No WiFi?

Tomorrow I go to a retreat for Shavuos with my Mom and my shul.

Shavuos: Jewish Holiday when we received the Torah from God. Technically supposed to be lots of studying Torah and eating of blintzes.

Shul: A small synagogue.

Just figured I would define a few things, ya never know!

So in this retreat, there will be no WiFi. Which makes me ever so grateful I have a phone with crappy $5 internet so I can at least get the basics. Email. It's a bitch, but I'll be able to check it, and text messaging, thank GOODNESS.

However, while I panic at the mere thought of going for 3 days, (2:00 pm Thursday to 3?: Sunday), OMG 4 days, I somehow feel I might survive and actually got briefly excited.

After I pay my Dad's $11 in library fines (they're mine, under his name), I'll have my own card and I'll take out some awesome chick-lit books and READ. Often I forget how much I love to just sit and read some awesome mindless drivel. I got all excited and then my mother reminded me I also have to participate in the retreat. I'll survive.

Oh, and packing for this retreat? Nuts. So, the retreat is located on a lovely strip of land owned by Chabad. Chabad is, um, well, I have mixed feelings. Sometimes I view it as a lovely community open to all Jews that's incredibly accepting, and sometimes I view it as a cult. However, being that I will be in Orthodox Jew territory (my Shul is Modern Orthodox anyway), clothing is a bitch. My knee length skirts are coming in handy, and for once, I actually HAVE to look like an Orthodox Jewish Woman. Yay? So...skirts, skirts, skirts, skirts, and in my room? I may just have to wear pants, dammit.

Have I confused you enough with Jewish terms, sects, and dress codes? I swear, I think engineering might actually be easier. Ha. I think that's the drugs I take telling me that.

Speaking of drugs...

I went to CVS today to fill a prescription for Vicodin. Hey, my hip hurts and I'm stiff here. No problem. Is generic okay? $15, covered by insurance, no problem. This is my 5th(?) scrip for Vicodin in varying amounts to insurance. Gosh, they cover it with no issues. But ask for my anti-depressants, and it's almost $300 a month.

Lesson: With insurance, it's easier to become an addict than it is to help yourself out of depression.

I find that highly annoying on principle. Much like the bird that always trills, that's NOT my overly annoying canary. Who may die. But of course, that's a different story. I just hate him. He never shuts up, he makes a HUGE mess outside his cage, UGH.

Oh, and I finally started cleaning my room a bit. At least getting some shit out. Which was good. Found some checks so I can totally get excited at....paying off my student loans. Um, fall job? Can't WAIT.

And that is all, at 3 am in my brain. I fell asleep before midnight, woke up, peed, and here I am today. Back to bed, SO much to do (like overnight a check to AMEX) before Mom picks me up. Oh, and if she wants me to not shop, she probably shouldn't be taking me to an Ella Moss/Splendid Warehouse Sale next Friday. Totally excited.

Peace Out, Peeps.