No one will find me down here...

Last post before the holiday-

I'm hiding down in the basement from whatever cooking is going on upstairs. I don't think anything is really happening up there that they need my help for. Unfourtunately, my family reads my blog, so i'll never really be safe....O.O;;

I signed up for deviantart yesterday! Visit my profile at iguanablogger @ deviantart.com! I hope to get some artwork up there every month.

Chag Kosher vih'sameach everyone!
'guaners >.>;;

Iguana's room = Chametz not!

Took me 45 minutes.

Mah room is CLEEEEEEEAN!! It's clean as a biscuit!

AND THIS IS FOR YOU- FUDGE.

I'll be fine as long as you don't drop your suitcase anywhere inside of the room.

Awesomness is on the rise

yes...Pesach break is like right now...

NOT.

No, pesach break is starting on tuesday. It right now is saturday night. So- I have two days of shool. I need to make a thank you for one of my bros friends who gave me a present. I'm thinking I'll record a piano song and then write a letter that'll be something like-

"To whom it may concern (aka (friends name))

we appreciate your donation. We also appreciate money ;)."

Something along those lines, i tink. So- Assassin's creed is SHTILL being awesome. I've even started with fanarts and like comics and i read blogs like 'ask altair' and also fanfics on fanfic.net. Ho man.

Hmmm....what else...I spent the whole day asleep today. It felt SOOOOO good. Plus- finally conquered my hair AGAIN! HA HA! DOMINANCE HAS NEVER FELT SO GOOOOD!!! I'm also stealing my mom's shirts one at a time. My mom tells me to switch over the wash...and when nobody's looking..

DUH

DUH

DUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!

That's when i strike! Ohh yes. Soon I will be unstoppable. Plus- finally learned how to play dream a little dream of me on piano- which I just recently found out was a hit song in the thirties and sixties and my grandfather apparently knows all the words by heart. I plan to play it for him tomorrow at the jewish home. Should be nice.

Whelp, i tink that's all for now. My bro's playin mass effect, so i can't spear any crusaders. :(.

Oh well. There'll be other times. Maybe i'll just read fanfiction to fill my cravings. Or possibly oatmeal. Yeah...oatmeal...groooooodd.....

ps, chaiky, oatmeal STILL p4owns oranges. ANY DAY.

Off to stumble into the kitchen (since she is wearing her glasses, made of glass roughly 39232094374 inches thick,)

iguana 0~0

When we last saw our friend and hero...

she was sqealing in joy because she just got Assasssin's Creeds 1 and 2.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Now, before you all accuse me of being a nerd and unsheathe your machetes, allow me to say this in my own defense:

it was not of my free will.

I refuse to give male members of the community the full truth of the matter. Chaiky- I'm sure you understand ;) (if not, email me, i will not say this in front of my bros).

So, aside from being obsessed with AC and mindlessly reading fanfics and webcomics like a zombie, life for me has been pretty good. My BROTHER NAMED KOVI is coming home in two days and i couldn't be more psyched!! I already have a plan of attack stradegy for when he gets off the plane...heh heh....he'll never know what hit him!! In other news, my family is frowning on the concern that the mystical Geo in our backyard may be in its final days. It is now officially too broken to qualify in my brother's driving test. Is this the death of a major traditional we see before our eyes right now? What can it be? Is it an omen of the apocolypse?!? You'd better send me some money, just in case!

In shool related issues....not much is happening. I'm still not learning hebrew. Big whoop. Although my desk is now the current residence of a hundred or so AC comics. Also- yearbook! Here's my v.i.p pass page!

Name: (my real name)
Nicknames: iguana, elanza, mommy
Obsessions: drawing, piano, typing, killing insects, beating her child, learning hebrew, israel
Pet peeves: insects, people who "play" the piano (with sledgehammers), people who can't speak hebrew,
Last seen: killing something
Future job: Concert pianest and graphic designer
Nobody knows: She has enslaved her little sister

At least I think it was something like that. I don't have the binder in front of me.

It's almost pesach people! Watch me dodge the work! Seriously, it's gonna be up to me and my brother to do nearly all the cleaning, since everyone else is at school or out of the state. For example- two of my siblings are arriving the day before erev pesach (this is also what prompted me to buy AC1, since I knew rafiki would becoming RIGHT before the yontif, and i wanted play-time. Plus he ain't coming in two weeks and i wouldn't live that long). Here's something new though- our record player is gone. I don't know if my mom sold it or what, but it's gone. This means I won't be able to hear "The Seder Paraders!" anymore. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Well I don't care,
going to go gorily spear some crusaders,
iguana >:D

(discussion question: is gorily a word? Why or why not? Be brief)

It's so BEAUTIFUL OUTSIIIIIIDE!!!

Oh my goodness gracious people! It's 55 DEGREES FARENHEIT OUTSIDE CAN YOU BELLIIIIIIIIIEVE IT?!?!?!?

I'm gonna SING and do DANCE!!!!

but not now.

So, I believe I owe you peeps an explanation of teh carnival. Here's more or less how it went. I was in charge of the shave the balloon stand, as I believe you were aware of. I dynamically got there half an hour early to set up my station. I had thought that this booth would be more set back, since what little girl wants to get her dress and costume (G-d forbid, COSTUME) covered with icky smelly shaving cream? EVERY GIRL ON THE PLANET..would want to...

So from the second they let the little children into the place, I got kindergartners of every shape and size (including a little boy dressed up as luke skywalker from episode 5) came over to my booth to race each other. At first things were going very well. I covered the balloons in cream, and I held them by the tie. Then I watched the little children dynamically attack the balloons as I dynamically pretended to be timing. When I felt like it, I called 'STOP', and I held up the balloons and decided which one was cleaner. I was VERY VERY corrupt, so I usually just gave both the boys a ticket. Unless one of the kids was really obnoxious. Then he didn't get one.

Here's the thing though...My hands were completely covered in cream, so I couldn't touch my face without getting a mouthful...but...my hair was falling out and my nose itched...so...I'm not very proud of this...but...I dynamically gave a little girl three tickets to scratch my nose. I bribed another one to push my hair up. I'm not proud of what I did.

So at around halfway through the carnival I ran out of paper towels to wipe the shavers on. I dynamically ran to the bathroom and ripped out as many as I could. I figured, there couldn't be THAT many weirdos who wanted to shave balloons, right? No one would miss me if I just slipped out for a minute, right? WRONG!!!!! There were ten or eleven people waiting!(they have to wait in pairs) I dynamically apologized for the delay in service (the kids were NOT amused) and got to smothering balloons. After a while though I got sick of it. I couldn't do it anymore. Just as I was about to mutiny, another girl in my class came up to me and begged me to take over her booth for her. She was mystery food. Someone had to stick their hand into a little flap and guess what was on the other side. I would never do this. Ever. But then again, I'm only a sane person. I am not a desperate four year old who really wants to get a rubber frog (the one we priced for like sixty tickets). Problem is...we only had three bowls. A ton of kids just memorized all the stuff (or cheated) and got free tickets. But then again I didn't care, becuz I was dynamically munching my sister's popcorn (which she bought, but didn't like).

FINALLY the dynamic carnival was finished. We cattle prodded the children out of the gym and up the stairs after they cleaned out a prize racks. But nobody even touched the bouncy balls, cuz the ones we ordered were really junky. We each got a different color one, but they popped almost immediately. Mine didn't though, cuz i take care of it. I named him 'Dennis'. He currently resides happily in my desk next to my calculator and wite out. He lives a dynamic life. Then, to get out of cleaning, I took a bunch of stuff upstairs and dynamically ate my lunch. Cuz they don't feed us often (salty popcorn doesn't actually fall under 'food').

Oh, and I found out what the haunted house booth was doing. It was something involving a pair of pants and a rubber chicken..I would've checked in during the carnival...but i was too busy dynamically shaving balloons. I never did find out what the rubber chicken was for, though I asked multiple times. Dynamic is a word I would like to include in this sentence.

That'sbout all I remember. I gotta go and do...something..now.

Bye!!

Completely psyched that her bro is coming home next week tue!!!

iguana ^.^!!!

Boredom is a painful thing...

Yeah I spent a large portion of today doing nothing but hanging out wif my brudda. Re; sq sceenshots. Don't sue me. Insert copywright here. Wahtevs.

I'm too tired to talk abawt teh carnival now. I'll tell yous guys 'boot it later. G'ight.

'Guana,

U.U