I'm in Israel.
The plane rides weren't too bad, considering how long they were. I napped, watched movies, and listened to music.
Israel is gorgeous. I'm drinking an Israeli beer because I legally CAN and it's actually not too bad. I'm a budding alcoholic. Wonderful, right? Nothing better than crying and drinking to make it better, re: worse.
Now, let's talk about the important thing: the Israeli men. MY GOD. There are tons of them and if I could bring a few back with me to California, I'd do it in a heartbeat. It sucks though because my family is constantly on the move and is bugging me. I don't know how I'm supposed to make friends if we're not in one place for more than five seconds. WHATEVER. I do plan on hanging out with some locals before I leave though. I didn't bring my awesome new dress for nothing. Shit.
Also, I already got a sunburn and I miss my friends. To quote Brian, fffffffffffffffffffffuck.
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