I know you were worried. Got nothing to report except I a) finished my dvar toRAH b) my sim family now has 6 kids and c) I watched an episode of animated star trek with my dad last night that featured a piece of paper on the back of Capitan Kirk's shirt reading 'Kirk is a jerk'.
Good tidings citizens.
Going to manage her sims household now,
iguana >_>
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Happy fast times, peeps.
Everybody having a good Asarah bih'Tevet (hahaha Rafi haha) ?
Well, I'm not.
I'm not surprised. In every fast I ever have the good grace to partake in, I get a killer migraine. And I'm not talking about those sissy headaches where people are all like 'take a Tylenol and you'll be FINE', I'm talking boot those ones that make you want to either 1) curl up in a ball, 2) make you want to hit your head on a brick wall, 3) kill yourself (possibly by hitting your head on a brick wall) and 4) all of the above. This, ladies and gentleman, I get from....say it with me...
DE-HY-DRA-SHUN!!!!
Yes, the crowds go wild! I'll bet I'm not the only one out there who gets completely moidered by this lack of water every fast! But none of you frummies have blogs, so whateves, ya?
So it's like 10:32 AM. I'm bored. It's just me and the yoninsters here and we're gonna go crazy. And I'll probably eat her at some point, too. I think I'ma animate s'more now. I told my cousin in Israel I was, so I'll be getting back to that now.
PS- twilight song is going strong, on last page.
So long peeps. Try not to die too much.
-boredly, iguana (
Well, I'm not.
I'm not surprised. In every fast I ever have the good grace to partake in, I get a killer migraine. And I'm not talking about those sissy headaches where people are all like 'take a Tylenol and you'll be FINE', I'm talking boot those ones that make you want to either 1) curl up in a ball, 2) make you want to hit your head on a brick wall, 3) kill yourself (possibly by hitting your head on a brick wall) and 4) all of the above. This, ladies and gentleman, I get from....say it with me...
DE-HY-DRA-SHUN!!!!
Yes, the crowds go wild! I'll bet I'm not the only one out there who gets completely moidered by this lack of water every fast! But none of you frummies have blogs, so whateves, ya?
So it's like 10:32 AM. I'm bored. It's just me and the yoninsters here and we're gonna go crazy. And I'll probably eat her at some point, too. I think I'ma animate s'more now. I told my cousin in Israel I was, so I'll be getting back to that now.
PS- twilight song is going strong, on last page.
So long peeps. Try not to die too much.
-boredly, iguana (
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Reaching for the coffee, dropping the donut
So here's what I need to/am working on for this week:
-research research report due in a month (for every day of school I come without research I get points deducted from my grade. Don't ask)
-write sock puppet play (for a class)
-ace some tests
-do some grueling homework
-clean my laptop
-learn to play 'River Flows in You' from Twilight for my mom.
I think that's it. Now of course all you college types are like 'WHUT? THAT'S IT? AND YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS!'
Well. I do.
But before that, I need to go over my stunning adventure that cheppened this shabbat. Please; bear with me. Due to the request of a friend, I will write personal narative style, of all I remember. Okay, and a one-two go now
The warmth of the house rushed onto whatever part of my face was not covered as I trudged inside, bringing a nice portion of the landscape with me.
"Boy I am cold, sleepy, and also hungry," I muttered to myself becuz I do this. I yanked off my purple hat and threw it on the couch. Then I carefully began unwinding my purple scarf, and folded it neatly beside my hat. I unzipped my coat, hung it up on the tree, then proceeded to unbutton the sweater I had on underneath. I then pulled off my boots, and attemped to stand them up in the shoe row, but after they had flopped over enough times, I gave up. I now stood in the frozen tundra of the front hallway of our house, wearing a green flowered shabbat robe, some socks, and a green pair of glasses.
"Boy I am sleepy and also hungry," I repeated to myself so I shouldn't forget. I dragged myself into the kitchen and decided on what to eat. I glanced at the clock, and it read 2:35. I had just come back from dropping Yonina off at a playgroup, and now I had an hour (somewhat) of IGUANA time. But iguana was hungry, so she had to make herself a parve snack. But I was cold also, and I thought to myself:
"Hey, why don't I make some oatmeal?"
The original packets are parve, so after a fair bit of rummaging in the pantry, I triumphantly pulled out a dull-blue paper packet of oh'tmeel. I crossed the room to our bowl cabinet, pulled out a small glass dish, tore the packet (on a place with NO WORDS OR PICTURES) and poured the dusty stuff into the dish. I took the dish to our hot water kettle and tipped some of the boiling liquid into the mixture, giving it a soupy look. A horrible smell of rubber and the inside of a macy's filled with kitchen.
"Aw (insert bad word here), this here oh'tmeels got no flavoring!"
It was true. So, setting the foul smelling dish on the table, I decided I would have to flavor the oatmeal myself. But how exactly do you flavor an oatmeal? Honey! I exited the kitchen to our other pantry, and yanked out a half-empty bottle of honey. I took this back to the table, and squeezed a nice dollop of the stuff onto the brown goop. Now it looked like brown goop with some glue on top! I frowned.
"Maybe it will look better after some stirring," I reasoned with myself as the smell of macy's with some honey on it wafted into my nostrils. However, after tasting a spoonful, I saw that not much had improved. 'perhaps I should add sugar,' I thought. So, I turned to the stove and grabbed the tall sugar-shaker we usually use for grapefruit. But when I tried to sprinkle some onto my oatmeal, I slipped a bit, and the glass jerked forward. In a somersault of what can only be described as the best karate kung fu ever performed by sugar-shakers, the small glass did a 180 flip right over my oatmeal, emptying nearly half its contents onto my food before slamming on the other side of the table with a large CLACK. I glanced at the oatmeal. It now had a nice sized mound of sugar on it, dissolving fast. Since I had just had my braces tightened to ultra tight and my teeth were probably most vulnerable, I began to have second thoughts about eating this contraption. But we had a problem- I was still hungry. I stirred in the sugar and took another hearty bite. I chewed thoughtfully. I swallowed.
"Hmm," I said, "grainy, with a touch of burned rubber."
Something was missing. My oatmeal still did not taste like oatmeal. It tasted more like the mall. I have not personally tasted a mall, mind you, I mean it tastes like the way the mall smells (confused yet?). Brown sugar! Those oatmeal packets always have something about brown sugar on the front!
Opening my mom's baking cabinet, I pulled out a full bag of pre-opened brown sugar. I carefully undid the twister at the top, taking note on how to redo it when I was done. I tipped the bag over the dish of oatmeal. Nothing came out. Now ever I know how this goes- tip it too far and ALL the stuff comes out, and my mom would be mad. To avoid that scenario, I crumpled a bit of the sugar closest to the edge and ,pinching the bag carefully, a perfect sized lump of brown sugar plopped onto my mixture. I stirred it in, and the oatmeal grew to a toasty golden color. It finally looked like oatmeal! I hoped this would be the right one...I sealed the brown sugar and put it away in the cabinet, then sat down to my snack. I glanced at the clock. 2:49.
I took a big spoonful. Hmmm...
"Nope, now it just tastes like someone who works at cinnabon just walked into the Macy's."
Well, you can't always win. I bravely gulped down the rest of my cold oatmeal, and went back to the living room to enjoy my last ten minutes of iguana time.
This has been an iguana-flashbacks production. You may now return from the edge of your seats. We hope you enjoyed it, and have a pleasant day.
Also, you look like you could use this fish...(SQ6)
-research research report due in a month (for every day of school I come without research I get points deducted from my grade. Don't ask)
-write sock puppet play (for a class)
-ace some tests
-do some grueling homework
-clean my laptop
-learn to play 'River Flows in You' from Twilight for my mom.
I think that's it. Now of course all you college types are like 'WHUT? THAT'S IT? AND YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS!'
Well. I do.
But before that, I need to go over my stunning adventure that cheppened this shabbat. Please; bear with me. Due to the request of a friend, I will write personal narative style, of all I remember. Okay, and a one-two go now
The warmth of the house rushed onto whatever part of my face was not covered as I trudged inside, bringing a nice portion of the landscape with me.
"Boy I am cold, sleepy, and also hungry," I muttered to myself becuz I do this. I yanked off my purple hat and threw it on the couch. Then I carefully began unwinding my purple scarf, and folded it neatly beside my hat. I unzipped my coat, hung it up on the tree, then proceeded to unbutton the sweater I had on underneath. I then pulled off my boots, and attemped to stand them up in the shoe row, but after they had flopped over enough times, I gave up. I now stood in the frozen tundra of the front hallway of our house, wearing a green flowered shabbat robe, some socks, and a green pair of glasses.
"Boy I am sleepy and also hungry," I repeated to myself so I shouldn't forget. I dragged myself into the kitchen and decided on what to eat. I glanced at the clock, and it read 2:35. I had just come back from dropping Yonina off at a playgroup, and now I had an hour (somewhat) of IGUANA time. But iguana was hungry, so she had to make herself a parve snack. But I was cold also, and I thought to myself:
"Hey, why don't I make some oatmeal?"
The original packets are parve, so after a fair bit of rummaging in the pantry, I triumphantly pulled out a dull-blue paper packet of oh'tmeel. I crossed the room to our bowl cabinet, pulled out a small glass dish, tore the packet (on a place with NO WORDS OR PICTURES) and poured the dusty stuff into the dish. I took the dish to our hot water kettle and tipped some of the boiling liquid into the mixture, giving it a soupy look. A horrible smell of rubber and the inside of a macy's filled with kitchen.
"Aw (insert bad word here), this here oh'tmeels got no flavoring!"
It was true. So, setting the foul smelling dish on the table, I decided I would have to flavor the oatmeal myself. But how exactly do you flavor an oatmeal? Honey! I exited the kitchen to our other pantry, and yanked out a half-empty bottle of honey. I took this back to the table, and squeezed a nice dollop of the stuff onto the brown goop. Now it looked like brown goop with some glue on top! I frowned.
"Maybe it will look better after some stirring," I reasoned with myself as the smell of macy's with some honey on it wafted into my nostrils. However, after tasting a spoonful, I saw that not much had improved. 'perhaps I should add sugar,' I thought. So, I turned to the stove and grabbed the tall sugar-shaker we usually use for grapefruit. But when I tried to sprinkle some onto my oatmeal, I slipped a bit, and the glass jerked forward. In a somersault of what can only be described as the best karate kung fu ever performed by sugar-shakers, the small glass did a 180 flip right over my oatmeal, emptying nearly half its contents onto my food before slamming on the other side of the table with a large CLACK. I glanced at the oatmeal. It now had a nice sized mound of sugar on it, dissolving fast. Since I had just had my braces tightened to ultra tight and my teeth were probably most vulnerable, I began to have second thoughts about eating this contraption. But we had a problem- I was still hungry. I stirred in the sugar and took another hearty bite. I chewed thoughtfully. I swallowed.
"Hmm," I said, "grainy, with a touch of burned rubber."
Something was missing. My oatmeal still did not taste like oatmeal. It tasted more like the mall. I have not personally tasted a mall, mind you, I mean it tastes like the way the mall smells (confused yet?). Brown sugar! Those oatmeal packets always have something about brown sugar on the front!
Opening my mom's baking cabinet, I pulled out a full bag of pre-opened brown sugar. I carefully undid the twister at the top, taking note on how to redo it when I was done. I tipped the bag over the dish of oatmeal. Nothing came out. Now ever I know how this goes- tip it too far and ALL the stuff comes out, and my mom would be mad. To avoid that scenario, I crumpled a bit of the sugar closest to the edge and ,pinching the bag carefully, a perfect sized lump of brown sugar plopped onto my mixture. I stirred it in, and the oatmeal grew to a toasty golden color. It finally looked like oatmeal! I hoped this would be the right one...I sealed the brown sugar and put it away in the cabinet, then sat down to my snack. I glanced at the clock. 2:49.
I took a big spoonful. Hmmm...
"Nope, now it just tastes like someone who works at cinnabon just walked into the Macy's."
Well, you can't always win. I bravely gulped down the rest of my cold oatmeal, and went back to the living room to enjoy my last ten minutes of iguana time.
This has been an iguana-flashbacks production. You may now return from the edge of your seats. We hope you enjoyed it, and have a pleasant day.
Also, you look like you could use this fish...(SQ6)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Headache of the century...
Listening to wacky but good song about zombie co-workers...ahh....
Happy Chanukah guys. Guess it's been a while since I wrote, but I've been enjoying my vacation too much to care.
Not much has happened in the last few games except my bro and I have been staying up till one in the morning playing mindless video games like mass effect, left 4 dead 2, and Final Fantasy. Yeah, it's been pretty good. I still have a headache, and in a while I'm going to subject myself to my fathers 70s star trek cartoons. It's a good life. Even though I have a headache, like the kind that just make you want to fall over, close your eyes, and just NOT move a muscle. I'm still deciding about that one...
School starts again tomorrow. The reason i look forward to that is: more free time to work on my comic book.
Oh yeah, I left you guys hanging on the jewish home issue. I did alright at the concert, only messed up twice, and it wasn't so bad. I'm not sure why I was nervous. I don't like messing up, I like playing for fun, and that's what it turned out to be. I, in my nervousness, thought people were actually going to be quiet while I played. And thank G-d they were not. The whole time I played, everyone in the room was talking to somebody else, so not even I could here the piano that well. And if they hadn't been doing that, the experience would not have been enjoyable at all. When people all around me are talking while I play piano, I feel at home (ie, i play at school, and people are always talking there). I feel like I'm at home (plus good piano) just playing for fun. Although the song was not one that I enjoyed playing as much as others, it was still pretty okay.
My mom said I might go back to Israel this summer. It was a very big MIGHT, it was just like 'well we could send you back this summer', although that kind of might is what got me there in the first place. I would LOVE it, I really would! I would do ANYTHING to get back in Israel (they test your resolve on the plane over. They do everything (in)humanely possible to make you uncomfortable, including asking you if there is anything they can do to MAKE you comfortable, which they can't)! But I'd want to clear up with my cuz first, becuz she might actually be coming here! That would be just as exciting! So, as you can see, the future is questionable.
I think that's about it for now...I've got to go...headache...
sleepily,
iguana U_U
Happy Chanukah guys. Guess it's been a while since I wrote, but I've been enjoying my vacation too much to care.
Not much has happened in the last few games except my bro and I have been staying up till one in the morning playing mindless video games like mass effect, left 4 dead 2, and Final Fantasy. Yeah, it's been pretty good. I still have a headache, and in a while I'm going to subject myself to my fathers 70s star trek cartoons. It's a good life. Even though I have a headache, like the kind that just make you want to fall over, close your eyes, and just NOT move a muscle. I'm still deciding about that one...
School starts again tomorrow. The reason i look forward to that is: more free time to work on my comic book.
Oh yeah, I left you guys hanging on the jewish home issue. I did alright at the concert, only messed up twice, and it wasn't so bad. I'm not sure why I was nervous. I don't like messing up, I like playing for fun, and that's what it turned out to be. I, in my nervousness, thought people were actually going to be quiet while I played. And thank G-d they were not. The whole time I played, everyone in the room was talking to somebody else, so not even I could here the piano that well. And if they hadn't been doing that, the experience would not have been enjoyable at all. When people all around me are talking while I play piano, I feel at home (ie, i play at school, and people are always talking there). I feel like I'm at home (plus good piano) just playing for fun. Although the song was not one that I enjoyed playing as much as others, it was still pretty okay.
My mom said I might go back to Israel this summer. It was a very big MIGHT, it was just like 'well we could send you back this summer', although that kind of might is what got me there in the first place. I would LOVE it, I really would! I would do ANYTHING to get back in Israel (they test your resolve on the plane over. They do everything (in)humanely possible to make you uncomfortable, including asking you if there is anything they can do to MAKE you comfortable, which they can't)! But I'd want to clear up with my cuz first, becuz she might actually be coming here! That would be just as exciting! So, as you can see, the future is questionable.
I think that's about it for now...I've got to go...headache...
sleepily,
iguana U_U
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Make it dance! Make it prance!
So.
I am lih' playing in a concert at the jewish home this sunday wif my father. I am playing the piano. I am playing "Sunrise, Sunset" from The Fiddler On The Roof. Any questions so far?
Here's what comes to my attention: I have been working on this song for nearly two weeks now, and it still don't make sense to me. I don't know WHO adapted this thing, but whoever what was did NOT know exactly what he was doing. Mostly, he did, but there are DEFINITELY some parts that I could've adapted better. And that's what worries me. Those old folks out there? THEY KNOW THE WHOLE SONG INSIDE OUT! THEY'LL KNOW WHEN I MESS UP! All I can do is hope their hearing aids turn off for my performance. Oh yeah, I know. Now that I mentioned it in my blog, ya'll're gonna show up at the jewish home just teh watch me perform (natch).
Well I've got one thing to say to that!
"..."
Oh, as long as I'm at the halfway here, I should mention my friend Nechama. MENTION. MENTION. Happy now?
(explanation to all sane readers: She's been bugging me to do that for awhile. I don't question these things.)
What else has happened in my life, you ask? Well, I shall tell you. My hair has reached an all time low, to the point where it just poofs overnight, therefore saving me the time of messing it up myself. I have just taken a shower, so naturally now it looks soft, and yummy, and lovely, and looks perfect. But that's just all a clever ruse...you see, my hair is smarter than I am. It KNOWS that I'm going to go to sleep soon (since I take my showers at night, and DON'T suggest me to take them in the morning becuz I'll ignore you), so it PURPOSELY looks good. Because it knows I'm going to lie down on it when I go to sleep. And you know what that looks like in the morning? Like I'm wearing some statically electricuted ferret on my head, that's what. I dun like it.
So what should I do about, you ask?
"!"
And you'll read all about it in the papers tomorrow.
In other news...hmmmm...I'm replaying space quest 2 and i typed "swallow gem", and it said "you make me sick". No wait, that has nothing to do with this. I guess I got nothing else now. There'll be more when I feel like it.
Oh yeah, I'm going to Miami for winter break (in January).
Resorting to toothpicks to style her hair,
iguana >:\
I am lih' playing in a concert at the jewish home this sunday wif my father. I am playing the piano. I am playing "Sunrise, Sunset" from The Fiddler On The Roof. Any questions so far?
Here's what comes to my attention: I have been working on this song for nearly two weeks now, and it still don't make sense to me. I don't know WHO adapted this thing, but whoever what was did NOT know exactly what he was doing. Mostly, he did, but there are DEFINITELY some parts that I could've adapted better. And that's what worries me. Those old folks out there? THEY KNOW THE WHOLE SONG INSIDE OUT! THEY'LL KNOW WHEN I MESS UP! All I can do is hope their hearing aids turn off for my performance. Oh yeah, I know. Now that I mentioned it in my blog, ya'll're gonna show up at the jewish home just teh watch me perform (natch).
Well I've got one thing to say to that!
"..."
Oh, as long as I'm at the halfway here, I should mention my friend Nechama. MENTION. MENTION. Happy now?
(explanation to all sane readers: She's been bugging me to do that for awhile. I don't question these things.)
What else has happened in my life, you ask? Well, I shall tell you. My hair has reached an all time low, to the point where it just poofs overnight, therefore saving me the time of messing it up myself. I have just taken a shower, so naturally now it looks soft, and yummy, and lovely, and looks perfect. But that's just all a clever ruse...you see, my hair is smarter than I am. It KNOWS that I'm going to go to sleep soon (since I take my showers at night, and DON'T suggest me to take them in the morning becuz I'll ignore you), so it PURPOSELY looks good. Because it knows I'm going to lie down on it when I go to sleep. And you know what that looks like in the morning? Like I'm wearing some statically electricuted ferret on my head, that's what. I dun like it.
So what should I do about, you ask?
"!"
And you'll read all about it in the papers tomorrow.
In other news...hmmmm...I'm replaying space quest 2 and i typed "swallow gem", and it said "you make me sick". No wait, that has nothing to do with this. I guess I got nothing else now. There'll be more when I feel like it.
Oh yeah, I'm going to Miami for winter break (in January).
Resorting to toothpicks to style her hair,
iguana >:\
Sunday, December 6, 2009
G-d preserve us all
People, I bring bad tidings. Mivosrot ra'ot. Call it what you will (howevah you say bad news in french, my bro speaks it not me).
Brace yourselves.
This is your last chance.
....
I can see you're made of tougher stuff. Here it is: My mom...is...hooked...on....TWILIGHT!!!!
note to twilight fans; turn away now or forever hold your peace (piece).
I have not even READ this book and I despise it! Man I have TWO WORDS to tell the people who read that crap: HELD BACK. REPEATING THE THIRD GRADE. LOW STANDERDIZED TEST SCORES. I GUESS THIS WAS MORE THAN TWO WORDS.
No, that wasn't it. What I meant to say was: TEEN ANGST. FLUFF BY THE TRUCKLOAD. HELD BACK AGAIN. LOW STANDERDIZED TEST SCORES. TEEN ANGST.
If I knew the address for 'twilight in a nutshell', I'd post it here. That thing is like the next harry potter; a book that, through incredible amounts of fluff and teen angst, has broken through the murky barrier of obscurity and somehow become an (inter)national pastime. And now they have my mom. What will I does peeps?! THIS WILL RUIN MY SOCIAL LIFE AS WELL AS MY DIGNITY! I WILL NEVER STEP ONE STEP INSIDE THE HOSPITAL EVER AGAIN (which, mark my words, my back will make me do).
It's one thing to be a teenager and be obsessed with twilight, but it's another thing to be (sorry mom) about twice the age of a teenager and be obsessed with twilight. Really. Teenagers practically LIVE the story of twilight, whereas just a few weeks ago, my mom was reading classical literature about the founding fathers to me outloud (against my will). It has to stop.
Anyone who knows me will say I'm a big hypocrite about this, and say that mom is entitled to her twilight obsession the same way I'm entitled to my space quest obsession. This is not true. I have SEVERAL obsessions to which I'm devoted to, including Space Quest, Laura Bow, Final Fantasy, and Sailor Moon. I am a fangirl. I am also a teenager (you see my argument now, right?) My mom is just a little older than me (really, it's hard to tell!). But...I guess I can be patient. I can try. It's not like this'll be around too long anyway, right? She can't be obsessed to one thing for too long, right? Especially not some teen-angst fluff story, right? So I can try. I'll wait it out, and wear a smile every now and then, just to even things out. Yeah. That's what I'll do.
Maybe a truck will hit me tomorrow on the way to school.
Sighing,
iguana :{
Brace yourselves.
This is your last chance.
....
I can see you're made of tougher stuff. Here it is: My mom...is...hooked...on....TWILIGHT!!!!
note to twilight fans; turn away now or forever hold your peace (piece).
I have not even READ this book and I despise it! Man I have TWO WORDS to tell the people who read that crap: HELD BACK. REPEATING THE THIRD GRADE. LOW STANDERDIZED TEST SCORES. I GUESS THIS WAS MORE THAN TWO WORDS.
No, that wasn't it. What I meant to say was: TEEN ANGST. FLUFF BY THE TRUCKLOAD. HELD BACK AGAIN. LOW STANDERDIZED TEST SCORES. TEEN ANGST.
If I knew the address for 'twilight in a nutshell', I'd post it here. That thing is like the next harry potter; a book that, through incredible amounts of fluff and teen angst, has broken through the murky barrier of obscurity and somehow become an (inter)national pastime. And now they have my mom. What will I does peeps?! THIS WILL RUIN MY SOCIAL LIFE AS WELL AS MY DIGNITY! I WILL NEVER STEP ONE STEP INSIDE THE HOSPITAL EVER AGAIN (which, mark my words, my back will make me do).
It's one thing to be a teenager and be obsessed with twilight, but it's another thing to be (sorry mom) about twice the age of a teenager and be obsessed with twilight. Really. Teenagers practically LIVE the story of twilight, whereas just a few weeks ago, my mom was reading classical literature about the founding fathers to me outloud (against my will). It has to stop.
Anyone who knows me will say I'm a big hypocrite about this, and say that mom is entitled to her twilight obsession the same way I'm entitled to my space quest obsession. This is not true. I have SEVERAL obsessions to which I'm devoted to, including Space Quest, Laura Bow, Final Fantasy, and Sailor Moon. I am a fangirl. I am also a teenager (you see my argument now, right?) My mom is just a little older than me (really, it's hard to tell!). But...I guess I can be patient. I can try. It's not like this'll be around too long anyway, right? She can't be obsessed to one thing for too long, right? Especially not some teen-angst fluff story, right? So I can try. I'll wait it out, and wear a smile every now and then, just to even things out. Yeah. That's what I'll do.
Maybe a truck will hit me tomorrow on the way to school.
Sighing,
iguana :{
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The winter is among us
Dear children,The winter is among us. As you all know, I am class photographer. I would put up some of my class pictures up here, but am stopped in my tracks by the impending lawsuits. Today was a very frustrating day, but probably a good day nonetheless. I just say that becuz i had a helluva time getting this picture up here. Stupid stupid blogger while typing on a laptop little sister wants me to put on playstation for her when she can clearly see i am blogging.
I drew an awesome doodle today. I loved it so much I took a picture of it and sent it to my cousin in Israel. Some people would say that's taking it a tad too far. I say you people are nuts. Going too far is all the rage these days.
So, elections are tomorrow. I'll back up; my friend is running for g.o (girls organization) and I'm her campaign manager. So like tonight we wrote her presentation. It's short, smart, and right to the point. I sincerely doubt it will win. But hey, elections are elections, you never know what might happen! Do your country a favor and vote for us!
Lesse...what else happened to me today...Oh yeah! I said I'd write about my dvar torah troubles. Well, let's hunker down on those.
The story starts like this:
I was given a few words to write a dvar torah on. These are them: (my lappy does not have hebrew font, so bear with me)
Eesh Tachat Gafno, vih' tachat tih-ai-nah-to
A man under his grape vine, and under his date tree.
That's just about everything they gave me. That and 'write a dvar torah'. So, with no other ideas, I wrote a page about what can be learned about peace from these words. I think it was very pretty. So I turned it in a month early. A few days before the due date, one of my teachers handed it back to me. Her words:
"It's very nice, but I think you made it up."
My brain: Uhduuuuuuuhh
What else was I supposed to do? Well, apparently, the point of a dvar torah is to write down a meforash about the pasuk you were given. Except, I pointed out to her, that I wasn't given anyting about the pasuk. Just the words. So she looked it up for me, very nice of her, and told me it was in malachim aleph. So I found the pasuk in tanach. And there was nothing there on it. So she suggested I get a new pasuk.
My next pasuk was 'ohseh shalom bimromav', from shemonaah esrai. But, after looking that up in an artscroll siddur, I found there was absolutely nothing on that pasuk either. The paper was due three days ago. My last last hope is that one of my friends will help me out with a pasuk tomorrow (she says she has an artscroll that has a good dvar torah in it). If you are reading this, dear friend, please know YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE!!!
If she doens't fill out I'm gonna have to talk to the teacher about it again. I've got to find SOMETHING on it...
Tomorrow is Friday, don't expect to hear from me. I'll be lucky if I get enough time before shabbat to take a shower.
contemplating putting her doodles up on her blog,
iguana
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My adventures in make-up land
no, it's not the kind of makeup you think it is. Then again, how would I know what you're thinking? I do. Truuust me.
So what i meant anyways was "make up paper" land. But i thought if I put make-up paper land in the title it would make it to "My adventures in make up..." thereby diminishing the awesomeness.
I wonder if my mom is, at the moment, showing this post to da nurses at the clinic at which she works. If so, tell them I say hi. Also tell them the gowns in orthopedics are too small.
So, about my adventures in new seating land and make up paper land: GOOD NEWS! Miracles have occured, with that being:
MISS GROSS ONLY DID ONE RASHI AND DIDN'T TRY TO CRAM SEVERAL MORE INTO THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES OF CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This, ladies and gentle men, is a development. This means, in theory, that I only missed half a page of notes. SCORE! I was easily able to make that up. Chumash class notes make up; complete! Okay, recess.
I believe I have already said what needs to be said about how much I hate recess.
Back to the story, I tought I'd use my recess to copy whatever navi notes I'd missed (cuz gwess what i missed those too) and YET ANOTHER MIRACLE OCCURED! We are actually having a navi test tomorrow, so...They only did ONE inyan! The 9th miracle of Elisha! SCOOOOOORE!
So, even though my understanding of the nace was limited, I did end up getting my navi notes back. (the miracle goes somefin like "Why hello there mister elisha, I've got 20 loaves of bread how bouts i give them to you to feed the bnei naviam" "Oh well tahnks there's 2000 of them, but it's okay we'll have enough bread for leftovers" and then G-d said "so everything will be like Elisha says".) Navi note makeup; complete!
morning break! (conviently situated next to recess, as if to recover) my favorite time of the day besides for afternoon break! I gets out my yogurt and prepare to play da keys off this fine piano here. So I do. Piano playing complete! I think I played Tifa, and Sunrise. I think.
Anyways, here comes Mrs. Rauch and her wednesday Lamed Tet Malachot class. We talk about skinned animals. And dead, bleeding chickens. And apparently, couches made from leather chickens. I was (being a big Yikes! fan) the only one who apparently knew where leather comes from. Luckliy, Mrs. Rauch did NOT go into the part where they soak the hides in chicken pee. She just said "a succesively stronger solution". I don't think anyone in my class knows that much english.
Anyways, after sufficiently grossing out my classmates, Mrs. Rauch moves on to 7th grade to Miss Gross can come back in and OH NOOOOOOOO!!!
Not dikdook! ANYTHING but dikdook! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
You don't understand what dikdook IS in my class. It's....horrid. Unspeakable. WE ARE COVERING PRONOUNS FOR THE 6TH YEAR IN A ROW!!!! PLEASE MOVE ON!! SOME OF US ACTUALLY KNOW HEBREW! WE KNOW OUR NOUNS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Wait. We're not doing dikdook? No? No! We're doing chanukah! Well that's almost as bad. I've been learning the same halachot about chanukah since 2nd grade too. Which is why she is giving us a sheet and a hebrew book explaining (in great depth) the meaning and halachot of chanukah. Boooring. No surprise there. We are split up into some different groups. One group gets a hebrew book, one gets an english book, and my group gets no book. Go figure. So, we just answered the questions off memory (a disaster, since everyone just sleeps through yahadut class anyway).
OKAY LUNCH RECESS! HEBREW STUDIES ARE OVER!
More getting pummeled by snot nosed kids. But this time I get even more food afterwards! That's not bad! Over lunch, have disturbing conversation with lactose intolerent kid about the size of her pills.
READING CLASS:
I missed notes in history, big time...Lotsa lotsa notes about important people like William Howard Taft and Woodrow Wilson and other things I could care less about. Das a LOT of writing. I'll make it up during computer lab time. Anyways, since the teach's not here, we have a sub. A sub who keeps asking me about fudge for some reason, but a decent sub nonetheless. We get together to read 'the indian in the cupboard'. I don't know why. I'm so sick of it. I had to read it in 5th grade too, and i don't remember finding it to entertaining. S'anyway, we read it, and then go down to the lab. I get all my history notes done in the lab. Yay! History class make up; complete!
MINCHA:
Yup. We are actually being GRADED on Mincha now. All I can say to that is '?'. But I assume I got a satisfactory grade. I was there. I davened. I left. I think that's all I was supposed to do. I might've missed the quiz.
AFTERNOON BREAK:
what can be said that isn't painfully obvious? (SQ6)
SCIENCE:
I missed no notes here either! Just some random stuff about the sun I was able to jot down while the teacher was yelling at someone (for writing notes while we were reading)! Science make up; complete!
MATH:
Missed a lot, so had to beg and plead with teacher to not give us any homework. AND SHE DIDN'T! SCORE! Still had to do a lesson about translations and reflections for homework, but still, not bad!
GO HOME TIME:
Making up all your notes in one day? SCORE! I assume high school will be more difficult.
The only problem now I'm having is my DVAR TORAH ISSUES! Stay tuned for part two!
seriously needs to get her excersizes down now,
iguana
So what i meant anyways was "make up paper" land. But i thought if I put make-up paper land in the title it would make it to "My adventures in make up..." thereby diminishing the awesomeness.
I wonder if my mom is, at the moment, showing this post to da nurses at the clinic at which she works. If so, tell them I say hi. Also tell them the gowns in orthopedics are too small.
So, about my adventures in new seating land and make up paper land: GOOD NEWS! Miracles have occured, with that being:
MISS GROSS ONLY DID ONE RASHI AND DIDN'T TRY TO CRAM SEVERAL MORE INTO THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES OF CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This, ladies and gentle men, is a development. This means, in theory, that I only missed half a page of notes. SCORE! I was easily able to make that up. Chumash class notes make up; complete! Okay, recess.
I believe I have already said what needs to be said about how much I hate recess.
Back to the story, I tought I'd use my recess to copy whatever navi notes I'd missed (cuz gwess what i missed those too) and YET ANOTHER MIRACLE OCCURED! We are actually having a navi test tomorrow, so...They only did ONE inyan! The 9th miracle of Elisha! SCOOOOOORE!
So, even though my understanding of the nace was limited, I did end up getting my navi notes back. (the miracle goes somefin like "Why hello there mister elisha, I've got 20 loaves of bread how bouts i give them to you to feed the bnei naviam" "Oh well tahnks there's 2000 of them, but it's okay we'll have enough bread for leftovers" and then G-d said "so everything will be like Elisha says".) Navi note makeup; complete!
morning break! (conviently situated next to recess, as if to recover) my favorite time of the day besides for afternoon break! I gets out my yogurt and prepare to play da keys off this fine piano here. So I do. Piano playing complete! I think I played Tifa, and Sunrise. I think.
Anyways, here comes Mrs. Rauch and her wednesday Lamed Tet Malachot class. We talk about skinned animals. And dead, bleeding chickens. And apparently, couches made from leather chickens. I was (being a big Yikes! fan) the only one who apparently knew where leather comes from. Luckliy, Mrs. Rauch did NOT go into the part where they soak the hides in chicken pee. She just said "a succesively stronger solution". I don't think anyone in my class knows that much english.
Anyways, after sufficiently grossing out my classmates, Mrs. Rauch moves on to 7th grade to Miss Gross can come back in and OH NOOOOOOOO!!!
Not dikdook! ANYTHING but dikdook! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
You don't understand what dikdook IS in my class. It's....horrid. Unspeakable. WE ARE COVERING PRONOUNS FOR THE 6TH YEAR IN A ROW!!!! PLEASE MOVE ON!! SOME OF US ACTUALLY KNOW HEBREW! WE KNOW OUR NOUNS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Wait. We're not doing dikdook? No? No! We're doing chanukah! Well that's almost as bad. I've been learning the same halachot about chanukah since 2nd grade too. Which is why she is giving us a sheet and a hebrew book explaining (in great depth) the meaning and halachot of chanukah. Boooring. No surprise there. We are split up into some different groups. One group gets a hebrew book, one gets an english book, and my group gets no book. Go figure. So, we just answered the questions off memory (a disaster, since everyone just sleeps through yahadut class anyway).
OKAY LUNCH RECESS! HEBREW STUDIES ARE OVER!
More getting pummeled by snot nosed kids. But this time I get even more food afterwards! That's not bad! Over lunch, have disturbing conversation with lactose intolerent kid about the size of her pills.
READING CLASS:
I missed notes in history, big time...Lotsa lotsa notes about important people like William Howard Taft and Woodrow Wilson and other things I could care less about. Das a LOT of writing. I'll make it up during computer lab time. Anyways, since the teach's not here, we have a sub. A sub who keeps asking me about fudge for some reason, but a decent sub nonetheless. We get together to read 'the indian in the cupboard'. I don't know why. I'm so sick of it. I had to read it in 5th grade too, and i don't remember finding it to entertaining. S'anyway, we read it, and then go down to the lab. I get all my history notes done in the lab. Yay! History class make up; complete!
MINCHA:
Yup. We are actually being GRADED on Mincha now. All I can say to that is '?'. But I assume I got a satisfactory grade. I was there. I davened. I left. I think that's all I was supposed to do. I might've missed the quiz.
AFTERNOON BREAK:
what can be said that isn't painfully obvious? (SQ6)
SCIENCE:
I missed no notes here either! Just some random stuff about the sun I was able to jot down while the teacher was yelling at someone (for writing notes while we were reading)! Science make up; complete!
MATH:
Missed a lot, so had to beg and plead with teacher to not give us any homework. AND SHE DIDN'T! SCORE! Still had to do a lesson about translations and reflections for homework, but still, not bad!
GO HOME TIME:
Making up all your notes in one day? SCORE! I assume high school will be more difficult.
The only problem now I'm having is my DVAR TORAH ISSUES! Stay tuned for part two!
seriously needs to get her excersizes down now,
iguana
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Got it anyway
See previous post.
Yeah, guess i wasn't fast enough. Or those germ dudes really know what their doing. I gots sick. But for being sick, today wasn't bad. I got to go to the library, take out some awesome books, play on my laptop, cough my lungs out, see fixed piano bench, etc.
I hope to be back in school tomorrow to tell ya'll all bout my crazy adventures in our NEW SEATING ARRANGMENT!! (ba da baaaam, ba dam buuuuuum).
hint: i gots a good seat.
Looking on the morrow,
iguana
Yeah, guess i wasn't fast enough. Or those germ dudes really know what their doing. I gots sick. But for being sick, today wasn't bad. I got to go to the library, take out some awesome books, play on my laptop, cough my lungs out, see fixed piano bench, etc.
I hope to be back in school tomorrow to tell ya'll all bout my crazy adventures in our NEW SEATING ARRANGMENT!! (ba da baaaam, ba dam buuuuuum).
hint: i gots a good seat.
Looking on the morrow,
iguana
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