SemGirl Ramble 2

You know that feeling you get when things are looking great, everything is falling into your lap and for the life of you, you can’t just imagine anything better? And then everything just…gets better? Sounds rare, crazy, idealistic and possibly insane, but…

Welcome to the past week of my life.

So, quick updates and sign-in is coming up in less than ten minutes. (Actually, the madrichot just signed us in without making us climb four flights of stairs, so I get to stay in the computer room in the basement. See what I mean about insanely awesome?)

To review, because you’ve probably forgotten about my existance, so how can you recall where I’m up to in life?

Rosh Hashana was phenom- went to Karmiel with my sister and stayed at great family friends, had a blast and spent some quality time with my BFF.

The time leading up to Yom Kippur was slightly stressful, classes and much emotional junk going on, think I wrote about that, but I did OK.

Yom Kippur spent at Medrash Shmuel, beautiful choirs with soloists galore, lots of walking and broke my fast twice. Lol. Spending the fast day in the holiest city in the world was INCREDIBLE and hopefully I will never ever forget it.

And then came Sukkos prep. Prepare for some breathtaking stories because this girl is living in the Holy City, where miracles happen. Every. Day.

The day after Yom Kippur, a Thursday, our sem took us on a crazy long full day trip. Woken up before 8:00 am by our Trip Coordinator, with cheery words and loud, boy-choir music, we stumbled down to the bus, most of us feeling slightly “post-fast” and very tired.

We first went sand duning,  just cimbing massive hills of sand and running or rolling down, and this was near Ashdod. After sweating like we were in the Sahara desert, we made our way to the stunning beach of the Mediteranian Sea, somwhere in Hertzlya, I think. The water was a stunning blue-green, the sky bright with the sun streaming through, and the sand white as a set of Crest Whitestrips enhanced teeth (um, what?). We splashed and jumped and squealed, and the salty water washed over us, to the point that our eyes and noses were quite sore. No joke, I thought I would get washed away at one point, and the lifeguards had to keep yelling,

“Banot!” Which means “girls”, and then a whole string of Hebrew warnings would follow, all of which we gaily ignored. Our time at the beach was glorious, and stay tuned for pictures.

Now, since we beached in our clothes, we had to make our wet and sandy way back to the bus for the third time, and sat uncomfortably until we got to the boat docks.

This part of Hertzlya was beautiful, and as the sun began to sink in the sky, the first shift of sem girls, myself included, boarded a massive speedboat with a net in the back. Ten girls would take turns lying in the net, which meant we were flying inches above the water. Since the boat was going so fast, it would bump up and down, crashing over the incoming waves, causing enourmous amounts of water to spray up and down, and throwing us around so we quite literally were like fish in a net. The experience was horrifying, frightening, exhilerating and enjoyable, all twined up in one salty, confused, bumpy ride.

There was one wave so big, for a second the boat seemed to hang in midair, and then it came crashing down in such a way that I was completely blinded, screaing with my hands pressed against my eyes and nose (oh, that water was salty!) and my feet went completely over my head as I smashed into the wall of the boat.

Thankfully, there were no injuries, and I can happily say that I still had a smile on my face (my dripping wet face) as I clambered up the slippery deck, grabbing onto poles and friends alike as I raced for a seat before the next wild wave. Many girls felt sea-sick, but I just felt thrilled, like a true sailor at sea.

I got incredible pictures of the setting sun, sailboats, and all water related things, and unfortunatly, all too soon, our trip came to an end.

We changed in a mall on the pier, walking past Gap in sopping, dripping clothes and flip-flops was not awkward at ALL (the restroom cleaner got a little ticked off) but we apologized and cleaned up as best as we could.

We ate dinner, davened mincha and bussed (again!) to a park where people work out and adults can play and be children there.

My friends and I made a chain down a massive tunnel slide, which resulted in many bruises. Surprisingly, sand duning, swimming in a sea and rocking a boat ride are not problematic for seminary girls, but going down a tunnel slide is.

Through all this time, I had not yet made Sukkos plans for second days and I was FREAKING out (they kept blasting music on the bus, I got wrong numbers, busy signals…) but when we got back to seminary, I finally got my Sunday night and Monday lunch meals in order.

Here I will stop, give you a few minutes of a break, see if I can get pictures up, and then start a new post!

Stay tuned, comment hard!

Keep UNraveling!

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Late Grad

 

And so the time has come again; that awful, awful time, like missing the alarm clock ring, or getting soaked as a road-enraged driver forces his vehicle through a muddy puddle; the time where tears of laughter turn to tears of heartbreak, where the deer waits with bated breath for a sign of the jaguar, and this time is imminent upon us.

Therefore, without further ado, I must declare with most sincere apologies, once again, that this time which I have been referring to is time too long. 

 

So. There you have it. Sorry (as usual) for keeping you waiting for so long. These blog posts take their time coming out.

But, now that we got the hard part out of the way, it’s onto fun, fun, fun!

The first thing I have to say is that I am no longer a victim!

Victim? What is this, one might say, that unravel can be a victim? How so?

Well, when a stranger wishes to know where I’m from and what school I go to, instead of answering “Detroit, Homeschooled“, (and then going into a lengthy description of the latter, replete with handouts and PowerPoint presentations, hence, the victimization) I can smile smugly and say, “Detroit. None.”

 

Upon hearing this, they may peer closely at me and say, “Do you mean to tell me that you’re….-gasp- homeschooled?”

“Nope.” I will reply. “None means none.”

“Aha! So you are UNschooled!”

“Even better!” I will respond. “I am DE-schooled!” This sentence will throw them off-balance (quite literally) so I will save them and say, “You know how it is, deplaning means getting off of a plane after a flight journey, Deschooling means….leaving school after a fright journey.”

Hope they didn’t have a fright journey

Blank stares.

“Graduation? Get it?”

“Oh.”

Yes. Well, to be very, very, very clear, I am officially (well….unofficially-the ceremony is on Wednesday) a high school GRADUATE! Which, in essence, means I am on summer vacation, I am NO LONGER a senior…and all this happened today!

I had hours of schoolwork and no time and I prayed to G-d which is the only ONLY way it all turned out good in the end! And since I have spent the day reflecting how I slept for four hours last night, I will end this post promptly and say goodnight.

(Just wanted to add, fright journey was purely for the heck of it; high school-even as a homeschooler was REALLY not that bad but if I had to do it over…I wouldn’t.

Keep UNraveling!

M+A=T-H

The day I start and complete my math assignment without a single interruption is the day pigs will fly.

“If pigs could fly, this town would be an airport.”

That’s a slightly humorous bumper sticker I saw somewhere. And there  goes my phone ringing, and there’s an interesting blog post to look at…hmmm, should I check out Freshly Pressed? Can you say ADD? Say, who discovered ADD? Wikipedia, here we go. Oh, wow, check out that ad! I always wanted an ENDLESS SWIMMING POOL! Dang!

This list of important things to do is simply endless, especially because it is created quite spontaneously, and only while I am contemplating mathematical figures.

I read a cute poem somewhere that describes my predicament nearly perfectly:

“I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?”

— Richard LeGallienne

Now, if you’ll just let me make some subtle editing, ignoring all copyrights, naturally, then you might find the following to be slightly more fitting:

“I meant to do my math today,
After my online shopping spree,
An advertisement flitted across the screen,
And my texts beckoned seductively.
And my iPod was playing in my ear,
As I Wiki-d stuff I HAD to know,
And my blog was crying pitifully
So what could I do but click and go?”

–UnravelMyThoughts

Funny, isn’t it? I actually like Richie’s poem better. I’d much rather procrastinate in the great outdoors, shooting hoops, watching sunsets, gazing at trees…Google is so not cool compared to G-d’s Great Outdoors.

I want to be free from this math, this laptop, this screen. I want to soar away from the evil constraints of algebraic expressions, dangerously mixed with my tired little brain. I wish to leap and skip about like a child, with innocence and pure joy, to fly through the clear skies of freedom (I am not a pig) instead of staring at empty textbook words all day long.

But, alas, I must sit and stare and slog through this boring account of The Autobiography of Numbers:

“I met my variable  some negative years ago, after living parallel lives for a long time. We were both quite happy to be placed together under the loving warmth of parentheses. We multiplied quickly at first but soon divided, because one of us was being irrational, slightly odd, even, and claimed that the square roots refused to function the way they should.

It was a sad, dismal time for us both, and as I walked the number line of despair, depression and distress, someone pointed out that I had too many unsolved problems, and they were increasing exponentially.

I decided to write this book in the hopes that high school students everywhere would help solve some of my problems, thus rounding off their educational abilities.

I understand that this may annoy some of them, as I go on forever and can never, ever be extinguished. However, these students rely on me for so many things in their lives; it’s only fare that they should help make things equal.

In conclusion, I must give some sage advice: Never add 2 and 2 and come up with 5, as that would be the biggest insult you could give me! But if you baked a Pi for me, the way my dear Aunt Sally used to, well, that might change my expression!”

Hey, extra CREDIT to anyone that can COUNT all 25 (slightly) hidden allusions to Numbers/Math!!

Anyways, once all those numbers are oozing out of my brain, I might as well go finish that assignment. Maybe tomorrow pigs will fly.

Thanks for reading! Comment below!

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Tree Leaves, Pep Talks and No More Self Pity

(no, it’s not tea leaves, it’s TREE leaves…just saying 🙂 )

“ENOUGH of those MELANCHOLY posts!” I said. “I will turn over a NEW leaf; I will bring a ray of SUNSHINE into my life! Because it is through no fault but my own that my life has taken a turn for the worse! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??!?!?!”

Ah. Because, as I’ve said countless times, I have been stressed. And reading my blog has probably been boring for you. Seriously, who wants to slog through three thousand complaints about why some girls life SUCKS??

Like, who cares if my two closest friends and one closest sister are in Israel for a year?
Who cares that my social life has suddenly turned into a risky, stressful obstacle course, who cares that family life has changed drastically, that the creepiest guy texted me and freaked me out, that my other close friend is moving to Seattle, that these art classes are giving me a great education in street language, maybe, but not in art, that I was placed in an ALGEBRA I class for G-d’s sake, embarrassingly enough because it would be “great to catch up on it for Algebra II…”  despite the fact that I haven’t seen this stuff since ninth grade, so of course I don’t remember it, no.
Who cares that the weather is turning colder, bringing my down, that my job is…something unpleasant at times, and that I am such a hormonal, grouchy teen with mood swings that are scarier than a still, moonless night…

WHOO CARES??????????? Not you. Not you. Not I, said the Cat.

Well, cat. Not I either.

It’s time to move on.

My summer kinda sucked, I mean, I had a few vacations and three small, random but great jobs, but it was boring for the most part.

So? So, now my year has to suck?NO! This is senior year! (This is a pep-talk, actually. Just ignore me till I’m through with myself…)

 

So, I DO NOT! Repeat after me! (Sir, yes sir!)

I DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A LOUSY YEAR!

I WILL NOT HAVE A LOUSY YEAR!

YAY! 

NOW DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 40! (chocolate bars, I meant. 40 of them. Ahh…..heres to a GREAT year!)

Wow I just accidentally deleted all that and then restored it.

Here’s to locking the mousepad on my Dad’s laptop, more like 🙂 (THAT was a story of my life moment. Anyways…)

Anyways, I hear the glorious sounds of hammers banging…my neighbors like to build their Succah early.

We get ours up two days before Succos. Hah.

Happiness is OOOOZZZINGGG out of me…it’s actually a pretty sight.

I had a great time with my girls today, who joined me for nearly TWO HOURS at our Tzniyus Group! Go Tzniyus Groupies!!!!! Us Elite Members had a great time discussing the Duggar family, clothes, shoes, and toes, knee replacement surgery and PLENTY of other subjects that were ACTUALLY related to tzniyus, which means modesty, for those of you that didn’t know that.

In which case you might want to join the club. Literally. ha ha.

I missed my creepy crazy humor on this here blog. Good to have you back, humor.

I got your back.

I also got in pajamas already.

And now I’m gonna surf this net and find cute clothes for me to BLOW my money on…

Fall is here! Can’t wait to jump into those leaves!

Just saying, I still miss my friends and stuff, but it’s kinda gonna be like WINTER for me.

Up until now, I’ve been that tree with leaves on it all summer, swaying in the breeze, having a good time, or bored, standing still in the muggy heat.

Now it is fall, so the leaves are turning colors, things are changing. And eventually, I’ll learn to live without these leaves as they fall to the ground, and I’ll go through winter. Sure, it might be cold at times, and it’s gonna feel weird to be so bare, so naked.

 

 

Four Seasons - Longbridge Road

Image by joiseyshowaa via Flickr

But I’ll get through it, this growing process, and spring will come, the way it always does. And I’ll be blossoming (lol that was an overused one today…) and I’ll have grown, and changed, and before I know it, it will be summer again, and they’ll all be back, and life will be great, and the leaves will rustle in the breeze once more! I know it’s a never-ending cycle, but it’s gratifying to know that there will be good times, despite the bad.

And yes, I did just call myself a tree. Hugs, anyone?

Keep UNraveling!

SEPTEMBER!

“We went to the beach! Not just any beach, mind you, but my mom’s friend who lives on a lake house…omg. They had kayaks, jet skis, a motor boat with a tube and of course, the good old sand and water…”

“Gosh, traveling is not as cool as some people think it may be. Although it is fascinating to notice that all the guys on Delta flights have this problem…they can’t keep their hands off of women’s luggage! Any time a chick is putting up or taking down heavy luggage, the guys are like dogs at the end of a leash, doing whatever they can to control themselves, but it doesn’t work, ever, and they end up helping the poor girl out…”

“Ohmygosh I threw up thirteen times in one day!!!!!!….”

“I was in Vail, Colorado last week, which has a bit of an altitude problem, making it hard for us mere mortals from Michigan to breath properly. A sign in a tourist shop said it so perfectly: ‘This town is HIGH’…”

“Although so many people are talking sadly about summer’s end, and then switching their outlook by saying, ‘Well, at least we have fall’, my family decided to take a firm stance and enjoy the last days of summer by going Up North…”

“I’m sitting here in my bed, depressed as anything, because my older, oldest and only a year apart sister left to Israel, and my best friend of over four years and my super-close friend of over ten years both joined her…”

 

These few sentences are all openings to blog posts that have been floating around in my head all summer.

I know I told you about my lack of internet, so I’m using my dad’s laptop to get around the ridiculous problem. Oh, and it works in my room, but my computer doesn’t. WTH?

Anyways, I never did get around to posting half of the things I wanted to, nor will I ever, I bet, but rest assured, those things all did happen and now here I am with summer over, memories packed away, not too far away, but firmly enough that I can hopefully focus on this school year.

My little sister and brother started school today; my older sister (and two close friends) left for Israel on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, respectively; my brother is in high school in Virginia, so it’s an almost empty house.

Actually, there’s me and four boys, two girls at home, which is seven, but like I said, two ARE in school all day, bringing the large family of nine to less than half its usual amount…it’s nice. 🙂

I have sort of entered my school year routine, working out, davening, showering and eating in the morning, going to babysit for two hours in the afternoon.

I plan on starting an art course tomorrow, and signing up for high school math. Community college is being pushed off until January.

Anyways, that’s a small piece of my life, and oh, to rub it in, one of my good homeschooled buddies is moving to Seattle in about two weeks, which is just great. THis town is now officially bereft of any friends of mine…well, there’s still a few, actually. 🙂

Keep UNraveling!

She

She blinked her eyes sleepily. Again, adding a slight rub with her hands. Checked the time on her alarm clock. “Nine-thirty!” She gasped, jumping out of her bed onto the cold floor.

Grabbing her new junky phone, she quickly texted her friend: “HEY! thx for asking and i just asked lil bro hes like y wud i wanna com but then he sed fine lol. R we gonna go? Oh good morn btw- ugh g2g wash my face”

She then proceeded to wash her face, thinking all the while about what she would wear. The weather was really windy, and she wasn’t sure if it would be that bad at the stables, where she was headed.

Her first time horseback riding. Thoughts of falling off the horse filled her head as she quickly dried her face and put her toothbrush away. Now completely awake, she dashed back into her room to read her friends’ text.

“Haha! ya we r going. good morning to u too! unless it storms within the next 2 hours but it shouldn’t.”

But it looked like it would.

She wore a short flarey skirt, tights, a shirt and a zip up hoodie for the wind.

She went downstairs, ate, came back up, made sure everything was ready, ran back down to take vitamins- YUM!-back up again because she forgot her phone. Then she waited for her friend to come pick her up.

The wind howled slightly, along with her stomach. She was nervous; that was all. It was her first time, after all.

She discovered she had three phones in her new purse. She ran back upstairs to put two of them away. One was quite enough. Lunch, snack, drinks, check. Her 12 year old brother who loves horses? Check. He carried the food. No, he didn’t. He made her carry it.

Her ride came.

They got into the car. Her brother was silent; he was outnumbered, what with his sister, her friend, HER sister, and their mom, who was driving. It took an hour to get there. It looked like the Wizard of Oz weather.

Tornado weather.

They had interesting conversations about the army base that was nearby, or was it a National Guard base? She didn’t know what the heck National Guard was. She didn’t care. Anything with guns was cool. Her brother joined in a little. They talked about snipers. And school, and horses, and other things.

She wasn’t that nervous, and definitly not about the horses. More about the fear of the unknown, she decided.

They arrived. She couldn’t believe it. One stretch of dried out grass in the counrty looked the same as the next. There were a bunch of horses swishing their tails and munching stuff, under an awning. There was a little building. And lots and lots of horse dung.

They got out of the car. She felt nervous again.

She borrowed her friends moms windbreaker. It was too big, but it was warm.

They went to the little awning. The howling wind fit into the dry scenery, rustling bare branches of trees, and gray sky. It was not horseback riding weather.

Only it was.

She was good at naming people, based on their looks. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, but it sure made her laugh. The woman looked like an Edith. Not that Edith is a bad name. But still. She sniggled to herself, as the woman started to talk. Like an Edith.

“Ah sure wouldn’t go out in this here weather” she grumbled in her countr-ay accent. “Edith” explained that although she would get fired if she actually told them not to ride, she sure didn’t recomend it.

They looked at each other for awhile, wondering what to do. Then, she suggested that they only ride for half an hour. Edith grumbled an agreement and went to saddle up the horses.

Meanwhile, her friends mother helped calm her down by telling her funny stuff form her riding experiences. She laughed, and before she knew it, they had paid, a man with a French braid had ridden up in a truck, and it was time to go.

Frenchie would be their leader. He looked more Scottish to her, she decided. He seemed nice. He had them line up by a fence, while he and “Edith” brought out the horses.

Her brother mounted really smoothly. She probably did too, but she was too aware of the massiveness of the horse to notice.

Frenchie explained the steering. “Whoa” he said, demonstrating ways to stop or reverse. “Whoa”, she imitated. Frenchie seemed satisfied. She didn’t feel ready. Frenchie mounted his horse, a speckled brown and white. She didn’t know what it was called. She didn’t care.

Hers was black. Every time it snorted or moved she would get scared. It felt so weird, being mounted on top of another being. Not that she compared herself to a horse, although sometimes she felt like one. But still.

She looked around. Her horse was a boy, named BJ. He was lazy, and had his eyes closed, as the mom pointed out. She grinned; this wasn’t so hard.

Then they started to walk.

It wasn’t smooth. But she hung on to the reins with her right hand, and the saddle horn wiht her left. They clopped along. She fell behind, and had to urge BJ alot to move his lousy…self. He snorted and twitched. They rode over green grass, into the woods.

Leaves were all over the ground, but no-where near the trees. She watched as massive brickloads of brown goo, known as poop, escaped the rear end of the horse in front of her, Dallas, which her brother was riding.

She was grossed out, even though her friends mother had warned her. This natural occurence happened frequently. She learned to ignore it.

“Downhill” Frenchie yelled, at the top of a steep rise. “What do I DO?” She screamed back, petrified.
“Lean backwards to compensate for the angle” he replied. She noticed that no-one else was leaning back as far as she was.

Maybe she eased up on her back bend. Or maybe BJ didn’t give a horse-turd regarding her position.

Either way, he broke into a trot. Going downhill. She screamed. She didn’t go crazy, just screamed, horrified, jostled, and clutching the reins.

“What do I DOOOO?” She asked, “zipping” by everyone.
“Say ‘Whoa'”, she was told. She did. It worked. She felt…stupid. And girly.

It was not her last time trotting, but at least she got better at it. Maybe.

The horses stopped to drink water. One swished his tail. She got sprayed.

She hated going uphill. She had to lean forward; she thought they would tumble down.

She had to steer BJ around trees, and not get hit in the eye, face, leg or arm. She had to lean forward, back, and do ‘something’ with her legs while trotting, respectively.

After awhile, she relaxed, breathed, and just enjoyed it. She could almost imagine that this was fun. Like driving; it could be boring at times, or too stressful at times. But just relaxing, now that was a perfectly happy medium.

It drizzled lightly a couple of times. A branch fell somewhere in the woods.

She was glad when it was nearly over. She hated when one horse in front (they were always in  front) would break into a trot; BJ was a copy-horse, and he would take her by surprise. Her feet would come out of the stirrup, and she would yell a broken, “Whoaa-aah-ahha-aha!” as each move of BJ’s limbs bounced her up and down.

Then they would stop. It was so anticlimatic that she stopped yelling. They walked their horses back. It looked so graceful when the others would trot. Only she felt the bounce. Not really, it just FELT that way.

When it was time to dismount, she kind of stood with one foot in the stirrups, while Ediths face seemed to spell out, “City Girls”.  Her brother rubbed it in a couple of times later, but she managed to get down.

They said thank you.

They drove home.

She nearly fell asleep in the car.
When she got home she did fall asleep. Then she woke up.

She was not in the mood of schoolwork, so she surfed the net, listened to an amazing lecture by her favorite lecturer, and finally emptied her email inbox. Some of the stuff by accident, but she didn’t care.

Her family had pizza for supper, and then she had to watch all her little siblings, because no one else would. It was annoying. It was also fun.

She didn’t complain when her mom finally came home; just left to meet her freind. Then they walked, talked and texted, until her dad picked her up from her friends house. She went home.

She typed on her blog. She looked in the mirror. She is Me.

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The Ramble 14

Generally, I like to wait until I get numerous hits and comments, hah hah, before I write a new post. But suddenly I realized, screw it, I am not writing for you, I am writing for me.

Well, maybe for you a little bit. Hmmm. Like the part about changing the theme- I think this one is so much brighter, resembles me way better, and it’s easier to read. That part is for you:) Comment if it’s better or worse…

In recent happenings, I blacked out today by standing up too fast to get a little piece of paper. Next thing I knew I was leaning against a cold white wall, saying, where am I?

I had been in middle of a thought on my studies, and to this hour, I honestly do not remember what it was. It was rather scary, and the first time I really blacked out, but thank G-d I am OK. I hope.

I told my mom, who said it happens to her alot, and I asked my Dr. one time a while back and he said get up slow. Anti-climatic, right?

My parents instilled a pretty little curfew on my sister and I of 10:30 indoors with 11:00 lights out. Seeing as I have been getting up really late lately, that is understandable (even though I mentioned previously I get up early,,, hah well early by MY standareds, aparently). However, I doubt this is gonna work this should be  interesting to try…:)

Boring. WEll, my head hurts.

Gawd I am unamusing.

But once again, my goal here is NOT to amuse, entertain, or inspire you. IT is for me to clatter loudly on my old keyboard which is wired because my dad decided he needed teh wireless one and i think the other one broke. It’s not THAT bad really, only my parents know when I’m up because of this evil chatter.

I should not be blogging now, I still have to read a chapter of navi, but whatever.

I am in middle of a SICK book hah ok, its good, not sick, and it is called Princess Ben, by Catherine Gilbert Murdock. It is a fantasy, a fairy-tale twist of sorts, and I am quite entranced. It has a massively high vocabulary, for me anyways. It’s not the best book I have ever read, but it is definitly going on my recomended list, which doesn’t really exist, although it should..

I have been homeschooled since fourth grade, with a quick jump back into school for eighth. In those six years, I have read numerous amounts of books. Like, alot. I got pretty far ahead of my peers in that area, althoug a little behind in the math part of life. Titter titter. Too bad, I hate math.

That’s waht I love about homeschooling, I can choose which subjects to pursue more than others. I guess in school you can do that too, by not taking notes or studying particularly hard for certan subjects, but you just get in trouble with that because of bad grades.

I don’t get bad grades; I don’t get any grades. I dont take tests.

I decided I like the History Channel.

My head hurts.

I need to work out- otherwise I wil have gone for two days in a row without excersising. NOt good, not good at all. Especially if you take in the amount of time I sit in this here chair typing, or on my bed reading scholastic material, or listening to lectures or drawing…yeah, I gotta kick some.

But my head does hurt.

Gosh I sound like I have no life. I hung with a friend late last night. And every other night this past week, with different friends. And I am loaded on weekends. It’s only the bloggng nights that I feel like a loser, rambling away about nothing. Hang on a sec…

WEll. That was something to ramble away about. Hm, I just did…a good deed, I guess? Not sure what that was all about, I know I am beng evasive, but too bad, suffer. Once again I will remind you that I am blogigng selfishly. Even my splenging shouldtn annoyt you becasues thsis is for me.

NO, I am just pissed off slightly annoyed at my faithful friends for not reading. Well, to be  honest, for the firts time in my long life, I don’t read theirs that much either…

Ok, I do.

Oh, shut it. Im signing off now.

Keep UNraveling!

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