Cat is OUT of the bag

Okay, so the cat is definitely out of the bag. I am a JEW. And now people know. Not all people yet, but for some reason, a lot of people found out yesterday. That's pretty good, I mean , I made it until halloween before spilling it out. But the pressure was to great.

So I went to 'The Voice' meeting (the English newspaper on campus, of which the editor now knows of this blog, which was obviously not a smart move on my part because now I can't talk about them) and the Editor told me that his costume idea would involve 'shaving his head, putting a fake tattoo on his arm and going as a concentration camp guy'. No comment. Actually...here is a comment..I would have fuking thrown my drink at him. But thankfully he was joking. Then Irish editor came in and it came out that I was Jewish. Dammmmit! But at least I did not have to give my 'How to be Jew and why I support Israel' lecture series, which I have down pat. Also, I was drunk at this meeting which helped ease it.


Then I went home to dress up and try and convince my Boring (with the capital B) neighours to come with me. But they don't do Halloween. In fact, they don't do fun at all!


So I went to the Carleton Canadians house for their pre-Halloween party, They had decorated it really cutely! There were some new people there, including the guy who I KNOW is a Jew (from the first few blogs, remember?) plus his bitchy little girlfriend (literally she is little and bitchy, she is from like a subburb, she has no right to be bitchy)

Then we all transfered to Pangea. Here is a good example of how normal (ie. non Belgians) would react. I saw this Italian guy that I had met once the week before. As soon as I saw him, he said hello enthusiastically and kissed my cheek. If I saw a Belgian once, they would stand a metre away from me and nod their head before quickly passing by.

Then we went to various clubs. I, of course, kept get left behind b/c my my stupid heels. People need to learn to wait up for the whole group, especially the short ones. Kyle was WASTED at this point which was kind of hilarious.

And eventually we ran into Simon. Adam wouldn't tell me his costume....but...he was a Jew. He dressed up like a Chasidic Jew! It was sooo funny. B/c ppl actually thought he WAS a Jew. Okay..well he is actually a Jew. But you know what I mean.

And for some reason, being in this costume made him want to argue over Israeli/Palestinian conflict with me. Which ...let me tell you...disscussing the conflict at 4:30 in the morning, drunk, at a frites place is super fun. Especially when everyone is staring at you and no one agrees with you.

I admit I get a little passionate about the subject, but so does he. Someone commented that it was 'typical' of 2 Jews to argue like that. Well...2 Jews, 3 opinions.

But now ALL the philosophy people who were with us know that I am Jewish. Yuck. B/c now I get to be known as 'the short, Jewish girl'. They will probably put that on my grave or something. LIke you know when someone is refereing to someone in a conversation, and they just say 2 words about that person. Example "LIke, you know...that tall, blonde girl". Or "That funny redhead." I mean can't I be "That smart, short girl." Or "That funny brunnette". I mean..I am smart and funny. Right. Right????


And then these totally random Belgians joined in the conversation. Outside a club. Ugh. And they started talking about American and nuclear weapons and Israel. Like seriously. But fine. I really never want to have this discussion ever again. It's so old, I could write a transcript and it would be the same.


And then I danced, and then I went to sleep. And now I am writing this and planning to actually do school work today, on All Saints day, a national holiday.

Hope your Halloweens were good!