winds of change

Should I just move already...?

2010-07-11T07:59:00.000-07:00

Should I move my blog to my devie journal?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

2010-07-08T07:15:00.000-07:00

Seriously, if you can't get people to do stuff for you on your birthday, when CAN you get them to do stuff for you???

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!

2010-07-04T19:25:00.001-07:00

:D

2010-07-01T17:05:00.000-07:00

Awesomeness is happening on the home front! Seriously!

Okay, so first thing- I'm starring in a movie!

Okay not really. I get to play a foreign expert in my brother's movie, which is coming along swimmingly (whatever THAT means). Lots of cool CG, shua's just...you know...aura of amazing awesomeness radiates off the screen. The topic it the oil spill in the gulf (oops i spilled...get it? Oh, you don't? Oh, you're being sarcastic? Pretty good, huh? no?)

(why would she write that whole exchange??)

Anyway, aside from playing an italian expert, I'm a stage assistant! Yup, I've been helping with the camera, lights, and I've been giving out some pretty good ideas too! I hope to be in the credits at some point for this...

I play the intern also. I basically follow shua around with a clipboard and sometimes accidentaly make it into the camera's line of sight.

Well, that's that part- I've learned a ton of new songs for piano, including 'Still Alive' by Portal.

Oooh, another cool thing- there's this writer on deviantart I really admire, so I added her to my watchlist (that means I get a message every time she updates, you freaks). She added me to hers! It was the weirdest thing...I don't know if that's something she does to all her watchers, or if it means she actually likes my work...That'd be weird...

I mean, this writer is famous among AC fangirls...Is she really one of my watchers? THAT'D BE AWESOME! :DDDDDD

Yes, I'll stop fangirling now. No I won't...heheh hehehehehehehehheheeh!!! >:D

I'm scared I might've gotten my israeli cousin hooked on it now...I mentioned to her that I was really into it, and I love to draw the characters.

I didn't think she'd actually look it up. She loves the historical aspects, and she thinks the characters are really fun to draw. I've gotten five or six fan arts from her by now.

THIS IS AMAAAAAZIIIING!! THIS MEANS THAT THIS SUMMER WHEN I GO OVER TO HER HOUSE AND START DRAWING AC2 SHE WON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M A FREEEEEAAAAAAK!!!!!!!

YAAAAAH!!

So, as you can see- life's been amazing.

Mazal tov to the stallmans!! They have a new baby girl in the family! (I should know- Malki went away to Lakewood to see her..for a week...wut am i gonna dooo...)

Her birthday is next week thursday!! Better pre-order that new Assassin's Creed game commin out in NOVEMBER FOR HER!!!,
iguana >:)

Life goes on...

2010-06-24T22:00:00.000-07:00

Yeah...

I've been drawing a lot more, but you know what I've been doing even more than drawing? I've been PLAYING der PIANO!

Ask Rafiki if you don't believe me, he's been suffering this whole time. See, it all started when one day yonina decided to take up playing Shadow of the Collosus again. We got this demo for it like six years ago. So I looked up some footage of the game on youtube, and guess what I found? This game has an AMAZING soundtrack! Because there's little to no dialouge, most of the game is expressed through music. Needless to say, this lead to an epic sheet music hunt, which was rewarded with a bounty of goods. Now I've been printing, scribbling, and playing all day and night. Unforutnately, these amazing songs cannot be mastered overnight, so I've been practicing the same parts over and over until my fingers memorize them...

This can be difficult for my siblings to bear sometimes but trust me! It'll be worth it in the end!

So, other than the sheet music crave, life's been pretty normal...I clean the kitchen in the mornings (sometimes), I play music for most of the afternoon, and also like to draw...Then we eat supper, I go out for a walk, most of the time with my best friend...sometimes we spend the rest of the day till dark at her house, or we go back to mine...Then I spend the rest of the night with AC. Yeah..

Summer vacation ROX!!! I WANT MORE OF THIS AWESOME!!!

But....

To some people, simpy enjoying the summer away from school isn't enough. My mom, for one, is NOT happy that I'm not doing anything. Personally, I'm really happy that now I have all the time in the world to spend on art and music, but she has a point. I've looked for a job though, and no one would hire me...And I mean...I don't really NEED one right now, right? What would I do, anyway? One or two of my friends is doing a camp, like for kindergarteners, a lot of them go away to summer camp for two or three months....

Plus, once I get to high school in September, my free time will be cut a few hours short, won't it.

Meh. I dunno. I'm happy with where I am now. And I goes to the Holy land in August! Ain't that great? I've been watching movies in hebrew lately so I can get used to listening to conversational hebrew...

Don't forgit to check out my devie profile! It's been booming.

Inhaling the essence of success,
iguana VuV

Facebook? Facebook?

2010-06-20T19:52:00.001-07:00

Am I getting on later tonight? I'll keep you posted.

kyahaha summer vacation kyahahaah

2010-06-17T18:29:00.001-07:00

Whelp, i'm outta yes for good. I'm only gonna do this once, so pay attention:

THANK YOU GOD THANK YOU!!!!! W00000000T!! NO MORE YES FOR THE REST
OF MAH LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!!

Until i enevitabley end up as a secretary there for some reason. Or substitute. but no more till i get out of high school!!!

Oh, and VISIT ME ON DEIVANTART! Because I'm gonna have TONS of time to draw using the wacom pen over vacation, i'm gonna make updates like...daily...SO VISIT! I'm getting much much better and more realistic since I joined...I'm learning from masters like Doubleleaf!!! (check her out, she's amazing!!)

Anyways, what else? I can play Aeris's theme on piano nearly perfectly! (sad, innit?)

I saw some high schoolers from the class above mine in shul last week...I immediately bombarded them with questions. It turns out, the everit teacher is leaving. They don't know who we're getting next year...I hope it's an israeli. I think it's best to learn hebrew from an israeli, especially if Israel is a place you wanna wind up someday. Anyway, she told me that there are a lot of really neat pianists in Tam! So I can't wait to hear from them. Of course...It's gonna be different not being the only one of the piano anymore...At least this means that I won't have to deal with morons banging their fingers on it, pretending they know how to play when quite obviously, they don't. And it's nice to study how other people play- it could really help me! So all in all, it'll be a nice experience.

I can't wait to go to tam now...

Another news, next assassin's Creed hits the shelves Nov. 16th 2010!! BUY IT FOR ME!!!! Thank you, your all so kind!

Catch ya later, supah-loosahs!
iguana >:D

OMGOMGOMGOGMGOMGKAJJPOJPOSJAPO

2010-06-14T21:45:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLKDrOrW3Pk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db2nU5cBwD0

HOLY EFFING EFF THIS IS THE AWEOMSETHING EVER OMG OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S COMING OUT IN NOVEMBER WE MUST GET THIS EPIC GAME OMG OMG I CANN'T OMGOOOOOOOOOD W0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000TTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

OH YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

All's quiet on the dairy front...

2010-06-10T15:04:00.000-07:00

As you no doubt know, I got back from my trip last week...and I don't feel like typing my fingers off, so instead i will do...A FOTO MONTAHJ!!! MUAHAHA!!!
A lone pick up truck zooms by under the setting sun as our bus re-enters Wisconsin...Very epic.

MAH HAIR!! I just got it cut...but at navy pier it was so long, and it was so hot there, my friend put it up really tight and really high to get it off my neck. But I couldn't see it, and it felt really weird, so I had to take a picture to figure it out. IS A MONSTER! MWAHAHA!!

It was really sunny, so none of us really look too good in this picture. This is just meandmyfriends hanging out at one of the picnic areas at navy pier, where we ate lunch.

One of the beautiful gowns we saw at the Chicago History musuem....they had a lot of other pretty ones, but photos weren't allowed. This was the one we could take pictures of...

PIRATES! YAY! While we were in navy pier, there was a pirate troupe (?) going around, and they did a show for us! My friends took a picture with them, but...i couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not a pirate person.

Chillin' at the hotel....

The beautiful wisonsin sunset (blocked by trees) and the breath-taking wisconsin skyline (blocked by exit sign). We can only assume the emergency exit is referring to Illinois.

SEGVAAAAY!! Our instructor was russian, but by the time everyone had learned how to use a segway, it had started thunder storming, so we couldn't go out...:'(

Said pirate show.

ICE CREAM!! MUAHAHAHA!! PERFECT THING FOR 90 DEGREE HEAT!!!..it was friggin six dollars...

I got glomped...in my new sweatshirt that was halfoff...

And last...a WONDERFUL class picture!!!!!

and that concludes this weeks earnings.

Man yous guys...school ends tomorrow, and graduation is next wednesday...IMA BE IN 9TH GRADE W000T! I will be the awesomest freshy TAM has ever seen. And I will eat their piano.

picking at her rubber bands with visCOSITY, since 2009...

iguana -_-

Bye-BYYYYYYE!!

2010-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00

See you when i get back from WashingSt.LouOrlanCago!!!!!

I'll post pix, i..erm..no i don't promise, i don't have the kind of commitment.

SOMEONE HELP I'M DYYYYYYIIIIING!!!

2010-05-25T19:39:00.000-07:00

Greetings everyone, I would like to start out this blog post by pointing out some helpful tips to a friend of mine;

YO! CLIMATE! IT IS WAAAAAAY TOOOO HOOOOOOOT!!!

This is MILWAUKEE we are talking about! It's NOT SUPPOSED TO BE 90 degrees yet! It's only MAY for god's sake! IT WON'T BE JUNE FOR ONE MORE WEEK THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Speaking of June, guess who's ready for graduation???

I dunno, your guess is as good as mine. Better even, cuz ur not high.

Another words, guess whose senior trip is this sunday?? THAT'S WRITE! We's going to CHICAGO! Land of milk and honey, city of gold, MECCA!

Hmm...maybe it's not that good..But I plan to bring my ipod, and my camera (u don't even want to KNOW what kinda goodies I've got on that camera...let's just say it's enough to put me on buzz for a lifetime or two..)

Umm...what now..Assassin's Creed is still awesome, school ends in two weeks, I'm graduating 8th grade and moving into high school...I believe I've already discussed that...

Meh, i tink that's it. I'll be back with more later if i feel like it. My broman just came home, and I have to watch him make an idiot of himself on Xbox Live.

Can't stop singin Taylor Swift since she saw a Ezio/Rosa Love Story music video,
iguana >:D

Last warning before SHAVUOT

2010-05-17T21:00:00.000-07:00

That's right, all yall. Shavuuot is upon us all. (or National Jewish Cheesecake Holliday, to use its less common name)

Like nobody is to be home though! The Rafster isn't coming till next week...Kovi's in Israael...shua's in leh'shool (ptooie!)...

But fear not, good friends...for my mom's friend is coming with her BABY! YAY! I get to eat a baby for the holliday! I take that! I take it HEAD ON!

But my last baby experience was my little cousin in israel, whom with I spoke mostly hebrew. But listening to her talk in hebrew was so cute in funny..I'm gonna have to resist talking to this one in hebrew because I don't want her to get kinda confused later on. But surely..one or two words can't hurt...

So how much cheesecake should I eat before it's considered "dangerous"? We all know at least three cakes will be deposited on the counter before the 3 day yuntif is done...And without shua...I don't know who's gonna eat it.

Uhm...FREE CHEESECAKE EVERYONE COME TO MY HOUSE!!!! (Bring money)

I think that's enough for one night...I mean...I've got fangirilng to do elsewayr. BAI!

hyperly (is this a word? discuss. I want it on my desk by monday)
iguana @u@

EXPLANATION: We apologize- Iguana was just watching AC2 music videos. They were teh ROXORS.

Sick? Or what?

2010-05-14T07:17:00.000-07:00

Maybe I ams leh'sick (pardon our french).

My throats are KILLING me...I cannah speak sometimes. So I takes leh'ibuprofen. And it is leh'weird. I am always tired. Except at night, when i am trying to sleep. I assume this can only mean i've started sleepwalking and am now nocturnal.

My mawmma says if i stay home friday, i have to help her. I guess that means she doesn't particularly mind if i get my filthy germs all over her food, so i'll give it a go. I'm pretty sure I got it from someone in my class, person I am doing the play with. We have to sit next to each other in one scene, and she was a complete wreck. This is why..if you are sick...

DO

NOT

COME

TO

SCHOOL

I

DON'T

CARE

IF

YOUR

MOTHER

MAKES

YOU

COME

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!

and that's a wrap.

Going to play piano (since due to some strange loophole in the universe, the sicker i get, the better piano I play,)

Iguana =_=

Play writing? I'm your man!

2010-05-06T18:58:00.000-07:00

Yuh, I just wrote a play about a family going out for fast food in the fifties. Well, that's not really true, my friends helped- we (a group of four) have to write, direct, and perform a play about the fifties to satisfy our teacher- and so far I think we've done pretty well. Basically, I typed on a computer, and the rest of the group read over my shoulder and told me what to change and what to keep. I was writing in the same trance I descend into when I write fanfiction. I re-read it when I'm done and think 'huh. I wrote that?'

This is why very often, I'll come back to my laptop the next day and accidentaly open a file marked 'new text document' and walk away forever scarred.

I'm very slowly becoming obsessed with the song 'todah li aba' by Itzik Orlev. It's one of dem catchy-beat songs. Plus it's got a piano! Sol'd!

Speaking of piano, I'm seriously getting more desperate than ever in school...The piano is RIGHT FRIGGIN THERE! I like sit at the bench during break and munch quietly on my cereal bars while I try REALLY REALLY hard not to open up and start playing. Sometimes I play right hand only, so it's not technically a song. But it's completely and totally not working out. I need to play zeh MUSIC! My techinique at home is slipping too because I can't practice during the day.

And don't say "well then just play anyway, and when the charaidim jump on you, just tell them it's for practice". Cuz that no worky. It doesn't matter WHAT you do, it's not good enough for the ultra-brats I deal with (no offense intended ultra-brats, you all know who you are)

For some reason, I keep thinking to myself- "Just wait till next year. You'll be in high-school! You'll be the youngest class! It's not POSSIBLY to still be dealing with snivelling little brats then!"

Somehow I doubt that. Still, the prospect of 'next year will be SOOOO much better' is looming over me. Now I'm drastically afraid of disappointment. I've been looking forward to high-school for a while because it defines an important section in one's life: when you stopped being a kid and became an adult (theoretically speaking). Whenever my parents start a sentence with 'back when I was in high-school' I find myself instantly entranced. Maybe it's because I've always really liked learning about history- what stuff was LIKE back then. (which makes Assassin's Creed all the more enjoyable, they do a FANTASTIC job of bringing the past to life) but even before we had a video game console I read books like 'Time for Andrew', and the magic treehouse books. Who could forget them?

Meh. That's a lot of words. I have to go to deviantart and satisfy my craving to look at AC motivational posters.

sleepily,
iguana U_U

I just passed out!

2010-05-02T20:01:00.001-07:00

And it felt GREAT.
(for details, see bazillion comments below)

PS- i not kidding.

Music = YES!

2010-05-02T18:05:00.000-07:00

Yes, that's write folks! Sphira for me is OVAH!! And guess what I'm listnin to? One guess, come on, come on!

Wow! First try for all of you! That's right, the soundtracks for Assassin's Creeds ONE AND TWO otherwise known as AWESOME MCAWESOMENSS!!!!!!!!!!

huff huff huff.

Another words, my bro wants me to start cooking him brownies and he'll sell them to WITSers again. But I wouldn't be making much, if anything, and the details are still really sketchy. I'm not sure where I would be getting my ingredients from either, cuz I don't exactly have any money right now. Maybe I can work out with my mom that I start with her ingredients, then I'll start paying her for them once I start making a profit...I dunno...Should I even go through with this stuff?...YOU DECIDE! Let's take a vote! I'll be looking forward to your freakishly long, depressing comments!

Next on the leest...I can do a wealth of accents due to my extreme 24 hours playing of Assassin's Creed! No really, I wished I played 24 hours...I only played one today...I was out for most of it. In the morning I went to go see my great-grandpa with my mom, cuz I had some thirties hits to play him, but he had some visitors (his cousin and my great-aunt-third-cousin-belluga-whale) so I stayed up there with them for like forty minutes then I went downstairs to play the piano for the little cleaning lady in there.

Then in the afternoon we went to go see the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit at the museum. I remain unimpressed. I mean, the exhibit was pretty much: "The Dead Sea Scrolls. Here They Are." And then you could look at them. I thought it was pretty cool to be able to look at scripture thousands of years old, particularly because it was in hebrew, but I mean...if you don't speak hebrew it's kinda boring, isn't it? I mean, all the people there with me couldn't even read it. What do you go through an exhibit like that thinking? 'Oh-wow! The middle east, in my backyard! It's so authentic!'

Huh.

Then I came home and washed the dishes.

And now I gotta go take a shower and put away the candles and take the laundry upstairs.

Toodles!
iguana :)

Four more days to go...

2010-04-28T17:18:00.000-07:00

I can't even check my email no more folks. I needs music! I'm listening to six13, but i only have three songs by them, and they're only so long. I can't blog wifout music. Luckily for us...

LAG BA'OMER IS ON SUNDAY!!!!!! MUSIC HOY!!!!

OOooooh yes. And you know what i'm gonna do to that piano in my classroom?..well...not much, cuz i can't even touch the cover without getting pounced on by the ultra-chassidish fifth graders screaming "I KEEP SECOND HALF SORRY YOU CAN'T PLAAAAAAY!!!" The whole 'but i take lessons and practice' argument was abandoned something like five hundred years ago when it was created, and the original rabanaan who made it were hounded by the rest of judiasim.

Some of my benefactors (whatevah the heck THAT means) wanted to know about my interview, which was with the prinicipals of the high school i'm going into. It happened today. Here's how it opened:

I was playing the TAM piano, which i was enjoying until I realized something. Their base C was broken. Not middle C, the base C one octave lower. IT DIDN'T PLAY! I was like: "How does u have piano with broken C, eh?" That's when the principal walked in.

"First test," she said, "Which key on our piano is broken?"
"The C," I blurted, "It's broken. How do you expect anyone to play it?"

She laughed and we went into her office, where the secular studies principal was waiting. She was pretty scary, I admit. She was hovering about an inch from my face the staring at me like some kind of transfixed bunny the whole interview (DONT ASK). So the opening question was:

"How would you describe yourself?"
what are you, my psychaitrist? (screw spelling, ima renegade)

I thought for a moment.
"Awesome, amazing, beautiful, and totally a genius."

When I repeated this to my class, (when i got back, they all wanted to hear the juicy details) they cracked up on the floor. (no joke)

"How did you say it with a straight face?" They asked. I shrugged. Anyways, back to the interview.

"Really?" Asked the english principal.
"Yuh," I said. Then I realized this was going on my permanent record. "Okay, not really, no, but I AM awesome."

So then we went onto the classes, schedule, uniforms, stuff like that. Also, I found this out- there's a 45 minute evrit class, 4 days a week. And they're walking 9th grade through dikdook from Hoveh to Nif'aal. That should help me, I think. And also, I told the hebrew principal about my dream to go to israel, and she was completely in favor. Howevs, when we left, she asked my mother about how fudge was doing. In the same tone you use to ask about one's small child who is recovering from some strange disease in the hospital. Yeah. When my mom told my bubbe about this, my wise old grandmother calmly responded;

"Yeah, she's a b***h"

Nice language, grandma! But then, I did have to survive living in a house with her and her sister for a week.

Craps, folks i just ran out of music. RUN!

-guana

Getting desperate now....

2010-04-22T17:29:00.000-07:00

*eyes dart nervously left and right*

Okay, the music withdrawl has gotten so bad, I've listened to the same three six13 accapella songs for A FULL WEEK STRAIGHT I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND!!! I've been singing Doctor horrible, and like....disney...! I have to go do my laundry in a few minutes, and I CANNAH LISTEN TO MY IPOD OH MY GRASH WHUT AM I GONNA DOOOO!?!?!?!?!?!

huh-huh-huh-huff huff....

..huff huff..

okay i think we're good now...

So, what has happened in my life so far you ask? Well, I shall tell you. I'm filling out an AC2 meme! It's been a lot of fun, inasmuch as I've gotten to draw Ezio clocking someone with a mace going "KLONK". I'm gonna submit it when it's done. Also, I got a new coloring program- Paint Tool Sei. Check it out, it's pretty cool. I'm still getting used to it, but the brushes are beautiful. The problem is that it doesn't edit very well, and most of my pictures are scanned in from my sketchbook...So if I want to color anything it gets kind of difficult. But I'm sure I'll figure it out someday.

Yearbook is gonna be done in like two weeks people! What'll i do? I practically do nothing at all to help the yearbook anyway, just every once in a while I email some snapshots to our editor and she puts them in. Seriously, i struck it rich picking photographer. Although I've heard in Senior year you get graded on yearbook...Just something I'm gonna have to fail then...

CALLING CONSENSUS!!!

Should I try out for the play next year? I don't know if I'm a good actor or not. I mean, I'd like to think so, but there are so many high schoolers out there who are better than me...next year I'm just gonna be a lowly freshman...like a little calf out there in a field of experienced Wisconsin dairy cows....

okay that came out wrong.

Ignoring that, I don't actually know if I'm any good. I plan to establish an awesome reputation in tam next year by playing the KEYS off their piano. Unless that's viewed as a bad thing. In which case I'll have to do it at secret during lunch period or something. Also, I've heard the principal of the high school is interviewing the girls in my class to find out what kind of people they are and what they want to do when they enter and leave tam.

Should I TELL her I plan to go to seminary in Israel and live there afterwords? Or is that frowned upon, seeing as my community is mostly anti-zionist.

My life is so full of questions.

Fudge don't you say a word. I don't wanna hear it. This is MY blog, so I get to rant about MY issues, even though they're only like two, because I lead a good life, bli'eh.

picking at her rubber bands with a viscosity, since 2009,
Iguana :\

Sphera is making me C-R-A-Z-Y...

2010-04-15T15:57:00.000-07:00

I'm dying of music withdrawl...

and brother withdrawl...

UGHHH!!!

Another words, can you believe the weather? 85 degrees in MILWAUKEE!!! Whoot. We had to take our class picture today...with our sweatshirts on in the sun. Yeah, NOT comfortable. I felt truly awful. And my hair was leh'not very well done (excuse our french), and i was looking directly into the sun so I couldn't smile. But I couldn't smile anyway cuz i was BOILING because it was friggin 80 degrees out. It's really not supposed to be 80 until like june. This nutty state i live in, i tell yah..

So..what else...I can't play piano in the school anymore...sniff...It's really rough cuz it give me nothing to do during break. So I draw cute little ac2 comics. But that can have drawbacks...see- yonina has started drawing them too. Here's the one she showed me today:

DIFFERANCES BETWEEN ALTAIR AND EZIO:

panel one- shows Ezio flirting with a group of women
panel two- shows Altair shoving the women rudely into walls.

yeah. nine year olds shouldn't really be drawing pictures of flirting, let me tell ya. But I made a lot of cute pictures of ezio flirting, so it's okay.

My hebrew class- looking up! My teacher actually started handing out word packets this week so there may be hope for the future! Oh, and big news people..big news..

ready?

go-

I'M GOING TO THE ORTHODONTIS TOMRROW MORNING TO HAVE HIM LOOK AT MY MOUTH AND SAY 'OH DEAR IGUANA IT LOOKS LIKE YOU DON'T NEED TO WEAR RUBBER BANDS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!'

ooooooooh yes. oooooooooh yes. No more rubber bands.

Of course now you'll all inform me that i've jinxed myself, so therefore Dr. Zussman will really tell me 'nope! No improvements! Wear them 23 hours a day and come see me in another 10198320984 years!' Yeah, I'll bet.

Oh, I figured out how to make a clip look nice in my hair. But I'm thinking of getting my hair cut on lag ba'omer. It's getting kinda long...and the weather is getting really hot. iguana + long hair + hot weather = leh'suck (pardon our french)

Well I think I'm about done here. I'ma go play ac2 now and make some italian ladies very happy.
see you next time!!!

'guana
-u-

Uhm well i dunno...

2010-04-11T15:07:00.000-07:00

I have like nothing to write for i am tired...

my brothers are leaving...

I AM SUFFERING FROM BROTHER WITHDRAWL!!!!

...

on the upside...i'll have a lot more time to glyph hunt in AC2...

meh.

Catchyall later,
guana :(

This Passover is OVER!!!!

2010-04-06T20:03:00.000-07:00

And I lived thru the whole thing!!!

Wanna hear something weird?

I obsessed my best friend with Ezio Auditore from AC 2...and she's never even seen him before..

NOICE!

Toodles,
guana ^U^

Ya'll biscuit heads!

2010-04-01T18:38:00.000-07:00

helloooooooo milwaukee!!

Today was a SENSATIONAL eighty degrees and mah family went to the zoo. I kinda wish we hadn't though, cuz we didn't really do anything except sweat a lot. Next time, i'd rather go to a park where i can sit on a bench in the SHADE and NOT move around, and WRITE in a NOTEBOOK or DRAW a COMIC. instead we WALKED AROUND in the HOT, GRUELING SUN, and looked at ANIMALS.

Yeah...not the funnest thing....

but still, at least i got to enjoy the weather. I'm still wondering...ya know, today IS april fools day...

Is this mother nature's greatest prank? 80 degrees in milwaukee in APRIL?

Meh. I dunno. I joined deviantart, i believe i said that already. If you want my profile link, ask for it in the comments thing, i don't feel like posting it up here. Besides, i don't think i'm gonna get much artwork done, seeing as my week is permanantely jammed in 'erev shabbat- erev yuntif'. For a while.

Reading WAY much more fan fiction than is healthy-
iguana =_=

No one will find me down here...

2010-03-29T08:20:00.001-07:00

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!

2010-03-25T09:43:00.000-07:00

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

2010-03-20T21:16:00.000-07:00

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...

2010-03-14T18:16:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2010-03-08T14:33:00.000-08:00

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...

2010-03-01T20:50:00.000-08:00

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

Happy Purim, floks!

2010-02-28T09:10:00.001-08:00

and I'm out.

We rejoin our friend and hero as...

2010-02-23T19:19:00.000-08:00

Hello again, folks! Iguana here, with the breaking news you all care about so much. Oooooh there's so much to talk about, you should prolly get some popcorn. No really. I'll wait.

Kay, got it? Good. First o all- i got my first F! Not really, but you know how it's like. Here's the situation- My PhyEd teacher divided us into groups and then assigned us each the same retarded song and said, and i quote: "Make up a dance using four given steps. You will either recieve an A for participating and showing me that you tried, or an F." Yeah, that's it. All of it. So...she expected a bunch of teenagers with no real life to make up a dramatic dance to a retarted song. Oh, and we had three days, forgot to mention that part. So, today was presentation. After complaining to the teach for a while and stating all the reasons why she shouldn't grade us too harshly, my group stumbled onto the stage and proceded to do absolutely nothing. No really, we were waiting for the music to que us in. The song has a 55 second intro. Now you know what I meant by retarted. So, after waiting 55 seconds on stage where everyone laughed at us, they laughed at us SOME MORE because our dancy was quote;

"nerdy and stupid"

which are like swear words as far as my school is concerned. So yeah, for the whole time we were straggling along up there, my teacher was scribbling with a pen on a clipboard. I'm pretty sure she wasn't noting how impressive we were.

So-anyway

Guess what's happening next week Monday March 1st?!?!? PURIM CARNIVAL!! You're invited! YES gym, 9:30-12:00 (girls only) $3 admission! You too can lob wet sponges at an unsuspecting teenager without even the slightest repercussion! Form a line people! Believe it or not, this year someone actually VOLUNTEERED to get sponged. But we didn't hold her back, cuz this kid was a flat our jerk. I actually know some people who would be more than happy to lob a sponge at her.

But alas, the sponge toss was not t'be my fate. Nope! Not me! I got the SHAVE THE BALLOON STAND!! w00t! Oh yeah! If you come to my school at the above time, just shamble over to the farthest end of the gym and gape in awe at my mountain (literally) of shaving cream. TREMBLE IN FEAR!! MWAHAHAHAHAH!! Last year, I actually started lobbing shaving cream at some snotty kids. And you get away with anything in that school as long as it's 'Purim Shtick'. Example: today I wrote my DOL (daily oral langauge, a sentence the teacher writes once a day on the board that we fix for grammer) in hebrew. Actually I don't know if I've gotten away with that yet. We'll know tomorrow. Anway back to the shaving cream. Bring a friend; i cover two balloons with shaving cream, and whoever shaves all the cream off their balloon first, wins! A ticket! Ooooh the stuff you can get with a TICKET! We've got like...laffy taffy's! And like...those little rubber frogs! And who could forget...DISGUISE GLASSES! Oh yes, you can bet next week's carnival will be a festival to remember.

Don't forget to send me money! That will also help!
Milwaukee WI,
53rd and concordia

Happy that hair dried nicely out of the shower,
iguana
^u^

They're here! They're here! They're fin-a-lully-here!

2010-02-18T15:30:00.000-08:00

Yes these are my yearbook pictures!! I'm sure I'm so glamorous you're all so jealous. The first pic is the one i'm using, but i scanned it a little wrong. YOu can hardly tell though, so it's fine. Taking the pictures was so annoying- i couldn't smile. I AM EXTREMELY NOT PHOTOGENIC. I grimace instead of smile. I only smiled when i made fun of my mom, that's when they took the picture.

Yeah, well i've got supper to eat so ENJOY THE PIC!

Artwrks...

2010-02-15T16:49:00.001-08:00

Featuring before/after/computer coloring/awesome/effects!!!

And some pics by my bro of Mass Effect 2. Funny if you know what's going on- this here's slim shady shepherd...and his normandy 2 console telling him how much mail he has. The rest are anime artworks done by me of charcters of my comic book "Sailor Comet" (don't laugh, it's rude). No critisisms please! I prefer to think I'm perfect.

TITLES:

1) unread messages
2) in the elevator with Zaeed
3) Sailor Borrelly cover
4) Sailor Encke and Sailor Halley (encke is a character from yonina's comic book- they're cousins in the books)
5) Dreamscape
6) Group shot.

ENJOY!

Gettin' my YEARBOOK pictures...

2010-02-15T07:03:00.000-08:00

wish me luck!! Will post when i get them. I also plan to make the best one my avatar. And YES chaiky, I'm going to wear LOTSA makeup and look VERY PRETTY.

Because if i don't im jumpin off a'roof.

ALSO- will be posting artwork done by me at duh same time. Cheerios!

Anxiously,
iguana- ^u^

"Irony is my left name, amanda.."

2010-02-06T18:38:00.000-08:00

Well folks I had an aboslutely splendid shabbat and I'm gonna share it with each and every one of ya.

Here is a detailed account of the great adventure I undetook this shabbat: (we ate lunch at the goldners, I'm skipping that part)

"Okay, we're going!" I then walked out the door, my parents and sister followed shortly behind. I was going to 8th grade b'not at the kollel to chill wif my friends, but my sister was going to her b'not which was at the shul across town. When we reached the part of the road where we'd need to seperate, my mom told me firmly:
"You'd better leave b'nos early to get her!"
I gulped.
I was not, not in a bazillion years, gonna leave b'not early. The thing's only an hour long for heaven's sake! It's like a twenty minute walk (and in cold cold weather whilst wearing a tiny jumper!), and that cut my small amount of awesome time with my friends in half! So I kept going to the kollel, which luckily, wasn't too far from the goldners'. But the wind was not easy on my legs. Yeesh! I shrank behind my purple scarf, but nothing really helped. I say, even now in the safety of my brown comfy chair with my warm laptop and gad elbaz streaming into my ears, that the wind was brutal just for me. Soon, I reached the kollel (meeting a friend on the way, heading to the same place) so we went in together.

It was a full house, but our councelor hadn't actually prepared anything, since the whole thing had been on pretty short notice so we just played freeze and justify, which I found out I am insanely good at (and then some).

For those of you who don't know, here's how to play and some examples of what we did:

Two people go up and perform a skit they made up on the spot (not unlike 'who's line is it anyway', which is where I got all my exp.) Then, someone says 'Freeze' and they have to stop in whatever pose they're in. Someone says 'justify so and so', and that person has to change the skit completely, and it can't be related at all to the last one. Here:

First skit: Me and a friend

Me: *looking on ground* hey, see that!
F.: what?
Me: *picks up an invisible object from floor* I think it's a coin!
F.: then it's mukzah!
Me: no, take a closer look (cups hands and holds them up to her)
OF: FREEZE. Justify iguana.
Me: *puppy eyes* can I have a little more?
F.: Uh, a little more what? I think I'm out.
Me: Please? (puts down bowl and leans against wall)
F.: Uhm...(she said something funny, but i don't remember whut she said)
Me: (puts hands on legs while leaning against wall)
OF: freeze! Justify iguana
Me: I think I pulled it..
F.: What?
Me: My leg, it really hurts (bends over)..do you have something I could use on it, or an excersize you could recommend?
F.:well i tink I have some cream...
Me: you put cream on your aching joints...?

and so and so on. Sooner or later, these other girls came on that were fantastic! But I don't want to go too far in. Almost immediately after we started playing, it was 3:30 already, so I went to get little sis from the shul. I knew I'd be pretty late, but it wouldn't kill her to wait a little, since she already tried to ruin my fun at b'not. I was pretty hot, since the room was small and heated pretty well, and I'd really been enjoying myself. So the cold didn't bother me. I made it to the shul in record time, only fifteen minutes late. But after scouring the whole place, I saw my sis wasn't here...And that would be prob-la-ma-tic.

"Someone must've walked her home." I thought out loud ( i do dat a lot) "They saw no one was coming and walked her home. Probably a councelor. Well, that's just great! I'm only fifteen minutes late! Don't these people wait?!"

So I started home, and walking pretty fast.

"If someone walked her home, that means my mom had to wake up and open the door for them, cuz littles sister doesn't have the key..That means not only did she have to cut her nap short, but she KNOWS I disobeyed her! Deliberately, no doubt!" I walked a bit faster.

"Or maybe a carpool decided to take her where they were going...Maybe she's at Raymond's with her friends...Maybe she decided to walk home herself and something happened to her....Man, I wonder what my mom's going to do when she finds out....Maybe she'll make me go to bed at like seven or something...No, I can't do that. Not possible. I'd just wait till she went to bed and get up and play mindless video games all night."

The whole thing reminded me of an episode of Sailor Moon where Sailor Moon was supposed to pick up her little cousin from her swim class, but she was a little late so the kid tried to walk herself home and it was storming so she got really lost.. (cept she was really Sailor Moon's daughter from the future, not to mention the only heir to the White thrown, so there were all types of people from the future tracking her down and trying to kill her, which didn't make me feel any better about MY situation, but it probably didn't apply).

I was nearly home when I saw two figures about a block ahead of me. They looked like kids of my little sis's grade, which made me feel better.

"Not everyone's gone home yet! Those could be kids from sister's b'not!"

But as I got closer, I recognized the coats the figures were wearing, and they seemed to grow taller.

"Wait a minute," I said out loud, "That's M. and T. (not saying their names, they won't appreciate it. Child, u know who I mean) ! But...are they going to my house? Well, that's not gonna work, I'm not home!"

I began to run. I saw them turn around the corner.

"Wait, they could just be going to M's house....but that's really far away from T's house and shabbat ends in two hours. They wouldn't be there that long..." They passed a girl coming my direction. I concurred they must be going to my house, so I ran faster.

"Are they going to my house?!?" I yelled at the girl (she knows me) as I ran past. She shrugged. I managed to catch up with them just as they were walking away from my house, after knocking and not getting any reply.

"There you are!" M said.
"Yeah, I've been searching the whole city for my little sister." I explained, "I didn't find her at the shul...I don't know where she is..."
"Well, why don't you just go inside and warm up?" M. suggested.
"Is the door open?" I asked, and leaned on the door. It opened right away, curiously. I went inside. Gazing over the living room, I happened to notice the brown chair was rocking incredibely fast, as if someone had just jumped out of it....

"SURPRISE!" Yelled my little sister.
"You're HERE?!" I shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"I went home with mommy," she said.
"Mommy took you home from b'not?" gulp. Not good...then she'd know I never showed up.
"No, I didn't go to bnos at all. I didn't want to."
"Buh...uh...er..." My eyes crossed.

I fell over.

so the story ends. I coudn't feel my legs for an hour, but my friends and I played games and ate cake. Then they stayed over after shabbat and we watched Taylor Swift music videos. It was good times....

Till later, folks!
Rubbing her sore eyebrows (just got plucked),
iguana :{

Becuz...

2010-02-02T15:34:00.001-08:00

Yes, children, it seems yet another week has come by. My mom has somehow managed to obsess me with Gad Elbaz (in the worst way) and now i can't stop listening to him. Though I have a feeling that this won't last long, cuz i always blog from my lappy, and my lappy has super-crap lan options. So if I can't get Gad Elbaz from my mom's computer to this one becuz the lappy don't feel like lan networking today, i can't really listen to him. Which will either make me end the obsession or turn into a mutant gerbil. I'm desperately hoping for the mutant gerbil thing, but i don't think it's happening.

FLASH

I bought three new bottles of nailpolish though. AWESOMEST COLORS i gotta say. Yes I'm a full teenager now (complete with zits that make you want to puke!) Problem is...if i'm gonna keep blowing money on nailpolish, i'm gonna need more money. Actually, these bottles were a dollar a piece, and i've got somewhere like 24 sweet american dollars, so i'm not desperate. But still...So that's where my plan comes in....right...here!

...

Kay, i don't got no plan. Maybe I'll be able to like steal my bro's milkshake business when he graduates, but honestly, his highschool is a dorm. Mine isn't. People will not be that desperate for milkshakes. Besides, the seniors would arrange my murder before i'd sold more than three shakes anyway. So that no worky. Uh...huh...(scratches head)...

Come on people help me out!! How can a girl make some money in this joint??!

Milwaukee, WI

53rd street.

mail me something.

Finally!

2010-01-29T12:35:00.000-08:00

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!

2010-01-16T21:32:00.000-08:00

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

2010-01-10T19:20:00.000-08:00

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.

I survived the fast

2009-12-29T15:46:00.000-08:00

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 >_>

Happy fast times, peeps.

2009-12-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

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 (

Reaching for the coffee, dropping the donut

2009-12-20T19:05:00.000-08:00

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)

Headache of the century...

2009-12-14T17:48:00.000-08:00

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

Make it dance! Make it prance!

2009-12-08T18:35:00.000-08:00

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 >:\

G-d preserve us all

2009-12-06T18:03:00.000-08:00

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 :{

The winter is among us

2009-12-03T17:37:00.000-08:00

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

My adventures in make-up land

2009-12-02T17:59:00.000-08:00

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

Got it anyway

2009-12-01T16:05:00.000-08:00

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

Dodging germs at every corner!

2009-11-30T05:53:00.001-08:00

Yes, well my sister is sick. With something pretty bad. By that it means 'she may not be in school for a few days'.

Do you know what that means to an 8th grader? Oh yeah, sure, you people are all like out of college already and you're all like '8th grade? That was so much fun!'. Yeah. Right.

YOU CAN DIE FROM MISSING THAT MANY DAYS OF SCHOOL!!!!

Don't you ever think about all those NOTES you're MISSING?! How will you PASS THE TEST?! WILL THAT PIMPLE BE GONE BY FRIDAY?!?!(no).

These are just the simple questions that I think of when i am sick. The non-simple questions get worse. Such as; how can i work on my comic book if i am sick? That thing is my pride and joy! AND I WON'T GET TO WORK ON IT BECUZ I'M TOO BUSY DROWNING IN OVERDUE PAPERS!!!

it's 7:56 Am. I gotta go to school in 4 minutes. So i guess dat's the end of this post. But there'll be more. Trust me.

I guess i'm not as dead as i thought i was

2009-08-31T18:56:00.000-07:00

surprise, ya'll.