Algebraic!

Sorry I havent written in about a week and a half. Ive just been busy and forgetful. But I owe it to you guys, the dear readers, to provide you with ample reading material, so here it goes. The past weeks have been treating me very well, though there have been rough spots here and there. Overall, Im making better friends with people I normally didnt talk to, mostly girls, but thats probably because there are many more girls than guys on this program. I really get a kick out of it, as at home I dont get nearly as much attention as I do here. I mean, Im not the most popular person on my program, but whatever I have here is a HUGE improvement over what I have at home. This program has been one huge boost of my self confidence and whatnot, and Im probably the happiest Ive been for a long, long while. Talking to people, having a growing "family", being called a manwhore (jokingly, guys), have all made me realize most of my social goals on this program, but I still have yet to fulfill all of them, namely relating to girl stuff and having a few very close friends that I can divulge certain pieces of information to. The problematic thing with this all is that I wouldn't mind "being" (best euphemism I could think of) with one of them, but I very much doubt, unfortunately, that they feel the same way. But I'll live, because regardless if anything happens in this final month of mine on the program, I;ve concluded that since it probably wont happen for an unknown quantity of time, I've tried to lower it on the list of my priorities in life right now. Thats been shown recently to be hard, since Ive been thinking about it a lot, as a young boy my age ought to, and it and the upcoming AP tests are the only things bothering me right now, as well as the imminent return home.
Well there's basically that that is bothering me, and I feel pitiful feeling like this because I want people to feel bad for me so that they can help me, I guess. But I dont tell anyone except this blog about it so Im preventing myself from getting help, in addition to the fact that Im nervous to tell my closer friends about it. Ive been getting down also when bogged down with homework and school pressure, but I tell myself that it is only temporary and minor, so that helps relieve the stress and anxiety.
But things are good, not as bad as Im making them out to be. Like I said before, Ive made a plethora of better friends, almost to the point that I feel comfortable with almost every group of people standing around. (Maybe not completley comfortable, but hypothetically I would)
OH Big drama that I almost forgot about.
28 kids (though more have yet to confess) were caught drinking and possessing alcohol. Yowzer! So their punishment, after recieving some harsh words from the big wigs, is house arrest for a certain allotment of time determined by the level of offense, like consuming a lot or a little, or actually buying, which is the worst. If youre asking me where I was, I was, with a friend, at my ssiter's apartment in the south, for the third and final time. We didnt really do much, but my sister's friends founf three adorable puppies on the side of the road, which we kept for a few hours and took care of. One of my sister's friends' cousin took one of them home to Jerusalem, who also happened to know some of our staff, and the other two we had to put back because they couldnt take care of them. Me and my friend watched Green Street Hooligans on the way there and Knocked Up on the way back, all on this expensive as fuck taxi ride.
Later, however, was Yom HaZikaron, Israel's memorial day, except instead of Picnics, people cry and mourn the lost soldiers and terror victims. The night starting the holiday (because Jewish holidays start at sundown) our group went to the official openoing ceremony at the Western Wall, and the President Shimon Peres spoke as did the chief of staff of the army. It was in hebrew, but the few words I did pick up were pretty well put together and meaningful.
That holiday was pretty sad and dreary, but the next day was Yom Ha'atzma'ut, independence day. It started out at a little dancing thing at the kibbutz with the local residents, which was quite fun, as was the dancing in Jerusalem proper, as we went out that night to celebrate in public. I hung out with this group of four girls that always hang out with each other, which includes F. But this time I was talking to her friend a lot more than to her, bonding over Kings of Leon and such. She's cool. The following day we went to another kibbutz for a yom sport type thing, though I wound up not playing any sports, which was slightly dissapointing, as I wanted to play frisbee, but alas. We played against another program of American teens similar to ours, except they had already been going to school together, and were all form LA. I would never want to do something like that. Ech. Ich bin ein berliner. Anyway, that day was fun. What I heard from people is that out of all the 118 people on this program, me and one or two others were the ones that everyone likes. Talk about self-empowerment! I certainly hope its true, because one of the things I hate the msot is when people don't like me, and I feel like I did something wrong and that I have to appease everyone. And yeah, I know thats no way to live, but Im learning to live the way I want while still retaining relationships. Ive learned a hell of a lot on the program too. Probably the best decision Ive ever made, honestly.
I want to try something. To check how many people read this, I want anyone and everyone who reads this to contact me via facebook or whatever, because I want to know how large the demand is for these entries. Cool.