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

ps, kovs, thanks for signing up.