A State of Utter Flabbergastation

Ernest came in this week. It's been so great, him and Eli hanging around. First night we sat around with Ema making fun of life and its inhabitants. The next night, two days ago, Ema and Papa went to Meet the Fockers while Ernest and I saw Lemony Snicket for the mere reason that he liked saying the name. Last night Eli came over and showed me how to use the new digital camcorder the parents got me for Chanuka. Look out world! I've got a camera and I'm not afraid to use it.
The stress is starting to pile on; midterms start next week, along with about six different projects due for about four different classes. Ayelet, I'm really starting to relate, and would like to formally apologize for having provoked you every night while you were going through this stupid you-know-what.
Why am I in such a good mood?!!

Rant of the Fatigued

Hello world at large! I'm trying to find something positive about you. Maybe if you tuck me into bed a wee bit earlier I'd be a wee bit happier. Maybe if I had more possessions, I'd have more to do. Maybe if I had less possessions, I'd be a wee bit free-er. Maybe if I had more friends, I'd do a lot more. Maybe if I had less friends, I'd enjoy myself a lot more. But only if they were good friends. Very good friends. Friends who could tell my mood at the drop of a hat and be able to do something about it. Tell me, world, are there really such people? Because they just seem to be passing me by. Why aren't you producing such friends for me? I give my life over to you, why can't you give me other lives to make up for it? Why must I sit in hard desks and fume at self-righteous students and teachers who take advantage of their power? Why isn't there someone next to me whispering in my ear that they're all bitches? Why do I have to tell it to myself? I tell myself enough things without having to criticize the stupid things in life.
Ahhhhhhhh. I suppose someday I shall meet such people. Someday. Someday ...

Epiphany

Heh, heh - the Quote of the Day. By yours truly.


In every discussion, someone gets hurt. Otherwise, there's point.

Citrus Fruit

Hello, everybody. How is everything? Talk to me.

If life gives you lemons, you have three options:
1) Make lemonade (standard)
2) Throw them at people (TM)
3) Fall over and die (BR)
It's your choice.
Votes anyone?

Irritable Annoyance

Well, there's not much to say lately. If I'm in school, I either talk to Bluma or make fun or fight with the other girls. At home, I either type, watch, or read myself to two o'clock in the morning. Chanuka has only been a consolation because of memories of past times when it really was great. There really was nothing in it this year.
I'm starting to rebel more and more. It's not like anyone can actually say anything, though, because half the time it's private and half the time I'm just keeping in line with what lesser people around me do. I really am becoming a snobbish pig.

So what's Christmica been like by all of you? Haven't really heard from anyone but Ayelet - thanks for calling, by the way! - and Tsiona, who wasn't very responsive at the time of the call. So, hope you're all doing okay, reading good books, doing great things, seeing neat sights - GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE!

Twists and Turns

It's getting to be too much ... blundering through the day, half dead with jet lag ...

I keep spotting the picture frame on top of my shelves, the one the Grossmans gave us for some reason or another and I received. Four frames ... two filled, with pictures of Chana, Bluma and me at senior dinner 9th and 10th grade. What about 11th and 12th? Hummmmmm ...

I think I might become a fashion designer for Jewish girls. Could be fun, along with being an author.