Aha, they've finally printed it: girls are more technology-savvy than boys. Especially in the blogging department, where the numbers are very feel-good towards me and other teenage girls.
The only area in which male use surpasses female is that of video posting, and that's not because women lack the technological talent, but because video posting is more about impressing others than expressing oneself. Teehee.
Check out the Times article:
Sorry, Boys, This Is Our Domain - New York Times
To all my female blogging friends, blog on!
And thanks once more to Dad for showing me this article.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
deer
The deer! They escaped from the crazed hunters in the South Mountain Reservation! Well, three of them did, at least. I'm so happy. My mom is too. I pointed them out to her from our landing window. They did look pretty huge to me from there, although they do appear admittedly small here. I fixed the photo, though, so that it's brighter and better quality, and you can see them better. This is all in my backyard (and my neighbors behind the fence and to the far left). Doesn't it resemble a wonderland?
Their new names are Sleepy, Dopey, and Grumpy, after my three favorite dwarves. Not counting Kai.
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 16, 2008
movies
Hello losers, winners, and those of you in 2nd place...and apparently, thanks to Megan at http://lablover12.blogspot.com/ , hello to President Bush and his FBI. (Shout-out to Mike at the White House.)
Sorry I haven't posted for almost a week; there just hasn't been too much going on. But a great artist, especially a great writer, can make something out of nothing.
This week turned my crew for the school play into something dismal. What used to be a seemingly vital job--props for Macbeth--has become basketball with the gym teacher. "If you want to join the guys," he says, and play basketball for an hour, the other two girls in Props and Painting and I are welcome to do so. Otherwise, we can just sit there and watch the kids who are actually in the play rehearse. It's only kind of amusing, because the director guy yells so FRICKIN loud whenever he gets a touch angry about something, and then everyone is completely stiff.
It's embarrassing.
Sorry I haven't posted for almost a week; there just hasn't been too much going on. But a great artist, especially a great writer, can make something out of nothing.
This week turned my crew for the school play into something dismal. What used to be a seemingly vital job--props for Macbeth--has become basketball with the gym teacher. "If you want to join the guys," he says, and play basketball for an hour, the other two girls in Props and Painting and I are welcome to do so. Otherwise, we can just sit there and watch the kids who are actually in the play rehearse. It's only kind of amusing, because the director guy yells so FRICKIN loud whenever he gets a touch angry about something, and then everyone is completely stiff.
It's embarrassing.
Monday, February 11, 2008
hebrew stuffings (no sausage allowed)
YAY.
Contrary to popular opinion, one really can get what one wants through incessant whining and complaining.
For example, I've missed the past two sessions of Sunday Hebrew school purely of my own accord. The first time, I coaxed my mother into letting me stay home because the day before that had been Groundhog Day--February 2nd--and my argument was that it was a "holiday weekend" and we should "celebrate," and that in addition I was "tired" because of the party I'd gone to the night before. Seriously, I'm good. Then yesterday, my mom let me miss it because she said she'd rather just not wake me up and not have to listen to all my lamenting. She let me stay home and sleep. How cool is that?
Of course, I don't go to the night sessions on Wednesdays because first of all they are completely pointless and I usually end up getting bullied, and second of all because they start at 7:30, but my sister's play rehearsal starts at 7 on Wednesday nights. Convenient, nu?
Now I'm going to miss this Sunday too because Hebrew school is actually canceled on account of President's Day. (Four-day weekend too...whoopee.)
By the way, my aliyah is so long that even the tutor couldn't get all the way through it. And I've got one and a half weeks to learn it.
At least I'm doing OK with my Torah portion.
Contrary to popular opinion, one really can get what one wants through incessant whining and complaining.
For example, I've missed the past two sessions of Sunday Hebrew school purely of my own accord. The first time, I coaxed my mother into letting me stay home because the day before that had been Groundhog Day--February 2nd--and my argument was that it was a "holiday weekend" and we should "celebrate," and that in addition I was "tired" because of the party I'd gone to the night before. Seriously, I'm good. Then yesterday, my mom let me miss it because she said she'd rather just not wake me up and not have to listen to all my lamenting. She let me stay home and sleep. How cool is that?
Of course, I don't go to the night sessions on Wednesdays because first of all they are completely pointless and I usually end up getting bullied, and second of all because they start at 7:30, but my sister's play rehearsal starts at 7 on Wednesday nights. Convenient, nu?
Now I'm going to miss this Sunday too because Hebrew school is actually canceled on account of President's Day. (Four-day weekend too...whoopee.)
By the way, my aliyah is so long that even the tutor couldn't get all the way through it. And I've got one and a half weeks to learn it.
At least I'm doing OK with my Torah portion.
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.
Friday, February 8, 2008
giants victory=dress down? ok with me
First of all, I just want to say that this whole day, even if it is a dress-down day and therefore something I'm thankful for, reminds me too much of Headmaster's Holiday for me to completely appreciate it. Headmaster's Holiday is the Monday after the Superbowl that Delbarton boys have off from school--I guess getting a hangover warrants a day of vacation. This isn't like that entirely, though, although the reason is basically the same. This is a the-Giants-won-the-Superbowl dress-down day. One is allowed to wear:
It's generally assumed that one will wear jeans.
I'm actually really glad we had this today...it only happens once in what seems like a very long while, about two months.
- blue and red
- red
- blue
- Giants jerseys or tees of any color
- school uniform like any other day
It's generally assumed that one will wear jeans.
I'm actually really glad we had this today...it only happens once in what seems like a very long while, about two months.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
the miracle worker
Sorry, I forgot to tell you about Saturday. I'm not going to blab on and on about my sister's friends, one of whom stayed with us until 4:30, or the party I went to that night with my friends from my old school (well, the girls' school I went to last year). Instead, let me talk about The Miracle Worker.
On a whim, my mom took me, my sister, and my sister's best friend to the nearby Paper Mill Playhouse to see the aforementioned play. Reviewed by the New York Times as being "profoundly moving" and "unforgettable theater" by Time magazine, it's the amazing and sometimes hilarious true story of Annie Sullivan's work with Helen Keller when Helen was but a troubled and tantrum-throwing child in the 1880s. The acting really is brilliant, and I'm not a sentimental person, but I'll say it: this account is touching. Check out the link I've provided--it's work your time, and you just might get sucked in.
By the way, my excruciating stomach pain and fever have returned to finish with me. I type this from my bed, just after having been sent home from school by the (albeit extremely weird) nurse.
On a whim, my mom took me, my sister, and my sister's best friend to the nearby Paper Mill Playhouse to see the aforementioned play. Reviewed by the New York Times as being "profoundly moving" and "unforgettable theater" by Time magazine, it's the amazing and sometimes hilarious true story of Annie Sullivan's work with Helen Keller when Helen was but a troubled and tantrum-throwing child in the 1880s. The acting really is brilliant, and I'm not a sentimental person, but I'll say it: this account is touching. Check out the link I've provided--it's work your time, and you just might get sucked in.
By the way, my excruciating stomach pain and fever have returned to finish with me. I type this from my bed, just after having been sent home from school by the (albeit extremely weird) nurse.
Monday, February 4, 2008
pie
I could really go for an apple pie right now. Fresh, hot, crisp, juicy. Know any good recipes?
I made the most stunningly cool drawings for my French homework; this class and teacher are going to worship me. I can see it now--a roomful of seventh- and eighth-graders bowing down to me, the Goddess of Art and All Things Beautiful and Brilliant, as if I am some kind of Allah or something. Plus, of course, the round little teacher left speechless.
Just kidding, I'm not really that egotistical. Only about French. Believe me, I've suffered a blow since getting back my Algebra midterm and discovering I may have a stalker or two.
love,
love me do*
P.S. what do you think of the fact that this has been the first December in 130 years that NYC hasn't gotten any snow?? I think it's pretty insane.
*that's a bad Beatles pun right there if you get it...if you don't please just ignore my quirks
I made the most stunningly cool drawings for my French homework; this class and teacher are going to worship me. I can see it now--a roomful of seventh- and eighth-graders bowing down to me, the Goddess of Art and All Things Beautiful and Brilliant, as if I am some kind of Allah or something. Plus, of course, the round little teacher left speechless.
Just kidding, I'm not really that egotistical. Only about French. Believe me, I've suffered a blow since getting back my Algebra midterm and discovering I may have a stalker or two.
love,
love me do*
P.S. what do you think of the fact that this has been the first December in 130 years that NYC hasn't gotten any snow?? I think it's pretty insane.
*that's a bad Beatles pun right there if you get it...if you don't please just ignore my quirks
Friday, February 1, 2008
it's finally february...
...and I have a restaurant to crush.
Usually, St. James Gate is a perfectly respectable place to dine--they have good food and a much better ambiance since smoking in New Jersey's public places was outlawed. But I just don't know what happened tonight at this Irish pub. Maybe it was just the waitress.
When I finally got my coffee--unfortunately my first caffeine of the day--after roughly 15 minutes of waiting impatiently, the milk that came with it, not to mention the coffee itself, was almost impossible to make out. There was close to none in that little tin pitcher thing they bring. I mean, what is it, the Depression again? Time for ration tickets and "organizing" more food by way of trading your gold watch? I can't get an effing decent cup of joe because it might deprive the soldiers or something? That's just a disappointment. (By the way, I'm still feeling sluggish; that pathetic excuse for a cup of coffee was not only cold, but severely lacking in jolt).
At last the waitress deigned to come by again, once the large party of young and annoyingly boisterous table of people next to us who had come fifteen minutes after us and gotten served already. We immediately ordered. Luckily, after 25 more painful minutes of waiting, my potatoes and vegetables came, along with my mom's wings. During that waiting period, I had taken my sister and her two rather giddy, gossipy friends--who came with us and are sleeping over tonight, ugh--to a store up the street, No. 165, to pick out what they wanted to buy after dinner.
The food was good--my tongue is still scorched from that unfortunately too-hot bite of mashed potatoes--but the waitress never did bring my potato leek soup, water, or the burger my mom ordered exclusively to be brought out sooner so it could be taken home for my little brother. But at least we weren't charged for those.
Finally we escaped to shop at No. 165 (no website and thus no link, sorry). I needed something for my friend's party tomorrow and ended up getting boots anyway, so it was a good deal. Never have I been happier to get out of an eatery in my life.
Usually, St. James Gate is a perfectly respectable place to dine--they have good food and a much better ambiance since smoking in New Jersey's public places was outlawed. But I just don't know what happened tonight at this Irish pub. Maybe it was just the waitress.
When I finally got my coffee--unfortunately my first caffeine of the day--after roughly 15 minutes of waiting impatiently, the milk that came with it, not to mention the coffee itself, was almost impossible to make out. There was close to none in that little tin pitcher thing they bring. I mean, what is it, the Depression again? Time for ration tickets and "organizing" more food by way of trading your gold watch? I can't get an effing decent cup of joe because it might deprive the soldiers or something? That's just a disappointment. (By the way, I'm still feeling sluggish; that pathetic excuse for a cup of coffee was not only cold, but severely lacking in jolt).
At last the waitress deigned to come by again, once the large party of young and annoyingly boisterous table of people next to us who had come fifteen minutes after us and gotten served already. We immediately ordered. Luckily, after 25 more painful minutes of waiting, my potatoes and vegetables came, along with my mom's wings. During that waiting period, I had taken my sister and her two rather giddy, gossipy friends--who came with us and are sleeping over tonight, ugh--to a store up the street, No. 165, to pick out what they wanted to buy after dinner.
The food was good--my tongue is still scorched from that unfortunately too-hot bite of mashed potatoes--but the waitress never did bring my potato leek soup, water, or the burger my mom ordered exclusively to be brought out sooner so it could be taken home for my little brother. But at least we weren't charged for those.
Finally we escaped to shop at No. 165 (no website and thus no link, sorry). I needed something for my friend's party tomorrow and ended up getting boots anyway, so it was a good deal. Never have I been happier to get out of an eatery in my life.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
nan and dan
It's almost a palindrome!
But these people are no mathematical term. "Nan and Dan," as they call themselves, are our relatives in Grenada, Mississippi. A few times a year, they send us fresh fruit from Harry and David in a cool box, and it's always totally amazing. Usually it's apples or pears (I love those pears passionately...so juicy). This time, though, it's oranges. Lately, I've been going through a clementine phase, and I'm very picky about whether it's a clementine or a tangerine, because tangerines aren't as sweet. But these oranges are just as sweet as clementines!
YAY NAN AND DAN, THE BEST TONGUE TWISTER OF THEM ALL!
But these people are no mathematical term. "Nan and Dan," as they call themselves, are our relatives in Grenada, Mississippi. A few times a year, they send us fresh fruit from Harry and David in a cool box, and it's always totally amazing. Usually it's apples or pears (I love those pears passionately...so juicy). This time, though, it's oranges. Lately, I've been going through a clementine phase, and I'm very picky about whether it's a clementine or a tangerine, because tangerines aren't as sweet. But these oranges are just as sweet as clementines!
YAY NAN AND DAN, THE BEST TONGUE TWISTER OF THEM ALL!
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.
make-up work
ARGHHH!
Sorry for the desperate, inhuman cry, but I have so much make-up work to do before resurfacing at school tomorrow...
And apparently, there are a million things I've missed. There's a French quiz today, French test tomorrow, Algebra midterm today, English test today, and possibly some sort of Science assessment on Friday. We drop Science tomorrow for Shakespeare, too, which means I am not going to have Science class all week until Friday, as I left right before Science on Monday because that was when I started to get sick. I looked at the online resource, and it looks like my class has started a DNA and genetics unit, which is going to take more than a little work to catch up on, especially as there appears to be some in-class project going on--with partners.
More than anything else, I hate partner and group work. It KILLS me to have to work with other people because I'm so neurotic that I have to have power and control over every itty-bitty little thing, and when I don't, I freak. No one understands this.
Wow, what a week to be absent.
Respond please...
Sorry for the desperate, inhuman cry, but I have so much make-up work to do before resurfacing at school tomorrow...
And apparently, there are a million things I've missed. There's a French quiz today, French test tomorrow, Algebra midterm today, English test today, and possibly some sort of Science assessment on Friday. We drop Science tomorrow for Shakespeare, too, which means I am not going to have Science class all week until Friday, as I left right before Science on Monday because that was when I started to get sick. I looked at the online resource, and it looks like my class has started a DNA and genetics unit, which is going to take more than a little work to catch up on, especially as there appears to be some in-class project going on--with partners.
More than anything else, I hate partner and group work. It KILLS me to have to work with other people because I'm so neurotic that I have to have power and control over every itty-bitty little thing, and when I don't, I freak. No one understands this.
Wow, what a week to be absent.
Respond please...
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
Saturday, January 26, 2008
this is my second post called NYC but I figure you won't mind
Quick summary:
Yesterday, I went on a triple-decker train (see far left). Also, I passed a rather scary store exclusively for dog couture, which I think is called Harness Dog but cannot find anywhere online. But the main plan for the day was meeting my grandparents at the Carnegie Deli for lunch. We call the girl in the beige "cousin Hannah" and the man on the right "cousin Howie." It was very cold, so I got a new hat. We stopped at AE for impulsive shopping for things we don't need, too (not pictured). I'll tell more later, when I get back from swimming at the JCC, some exercise I am in need of.
Until next time, net browsers.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
this is so not cool anymore
OK. Can someone please tell me what's going on with this whole cold thing? I mean, I know I should be grateful that in this age of global warming we can still have threatening temperatures. But it is too cold for comfort. My friend Katy may think she is able to go without a coat, but I tried the same thing in 4th grade and got serious pneumonia for my stupidity. Trust me, looking cool is definitely not worth partial lung collapse or the amount of fever dreams I went through.
My friend Alexa, at lunch, she's wearing this skirt that she says her mom hemmed too dramatically, which is fine--everyone does it--but she hasn't got a coat. She's got leg warmers and a scarf. I mean, that's just asking for trouble.
My family, I love them and I ADORE my room, but you know, WHY IS IT SO FREAKIN COLD UP HERE?
Well, I know my issues with the weather. Whaddaya think of the sudden cold front?
My friend Alexa, at lunch, she's wearing this skirt that she says her mom hemmed too dramatically, which is fine--everyone does it--but she hasn't got a coat. She's got leg warmers and a scarf. I mean, that's just asking for trouble.
My family, I love them and I ADORE my room, but you know, WHY IS IT SO FREAKIN COLD UP HERE?
Well, I know my issues with the weather. Whaddaya think of the sudden cold front?
Monday, January 21, 2008
PIANO
I need to practice...need to practice...ok I'm getting sick and tired of saying stuff that I don't do so now I'm going to get off the computer so I can practice and thus be ready when the entire middle school sees me perform on March 3rd.
BYE NOW.
BYE NOW.
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