Friday, February 29, 2008

[Unless He's a Matchless Match]


Hodel:
Well, somebody has to arrange the matches,
Young people can't decide these things themselves.

Chava:
She might bring someone wonderful----

Hodel:
Someone interesting----

Chava:
And well off----

Hodel:
And important---

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match

Chava:
Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
I'll bring the veil,
You bring the groom,
Slender and pale.
Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be,
The envy of all I see.

Hodel:
For Papa,
Make him a scholar.

Chava:
For mama,
Make him rich as a king.

Chava and Hodel:
For me, well,
I wouldn't holler
If he were as handsome as anything.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch,
Night after night in the dark I'm alone
So find me match,
Of my own.

(spoken)

Tzeitel:
Since when are you in a match, Chava? I thought you had your eye on your books.

(Hodel chuckles)

Tzeitel con't:
And you have your eye on the Rabbi's son.

Hodel:
Well, why not?
We have only one Rabbi and he has only one son.
Why shouldn't I want the best?

Tzeitel:
Because you're a girl from a poor family.
So whatever Yenta brings, you'll take, right?
Of course right!

(throws scarf over her head, imitating Yenta)
(singing)

Hodel, oh Hodel,
Have I made a match for you!
He's handsome, he's young!
Alright, he's 62.
But he's a nice man, a good catch, true?
True.

I promise you'll be happy,
And even if you're not,
There's more to life than that---
Don't ask me what.

Chava, I found him.
Won't you be a lucky bride!
He's handsome, he's tall,
That is from side to side.
But he's a nice man, a good catch, right?
Right.

You heard he has a temper.
He'll beat you every night,
But only when he's sober,
So you'll alright.

Did you think you'd get a prince?
Well I do the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background
Be glad you got a man!

Chava:
Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
You know that I'm
Still very young.
Please, take your time.

Hodel:
Up to this minute,
I misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good.

Chava and Hodel:
Dear Yenta,
See that he's gentle
Remember,
You were also a bride.
It's not that
I'm sentimental

Chava and Hodel and Tzeitel:
It's just that I'm terrified!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Plan me no plans
I'm in no rush
Maybe I've learned
Playing with matches
A girl can get burned
So,
Bring me no ring
Groom me no groom
Find me no find
Catch me no catch
Unless he's a matchless match.

Monday, February 25, 2008

[Oy with the poodles already!]

Finally!  A break in the clouds!  After about two months of a spinning head, and about two weeks of it pounding, I'm once again able to form reasonably coherent thoughts (for me), and the head no longer feels on the verge of KA-POW!  I can be funny again (again... speaking in relative terms).  I still feel a dull ache, and at certain times of the day, the noggin feels a little spinny, but hey, that's normal for me.  

I really need to clean my apartment.  Maybe this weekend I'll have enough grading accomplished to focus on a massive organization overhaul.  Yes, that's right, the clutter has reached proportions that drives even me crazy.  But I still have much to do before said mission. 

My dad turned 70 today.  That kind of scares me.  

My hair is getting long again.  I can't find my tape measure, but I'm pretty sure it's close to 10 inches in pigtails... which means Locks of Love is around the bend.  As soon as I can chop it and still have some left over (as opposed to two years ago), it's coming off.  I love it long, but it requires more upkeep than I have time/energy for these days.  

I just choked on soda... again.  That's twice today.  I wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something.

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

[Off to a Good Start Already]

It's already shaping up to be a splendid day.  While walking out of my bathroom, post-shower, to fetch an item of clothing I wanted to wear, my feet rapidly slid out from underneath me, and I found myself flat on my back.  Every extra pound I've gained in the past year went into that thud, and I'm glad I'm still up and around.

But ugh, have I ever got a headache!  I had one to begin with when I woke up... the fall just completed the process.  

The sad part is that I haven't even set foot on the ice yet.  Oh, boy.

[I'm Where I'm Meant to Be]

I've fallen back in love with music.  So many songs I've come across recently really verbalize the struggles I detect in my life and the lives of those around me, and it's all filling my heart with, in the words of Anne Shirley, "that queer ache."  I can't bear the silence anymore... and it's odd, since for about six months or so, noise drove me nutso.  I guess I have so much going through my head that focusing on another's words, I don't have to have my mind and heart torn a thousand directions at once.

In spite of all my self-doubt and paranoia, I know I'm where I'm supposed to be.  In church, for example, it seems like every week the sermon or Bible study touches on the very things plaguing my life.  The friends I'm making are amazing.  This week, for the first time in weeks, I've had a couple of days when I haven't given in to the lies.  Because of my friends' prayers, I've been able to silence the voices trying to lead me down the wrong path.  God really has a plan for my existence, and I just hope that someday I'll learn to shut up and wait on His timing instead of giving in to my own impatience.  Sigh.  It's just harder than it sounds, right?  

I've had the hardest time making myself focus on what I need to do.  I have so many things on my "to-do" list that, well, it's like when my apartment is in such a state of chaos when I go to clean it and instead just panic because I don't know where to begin.  Frustrating.  

Tomorrow is Singles' Awareness Day (since I'm writing this well after midnight), or more commonly known as Valentine's Day.  I'm really having a hard time with it this year.  Maybe it's my age, maybe it's the recent plunge in my self-esteem, or maybe it's just me being ridiculous.  I don't really know.  I just know that it's getting old.  I just know that I dread the cultural submersion into hearts, flowers, chocolates, hand-holding, and lovey-dovey couples when I'm going home to an empty apartment.  I don't need a significant other to establish my identity--not at all.  I'm just ready for a break in the 24-year streak... a brief one, even.  Then again, as the cliche goes, be careful what I wish for, right?  It could very well come back and bite me in the arse.  

During my rational moments, such as this one, I can remember that He knows better than I do what is right and good for my life.  I really do realize this.  Blame the insanity on hormones and too many romantic movies on television this week... month... year...  

Well, I need to head to campus a little early tomorrow to print stuff off and make copies, so I probably should stop procrastinating on sleep.  My head feels like it's about to spontaneously combust, anyway.  It's been a hardcore migraine week, so I should probably stop egging them on.  Good night, my lovelies!  Happy S.A.D.!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

[Progress! Tangible Progress! I Can't Believe It!]

Being good (health-wise) is finally paying off!  The jeans my mom bought me a week and a half ago, the ones that I could barely squeeze around my waist, fit.  Comfortably.  With room to spare, even!  Granted, this is the looser pair of the three that I'm basing my opinion on, and I did wear them last week, but only as long as I was in public.  Then, it was jammies so I could breathe.

But this week, they fit.  And I can tell my hips are slimming down looking in the mirror.  

This is really exciting for me, because it's the first time in a long while that, outside of random weight fluctuations, I've actually tried to lose weight and have begun to succeed--and this is (warning!) that time of month for me, when I usually bloat up about five to ten pounds heavier. 

I feel encouraged to keep plugging away.  My energy level is up, in spite of the lousy night of sleep I got last night and the sleepiness that's hung over my head all day.

I'm planning to stop by Walgreens on the way home and pick up a multivitamin that adds in the antioxidants so I can try a little harder to fend off all these colds floating around campus.  Plus, I'm hoping that they help kick my energy level up another notch, because I'm quite weary (no pun intended) of being sleepy for all but an hour of the day.  

Even my fingernails look healthier.  Seriously.  Last week, I noticed that the edges were starting to look unusually yellow.  I started eating more salads last week (spinach please... no lettuce for me!) with lots of fruit (mandarin oranges, blackberries, etc.), mushrooms, garlic seasoning, parmesan cheese, and raspberry viniagrette, and a smaller entree, and I can tell a difference already.  I have only one nail left sporting the yellow edge; the rest are clear and even less flimsy!  

I guess it's just hard to really believe that eating better and exercising really does improve well-being until I actually see it happen.  I can know it intellectually without actually acknowledging its veracity.  Maybe I should take Jesus' rebuke of Thomas a little more personally.  

But oh, those damn cramps and mood swings!  They never fail to bring a rain cloud to an otherwise cheery realization.  Ah, well... it is what it is.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

[Confessions: Juvenile Dreams]

I've always wanted to get in a food fight.  I think, if ever I get to buy a house with a yard, I'll break the backyard in with a food fight party.  You're invited!

Sometimes, I know I'll never fully grow up.  :)

...and I'm okay with that.