Give me a random post

I have nothing to blog about except homework. Oh-wait! That's not true! I gots the PT and her friend the unstoppable maniac (UM) playing together! It's the best thing yet!

PT: UM, quick! We must hurry if we are to rescue the princess of cave jewels!

UM: but first, we must defeat the evil guardian, jewel maker X!

PT: what?

UM: Urgh! Follow me!

Each maniac picks up a ball or throwable object and charges across the room:

PT: Argh! Help! UM, he's got me! He's got me!

UM: For the princess of cave jewels! ARGHH!!!

So for a while, PT gets stuck, and UM decides that this is boring, so then the Sane One (oddly both friends of PT and UM) shows up and suggests playing catch. The others agree, but it is not long before this game gets out of hand:

UM: Throw it as high as you can! Reach for the sky!

PT: Um....We're indoors, and I can't touch the sky....

SO: Oh, PT, she doesn't really mean it. She just wants you to throw it as high as you can.

PT: Okay...Here I go...and....THROW! (slams ball into the ground)

SO: Nice try PT...okay, now it's my turn! (Throws ball into the chest of UM)

UM: Blargghhh! Here it comes PT! (slams ball into PT's face)

PT: WOAHH! (falls down) Man down! Man down!

SO: Are you okay PT?!

PT: Need help! Need help! my mouth hurts.....

ATTENTION!

YEARBOOK PICTURES THIS FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY. TRY NOT TO EMBARRASS YOURSELF OR YOUR CLASS. TRY TO LOOK APPROPRIATE. DON'T HAVE A BAD HAIR DAY. PICK A LOCATION NO WHERE NEAR THE 1ST GRADE CLASSROOM, THIS AREA IS OFF LIMITS, DUE TO EXTREME GROSSNESS. MAKE SURE TO WEAR YOUR UNIFORM, BECAUSE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE SEEN IN A YEARBOOK WEARING ANYTHING ELSE. MAKE SURE TO BE AS PLAIN AS POSSIBLE, AND DON'T SMILE DURING THE PICTURES.

In case you haven't figured it out already, yearbook pictures are this Wednesday. Yes, our class had to do them on the carpet in the 1st grade classroom for reasons unknown. I looked acceptable, or so I have been told. I just stuck a headband, but it looked terrible anyway because I decided to have a bad hair day. But I made sure not to smile during the pictures! And I wore my plainest uniform possible, so now I don't stick out! All the classes had to have their pictures taken, but our classes' was the most embarrassing, because the whole school was miraculously given permission to watch. During the actually picture taking, there was much violence and squishifiying. My knees were utterly destroyed by having too many classmates on them, and my arms were squished from also having too many classmates on them. It was a great feat of concentration that I managed to keep a straight face. Okay I admit, it wasn't that bad, but it was pretty bad. Still, I kept all the picture taking rules above, except I wasn't the one selecting the location. I'm glad we got that over with.

Wow....That's a lot of hair

It's over! It's done! I have finally gone and got my long, nearing waist-length hair cut! I watched as it piled up on the floor in the barber's shop...MUHAHAHAHAHHAHA! It's gone! And now I am proud to say that my hair is neck-length, and curly. Isn't that great? I love it! I don't have to put it up every 5 minutes either. It's great having short hair. Unfortunately, I'm still in the habit of stroking it through, and my fingers continuing several feet from my head, but now they fall right off because there's nothing to stroke. It's also a ton lighter too. I mean, I used to get migraines from my heavy hair before. I hope I'm not boring anyone. This has just been such a happy day for me. At aerobics, we did some good songs and I didn't even have to shvits like crazy, we just took it slow and relaxed and I was comfortable. Yup, today was one of 'dem better days.......*sigh*....

Cool things!

I've been quite the bookworm lately. I can't stop reading The squire tales books 1-8. I really can't stop reading! I pick it up at the library, and then I read it day and night. I can't even tell you how many times the books have been confiscated for reading during class. However, you can't deny they're helping my writing grades. So far I've got nothing but A's and A-'s. Anyway I can't think of too many things to blog about, so I'll either find a good story or this blog will be taken over by the forces of evil.....Oh whoops! I meant to say the forces of school work, prompts, book reports, charts for reminding me of school work, and possible plans for world destruction.


Whoo! That's a mouthful.


Happy Chanuka Everyone!

A typical morning with the PT

I wake up to the sound of singing. It is 6:15 a.m Monday morning. I guess that it's the PT, so I check her bed, but she's not there. The singing doesn't stop, and now it's been joined with some drumming. I check underneath my bed and sure enough, there's the PT singing as she smacks the top of my bed with her feet. I decide it'd just be better to go back to bed. It is 7:00. I get up, the PT is still drumming on my bed. I open the door to my bedroom, but I stop when the PT speaks up:

PT: er.. aren't you forgetting something?

iguana: No, what am I forgetting?

PT: uh.. Try the lost drummer

iguana: The who?

PT: Urgh! I meant me! I'm going downstairs, whoever wants to come with me, come with me!

So we troop downstairs in our PJ's. We were trying to teach the PT how to make her own breakfast, so when we got to the kitchen I took out a bowl, a spoon, some milk, and some Cheerios.

PT: er.. I'm hungry

iguana: That's nice to know

PT: uh.. what can I eat?

iguana: it's breakfast time PT, what do you think we're eating?

PT: er........Spaghetti?

iguana: Do you want some cereal PT?

PT: Well, as I always say, "if I am not mistaken, you are correct"

iguana: But PT you rarely ever.....*sigh*...Never mind, what cereal do you want?

PT: uh.. How about fruity pebbles?

iguana: ok, go get a bowl, spoon, and the cereal.

The PT does these things and pours her cereal. Soon she is munching away.

PT: er.. iguana?

iguana: yes PT?

PT: Can I watch some TV?

iguana: no

PT: why not?

iguana: because you haven't brushed your teeth, you aren't dressed, and you aren't ready to go at all

PT: Hmmm......Well iguana, all that *she leans closer to me* could all change....

iguana: yeah.....Ok PT let's keep eating, we'll want to get around to that sooner or later.

Yipee!

heLLO blOgers! i'M only doing this because I'm super bored and have nothing to blog about except for major algebra homework AnD the pT, witch I'm sure your getting bored of by now. sOOO.... i'VE decided to play around with the color fonts instead!


WARNING-----WARNING----WARNING----WARNING---------

if you have problems with different colors and fonts, please leave the blog NOW! If you like a little variety in your life, continue reding.

WARNING---WARNING-----WARNING----WARNING----------

AdJECTIVES! please don't litter! lard is not cool! i hate algebra! little ittie bittie twiddle bugs

super small a bit bigger pretty big huge HUMONGO!

That last one wasn't a word.

IT'S MINE! IT'S A HUNDRED! SHUT IF OFF!

BOOM! Thank you whoever just shotgunned their computer. Sorry for exploding on you. It is now safe to exit the blog, through the back door.

wine for babies and bees

Unfortunately, Or succah does not have a screen, so bees were able to get in pretty easily. Also unfortunately, they were addicted to wine. We had over that day, Mrs.B's friend and her baby boy. During kiddish, when Pyschotoddler was drinking the wine from the bachar, baby boy asked his mother

"Mommy, I'm thirsty what can I drink?"
" You want some water honey?"
"No, I want wine in my sippy"

Wine. Wine in the sippy cup. Was this little boy expecting to get drunk? Once the wine came out, the bees came in. Apparently, they wanted some wine too. How they planned to drink it, I don't know. But I suppose there's an explanation, seeing as it's sweet. That doesn't explain why the baby wanted wine though. Do they know something we don't? Are there other babies and hives who have huge stocks of wine and grape juice? They said in the paper that the honey bees had disappeared for a short time and now we know why! They were refilling their Joyvin boxes! Whatever you do, don't put any kind of wine in you succah! (unless you're a bee keeper)

"One morning day.....

iguana came to the couch. She sat down on the couch. Then, all at once, a hungry message came to iguana. The hungry message grabbed iguana's neck and whispered something for only iguana's ears. Then the hungry message went back from the room, to continue his Amish traditions."

-the Pt

Under the Sea

I'm only typing in blue because I feel like it. No real reason. Anyway, if you've read all the previous blogs, you would know that our family has left for Israel. If you haven't read those blogs, I suggest you get a move on. In Israel, there are so many beaches they are impossible to count and we go to one almost every day. We do plenty of things there, make sand castles, climb rocks, swim, say mincha, eat ice cream, and much much more! If you have any questions about saying Mincha on the beach, please contact Psycho Toddler. This post is going to be about yet another close run in with little kids for me. If you don't know what I'm talking about saying this has happened to me before, please read my post "Attack of the Clones."



I was climbing a big rock just as a wave came in and left me knee deep in pure salt water. I could hear some singing coming from my 4 year old second cousin. We'll call her the PT2. She only speaks Hebrew, but I can translate for you what she was singing:



"I am a lion. I am a lion. I am the lion of the SEA!!!! <ROAR!>"



After singing her song and roaring a couple of times, she started looking for something. She dug deep into the sand of the beach until she found what she was looking for. I got off my rock for a bit because Mom had just told me I had to look after the PT2. My cousin withdrew her hand from the hole holding a big sharp rock. In the other hand, she had a huge clump of wet sand. She looked at me very closely. Then she roared and threw everything she had at me. I screamed and dodged the rock, but the sand hit me in the leg.



"ANI (please insert name here) ! ARI HAYUMAI! ROAR!"



That was her battle cry. She picked up more sand and rocks and threw them at anyone who came within range. I climbed back up my rock and stayed there. When PT2 realized she couldn't go any deeper into the water to get me, she started digging in the sand again. She dug and dug until she had excavated 12 rocks and a dent big enough for her to sit inside. I believe she referred to this as her throne. If I went of my rock for even a second, She would be all over me. She waited to see if I would come down for a bit, but when she realized otherwise, she went back to digging other holes and singing to herself. When she wasn't looking, I got off my rock and went over to her throne. She wasn't there anymore and didn't see me. I took all her rocks and piles of sand and dumped them into the water. Then I ran back to my rock as fast as possible.When PT2 got back and saw there was no weapons she cried out in rage:


"ME OSEH ZEH LIH ARI YUMAI?!" (ROAR)

From then on she was more cautious about leaving her nest/throne. I think at some point we made some kind of deal using eye contact.

Her conditions: "Don't go near my home"

My conditions: "Don't kill me"

Normally I wouldn't let her hurt me like that, you know, the physical hurting, but she's young and doesn't always know better. We coexisted for a little while like that, and sometimes she'd come by my rock to collect shells or pebbles, and I went near her throne every once in a while to see witch rock to jump to next (there was a perfect view). Then the real PT and my other cousin (we'll call her csn2) came down to the beach. Csn2 ran down into the water and called to the PT.

"PT! BO POH!"
"She means, 'come here" I translated for the PT

The PT looked down at the water. Then at csn2, and then at me.

"Oh, you CANNOT be serious!" she yelled

The PT2 did not like this at all. One girl was her sister, so that was cool. But who was this other girl? She did not belong in the sea of the ari yumai!

"ROAR! ANI ARI HAYUMAI! ROAR!"

She took some rocks and sand from her throne and ran towards the PT. Still roaring, she began throwing things at her.

"Ahh!" screamed the PT at the PT2 "Stop! Stop, you don't know what your doing!"
"PT2! YOSHEVET ES HA CHOL SHELACH!" I ordered the PT2.

She didn't go back, but she did stop throwing things. She looked at the PT, who had a strange expression on her face. Then she walked slowly towards her nest.

"cane..." she mumbled.

It stayed peaceful until the boys arrived with ice cream, and we ate and said Mincha on the beach while the PT2 still roared. It was a good trip, I'll admit. But once again it was a close run in with little kids for me.

Anyone need to use the bathroom?

Today we went to this museum. There weren't that many exhibits, but the museum was in a building from old Milwaukee, so the building itself was an exhibit. While we were there, the PT said she had to go to the bathroom. Upon arriving at the bathroom door, she said that Fudge and I should go in with her. It was actually pretty fancy for a bathroom. It had tall long mirrors rimmed with silver above the sinks. There was a total of 3 stalls. Only 3, but it still took a long time for the PT to choose one.

PT: (opens first door). "Hmmm.....This ones dirty." (closes first stall door).

PT: (opens second stall door). "Hmmm.....This one has no toilet paper." (closes second stall door)


I should proIbably tell you, there was no toilet paper on the roll in that stall. Instead, the toilet paper was sitting on top of the toilet, where it was in plain sight as soon as you opened the door.

Fudge: "okay PT, your going in the last one."

PT: "But that one has a diaper station in it!"

iguana: "Then go in the first one!"

PT: "Okay...But I'm not locking the door."


We had some issues because the door kept swinging back open.

PT: "Ugh! Someone hold this, okay!"

We ended up locking it. We could hear her talking to herself from the inside.

PT: "Okay, do this then this. Okay, here it goes! 1....2....3...!"

A few minutes later...........

PT: "ARGH! There's no toilet paper in here!"

iguana: (goes into different stall to get toilet paper).

PT: "Uh...Wrong stall. I'm in here."

iguana: (Rips off a piece of toilet paper and slips it through PT's stall door.)

PT: (Receives toilet paper) "Oh. Uh, I guess this works too."

Soon the PT came out of the stall and we tried to wash her hands.

Fudge: "Okay PT now your going to wash your hands....With soap."

The PT couldn't reach, so Fudge turned on the water.

PT: "Ah! It's boiling!"

After the hands were washed, all we had to do was dry them. Finally, we emerged from the bathroom, triumphant. The family had migrated to the stairs by the time we had come out.

Curly: What took you guys so long!?"

Fudge: "I'm not prepared to talk about it."

Well, I was. And I still am. I'm using this blog to tell people so technically it could get to every corner of the Internet. I was prepared to talk about it alright! I don't know how long it took to get out, but my estimate would be around 30 minutes.


P.S: Internet probably isn't capitalized. The stupid Spell Check made me do it.

It's up to you

Hi everyone. It's been a while since I've blogged. But seeing as no one reads my blog anymore, I can say anything I want to right? I could say some random junk like "aliens exist! My brother is living proof!" and no one could stop me, because no one is reading this! Anyway, I've decided to post something completely random and is not offensive. It just has nothing to do with the outside world. Listen to these next questions carefully. Put your ear to the computer screen.

DO YOU HAVE INTERNET ACCESS? IF SO, DO YOU HAVE A BLOG?


DO YOU STILL BLOG?


DO PEOPLE READ YOUR BLOG?IF NOT, HOW COME?


DO YOU READ OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS?


DO YOU COMMENT OR JUST SPECTATE?


START COMMENTING YOU FOOL!


YOU'RE NOT LISTENING ARE YOU?


BOY, HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU GUYS


IF YOUR JUST GONNA SIT THERE ALL DAY AND NOT PAY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING I'M SAYING.....


I'M JUST GONNA STOP TEACHING THIS CLASS!


AND I AM OUT


iguana signed out at 8:21 a.m ;)

Pretty interesting huh? TOO BAD YOU WEREN'T LISTENING!

Attack of the Clones

My friend's family has two sets of twins. My friend is the firstborn, then there's one set of twins, each one around 7, and another set of twins, each one around 3. Sometimes the twins have little fights, like the 3 year old twins vs. the 7 year old twins. Because there are two sets of twins running around, they are able to cause trouble around every part of the house. All the twins like to do is cause trouble anyway. That friend invited me to her house for Shabbos. Once we got inside we heard screaming, laughing, crying, and arguing. Each girl or boy got along with its twin just fine, but it didn't get along so well with the other set of twins. This part will get a bit tricky, so I'm going to give my friends some name tags. Friend 1 was the one who invited me to her house. Later she invited friend 2 who lived across the street. When friend 2 arrived, friend 1 asked me to leave them alone for a bit. I said okay and went to the living room. There I found one 3 year old jumping on the couch, and another 3 year old making a mess by scattering toys everywhere. I tried my best to round up the twins, but when they saw me coming, they ran to the hall closet, picked up some boots, and began throwing them at me. I took a pillow from the couch and used it as a shield. I advanced, using my "shield", and took away the shoes. Now the twins were getting smarter. One went behind me, and another one in front. I didn't want to hurt them, so in order to escape, I hid inside the hall closet. One twin saw me going in and called to the other. Soon I heard them yelling and banging on the door with boots. I decided to come out before they broke something. Once I opened the door, I ran for the couch and climbed on top. This stopped the twins, but not for long. They knew they weren't allowed on top of the couch, but decided to do it anyway in order to kill me. I jumped down and ran for the bedrooms. I went into my friend 1's room and hid in the closet. The closet door was strong, but in the distance I heard in a little voice:

" where is she? Me and my twin will look in the bedrooms, you and your twin look in the other rooms."

uh-oh I said to myself. The twins were getting smarter by the second. A 3 year old girl knocked open the bedroom door I had bolted with a couple laundry baskets. She opened the closet door and shrieked. I shrieked too, because then I saw another 3 year old and two 7 year olds (each armed with a shoe) walking into the room. I got hit a couple times by boots but made it to the living room. By the time they had arranged a formation and got to the living room, I had set a trap. The little ones attempted to charge me while the 7 year old shot plastic spears from a fake gun set at me. The 3 year old tripped on the pillows I piled up, and while they were down, I took a jump rope and tied them down with it (all this time I was getting small cuts from the edges of the spears). Soon they got out out my trap, but I was able to calm them down with some small talk. I asked them about their preschool and what they do there. It was freaky because every time I asked a yes or no question, they would nod or shake at exactly the same time. In the end, I made friends with them and got my own personal escort. Everywhere I went they followed me. When I went back to friend 1 and she disagreed about something, a twin actually threatened her. When it was time for me to leave, the twins gave me a hug, and I went home feeling happy. Although next time I go to their house, I'll probably have to do this all over again.

Yipee!

Guess what everybody? It's almost summer vacation! That's right, only one month left of school and it's home free! my homework-worn class and I have been trudging along, waited to be hit with a
"We're having an advanced algebra pop quiz!"
or a
"Don't forget to study for your 4 page long Navi test tomorrow!"

No more! Once we hit summer vacation I deliberately sleep in, and I will not have to make my lunch everyday, and I will not have to worry before I run out the door "Am I forgetting something?"

Unfortunately, NOW is when we have all our "major tests". In History, we're doing a complete biography on a famous inventor (mine is Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone). In math, we're having a section test on algebra and advanced fractions. In Chumash we're having a test on parshas Bisholoch. We haven't gotten that far in Navi, but we're close to finishing the 3 prokim we've been working on. In Hebrew Language we just had a chapter test. In Science we have a planet report due in a couple weeks. And we have a........ARGHH!!! You know what, I'm not waiting for summer, I'm going on vacation right now! So long suckers!

Back to school

We've finished our Seders and Pesach is almost over. School will be resuming shortly, but I actually have somethings to look forward to:

1) at school I will not need to wash dishes, clean, or set tables or any other chores.
2) I won't need to be taking care of the PT for 3 hours straight
3) I will finally get to try out that exploding pencil sharpener my friend gave me before Pesach break.

Yes, it's true. My friend DID give me an exploding pencil sharpener. This is how it came to be.

Today was the last day of school before Pesach break. Everyone had to clean out their lockers,desks, and backpacks. I finished all my "chores" and started helping my friend. She's Lebovitch and doesn't come for English class, so she had a lot of junk. As we were unloading her desk, I found a pink pencil sharpener covered and purple-black goo and had looked like it had seen better days. When I asked her about it, she said

"Oh, that was a little accident. I thought I was sharpening my pencil, but really I was sharpening my pen, so the tip exploded inside the pencil sharpener. It was a purple pen."

"Exploded?"

"Yep, the whole tip blew up and covered the pencil sharpener and I haven't used it since"

"Can I have it, if you don't use it anymore?"

"I don't see why not. You can take it when we're done with my desk."

This was a golden opportunity to get a working pencil sharpener. My current one didn't sharpen and the blade was popping off. All I had to do was clean out the purple-black goop. So we finished up her desk, and in return, she helped me fix the pencil sharpener. There wasn't so many times during the day for me to try it out, so I just have to wait until after break.

That's the story. I just hope that my pencils don't explode when I try to sharpen them. But it has a crayon sharpener and ,believe it or not, it's better at sharpening pencils than sharpening crayons. But at that point, I think I would have accepted a pencil sharpener that had been cut in half, crushed, or whatever rather than my current one. What good is a pencil sharpener that doesn't sharpen?

Pesach Cleaning

It's Pesach time! in other words, mop 'till you drop! Not only do I have all these write tons of Divrea Torah on the Hagada for school, but I also have to listen to the Seder Paraders. It's an old record my mom has about these kids who dance around and sing songs about Pesach. It's not that bad, but the songs definitely need some work.

As the years go on, Pesach cleaning seems to be getting less fun. It's like, the first years we mop and sing and scrub and play, all at the same time, but now it's "Put that here, take that downstairs" this and that, it's not as fun. Not that cleaning was supposed to be fun anyway. On the Seder Paraders, there's a song called Mrs. Balabusta. Mrs. B sings about how hard cleaning is and how she has to buy new dishes for Pesach, clean and scrub, and all that. This is how the blogger, Mrs. Balabusta, chose her blogger name.

As for the seder, all I can say is I hope we have a seder that only lasts 'till 11:00 p.m. Some of my classmates seder's have been known to go on 'till the a.ms. All through out the seder, PT is running around everywhere, but by the time we get to Shulchan Orache, she has dropped to the floor, asleep.

Histories Mysteries: Do Jews have horns?

We were in Parshah class and my teacher was trying to explain something. She says

"I know this is hard to understand, but some
people, who don't know anything about Jews,
say that we have horns."

Everyone in my class just burst out laughing. Horns? HORNS?! My teacher went on about how to them it makes perfect sense, that Jews have horns, but to us it's utterly ridiculous. My friends started making jokes about it, saying like

"Yes! I DO have horns! They're growing in right here!"

"I'll ask my brother about his horns when I go home"

"one time, this guy came to my brother and said 'lift up your hat I want to see your horns'. He burst out laughing!"

My teacher kept trying to explain why people thought we had horns, but people were rolling on the floor laughing! Someone actually got sent out of class because they just couldn't take it anymore. The reason people thought we had horns, is because the second time Moshe came down from Har Sinia, his face was shining with the Shicheena, so some of the light made it look like he had horns. Later after Moshe's death, a sculpture was made of him with horns. So people concluded that Jew's have horns, and cover them with our yamachas. But still you have to admit, imagine living in a world where everyone has horns!

Shtick Wanted

Happy Purim! In honor of Purim, my class would like to make the greatest shtick there ever was. So all this week and the last, we've been going to "secret class meetings during recess" so we can try to think of a shtick. I went to one and the ideas I heard were, in my opinion, not very good. So I would like to ask, if you can think of a good shtick or one that's worked very well in the past, please tell me. We're trying to have the best shtick and there are plenty of classes that will try to have better.

Talk to the PT!

Since me and the P.T are close friends, I will be interviewing her just to prove how she got her name. The PSYCHO TODDLER!

PT: greetings, I love it!

me: love what?

PT: Love the life that burns!

me: what are you talking about?

PT: Okay, let me tell you. I'm the biggest giant in the world who has a burning life!

me: What in the world do you mean by burning life?!

PT: All the times you burn yourself you have a burnt life!

me: Okay.....So what's your job?

PT: Oh, my job is the Fugawaga machine.

me: The What!?

PT: I'm the biggest lady on the Fugawaga machine.

me: What is a Fugawaga machine?

PT: In my language, Fugawaga means washer and dryer.

me: Your language?

PT: Intipi, Fugawaga machine classus meiro bo. That means "well, the washer and dryer machine is the big important machine"

me: it's almost time to rap this up. Got anything you want to say to all your fans?

PT: What?! We're on TV?! Where are all the guys?

me: ten....nine....eight....seven

PT: Bye everybody! And you guys too, say goodbye to the Fugawaga machine!

me: four...three....two...one.....Okay, goodbye folks!

Surprise!

My class has a thing for birthdays. When it was some one's birthday, we all secretly gathered at some one's house, and waited for a big surprise party. A couple of weeks ago, we had what seemed to be a surprise party gone horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a birthday party, but instead it turned out to be a place of nothing but boredom, pain, and way too much flash photography.

We had decided to leave school in small groups, making sure not to attract to much attention. Before the birthday girl arrived everything was going well. We were all excited, everyone was running around the house. I went to the bathroom to do my hair. It was a mess . The birthday girl was to bring a package here for her friend. The owner of the house would draw her inside, where we would all be waiting. The plan worked. We all got in our hiding places and blew out some more balloons. Then, when she walked inside we all yelled "SURPRISE!" and handed her a piece of cake. Then we ate the rest of it, chocolate with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. It was pretty good, and while we ate it we played a game. It was called "while eating cake, say something nice about the birthday girl". Pretty self explanatory. After we finished the cake we all went downstairs and played elimination. That was absolutely zero fun because everyone was complaining the ceiling was too low. This is when the party started falling apart. The mother in this house wanted to take a picture of everyone with the birthday girl. People like me and my best friend were then completely left out of the party, because we were not very close friends with the birthday girl. All she wanted to do after she got a hold of the camera, was take pictures of every little thing she saw. In the meanwhile, me and the mother got to play surgeon with my best friend because she had just gotten a nasty cut. After that, we both talked and drank soda . Some people went home, figuring the party really couldn't get any worse. Pretty soon only five people at the party were actually having fun. Me and my best friend went home after that.

That's the end of my flash back. You may now wake up, get up from your seat and go throw a party of your own. Just make sure not to have ANY cameras there.

Survival of the Warmest

Of all places, why Milwaukee? Why did we have to get hit with snowstorms and extremly cold tempetures? Check out this conversation I had with one of my friends.
we were at school. The recess bell had just rang, and we were discussing whether to go outside or not.

friend: We are SO not going outside for recess.

me: I know, but as long as we're bundled up we're fine. (I drove to school)

friend: No, you don't get it. It's is freezing beyond freezing out there! Like, eighteen below zero!

me: Are you sure? It didn't seem to cold to me.

friend: How cold was it when you left your house?

me: eight degrees.

friend: My house was even lower than that. The dog didn't even want to go outside.

we ended up going in the gymnasium, thank g-d for that. Even so, no one's dogs went outside.
And that was that. Kind of strange, but every time we get it break in school, No one thinks oh, we're taking a break. Everyone thinks oh, we're going outside. One reason I am happy for global warming. Even though acording to Al Gore, It will kill millions of people. (Kinyna Harah)

What about math?

It is true. It may not be obvious, but there are many people struggling with algebra. Unfortunately I am one of those people. It is one way I drive my teachers crazy. I will often see a problem like this in my textbook:

"Sarah has a book store. She sells magazines and poetry. The number of people who bought poetry is two times greater than the number of people who bought magazines. Who bought what?"

Now you see why I don't get it. My teacher keeps trying to tell me that I need to guess, but if you guess how will I get the right answer? It's insanity! I feel like my mind is going to explode! Sometimes I even say to myself who cares how many books she sold? It's not my fault she can't keep track! some days there's that off chance that I get something right and on those days I get rewarded with an extra homework sheet. Yay! We love algebra homework. Then at the end of the year, I finally understand it and go forget it all over summer vacation. Isn't school great?

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