so i'm all fired up about camp now that i have been reinitiated into the world of reform jewry. hugely looking forward to a bring it on style cheerathon we're planning - my friends and i appear to have monopolised camp somewhat already and are now just planning things and not bothering to inform anyone else...

so its good to be back i guess cos yes i did enjoy it actually more than normal what with all the truly wonderful new people. a fat man sat on me, and on the drive home our car broke down at a major traffic lights on a busy street and had to be pushed by us to safety (but only after we'd sat in it for half an hour freaking out about what to do trying desperately to fix it cue me yelling 'its the spark plugs check the spark plugs' and drivers hooting us angrily and glaring as the manouvered around us.). to my knowledge, the car is still there where we left it (in a parking space not at the lights) but i did abandon the whole operation after 45 minutes of hilarity. check me and my carpushing muscles!

but again there is nothing to do and no-one to do it with. and while im hugely sleepdeprived from the weekend i just cant bear another night in. especially not one watching mrs brown on tv.

luckily pater purchased the guardian and i think i can stretch it to last the evening.

what i forgot to do was buy the sunday times so that i could go to my work experience prepared. doh.

started trawling estate agents websites on the net for a house for me grilly laurence and joel to inhabit but got freaked out after i deciphered the small print on all the agents websites about how they will take your soul as guarantee of payment, rape your mother just in case and incidentally the roof will collapse. all for £1400 a month. yeah i was tempted for a minute there. theres always so much anticipation with a faulty ceiling. you just never know when its gonna go.

jess