Mayonnaise

My hair smells of mayonnaise but it is so shiny. Last night i decided to give my hair a mayonaise treatment. I didnt realize what I was undertaking. Now the bathroom smells of mayonaise and so does my pillow. But my hair is shiny!

 Danielle just called me a prat.

 We are drinking wine, listening to Israeli music that we wish we understood, and doing homework. We each have an oral presentation next week. I am telling the story of my rats...accompanied by a slide show. Tonight, Danielle and I bought fuzzy stickers in the kolbo. The have googly eyes. I bought little dinosaurs and Danielle bought rats. I also bought little old school clip-on ornaments for my bike spokes. They make noise when the wheels spin.

That reminds me... I got a bike! My dear friend, Shachar, fixed me up a bike.  It even has a basket.  I'd only had it for a week when I blew a tube out. I took it to the bike shop and 35 shekels later, it's riding smooth.

 This weekend, my friends and I went to an enormous concert in Tel Aviv. I think there must have been at least 5000 people packed into a big warehouse. We went to see Avicii, a Swedish D.J. The energy was enormous and it was reinvigorating to be there. Madonna was performing on the same night. The city was crawling with people. I really liked Israel this weekend.

 Time to study... With undying love for the baltimore Brain-Eater, The Miami Face-Eater and New Jersey Intestine-Thrower.

 I respectfully remain,
J. Michael Hess Webber