the houses may be prefab, the mindset may be postfab, but I'm fab for all eternity

I am kidding.

I know it means prefabricated. God.

Develop an appreciation for humor, wouldja?

Well, I went to MoMA on Thursday--for those of you like my friend who came with me and had never been to MoMA, that's the Museum of Modern Art in NYC--and saw a couple of awesome things there. I've been dying for some intellectual activity ever since I got back from New England, and I was only too thrilled to go. All I did for a month was walk and bike and hike--and of course, forget the book I was supposed to read for summer homework. The only museum-resembling place I got to go was the Loon Center, meant a hike, which was only supposed to take us about 45 minutes but ended up taking three hours when we got lost.

So anyway, see the first picture? That's something I took on my phone of the description of one of the housing units, System3. The structure, my least favorite, captured my mother's eye because of the text here highlighted: the units may be STACKED. Stacked! How thrilling! I've always wanted to have the freedom to stack my living space.

My favorite was Burst*008, the one created with a computer formula, but I didn't get a picture of it, and I don't believe in finding pictures on the Internet from things at which I was physically present. (Of course, if I could only be there in spirit, bring on the Google images.) Instead, I provide ici a photo of the Micro Compact Home, 76 square feet of living space. I thought the irony of me liking that one was harmonious with the irony in my life: similar to the way I prefer the tiny house, my favorite friends and guys tend to be short. Even my sister, my life consultant, is short for her age.

Sorry. I know it can get dangerous when I talk about irony.

Well, I'm going to go figure out how to scan drawings onto my laptop, because it's making me sad that the latest ones on here are from January. Don't worry, the reasons for that are not because I've stopped drawing, they are that

a) MY BAT MITZVAH, HELLO, NEED I SAY MORE?

b) midterms/final tests/projects/4th quarter report cards flung me into a time-sucking pit of stress

c) suddenly I decided I wanted to join the track team

and

d) after that whole crapload of work, I was off and running on a long summer of travel.

But I'm back now.

But now I'm going to the scanner.

So bye.

cycles of addiction

Unfortunately, I'm in health for the last quarter of the year, so today we learned about inhalants. The only thing that stuck for me was the term "cycle of addiction," which, although it's about something serious, strikes me as funny whenever I say it or think it. For instance: cycle of addiction!!

Doesn't that make you laugh? No? OK.

I have a confession to make: I've been a bad Jew. I've chewed 2 pieces of gum, eaten 2 Tootsie Rolls, stolen 2 chips from my friends' lunches, and had a piece of cake made by my friend Katy that was absolutely to die for (hate the expression but had to use it, sorry).

I feel so naughty.

Also, there's something else I have to rant about--that's what this blog is for, anyway, ranting. I hate it when other people get me into trouble. My friends have gotten me yelled at by my advisor three times in the past two days, and it's definitely not fun. Also, in French class today, the girl behind me kept kicking my chair, so I kept moving up my desk, until the teacher finally singled us out and scolded us because she "had to talk." I'm sorry, but she's lecturing all class; does it kill her to say something else? And it was the other girl's fault. It just was. If you're reading this, Olivia, I am totally going to get you kicked out tomorrow.

Just you wait. All of you...mwahahahaha...

Just kidding.

Hey, guess what? I got a 16.7 on my 100-meter today at the track meet. It was fun. Some people said I was fast. Also my friend lost her tiny stud earring under the bleachers in a moment of brilliance. Yeah, I do hang out with some smart people.

ugh so sick

Hi...

I'm sick once again...no surprise this time, I'm sure, as you all--I guess I should say "y'all" there--are used to hearing me lament about how miserably bad my immune system is.

It could be the 4-hour track meet in the freezing cold wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, which was immeasurably stupid of me. It could be the gross multitude of chocolaty food left over after the post-bat mitzvah brunch. It could be eating salad that tasted like fish--don't think it was supposed to taste like that. But whatever it is, I've been bedridden for four days, and I'm missing several assessments, a piano lesson, a track meet, and a dance. That's great. Just great. And to top it all off, my horoscope has been jabbering on about how great my "love life" is supposed to be this week, especially today. Well, unless I'm going to have a miraculous recovery or they're talking about my recent affair with Jolly Ranchers, chocolate, seltzer, and Gilmore Girls, they're barking up the wrong tree.

Then again, I guess I should have seen this coming. In November maybe, as I'm supposed to look out (doc's orders) for the fall and eating too much candy on Halloween. But the weather's been switched around, warm in fall and cold in spring, plus I ate very little candy on Halloween and there was so much bat mitzvah crap left in my house that I've been compelled to eat a truly horrifying amount. So it was bound to happen.

But I really do believe in my horoscopes, so it does kind of suck that it would sound so good today. If only my lungs didn't hurt when I breathe.

reading and running, la de da

OK. I know I haven't been posting, but my mom decided that my siblings and I are not allowed on the computer at home anymore, or at least until next year. Fortunately, my dad is IT director of a worldwide lawfirm, so he's got my back. So let's get to the point, shall we?

I just finished reading White Noise by Don DeLillo, and I have to say I found it to possess many killer lines. Almost every page had at least a couple of punchlines. But I have to leave soon, so there's not too much more I can say about it.

Also, I just started track, and I love it.

Have to go. Thanks and later.

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:

• 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.

JCC & the ball game

We joined the JCC again today after a several-year hiatus. I wouldn't necessarily say it feels good to be back, but it certainly is nice to have a pool to use. I still smell like chlorine.

On an unconnected note, tonight I watched "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" with Esther Williams, Frank Sinatra, and Gene Kelly, a 1949 cornfest that somehow leaves the viewer satisfied.

Just wanted to post...nite!

bac 2 skool

<--not me


I'm actually--*gasp*--really really excited to go back to school. I think this is because after going to camp for a month this past summer, my siblings became completely devoid of their manners and boundaries, so they now have totally disgusting sense of humor. This, I believe, is why I feel a real need to get away from them and into a place with much more regulation and scheduled classes where people have to be quiet, or aren't allowed to make vulgar jokes, anyway.

I'm ready to see my friends, many of whom I haven't seen for two weeks and some of whom I haven't seen for one week, and the grades I got on my science and social studies projects. Also, I know this is early, but while I'm talking about school (which I won't do very often on my blog after this), I've decided to do softball with my school as a sport this spring.

12 HOURS LEFT OF VACA!

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.

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.

Article: Boy Dies at Hockey Game Picking Up His Raffle Prize

Boy Dies at Hockey Game Picking Up His Raffle Prize

A 14-year-old boy from Scituate, Mass. died at a minor league hockey game between the Portland Pirates and the Providence Bruins at the Dunkin' Donuts Center in Providence on Friday night. It was "Revival Night," an annual promotion by the team that attracts more than a thousand church congregants to the arena. The Providence Journal reports that that boy, a member of the Word of Life Fellowship Christian outreach program, stayed for the night's postgame festivities -- and that's when an unbelievable tragedy occurred:

The boy - who did not participate in the after-game competitions - won the raffle's grand prize, a Nintendo Wii game console, according to Lepore. "He came down from the stands to get his prize and he either tripped or fell or collapsed," Lepore said yesterday. The boy was taken by New England Ambulance to Hasbro Children's Hospital, where he was later pronounced dead.

The Journal doesn't offer a clear geography of where this fall took place, and none of the sources offer insight as to how his injuries could have ended up being fatal. The paper reports that the Providence Police Department is investigating the death pending results of an autopsy. The P-Bruins have released a statement, which indicates that the Wii was being awarded by The Word of Life and not the team, and the P-Bruins planned a moment of silence before Sunday's game.

The Dunkin' Donuts Center had just reopened earlier this month after being closed for six months during "phase two" of a three-phase, $80 million renovation. Lepore told The Journal in a Nov. 14 story that his arena was "the safest public building in the country" because of the advanced life-safety measures added during that renovation.

fluffy white stuff

OH MY GOD PEOPLE IT IS SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean it was snowing yesterday too, all day, but that was just a flurry -- although playing soccer in it (and winning the championship, I might add, 3-0, go me!) was, to say the least, not the coziest experience.

But now it's snowing for real! Like, it's genuinely collecting! In a way the suggests actual depth!

WOOHOO!
(By the way, I love snow to almost a bizarre extent, not minding the ever-present and looming possibility of party-crashing snow on my birthday. It's still my favorite.)

soccer!

Bonjour mes amies--

Just wanted to let you know that my soccer team KICKED SOME SERIOUS BUTT yesterday! Especially me, the total rocker chick.

I am probably the best defense girl the world has ever seen. I blocked so many goals...we won 2-1. My sister and I are on the same team -- and we defend together -- so they call us the Li'l Fergies. Because our last name is similar to Fergie.

Anyway...how is everyone else's sport doing? And if you just sit on your fat lazy hind parts all day long, how are the sports teams you (hopefully) follow doing? Football? What'd you think of the outcome of the baseball playoffs/championship? Personally, I think the Red Sox are sucky losers anyway but bad winners too. Of course, I may be biased because of my Yankee worship.

Anyone who plays on a school team?...Anyone?

Does anybody just want to tell me how great I am for doing those serious saves?

Then please comment!

Love, Li'l Fergie #1