First off, I have a strike that last one. There will be no movie, because PT and outofammo really didn't want to. Or it may be the other way around, but anyway, the movie isn't coming. Sorry folks!
Second off, I have a problem. Summer is all up ons, and I'm definatly NOT going to wear a long black, cotton skirt. So around the time of the WITS graduation, Mrs.B took me shopping (although this was HER idea, not mine). We got all kinds of short skirts that I thought were really perky. We got a blue one, a tan one, a pink one, and a black and white one. I tried them on, and they kinda of fell down my waist, but it was okay with me. They still fit, and I was REAL happy. So the next shabbos I proudly wore the tan skirt and a buttoned pink shirt. At first, I really liked the length, how it wasn't too long, or too short. But Mrs.B saw how it looked and said it was sagging to one side, so she pinned it up. We stabbed it with three pins, and they did manage to make the skirt feel really tight, but also really short. When we got to shull, I was really nervous. I thought the skirt was ridiculosly short and that everyone could see past my knees, which isn't tzinious. I was always in the bathroom adjusting it, and it's getting me really paranoid, But I really like the style of the skirt, and it was SOOO cute!
Those who have experience with short skirt problems, please advise. I know this isn't the way you're supposed to post on a blog, but I'm desperate! I want to see what other people think because whenever I ask my family they all tell me 'no, it fits perfectly.'
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Coming soon....
I'm in university school right now as I'm typing this. We have to make a movie and still have twenty minutes left of class. Here's what I'M doing for my movie.
COOL GUY (PT) VS THE EVIL GRIL (outofammo).
It's gonna be the best thing ever! I don't know where to shoot though. I was thinking of going to YES to shoot now that there arn't any classes there now, but no. I've just decided, I'm going to shoot in our backyard.
COMING SOON....
COOL GUY (PT) VS THE EVIL GRIL (outofammo).
It's gonna be the best thing ever! I don't know where to shoot though. I was thinking of going to YES to shoot now that there arn't any classes there now, but no. I've just decided, I'm going to shoot in our backyard.
COMING SOON....
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The end is near!
This is a cause for celebration! The school year is ending! Unfourtunatly, the school feels before the student's hour of freedom, they must undergo the torture and agony of before the end of school exams! this is a cause for hiding under the bed and refusing to go to school until the revolution comes. Or at least until 3:30 comes. Anyway, these papers of pain are the last tests before school is over. In my case, I have to study for ALL my subjects in one night the day before testing. I guess most people plan study groups or review sheets, or study every night for a week before a test or something, but I guess I'm not one of those sensible people.
However, this is only half of the problem. Since I enjoy writing anicdotes instead of just plain stating my ideas, the following is what I imiagine the last day of school will be like:
BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAANNNNNGG!!! Finally, the bell rang. At 1:30, the final bell of the year had finally rang for Yeshiva Elementary School, and it was as if everyone could here it. On the third floor of the building, in the 6th grade classroom, chaos reinged supreme. Most of the girls were dancing and screaming 'schools out!' Some girls were huddled in a corner by the open window casually talking about plans for the summer, and even more girls were packing their bags and joking among themselves as if a normal school day had just ended and they were to go home and do tons of homework. I was probably in the last group. Quietly, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and left the classroom I had learned in for the past ten months. I opened the door of the stairway and raced down the steps, suddenly running at the speed of light. It had finally dawned on me that school was over and I wouldn't be coming back until next year, and then it'd be in the 7th grade classroom with all new teachers and classmates.
I burst out the entrance to the school building and met the warm breeze of the outdoors. The sun shone and there was not a cloud in the sky, the perfect day. The PT sat frowning in a corner.
"I've been waiting here for a million years!" she pouted, "you could have at least TOLD me you'd be taking forever!"
Too happy to be annoyed, I grabbed her hand and cheerfully skipped away from the school I had come to so many times. Soon we got home and once I'd reached the door I threw down my backpack, sped up the stairs to my room and took off my school uniform as if it was made of poisen. Personally, I hate uniforms, they're such a drag to wash and look after. Not to mention them being ugly half the time! I changed into play clothes and sat down on my bed for a second. Then I remembered. The happiness that had welled up inside me diminished in an instant. My stomach did a flip-flop as I remembered: I was starting university school next week anyway. I fell back onto my bed and groaned. Guess you can't outrun school after all!
However, this is only half of the problem. Since I enjoy writing anicdotes instead of just plain stating my ideas, the following is what I imiagine the last day of school will be like:
BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAANNNNNGG!!! Finally, the bell rang. At 1:30, the final bell of the year had finally rang for Yeshiva Elementary School, and it was as if everyone could here it. On the third floor of the building, in the 6th grade classroom, chaos reinged supreme. Most of the girls were dancing and screaming 'schools out!' Some girls were huddled in a corner by the open window casually talking about plans for the summer, and even more girls were packing their bags and joking among themselves as if a normal school day had just ended and they were to go home and do tons of homework. I was probably in the last group. Quietly, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and left the classroom I had learned in for the past ten months. I opened the door of the stairway and raced down the steps, suddenly running at the speed of light. It had finally dawned on me that school was over and I wouldn't be coming back until next year, and then it'd be in the 7th grade classroom with all new teachers and classmates.
I burst out the entrance to the school building and met the warm breeze of the outdoors. The sun shone and there was not a cloud in the sky, the perfect day. The PT sat frowning in a corner.
"I've been waiting here for a million years!" she pouted, "you could have at least TOLD me you'd be taking forever!"
Too happy to be annoyed, I grabbed her hand and cheerfully skipped away from the school I had come to so many times. Soon we got home and once I'd reached the door I threw down my backpack, sped up the stairs to my room and took off my school uniform as if it was made of poisen. Personally, I hate uniforms, they're such a drag to wash and look after. Not to mention them being ugly half the time! I changed into play clothes and sat down on my bed for a second. Then I remembered. The happiness that had welled up inside me diminished in an instant. My stomach did a flip-flop as I remembered: I was starting university school next week anyway. I fell back onto my bed and groaned. Guess you can't outrun school after all!
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