melayneseahawk . Next Year May We All Be Free

For the sake of my goyishe friends, Passover started last night at sundown. I'm not keeping the holiday again this year, and for once the family isn't, either (they're in Philadelphia on vacation as of this morning, actually). We did, however, go to first seder at a friend of the family's house last night, the highlight being that their seder is about half the length of ours but with 20 people. I also proved myself useful by helping serve most of the meal, though the waitress jokes my parents decided to make every time I carried a tray of soup bowls into the room were not appreciated.

I can't believe that I didn't mention this already, but I moved home without major incident Monday night. Watching Mom kick Lez out of the room was pretty damn funny, but I could have done without the blow-out with the roommate. I'd been avoiding this fight since last semester, though I have to admit I did start it when it did finally blow up. My ex-roommate takes passive-agression to an amazing level and has given me no evidence that she can construct a coherent argument. Cursing does not logical thought make. I'm not f-locking this, because I don't care if anyone from the dorm sees. I stand by that declaration.