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Thursday, March 27, 2008
spring cleaning (can you say ick)
Dear everyone,
I guess this is why we pay $10,000 in taxes every year: our garbage collectors ROCK. Our public schools? Honestly, we could use some more tracking. But the trash guys--and gals--kudos to you.
This morning, while I was still blissfully asleep, my mom apparently called up the garbage collectors and asked them if, for two hundred bucks, she could have them pick up anything we wanted to dispose of. They agreed, and at 10 in the morning, she was standing in front of my recently woken-up self with a looming box of Hefty bags, saying, "We have a project."
Well, we then spent over two hours (until my mom had to go pick up my brother and sister from their half day) pulling out dirt-covered sleds, wooden planks, too-small clothing, and other equally pleasant items from a garage, where we had to stop when it started raining; attic; and sunroom slathered in useless stuff. Yes, I feel like I've accomplished something, but I also have the horrible urge to vacuum.
See, a couple of months ago, I discovered our cleaning ladies had stolen not just several hundred dollars from me, but also a gold ring with a good-sized ruby and six small diamonds. It wasn't the kind of thing you can replace. My mom found it on the streets of New York City years ago. So even when my advisor kindly offered a gold ring with a ruby and diamonds that she "didn't want," it wasn't the same, and I just couldn't take her jewelry.
So my mother fired them, and, long story short, my stairway and room became dust hell. While in a cleaning frenzy a couple of days ago to make my room acceptable before a friend came over, I pulled a rather unfriendly-looking wad of dust out from under my overloaded and tilting bookshelf. It's disgruntling to see layers of the stuff sitting around the place where you live, especially when your little sister has horrible asthma triggered chiefly by dust mites.
I have to go--my sister's got two friends over, my brother's got one, and I've got up the motivation to vacuum.
Adios amigos.
I guess this is why we pay $10,000 in taxes every year: our garbage collectors ROCK. Our public schools? Honestly, we could use some more tracking. But the trash guys--and gals--kudos to you.
This morning, while I was still blissfully asleep, my mom apparently called up the garbage collectors and asked them if, for two hundred bucks, she could have them pick up anything we wanted to dispose of. They agreed, and at 10 in the morning, she was standing in front of my recently woken-up self with a looming box of Hefty bags, saying, "We have a project."
Well, we then spent over two hours (until my mom had to go pick up my brother and sister from their half day) pulling out dirt-covered sleds, wooden planks, too-small clothing, and other equally pleasant items from a garage, where we had to stop when it started raining; attic; and sunroom slathered in useless stuff. Yes, I feel like I've accomplished something, but I also have the horrible urge to vacuum.
See, a couple of months ago, I discovered our cleaning ladies had stolen not just several hundred dollars from me, but also a gold ring with a good-sized ruby and six small diamonds. It wasn't the kind of thing you can replace. My mom found it on the streets of New York City years ago. So even when my advisor kindly offered a gold ring with a ruby and diamonds that she "didn't want," it wasn't the same, and I just couldn't take her jewelry.
So my mother fired them, and, long story short, my stairway and room became dust hell. While in a cleaning frenzy a couple of days ago to make my room acceptable before a friend came over, I pulled a rather unfriendly-looking wad of dust out from under my overloaded and tilting bookshelf. It's disgruntling to see layers of the stuff sitting around the place where you live, especially when your little sister has horrible asthma triggered chiefly by dust mites.
I have to go--my sister's got two friends over, my brother's got one, and I've got up the motivation to vacuum.
Adios amigos.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
books and movies
Don't worry, this time there's a reason for the title of the post being "movies."
BOOKS:
-The Hotel New Hampshire The end, even if it wasn't ugly or big or violent enough, even if it didn't have enough fatalism or barbells or did "not merit so much as a moan from Screaming Annie," despite all these supposed flaws, it was definitely right.
-1984 Just started this one, as opposed to just having finished the previous book, but I'm convinced that it's got just the right amount of confusing to make sense. (I wonder if I can say "just" one more time in a single sentence.)
-Discordia: The Eleventh Dimension I read this all today. It was pretty short and very difficult to read but easy to get through, if you know what I mean. This book was written by my the mother of one of my mom's favorite old students; the mother's name is Dena K. Salmon (how cool is that?). Actually, it hasn't even been published yet; what I got to read was a sort of pre-edition, a draft, a mock-up. I liked it very much all the same.
-Jane Eyre Look, maybe there was a rather interest-renewing murder right where I left off, but Brontë is going to have to try just a little harder to keep my attention span on its toes. I have to abandon this one until there's really no reading material left, at which point I will finally burn it and make a beeline for that great used bookstore in Princeton.
-The Mayor of Casterbridge Tom...Tom...Wake up, man. Where'd you go? I thought you'd changed. I thought this novel, maybe, was going to get the plot going before the last three pages. It did, too, and I was so proud, even optimistic for once in my life. Unfortunately, though, I have hit a wall. Hopefully, this dull and wordy section is just a bump in the road, as there were many of in Tess. So to be fair, and also because I otherwise love your work, once I finish 1984, I'll give this one an honest second chance.
MOVIES:
-JUNO Yes, I saw this a while ago, but I finally ripped the soundtrack from my mom's officemate's CD to my laptop, and I can't stop listening. Unfortunately, I can't transfer the songs to my iPod either. Oh well, can't win 'em all.
-27 Dresses I have to say that my least favorite dress in the whole thing was that of Katharine Heigl's character at her own wedding. I'm sorry, but the overly heavy overcoat-like layer of embroidery just does not do it for me. I prefer the Southern Belle dress; at least that one's got a sense of humor.
-South Pacific I'll admit it, I've seen it roughly a quadrillion times, but my grandmother and I, what with the combination of my deep and unnatural mind-craving to hear the earworm My Girl Back Home and her slightly nauseating nostalgia for the flick, we just had to watch it.
-Schindler's List Sorry, sorry, the list is getting long, but believe me, I'm omitting some. (Obviously I've had nothing to do over President's Day weekend but sit around like an oaf, eating and watching movies.) All I can say is that I'm honestly not as much of a night person as the me that watched this movie until 2:30 in the morning without having had any coffee whatsoever since noon that morning--and I'm especially not the me who cried like she was mourning the death of her own mother watching the part at the end where Schindler's Jews today put stones on his grave. If you haven't seen it, you're either living under a rock or you're full of pitiable ignorance. Or, of course, both could be the case.
I'll try to make links out of these tomorrow, but right now, I've got a dystopia and a Winston to catch up with.
BOOKS:
-The Hotel New Hampshire The end, even if it wasn't ugly or big or violent enough, even if it didn't have enough fatalism or barbells or did "not merit so much as a moan from Screaming Annie," despite all these supposed flaws, it was definitely right.
-1984 Just started this one, as opposed to just having finished the previous book, but I'm convinced that it's got just the right amount of confusing to make sense. (I wonder if I can say "just" one more time in a single sentence.)
-Discordia: The Eleventh Dimension I read this all today. It was pretty short and very difficult to read but easy to get through, if you know what I mean. This book was written by my the mother of one of my mom's favorite old students; the mother's name is Dena K. Salmon (how cool is that?). Actually, it hasn't even been published yet; what I got to read was a sort of pre-edition, a draft, a mock-up. I liked it very much all the same.
-Jane Eyre Look, maybe there was a rather interest-renewing murder right where I left off, but Brontë is going to have to try just a little harder to keep my attention span on its toes. I have to abandon this one until there's really no reading material left, at which point I will finally burn it and make a beeline for that great used bookstore in Princeton.
-The Mayor of Casterbridge Tom...Tom...Wake up, man. Where'd you go? I thought you'd changed. I thought this novel, maybe, was going to get the plot going before the last three pages. It did, too, and I was so proud, even optimistic for once in my life. Unfortunately, though, I have hit a wall. Hopefully, this dull and wordy section is just a bump in the road, as there were many of in Tess. So to be fair, and also because I otherwise love your work, once I finish 1984, I'll give this one an honest second chance.
MOVIES:
-JUNO Yes, I saw this a while ago, but I finally ripped the soundtrack from my mom's officemate's CD to my laptop, and I can't stop listening. Unfortunately, I can't transfer the songs to my iPod either. Oh well, can't win 'em all.
-27 Dresses I have to say that my least favorite dress in the whole thing was that of Katharine Heigl's character at her own wedding. I'm sorry, but the overly heavy overcoat-like layer of embroidery just does not do it for me. I prefer the Southern Belle dress; at least that one's got a sense of humor.
-South Pacific I'll admit it, I've seen it roughly a quadrillion times, but my grandmother and I, what with the combination of my deep and unnatural mind-craving to hear the earworm My Girl Back Home and her slightly nauseating nostalgia for the flick, we just had to watch it.
-Schindler's List Sorry, sorry, the list is getting long, but believe me, I'm omitting some. (Obviously I've had nothing to do over President's Day weekend but sit around like an oaf, eating and watching movies.) All I can say is that I'm honestly not as much of a night person as the me that watched this movie until 2:30 in the morning without having had any coffee whatsoever since noon that morning--and I'm especially not the me who cried like she was mourning the death of her own mother watching the part at the end where Schindler's Jews today put stones on his grave. If you haven't seen it, you're either living under a rock or you're full of pitiable ignorance. Or, of course, both could be the case.
I'll try to make links out of these tomorrow, but right now, I've got a dystopia and a Winston to catch up with.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
what a pain
Because this is going to be a rambling and self-centered post, posing my question first is probably the best idea, as you won't want to read what the post is about, so: what allergies do you have?
And now on to the post.
I have the most annoying allergies. I'm lactose intolerant, plus I break out in horrible hives all over my body if I have any kind of ibuprofen, so I can't ever take Advil or Motrin. This sucks even more than it normally would because as my dad has recently been discovered to have liver problems, my mom won't really let me take Tylenol. Also, using a lot of conditioner--which is actually good for my hair and is the only thing stopping the terrible frizz I usually have--gives me weird red bumps on my scalp, and wearing jewelry that's not gold gives me the same thing on my back or wrist, depending what jewelry I'm wearing. Rings are the worst (don't need to explain), but I figure I can avoid any earring problems by only wearing gold ones, which is pretty damn inconvenient because good gold earrings are about 40 bucks a pair. Ugh.
And now on to the post.
I have the most annoying allergies. I'm lactose intolerant, plus I break out in horrible hives all over my body if I have any kind of ibuprofen, so I can't ever take Advil or Motrin. This sucks even more than it normally would because as my dad has recently been discovered to have liver problems, my mom won't really let me take Tylenol. Also, using a lot of conditioner--which is actually good for my hair and is the only thing stopping the terrible frizz I usually have--gives me weird red bumps on my scalp, and wearing jewelry that's not gold gives me the same thing on my back or wrist, depending what jewelry I'm wearing. Rings are the worst (don't need to explain), but I figure I can avoid any earring problems by only wearing gold ones, which is pretty damn inconvenient because good gold earrings are about 40 bucks a pair. Ugh.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
nightmares
It is very possible that I am going to burst into madness right about...now.
This is like some horrible Arthur rerun.
My bat mitzvah and the bat mitzvah of my friend from my old school are on the exact same day, at the exact same times. And of course, our lists of people to invite are nothing if not identical.
Ohhh I really don't feel good now.
This is like some horrible Arthur rerun.
My bat mitzvah and the bat mitzvah of my friend from my old school are on the exact same day, at the exact same times. And of course, our lists of people to invite are nothing if not identical.
Ohhh I really don't feel good now.
Monday, January 28, 2008
try this one out for suckiness
You may think your life sucks. But oh, my friend, you haven't even begun to know the meaning of the word "suck" until you've heard the story of my day.
I started off the day with a finger-sized sesame seed bar for breakfast, and an hour or so later, I was sitting through a French class the likes of which no one has ever seen. The mispronunciation was profound. I found myself wincing at my classmates the whole time...and the funniest/worst parts of it are that they are the ones everyone thinks are so great, and the teacher refused to call on me. Then came recess, at which point my entire torso began to hurt. My ribs, sides, back, head, back of neck, and especially stomach. The stomach is pretty much the worst.
All throughout English, social studies, music, and lunch, I was completely consumed by the dagger-like dynamic of the whole thing. Finally, at lunch recess, I couldn't take it anymore and went to the nurse, who only amplified it by practically crushing my arms, taking my blood pressure more than four times. At last my mom came to take me home. I'm missing help homeroom and science...not such a loss, really, but I was going to get a couple of grades back in science, so that's sort of annoying.
But when we got home, we were locked out because my little sister (who walks around the corner to her public school) had the key. So I had to wait in the freezing cold, overtaken by pain, for twenty minutes, waiting for my mom to retrieve the key from my sister. My sister was probably in class and deeply embarrassed by this, which happened also with my dad earlier this week. Twice in the past few days, she's had a parent come sheepishly into her classroom, asking for the house key.
Still it doesn't let up, after a hearty dose of Tylenol and Tums, upon whom I have, until now, completely relied on to cure me of any pain I may be experiencing.
AHH
I started off the day with a finger-sized sesame seed bar for breakfast, and an hour or so later, I was sitting through a French class the likes of which no one has ever seen. The mispronunciation was profound. I found myself wincing at my classmates the whole time...and the funniest/worst parts of it are that they are the ones everyone thinks are so great, and the teacher refused to call on me. Then came recess, at which point my entire torso began to hurt. My ribs, sides, back, head, back of neck, and especially stomach. The stomach is pretty much the worst.
All throughout English, social studies, music, and lunch, I was completely consumed by the dagger-like dynamic of the whole thing. Finally, at lunch recess, I couldn't take it anymore and went to the nurse, who only amplified it by practically crushing my arms, taking my blood pressure more than four times. At last my mom came to take me home. I'm missing help homeroom and science...not such a loss, really, but I was going to get a couple of grades back in science, so that's sort of annoying.
But when we got home, we were locked out because my little sister (who walks around the corner to her public school) had the key. So I had to wait in the freezing cold, overtaken by pain, for twenty minutes, waiting for my mom to retrieve the key from my sister. My sister was probably in class and deeply embarrassed by this, which happened also with my dad earlier this week. Twice in the past few days, she's had a parent come sheepishly into her classroom, asking for the house key.
Still it doesn't let up, after a hearty dose of Tylenol and Tums, upon whom I have, until now, completely relied on to cure me of any pain I may be experiencing.
AHH
Friday, January 18, 2008
updates on my life in case you care--and if you don't, well, I kind of have to wonder what you're doing on this blog
Hey everyone--
Just adding some little tidbits here because my laptop has suddenly developed an inability to connect to the internet, so I'm on my mom's laptop and may not be able to post normally for a good long while.
And now, a couple new inside-ish jokes, because I can't add to my AIM account like I normally can because of my laptop's wireless being down:
-THEY LOVED IT???
-going up with a necklace, that's brave
-me, you, and Mrs. Stark! this will be such fun
-don't worry, I'll try to restore the bizarre nerd version of me while I'm gone
Later!
--the (web) hostess with the...mostess
Just adding some little tidbits here because my laptop has suddenly developed an inability to connect to the internet, so I'm on my mom's laptop and may not be able to post normally for a good long while.
And now, a couple new inside-ish jokes, because I can't add to my AIM account like I normally can because of my laptop's wireless being down:
-THEY LOVED IT???
-going up with a necklace, that's brave
-me, you, and Mrs. Stark! this will be such fun
-don't worry, I'll try to restore the bizarre nerd version of me while I'm gone
Later!
--the (web) hostess with the...mostess
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
shower
This is a slightly weird question but I'm curious...
Does everyone take showers as long as mine? I usually take about 25 minutes. If I could spend longer, I would, but at the 25-minute mark the hot water runs out. I've heard a couple friends say they take 40- or 50-minutes showers, and I envy them deeply for their water heaters' capacity.
Or are you one of those annoyingly good people who only showers for 5 minutes?
Does everyone take showers as long as mine? I usually take about 25 minutes. If I could spend longer, I would, but at the 25-minute mark the hot water runs out. I've heard a couple friends say they take 40- or 50-minutes showers, and I envy them deeply for their water heaters' capacity.
Or are you one of those annoyingly good people who only showers for 5 minutes?
Friday, December 28, 2007
hacking
OK people, I just want to make sure you know you're warned...
If you're the one who took it upon yourself to CHANGE MY ICON to something seriously inappropriate tonight, you better WATCH YOUR @$$. I'm going to track you down, and when I do, well, you better hope I'm feeling merciful...because you'll be in a mighty fine predicament.
Sincerely,
a classy-not-trashy girl who doesn't want any goofing around
If you're the one who took it upon yourself to CHANGE MY ICON to something seriously inappropriate tonight, you better WATCH YOUR @$$. I'm going to track you down, and when I do, well, you better hope I'm feeling merciful...because you'll be in a mighty fine predicament.
Sincerely,
a classy-not-trashy girl who doesn't want any goofing around
Monday, December 24, 2007
Orange You Glad?
Hey all my faithful readers!
Check out this orange I cloved. Usually the only benefit of these is a seriously awesome smell for a day or two (or until the oranges rot). But this time it's satire I achieve with "Two-Faced Orange."
Sorry if it looks weird that it's just my hand; my mom pointed out the valid point that internet pedophiles could acquire my picture and ruin my life by attaching my head to a nude body, so I figured only the hand was the way to go.
Peace and chicken grease, me
Thursday, December 20, 2007
RUN FROM THE EARWORM!
No, no, it's not some kind of freaky brain infection, jeez. It's the technical term for a song you have stuck in your head. I found this out about a year ago in some magazine, and for some reason it's stayed with me ever since--almost as if it were an earworm itself.
Right now I've got "With a Little Help from my Friends" going around and around in circles in my head, replaying itself over and over.
ARGH! I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Right now I've got "With a Little Help from my Friends" going around and around in circles in my head, replaying itself over and over.
ARGH! I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Friday, December 14, 2007
pizza and chinese: a reflection
Pizza comes in many forms, and so does Chinese food. Personally, I like vegetable pizza and moo shoo pork -- and some may like 'em hot, but I like 'em cold. Ice-fishing cold. South-pole cold. Hitler's-heart cold. (That was a good one.)
Share your opinions please...
Love, the girlie with 3 identities
Share your opinions please...
Love, the girlie with 3 identities
Friday, December 7, 2007
sports thoughts
I wonder what it would be like to be an Olympic athlete, with a myriad of trophies...I think I'd actually like it, not because I'm so strong or anything, but because I am super-competitive and love to win. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher almost banned me from playing games because I got so mad when I lost...haha.
I also really like swimming, softball, and soccer. I'm pretty good at soccer--my team is the best in the league--and also not half bad at swimming, either. This summer, I was on vacation for six weeks at this great place in New England with two lakes. It was great because I went swimming literally every day. By the end of the summer, I was pretty damn tan (for a redhead, at least) and muscled...great feeling. Beaches rule. I've done 4 or 5 years of softball but skipped it last year. I'm more into following professional baseball, but I can play OK.
I wish I could play basketball, but I'm truly bad. I get all gawky and ridiculous, and people hate me for it...everyone says that because I'm tall that I should be able to play well, but they are sadly wrong.
I also really like swimming, softball, and soccer. I'm pretty good at soccer--my team is the best in the league--and also not half bad at swimming, either. This summer, I was on vacation for six weeks at this great place in New England with two lakes. It was great because I went swimming literally every day. By the end of the summer, I was pretty damn tan (for a redhead, at least) and muscled...great feeling. Beaches rule. I've done 4 or 5 years of softball but skipped it last year. I'm more into following professional baseball, but I can play OK.
I wish I could play basketball, but I'm truly bad. I get all gawky and ridiculous, and people hate me for it...everyone says that because I'm tall that I should be able to play well, but they are sadly wrong.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Music vids you have to see/hear
Here are the links of a few music videos to songs I love. If you choose not to play these, you choose to go on my hit list. Just kidding, I am not psycho and don't have a hit list, but really. You don't even have to watch them or like them, just listen to them -- just the first 30 seconds, if you really can't stand it. Believe me, I have taste.
-"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne
-"She Loves You" by The Beatles
-"Lonely Road" by Everlast
-"Loser" by Beck
-"It Must Be Summer" by Fountains of Wayne
-"I Should Be Allowed to Think" by They Might Be Giants
-"End of the Tour" by They Might Be Giants
Love,
the wild little lady from Austin, TX
-"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne
-"She Loves You" by The Beatles
-"Lonely Road" by Everlast
-"Loser" by Beck
-"It Must Be Summer" by Fountains of Wayne
-"I Should Be Allowed to Think" by They Might Be Giants
-"End of the Tour" by They Might Be Giants
Love,
the wild little lady from Austin, TX
Saturday, December 1, 2007
December is here
YAY PEOPLE IT IS FINALLY DECEMBER!!!!!
This means Hanukkah and Christmas for me, plus two sweet weeks off for winter break! Aah, I lurve December.
Today, I had my piano recital. I played the Pochod Marsch by Prokofiev. Yes, I hesitated once or twice while I was playing it, but cut me some slack -- I've been sick for a couple of days now and am still not entirely 100 percent.
Hanukkah starts in three days. I can't wait to get my presents! Plus, my family plays this game every night of Hanukkah where, in the evening, when the candles are all lit, we bet on which candle will be the last one to burn out. It's a great outlet for my competitive nature because when I lose, at least it's not a big deal, so it really is just for fun.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
apologies
I am sorry to God for taking His name in vain so much.
I am sorry to my mom for staying in my room all the time.
I am sorry to all the hungry people in the world for throwing away perfectly good food.
I am sorry to my piano teacher for never practicing.
I am sorry to my bat mitzvah tutor for never practicing.
And finally...
I am sorry to all you peeps out there for not posting more, and when I do post, not posting about anything much worthwhile to read.
I am sorry to my mom for staying in my room all the time.
I am sorry to all the hungry people in the world for throwing away perfectly good food.
I am sorry to my piano teacher for never practicing.
I am sorry to my bat mitzvah tutor for never practicing.
And finally...
I am sorry to all you peeps out there for not posting more, and when I do post, not posting about anything much worthwhile to read.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Princeton
I just spent my weekend in Princeton, New Jersey--two nights staying in a city no more than an hour and a half from my home. Sounds odd, I know, and that's not just you; that's because it is.
We arrived at our destination on Friday afternoon, but our room wasn't ready yet because they were still cleaning, so we hung out in the lobby for a while before we were admitted. That night, we ventured into the city for a bite at Tom Yum Goong, a local Thai restaurant. I ordered coconut soup and Thai salad, but don't think for a minute that that means I didn't help myself to chicken satay, vegetable rolls, my sister's "Crazy Noodles," and my dad's...whatever it is that he got. Near the end of the meal, my siblings got bored and walked to a health food store across the street, where my mom allowed them to be alone for no longer than 30 seconds before freaking out that there might be "health food perverts" at the store who wanted to kidnap my brother and sister.
Yes, they are crazy, good observation.
Afterwards, we used the pool and gym, neither of which one under the age of 18 is allowed to enter without adult accompaniment.
Then yesterday, my mom took my brother and sister to the gym and subsequently the pool at 5:15 a.m. Of course, the pool didn't open until 6, so they were in the exercise room for 45 minutes before that. I tell you, crazy people, I live with CRAZY PEOPLE. Do I need any more evidence?
At a more natural time of the morning, we ate breakfast in the hotel -- I only had 2 cups of coffee because I'd had miniature rice cakes and some freaky sort of preserves from the accursed health food store of last night in the room and was not hungry. Then we walked around the freezing streets of Princeton, where I was eventually forced by the temperatures to buy fuzzy socks, which yes, I am wearing now.
We stopped at Hoagie Haven for sustenance. I got a hot pastrami sub. Yay. (Needless to say, I also extensively sampled my mother's cheese fries. Come on, they were so nice and hot! [Hot was my first word--double yay. Sorry, you probably don't want to know that much.])
La la la...boring boring...pool, gym, tennis, Mexican food, TV, whatever...
We left this morning at nine. When I felt how relieved I was to get away from "family time" and go back to my 3rd-floor closet-sized room, I realized just how much I like to be alone. Ahhh.
We arrived at our destination on Friday afternoon, but our room wasn't ready yet because they were still cleaning, so we hung out in the lobby for a while before we were admitted. That night, we ventured into the city for a bite at Tom Yum Goong, a local Thai restaurant. I ordered coconut soup and Thai salad, but don't think for a minute that that means I didn't help myself to chicken satay, vegetable rolls, my sister's "Crazy Noodles," and my dad's...whatever it is that he got. Near the end of the meal, my siblings got bored and walked to a health food store across the street, where my mom allowed them to be alone for no longer than 30 seconds before freaking out that there might be "health food perverts" at the store who wanted to kidnap my brother and sister.
Yes, they are crazy, good observation.
Afterwards, we used the pool and gym, neither of which one under the age of 18 is allowed to enter without adult accompaniment.
Then yesterday, my mom took my brother and sister to the gym and subsequently the pool at 5:15 a.m. Of course, the pool didn't open until 6, so they were in the exercise room for 45 minutes before that. I tell you, crazy people, I live with CRAZY PEOPLE. Do I need any more evidence?
At a more natural time of the morning, we ate breakfast in the hotel -- I only had 2 cups of coffee because I'd had miniature rice cakes and some freaky sort of preserves from the accursed health food store of last night in the room and was not hungry. Then we walked around the freezing streets of Princeton, where I was eventually forced by the temperatures to buy fuzzy socks, which yes, I am wearing now.
We stopped at Hoagie Haven for sustenance. I got a hot pastrami sub. Yay. (Needless to say, I also extensively sampled my mother's cheese fries. Come on, they were so nice and hot! [Hot was my first word--double yay. Sorry, you probably don't want to know that much.])
La la la...boring boring...pool, gym, tennis, Mexican food, TV, whatever...
We left this morning at nine. When I felt how relieved I was to get away from "family time" and go back to my 3rd-floor closet-sized room, I realized just how much I like to be alone. Ahhh.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
the meaning of Thanksgiving
Props to Mom, who gave me this idea, and without whom I would probably be stuck with eternal blogger's block.Some of my younger friends might say that the meaning of Thanksgiving is to turn Thanksgiving Weekend into a "Thanxgiveaway Wiikend," as Comedy Central says. My siblings, bless their little hearts, may say the point of the holiday is to skim the marshmallows off the sweet potatoes when nobody seems to be looking. Different people might think the turkey's the thing and that the only real issue worth thinking about is where to find the little chef's hats that go on the ends of the turkey's legs. And still others may spew some crap about Christopher Columbus and his "discovery" of the New World (my least favorite legend).
Well, what do I think? Good question, even if you didn't ask it. I say the London Food Company has got it right--along with Crane's Deli and Food Shoppe, manufacturer of the fabulous Plymouth Turkey Sub. The meaning of Thanksgiving is to be thankful for all the different mediums this particular bird's meat can be translated into--pie, sandwich, stew, cold cuts--the possibilities are endless.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
being the -est
Wassup my loving fan-peeps?! I just wanted to point out how awesomely funnishly great it is to be the -est. The best, the prettiest, the smartest, the funniest...all that good stuff. Not that I am, but it must be nice for everyone else who is. :) Just a celebration of the nice things today, nothing about the loneliness or unrequited love or problems you see on my moodget.
<3 your faithful tex author
<3 your faithful tex author
Thursday, October 18, 2007
welcome to my little corner of the world
Hey everyone, this is it! My blog! Thanks to anyone reading this...if anyone's reading this...oh well. Whatever.
Well if you are, thanks anyway.
-texasgrrl95
Well if you are, thanks anyway.
-texasgrrl95
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