Isn't the UN being a little unrealistic?
They try and mediate a war. They try to outlaw war crimes, they urge captors to respect prisoners' rights, and they keep people from attacking civilians.
But isn't that like a family therapist trying to mediate a conflict and telling his patients, "Stop! Nothing below the belt! Can't you people LISTEN, you can only hit each other in the stomach!"
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Watched it last night with Camille and Yuval. Honestly, I don't have much to say about the movie. Surreal as it was, it was a movie you could generally understand just by watching closely and carefully. While complex and emotional, you didn't need to think, all you needed to do was feel. But I did wonder what I'd do if I was the girl. Or more importantly, what would my fantasy be?
That's all for now. I know I haven't posted in a while. And that's because my winter break was taken up by hanging out with friends, going to New York City with Sasha (and Yuval, who happened to be there; yes, I've been spending a lot of time with her recently), and trying to cram for a background paper on Israel that was due Wednesday.
Funny story though, on Wednesday, my 320GB external hard drive crashed...along with all my data, all my stories I've ever written, all the music I've ever listened to, all the photos I'd ever taken, all the schoolwork I'd ever done (including the essay), but most of all, the heart and soul of my inner existence. Needless to say, it's back up and running, and Satan has finally handed back my life from two days of unequivocal torture.
I shall end here, as I need to catch some sleep before school tomorrow. Viva la Revolucion!
If I go to New York with Sasha for the weekend, my week will be complete. Alas, I will not finish my Facing History paper I so desperately need to do. But there are other things in life than just school. Like black walnuts, for example. There are a lot of those lying around on the ground.
I need to play the drums. Really bad.
