Finally!

That's what you were going to say, right? Yes! My pix from miami, with commentary!

Look folks, uh, i accidentely uploaded these backwards, so uh, bear with me here..





I took this by the balcony of our hotel room. The lighting came out horribley, i forgot to turn the flash on. But if I could fix it, this would probably be the cover to my book.

This is an unforgettable picture of me giving shua a tour of my yachts from the balcony, but he made me laugh while he took the picture. Note the necklace, chaii.

Picture my cousins took of me (at their insitance of course. Prolly they were sick of me taking pictures of them) I think it came out good. This could also be a cover for mah book. Note the eyes.YESSSSSSSS...YOU CANNAH RESSSISSSST MEEEEEEE....GIVE ME YOUR MOOOONNNEEEEEEEY....

That's right, zoom in on that picture and you'll find the sign reads 'MANATEE ZONE SLOW SPEED'. (bridge out, slow to 60). I didn't actually see any manatees, but i think their up to something. In any case, we didn't slow down, so we're fine.

Yuh, speedboat. That thing went past us at like sixty miles an hour. The bright green boat is a shipping boat from Hong Kong that just came in. Yup.

The beautiful ocean water of Miami...

These are the bubbles the ship produced. These things drove yonina nuts. She's like 'LOOK AT THE BUUUUBBBLESS!!'. They were very relaxing to watch. (yeah we're on a cruise boat, forgot to mention that part)

Ah yes private island...

My dad videoed (?) the whole ride. I'll try to get the link by the end of this commentary. Or I'll just ask him abawt it.

Das Miami! Cancha tell?

Quite possibly the same speedboat that buzzed us last time...That old man looks like he's enjoying a cold one!

Das Miami beach. We're staying in one of those hotels on the shore over there. Unfourtunately, peeps advised me against bringing my camera to the beach cuz they were afraid it'd get either stolen (by seagulls) or destroyed (by seagulls).

Ah yes, shua making an important phone call from our hotlel balcony...

Cuzzinz. I won't say dare names, i don't think they'd appreiciate it. But those guys were cuuute.

More cuzzinz. This is at a pizza place, btw.

What can be said that isn't painfully obvious? (SQ6)

Yeah...Lobby of our hotel...

You wish you had one of these in your backyard. I swear in miami every building has its own fountain. We drove past like a hundred fountains, but every time i tried to take a picture a car of a jogger got in the way. And in florida, joggers don't WEAR CLOTHES.

A pretty building we passed...I think it's a church.

Palm treeeeeeesss!!!

das it folks. Thanks for bearing with us.

Going to go clean up and grab a snack,

iguana ^-^

hair, you ask? Conquered, I say!

S'true. I have finally found a way to brutally bash in the forces of my hair. Das right. I can now making a spiffing good halfpony that my mom despises but that i think looks good. I was a little self-concious of this walking to shul today with yonina, so i asked her about it.

Me: Yonina, is it better to have everyone but you like your hair, or that you like your hair, but no one else does?

Yonina:...hmmm...that's pretty tough...

Me: (surprised she understood the question) so what do you think?

Yonina: Well, let's look at it this way iguana. Why don't you pull down your hood, and if I say your hair is good, it's probably good.

Me: pulls down hood. So what do you think?

Yonina: it's not ugly.

Me:...well...what does that mean?

Yonina: Well there are two kinds of hairstyles. There's really good, and ugly.

Me: so no in-between?

Yonina: well in-between would be 'okay'.

Me; so is my hair 'okay'?

Yonina: it's not ugly.

Shaken by these words of wisdom spouted by my 8 year old sister, i continued into teh shul. Davening went off without a hitch, cept there was this really inconciderate person davening next to me who didn't feel like davening silently like the rest of the planet. So, instead of focusing on my heavenly prayers, i contented myself by listening to her practically yell in my ear. Trust me, when you're in a huge room, and it's musaf, so no on'es talking, and the person next to you won't daven to themselves, it's pretty loud.

Anyway, that afternoon we had company, so i got out pretty late. I got invited by my frend to go to b'not that shabbat, so i decided to deck it out. When I got there, they were having some kind of sermen about tziniut, which didn't surprise me. In fact, i spent the whole sermon focusing on the fact that i desperately needed a tissue. But ya know, the counselor was really going at it, so I didn't want to interupt. After that we played simon says. So I pretty much know this ain't gonna be a worthwhile investment. My frends assured me that they didn't play simon says every shabbat, but seriously, that was my reason for not going. It's and 8g b'not, what the heck else are they supposed to do? I mean, that's what the little kids do, right?

Anways, after that, me and two frends rounded out to another frend's house to play apples-to apples (or wahtever) then shared embarresing medical stories. Then I went home. Played space quest with Rafs...yeah...

I'm going to miami on monday peeps. I'll post some pictures. I'm bringing this laptop with.

OH I ALMOST FORGOT!!!!

My dad or someone, i really don't know i wasn't there when it happeened, bought the sq series with VOICES!!!!! FINALLY!!! I HAD GIVEN UP HOPE!!!!!!!!! I WILL NEVER HAVE TO READ TONGUE-TWISTERS TO YONINA WHILE PLAYING EVER AGAAAAAAAAIN!!!

Plus, I won't have to read stuff like this; try it, it's not easy:

"From inside the elevator, you can't touch the inlay outlay relay array. You can't even SAY inlay outlay relay array."


going to go watch her bro play modern warfare 2,
iguana W_W (i'm wearing my glasses, those are them pretend)

Happy late new years

and I have a naseau (?) in my stomach.

Yes, it's been a while since I've written. I'm aware my absence has arroused some panic in some of my many followers (pronounced: 'and she had many followers'-Mass Effect), but I am here with a calming message for you all:

DON'T PANIC.

Anyways, back to my action-movie-drama life. I realize now it's 2010. That means I'm 14 now. (my birfday's july 8th, but you get wut i'm sayin). I'M OOOOOOLD!!! I'M GONNA BE A FRESHMAN THIS YEAR!!! I bet all you college types are so proud of me. I'm entering the prime of my life. I recognize this for one reason, mainly. So gamble round the campfire children, I shall tell you a story.

I was leafing through da bookshelf friday night. The boys had just gone to shul, and now I had something of two hours to dwindle away. My mom and bro had thoughtlessly gone to the liberry wifout me, so I had no good books to pore over. So, I scanned the bookshelves for anything that I hadn't already reread several million times, and I paused. I found a book I didn't recognize, so I pulled it out. It turned out to be a photo album. I opened it up and found something mindboggling, but before I get into that I have to tell you the conclusion of the story so you don't have to wonder the whole time and get distracted. Yes, I found a book to read eventually. It was a reread. If I didn't tell you that, there's a chance you would wonder as I told you of my historical find; "Did she ever find anything to read?!".

Back to my historical find. I opened the photo album and found a family portrait labeled in neat blue pen on the bottom: 'Skier family, 1907'. The picture was of a small Russian family, a mother, father, and some boys. The picture was yellowed and frayed at the edges, but other than that it was in incredibly good condition. I could see the faces clearly, and I wondered for a while how these people who shared my name lived over a hundred years ago. I flipped the page. Then the real shock came. There was a beautiful picture of a young woman, labeled 'EDITH SKIER, AGE 13, GRADUATION'. She was wearing a (I think) silky, short sleeved dress, and she held a boquet of flowers. She had short, wavy styled hair (i think that was popular in the 20s), and she was smiling wonderfully (better than I ever could, and I should know). I am nearly 110 percent sure that was her 8th grade graduation, which I am about to experience in June. All that shabbat, I couldn't stop thinking about that picture. She was my age, and graduating, right? We have the same name, but I don't know anything about her. What did she do for fun? What did she eat? Was she popular? Did she enjoying writing, or did she talk a lot? Did she even have my color hair? This was a picture of her as she was entering high school, which I think is one of the most important times in a person's life. It defines who you are going to be when you grow up, and when you leave, it's finally time to start your life as an adult.

With all the technology we have now, it's easy for me to record my teenage years, but think of all those other teenagers living in the 1900s, when life was much different. How much do we know about them? They're all grampas and great grampas, great aunts and uncles, not vibrant young people on their way to complain about school. Or maybe they didn't complain about school, because they saw it as a priveledge instead of a chore. I don't know.

I guess that's the end of the story, children. So now you know. The secret sorcret has been revoiled. Think about that as you walk out the door. And make sure you close it tightly, otherwise the draft gets in, you know.

off to go depress,
iguana o_o

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