"Noam moaned," moaned Noam.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

...lips move, they say, it'll be okay...

Song lyrics of the week: No more messing around and living underground and new year's resolutions. By this time next year, I won't be here.

Sweet: tomorrow I turn 17! (I feel young and old at the same time)

Time to go watch Israeli movies and prepare myself for a year of...I don't know what you can do at 17, nothing interesting probably.