Oh yeah, I'ma feeling fine. I played like the best game of Machanayim there ever was. Like, for reals. I mean, I tipped like fiftten balls, got someone out even, and.....was cool.
But anyway, since nothing exciting is probable to happen in the next few minutes/days, I'm going to answer some questions that people asked me today in the most hilarious fashion possible.
Do I smell bad?
um....er.....uh....
What the heck kind of question is that anyway? I just don't know what to say when people ask me this stuff. I mean, I suppose I could say yes, but I don't go around sniffing people so techinically I don't know. So when this person asked me this question, I telled to her saying:
"What the heck kind of question is that anyway?"
Does it annoy you when I do this?
YES. VERY VERY MUCH. PLEASE STOP ASKING STUPID QUE-STIONS.
What can I say? People ask me stuff like this ALL DAY! Like, for a day job!
Rather annoyed,
signing off,
iguana.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
It's not such a bad day out
Wow. I feel like an update. My blog is probably getting stale by now. Do blogs do that? You know, get stale? huh.
Chanyways, We're getting a new girl in our class tomorrow. Who saw that coming? I don't know how to feel about that anyway. Whatever. I have nothing to blog about really. Oh yeah, the weather is okay outside. Real good actually, like bearable even.
I'll have more to write about later peoples, trust me. Just proving to all ya'll I still live.
...Chokay that's a wrap, I'll be in my trailer....
Chanyways, We're getting a new girl in our class tomorrow. Who saw that coming? I don't know how to feel about that anyway. Whatever. I have nothing to blog about really. Oh yeah, the weather is okay outside. Real good actually, like bearable even.
I'll have more to write about later peoples, trust me. Just proving to all ya'll I still live.
...Chokay that's a wrap, I'll be in my trailer....
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A little goes not a long way
Topic of the day: High metabolism.
Chokay, due to my Math Teacher, Mrs. P, being very bored as of late, she decided to pass out these 'do it yourself' type health slips. They said stuff like how many calories you're supposed to burn in one day, how many you need to gain weight, lose weight, etc.
She also mentioned high metabolism, to which many people in my class shared their VERY unwanted comments:
"Oh, I know this girl who has a real high metabolism. It's really disgusting, she sits down to eat and then in fifteen minutes she has to go to the bathroom (snarkle)!"
Things I could live without knowing! But anyway, as makes sense in this case, I became way to concerned with how much water I was drinking daily, calorie intake, and.....brace your ears for this one........asking myself how often I went to the bathroom. Why do people keep assaulting teenagers about their weight these days anyway?!?!?!?
Well, I'm not technically a teenager yet. Got three more months to go. At least I think that's how long. I'm too lazy to do the math and find out. It's March now, right? So my birthday's in July. Aw, who cares. So anyway, I've been really nervous about my weight and stuff. So I decided to write it all out on a blog, right? Hah! Am I smart or am I smart? Oh, they never saw this coming! I AM ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!!!
Current mood- troubled! :{
Chokay, due to my Math Teacher, Mrs. P, being very bored as of late, she decided to pass out these 'do it yourself' type health slips. They said stuff like how many calories you're supposed to burn in one day, how many you need to gain weight, lose weight, etc.
She also mentioned high metabolism, to which many people in my class shared their VERY unwanted comments:
"Oh, I know this girl who has a real high metabolism. It's really disgusting, she sits down to eat and then in fifteen minutes she has to go to the bathroom (snarkle)!"
Things I could live without knowing! But anyway, as makes sense in this case, I became way to concerned with how much water I was drinking daily, calorie intake, and.....brace your ears for this one........asking myself how often I went to the bathroom. Why do people keep assaulting teenagers about their weight these days anyway?!?!?!?
Well, I'm not technically a teenager yet. Got three more months to go. At least I think that's how long. I'm too lazy to do the math and find out. It's March now, right? So my birthday's in July. Aw, who cares. So anyway, I've been really nervous about my weight and stuff. So I decided to write it all out on a blog, right? Hah! Am I smart or am I smart? Oh, they never saw this coming! I AM ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!!!
Current mood- troubled! :{
Friday, March 13, 2009
A kid half my size...
is trying to bully me.
Hard to believe, right? I mean, she's tiny. She thinks she can bully me. Ugh, she's annoying. She is trying really hard to get me mad. She:
take my davening spot
take our table at lunch (yes, she's trying to boil me AND my friends)
messes with my sketchbooks during mincha
makes weird faces at me (..to try to get me to laugh?)
tries to bump me in the hallway, only she's too short
thinks she's on top of the world, obviously
rifles through my lunch box when I'm not looking
pretends to be high all the time (because she thinks she can get away with bullying if she is)
A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G
But I am the MATURE one, so I haven't punched her lights out yet. But she definatly knows I can, and WILL if she keeps gratin' my nerves. Which she is doing at an alarming rate. Whatever.
Oh yeah, the carnival was fun. But it would've been more fun if the bully and her entorouge hadn't been complaining about simmy and my booth all the time. And they were WAY too old for our booth, so they blamed it on us that they weren't having fun. Although, I have to admit, Simmy was a LITTLE obnoxious with them, but it's nothing to cry your lungs out about. Besides, they deserve it.
I'm trying to ignore her, because I know she'll give up after a while. Then she usually finds someone younger to bully, but I think she knows if she can get me mad enough, I will kick her in the gut (I've done it before). And that will get me in a lot of trouble, so I just try to avoid her.
But, man, it's not easy! When someone goes out of their way to be rude, it gets noticed! Oh yeah, that's the good part! 8th grade (:D) has noticed she's so obnoxious, and have started to deny her access to their classroom, computers, food, soda, and all the other cool stuff the 8th grade usually give out to the kids.
Man, YES sucks. Maybe Tam will be better. Which reminds me: ONLY ONE YEAR TO GO!!!! NEXT YEAR I'LL BE IN TAM!!!! W0O0O0O0OT!!!!
Hard to believe, right? I mean, she's tiny. She thinks she can bully me. Ugh, she's annoying. She is trying really hard to get me mad. She:
take my davening spot
take our table at lunch (yes, she's trying to boil me AND my friends)
messes with my sketchbooks during mincha
makes weird faces at me (..to try to get me to laugh?)
tries to bump me in the hallway, only she's too short
thinks she's on top of the world, obviously
rifles through my lunch box when I'm not looking
pretends to be high all the time (because she thinks she can get away with bullying if she is)
A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G
But I am the MATURE one, so I haven't punched her lights out yet. But she definatly knows I can, and WILL if she keeps gratin' my nerves. Which she is doing at an alarming rate. Whatever.
Oh yeah, the carnival was fun. But it would've been more fun if the bully and her entorouge hadn't been complaining about simmy and my booth all the time. And they were WAY too old for our booth, so they blamed it on us that they weren't having fun. Although, I have to admit, Simmy was a LITTLE obnoxious with them, but it's nothing to cry your lungs out about. Besides, they deserve it.
I'm trying to ignore her, because I know she'll give up after a while. Then she usually finds someone younger to bully, but I think she knows if she can get me mad enough, I will kick her in the gut (I've done it before). And that will get me in a lot of trouble, so I just try to avoid her.
But, man, it's not easy! When someone goes out of their way to be rude, it gets noticed! Oh yeah, that's the good part! 8th grade (:D) has noticed she's so obnoxious, and have started to deny her access to their classroom, computers, food, soda, and all the other cool stuff the 8th grade usually give out to the kids.
Man, YES sucks. Maybe Tam will be better. Which reminds me: ONLY ONE YEAR TO GO!!!! NEXT YEAR I'LL BE IN TAM!!!! W0O0O0O0OT!!!!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Happy Purim ya'll!
I still alive!
yup, I survived Ta'anis Esther. Chalk up one more for iguana's great feats of wonder.
So, guess who's running a booth at the annual purim carnival?
Tahts right! My best friend simmy and I are in charge of the FLUFF AND CHIPS BOOOTH!!! SCORE! And you know what our job is? For a full two hours, simmy and I get to stuff spoonfuls of marshmallow fluff into little kids' mouths! Oh the joy and happiness!
Frielichen Purim peoples!
yup, I survived Ta'anis Esther. Chalk up one more for iguana's great feats of wonder.
So, guess who's running a booth at the annual purim carnival?
Tahts right! My best friend simmy and I are in charge of the FLUFF AND CHIPS BOOOTH!!! SCORE! And you know what our job is? For a full two hours, simmy and I get to stuff spoonfuls of marshmallow fluff into little kids' mouths! Oh the joy and happiness!
Frielichen Purim peoples!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My walk home with the pt
Why me?
*We begin walk home from school, taking the Roosevelt route instead of keefe. Not long after we disembark, the pt is having the time of her life splashing through muddy puddles.
ME: pt, don't splash through muddy puddles.
PT: why?
ME: because you'll get your boots all muddy
PT: they were muddy ever since recess!
ME: yeah, well don't splash in any more puddles, okay?
PT: no
soon she ran out of puddles and had to 'degrade' to side walk status anyway. So anyway, we continue walking and get around the corner onto 53rd street when the pt stops me yet again.
PT: iguana, can we stop?
ME: no, why?
PT: because I have to tie my shoe
ME:.....
ME: pt, you're wearing boots.
PT: oh yeah. I have to tie my boots.
ME: why can't you just wait till we get home?
PT: because the laces are getting all muddy.
ME: now, if we hadn't splashed in the muddy puddles, our laces wouldn't be muddy, would they?
PT: yes they would
ME: how so?
PT: well, I could've just been walking all the time in the field looking at my feet, and then I would've stepped in a puddle and it would get muddy on the ice anyway!
ME: ....?
PT: (walks away)
So this continues about halfway through till we get to Roosevelt and are ready to cross when the pt points our some vital observations.
PT: see that pile of dirt, on top of that pile of snow?
ME: yeah?
PT: it looks like a dinosaur.
ME: I dunno..it looks more like a frog to me.
PT: maybe it's a dinofrog?
ME: let's just get going.
And so our journey comes to a close. At least, until we get inside the house and the pt refuses to pull off her boots using her hands. And since she has a bladder with the capacity of a teaspoon, she is rapidly thrashing on the floor of the front hall, screaming and trying to fling her boots off, and of course, refuses to let me help.
That's it for tonight folks. Really. That's it. Get lost.
*We begin walk home from school, taking the Roosevelt route instead of keefe. Not long after we disembark, the pt is having the time of her life splashing through muddy puddles.
ME: pt, don't splash through muddy puddles.
PT: why?
ME: because you'll get your boots all muddy
PT: they were muddy ever since recess!
ME: yeah, well don't splash in any more puddles, okay?
PT: no
soon she ran out of puddles and had to 'degrade' to side walk status anyway. So anyway, we continue walking and get around the corner onto 53rd street when the pt stops me yet again.
PT: iguana, can we stop?
ME: no, why?
PT: because I have to tie my shoe
ME:.....
ME: pt, you're wearing boots.
PT: oh yeah. I have to tie my boots.
ME: why can't you just wait till we get home?
PT: because the laces are getting all muddy.
ME: now, if we hadn't splashed in the muddy puddles, our laces wouldn't be muddy, would they?
PT: yes they would
ME: how so?
PT: well, I could've just been walking all the time in the field looking at my feet, and then I would've stepped in a puddle and it would get muddy on the ice anyway!
ME: ....?
PT: (walks away)
So this continues about halfway through till we get to Roosevelt and are ready to cross when the pt points our some vital observations.
PT: see that pile of dirt, on top of that pile of snow?
ME: yeah?
PT: it looks like a dinosaur.
ME: I dunno..it looks more like a frog to me.
PT: maybe it's a dinofrog?
ME: let's just get going.
And so our journey comes to a close. At least, until we get inside the house and the pt refuses to pull off her boots using her hands. And since she has a bladder with the capacity of a teaspoon, she is rapidly thrashing on the floor of the front hall, screaming and trying to fling her boots off, and of course, refuses to let me help.
That's it for tonight folks. Really. That's it. Get lost.
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