My chair is making creaky sounds when I adjust my position. Yesterday it made a very alarming noise and half a broken screw fell out of lord knows where. I think I might be in for another round of Chair Drama. This is quite frustrating as I spent a fair amount of money on this chair under the hopes that it would last better than a year or two. It's not even two years old.

I've been in this apartment over two years and I finally got my bookshelves in today. And they are exactly what I wanted. Now for the task of filling them, which may -- may! -- take longer than I anticipated. I still have all the childhood books in my parents' house (childhood in this case includes the army, el oh el) not to mention bozes that haven't been touched in a decade. Literally. Plus my grandmother left me a hundred of her favorite books which she had wanted me to read for years and years, "when you have the time." My god I was a literary disappointment to her.

Anyway in terms of both book storage and reading, I have my work cut out for me. Not to mention, I found a whole stack of comics from Dragon*Con 2011, most of which I barely cracked open. My family has a book buying problem, I think. Or actually. It may just be my brother and myself. God. I remember the days when I read the same books over and over and I feel like kicking that kid in the shin or something.

Tonight I invited friends over for what was supposed to be a dinner party, but I failed to reinforce the invitation enough, so only one (very close, very cool) friend showed up. We had an awesome night, she drank tea and I drank wine. I put away the food and consulted with her on pushing the dinner forward and reinviting everyone for the middle of the week.

We talked about a bunch of different things and she gave me interior design advice. The layout of my living room was all wrong and now I feel a lot better about it. I also showed her this picture of my custom Hawke and she said she "had potential" when I asked if she was hot. :D It was awesome to talk about so many things and I miss her a lot when we don't talk to each other a lot.

Really I have no excuses and I'm going to be more social for the rest of the summer.

I feel pretty good.

The morning was good. I woke early, got out of the house on time, the blood test was relatively painless and quick, then I found a coffee shop and indulged myself in a lovely breakfast while reading the morning papers on my laptop. And all was swell in the world. Class was also nice, the subject is interesting and fun to summarize in my notes, even though it's potentially very loaded. Especially now that we're covering social and societal aspects of emotion.

Now, though, my back hurts because of a minor addition of weight to my backpack (my margin of error is so ridiculous), which just got heavier on account of forty pages of cognitive neuroscience -- incidentally, too thick a packet for my little stapler* that I carry around in my pencil case, for just such purposes. Forty plus loose pages of cognitive neuroscience rolling around in my backpack.

Now I have chores to accomplish and although they're not supposed to be especially many or difficult, I still have to figure out a way to occupy myself between now and 5:30 PM, when I see my allergologist. Good news: I'm totally going for the immunotherapy shots, even if it does take three years. I really don't feel like making a round trip home and back again, because that would mean spending a totally unnecessary hour on the lightrail, and that time would be completely wasted. Though it would allow me to lighten my load considerably. Hmm. I may not have much option.

Next I have a bunch of uncomfortable phone calls to make, and I have to take care of some utilities related paperwork that I've been putting off for at least two months. Then the doctor's appointment, and in the evening I have to convince myself to study or something. My VPN connection still doesn't work. Maybe I should just cave and acclimate to doing MATLAB in the computer lab, after class on Tuesday.

* "You're gonna need a bigger stapler," obviously.

I think my eBay frenzy is over, I bid on a calendar for 2012 and managed to fetch five out of six ponies. Fluttershy is a lost cause I'm afraid, at least until there's another wave or something. Anyway, whether she is or not, I'd better stop.

Still no news from the lab I want to work at, I'm supposed to hear from them by the end of the week.

My laundry dryer needs a tube thingy to go out the window so that the bathroom doesn't fill up with lint. Also, I bought bedside lamps in Passover (April-ish) and haven't put them up yet.

In more interesting news, I am deathly dull? I think reading my DW could actually, literally kill someone with boredom.

Suddenly I am overcome with a weird listlessness. It might be because I planned on taking a walk out of doors today, and forgot to do it. Consequently I'm still wearing the sweatpants I put on after my "morning" shower at 1 PM. Tomorrow I have classes and Friday I am making a family dinner, so it should go away. Oh! Next week is my first organism lab. It's a dissection, which doesn't thrill me.

Some days I am filled with a vague nameless dread.

You know fandom has done a number on your brain when you ought to be making an appointment with your pneumologist, and instead you find yourself googling the words "puella pony madoka magica". Just in case.

Never has a fandom been more ideal for crossover shenanigans than MLP:FIM.

All of this happened because I was popping into devArt to check for fanarts of a specific spoilery event in the most recent Homestuck flash animation. Naturally DA was flooded with arts of this specific development and now I can't pick which one I like best and will have to add them all to my favorites. All of them.

Further more this episode has also segued neatly into thinking about what to hang on my apartment walls again.

Oooh my new chair arrived. I'm sitting in it now, it's still kind of warm from having been transported in presumably a very hot van's back section. After all, it's *checks* 34.4C outside! OMFG.

Man, I forgot what my desk/computer looked like from this angle. My knees are at right angle to the floor and everything. It's been over a month.

Once I'm done with my exam, I'm going to post all about The Legend of Korra, my excitement thereof, and how I came up with the perfect crossover. Then I'll install the two Sims expansion packs that I ordered, and that arrived in a most inopportune time, and play the crap out of them. :D

So. This fonsfaq thing is a thing, and marina has most magnanimously put up a post for questions about Israel. These are difficult questions! And very interesting ones!

Marina gave a long answer about disability laws, and some things regarding military service. I wanted to write something a little more personal, and possibly drop some anecdotes.

I am going to ramble like there's no tomorrow.

( I have a chronic illness. )

( I am a university student. )

When it comes down to it, I don't think Israel is that different from other places to be ill or disabled in. Doctors will be exhausting, strangers also. Places like clinics and hospitals, and government offices, are more likely to be accessible than other types of places, like restaurants, places of work or entertainment venues. Yuppie neighborhoods like my current one are more likely to have accessible businesses than places like my old neighborhood, which was populated by students, religious families and work immigrants. Laws for the rights of people with disabilities both exist and are insufficient. People are people -- it's hard to predict ahead of time whether they'll be exhausting or forthcoming.

I have been writing this entry for more than an hour and I rambled much worse than I feared. Here, have a jazzy performance of an Israeli lullaby:

( YouTube video )

So I have a desk in my living room now, instead of a tiny cheap kitchen table. All this empty flat space is positively luxurious. I'm sure 90% of it will be consumed by piles of random crap within three weeks, tops. Next up: a coffee table, kitchen chairs and bedroom end tables.

Quick! someone talk me out of writing an inscrutable epic Homestuck fic populated by 90% original characters! Especially since half the characters are gonna die before I get through chapter one.