I'm back! And improved in many ways! How do you like the make-over? I decided the stuff from last year was slightly boring. Wow, am I GLAD to be out of 6th grade! That place stunk, majorly. 7th grade is WAY more awesome. My favorite privilege, of the many I have been granted, is two break periods instead of recess!! Really now, I didn't need recess. Break is awesome! It's just us, 8th grade, and the 3rd floor, no midget 5th graders moving around. You can do anything! Mostly, I go to 8th grade and play piano, or screw up their computers. That's fun! Other times I head over to the ol' bean bag and take a hearty nap. Yeah, someone brought in a plush purple bean bag, and I LOVE that thing. I sleep on it sometimes. The other thing I like is being heralded by queen by the younger grades. Why is it everyone looks up to 7th graders? Well, somehow I seem to have accumulated my own fanclub, because everywhere I go I have 5th, 4th, and sometimes even 3RD graders on my tail. They're always trying to get a peek in my sketch diary, where I keep my AMAZING TOO COOL pictures that I draw during class. Someday I'll get them up here, you just wait. So anyway, I usually have to shoo them off with a broom or something, because if I don't, they keep telling me:
"Wow!"
"They're SOOO GOOD!!"
"How'd you learn to draw like that? Did you take lessons?"
I just don't have the heart to tell them all off, though. Whatever. More cool things about 7g. I get to write a lot more! I love writing, especially short stories and such.
On a slightly different note, Fudge came home today. Yay! Don't tell her I said that though....Nah, she doesn't check this blog anyway. Phew! I wonder what she thinks about me....When I cleaned the house a while ago, she seemed pretty happy. Whatever, it's not like she's gonna be here that long, right? I bet I'm feeling happy she's home because I've spent at least 4 break periods trying to piece together her yearbook. The pages are just kind of fluttering around 8th grade, trying to get me to catch them and stuff them in a bag. Which I might do. Someday. All the people in that thing are like, MARRIED! Some of them are even working in the actual school!
I plan to pour my feelings into this blog, and exercise my 1st person writing skills. If I even have any. I have REALLY good 3rd person skills, I know that! But writing a blog in 3rd person would be kind of awkward.
Bye bye!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The lil navigator
As I may have already said, I'm going to university school now, and it's VERY hard to get to. Okay, not THAT hard, but pretty hard because it's really far away and there are a lot of different key turns and ramps that we keep missing. Everyday, either fudge, rafiki, or 30.cal will drive the PT and me to school. (yes that is correct grammer). However, today was different. I know how to get there because I've memorized already the turns and everything, but my brother wasn't quite sure. For some reason, he forgot which turn to take and we drove for 15 minutes in the opposite direction we were supposed to be going.
"er...Are you sure we're supposed to be going this way? I'm pretty sure we should've been going north on sherman..."
said I.
"Really?" said my brother.
"Oh boy! Look at that gas meter!"
Yes indeed we were nearly out of gas. So we stopped at a gas station, my bro got out and I think he tried to hook up the gas pipe to the car when a loud beeping noise emitted from the machine. He re-entered the car a moment later and said:
"This gas station doesn't work, let's try another one."
So we keep looking and we find another one eventually. We spent a total of three seconds in there when we figured out the pumps all said
"NO CARD, CASH ONLY"
So we kept looking, the gas meter dwindling all the way. At this point, I was very concerned. It was 9:00, we were at least three miles in the wrong direction, and out of gas. Of course none of this bothered the PT.
"Are we there yet?" she asked repeatdly, "When are we gonna get there? Helllllllloooooooo!!!!????"
Eventually we found a working gas station. However, we were there for at least twenty minutes because the attendant wouldn't let my brother pay for the gas with my father's card because, quote 'you not him!'. All this time, I was trying to entertain the PT by singing "banana phone."
me: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, banana phone!
pt: er....
me: ping pong ping pong ping pong ping, ponana phone!
pt: um...
me: I've got this feeeeling, it's so a-pealing,
pt: er..this is boring
me: for all of us to get together and sing, SING!
pt: singing is boring, iguana
me: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, banana phone!
pt: STOP! I don't even know the words to this song!
me: oh.
pt: look, iguana, why don't we just sit around and do nothing, okay?
me: but that's BORING!
pt: well, that's what I wanna do, so we're gonna do it, OKAY?!
me: all right....
Sooner or later, bro showed up and I directed him to the right track and we got to camp an hour later. Happy ending!
"er...Are you sure we're supposed to be going this way? I'm pretty sure we should've been going north on sherman..."
said I.
"Really?" said my brother.
"Oh boy! Look at that gas meter!"
Yes indeed we were nearly out of gas. So we stopped at a gas station, my bro got out and I think he tried to hook up the gas pipe to the car when a loud beeping noise emitted from the machine. He re-entered the car a moment later and said:
"This gas station doesn't work, let's try another one."
So we keep looking and we find another one eventually. We spent a total of three seconds in there when we figured out the pumps all said
"NO CARD, CASH ONLY"
So we kept looking, the gas meter dwindling all the way. At this point, I was very concerned. It was 9:00, we were at least three miles in the wrong direction, and out of gas. Of course none of this bothered the PT.
"Are we there yet?" she asked repeatdly, "When are we gonna get there? Helllllllloooooooo!!!!????"
Eventually we found a working gas station. However, we were there for at least twenty minutes because the attendant wouldn't let my brother pay for the gas with my father's card because, quote 'you not him!'. All this time, I was trying to entertain the PT by singing "banana phone."
me: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, banana phone!
pt: er....
me: ping pong ping pong ping pong ping, ponana phone!
pt: um...
me: I've got this feeeeling, it's so a-pealing,
pt: er..this is boring
me: for all of us to get together and sing, SING!
pt: singing is boring, iguana
me: ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, banana phone!
pt: STOP! I don't even know the words to this song!
me: oh.
pt: look, iguana, why don't we just sit around and do nothing, okay?
me: but that's BORING!
pt: well, that's what I wanna do, so we're gonna do it, OKAY?!
me: all right....
Sooner or later, bro showed up and I directed him to the right track and we got to camp an hour later. Happy ending!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
skirts, knees, and a bit of black magic
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.'
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.'
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!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Nuthing lik a colr war
Since everyone else seems to have already written a PT book, I thought I'd give it a shot. See, 5-8 grade girls recently had a color war (which I was in), so I thought it'd make pretty good for booking (whatever). Here goes!
Nuthing lik a colr war
by igwana
this book belogs to igwana
In the morning, I cheer
My tem dosnt lik to, not vere
the cheerledrs sleep late.
I forgt to poot on my costum
My captn gets mad.
"war aaa my lines is?"
"back in tem bas, that is war it is"
(What's going on on this page?)
(That's me klutzing out during our team themesong)
(What's going on in the cage?)
(that's the judge cage)
(the judge cage?)
(Yeah! the judges like to be up there!)
"AAA!"
"dont wory, we dont hav to memoriz them al today"
(Here I am praticing our cheer)
"Hmm?"
"Wat cind of scor is this?"
"You didnt get a good scor on this gam"
"WUAT?!"
(What's happening on this page?)
(Oh boy, are you gonna quit the team? Do you wanna cheat?)
(No, I think I will stay on the team.)
(What's happening on the next page?)
(dreaming...do..dooo.do..doo..)
(What are you dreaming of?)
(she's dreaming her captains weren't late to the field)
"Urg, wi do i keep getting bad scors?"
"Probabli becuz you dont hav enuf achdoos"
"Hmm...Mabe your cheers ar good
F for 'forgot my lins'
A for 'a jiant hedace.'"
Colr war is mor important
every other day!
Nuthing lik a colr war
by igwana
this book belogs to igwana
In the morning, I cheer
My tem dosnt lik to, not vere
the cheerledrs sleep late.
I forgt to poot on my costum
My captn gets mad.
"war aaa my lines is?"
"back in tem bas, that is war it is"
(What's going on on this page?)
(That's me klutzing out during our team themesong)
(What's going on in the cage?)
(that's the judge cage)
(the judge cage?)
(Yeah! the judges like to be up there!)
"AAA!"
"dont wory, we dont hav to memoriz them al today"
(Here I am praticing our cheer)
"Hmm?"
"Wat cind of scor is this?"
"You didnt get a good scor on this gam"
"WUAT?!"
(What's happening on this page?)
(Oh boy, are you gonna quit the team? Do you wanna cheat?)
(No, I think I will stay on the team.)
(What's happening on the next page?)
(dreaming...do..dooo.do..doo..)
(What are you dreaming of?)
(she's dreaming her captains weren't late to the field)
"Urg, wi do i keep getting bad scors?"
"Probabli becuz you dont hav enuf achdoos"
"Hmm...Mabe your cheers ar good
F for 'forgot my lins'
A for 'a jiant hedace.'"
Colr war is mor important
every other day!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's.....
It's all of them!!!Sorry, I just couldn't resist!
I bet I'll regret this later, but whatever. It was fun!
Center- Serena/ Sailor Moon
bottom right- Mina/ Sailor Venus
bottem left- Lita/ Sailor Jupiter
top left- Amy/ Sailor Mercury
top right- Ray/ Sailor Mars
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