish boy
Abbreviated for Manischewitz Wine. Jews drink this wine when they make prayers during the Sabbath
Jewish American Princesses
50 Shekel’s crew
An honorable person
An act of kindness performed by or
to a Jewish person or to anyone for that matter
Talking about nothing in particular a.k.a. just shpieling
A comedian’s or entertainer’s act, routine, or gimmick
To sway during prayer
A Jewish temple