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!


(300) Sixty Second Update

The minute the clock says 11:54 I started writing. I have until 11:55. That won’t take me very far, I bet.

Basically, I miss this blog but not enough to keep updating it cuz I like to write for my friends in Isreal now and they’re quite a handful to deal with and so I give them private info and I can’t really publish all that on this here blog and why would I want to type it all up twice or go back and edit out names and stuff?

So this blog has been neglected and it’s 11:55 but I obviously don’t care let’s get another minute.

I went to NY for Winter BREAK nad it was FREAKING AMAZING and I had a GREAT time and I saw my Brooklyn and Passaic friends and visited my grandparents and accumulated awesome stories, most of which I will not be sharing with you because I’m sharing them with my Isreal people lol

So don’t be all offended I’m sure I’ll keep up with this in the summer…

My nails are painted a blue so dark they’re black…

I need to go to sleep early for work tomorrow…

It’s been over two minutes!

I need to go to Walgreens tomorrow…who goes to Walgreens???

but I can’t find this product anywhere else so Walgreens it is…like, Green Walls?
Which, speaking of, I’m going to be finding out about seminary tomorrow, G-d willing!
So if you’re reading this now, I would appreciate some prayers on the general subject!

And now, without further ado,

Good Night!

Keep UNraveling!

Fool-O The Leader

I just went through my Followers page and apparently I have over 30 followers and I know barely a third of them, which is pretty petrifying if you think of it.

I mean, who are you, O Follower of My Blog? You, yes you! You never comment, and do you actually read my blog?  I’m not subscribed to yours; should I be?

Some of you have been subscribed to my blog for over a YEAR and I didn’t even know it!

This makes me confused.

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I don’t know why.  But then again, that’s probably because I am confused.

It’s holiday time now, and I guess a lot of us are sitting around with family and friends, or maybe, sadly, but more likely, we are sitting with our computers.

We are all checking our Inbox and Walls, and our Dashboards, of course.

Anna checking facebook

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Of course. But how many of us actually read the 37 blogs we are subscribed to?

How many of us actually have the time, patience, or interest to do that?

Not many, I guess.

Many a time have I glanced warily at a blog that landed in my inbox, scanned the title, hesitated, and then firmly hit “Delete”.

Simply because I don’t have the time, patience or interest.

It’s not personal; I subscribed because I enjoyed one or two posts (or maybe I OD’d on your entire blog and enjoyed all of it!) but it’s been a while since then and I don’t remember why I liked it, what you wrote about, or even the fact that I subscribed!

This leads me to a sad truth; most of my subscribers are probably the same way!

I guess I am no longer confused, or petrified, because all of you 30-something Followers are not letting my words penetrate further than your inbox!

While this brings about a feeling of relief, it’s also a bit of a let-down, because if it isn’t you reading this, who is it?

Well, whoever you are, I will probably never know, and as my bedtime has fast approached, hovered, and passed, I must bid you a good night and a Happy Holidays!

Thanks for reading!

Keep UNraveling!

This! Is! Funny!

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Hiccups, Coughs and Torture All in One

“Whatever you say goes back to you” is a stupid, childish phrase that I hate to repeat, yet I can’t think of a more fitting sentance to describe what just happened to me moments ago.


I was eating supper with my brothers (pizza, actually!) and we were discussing torture methods, such as tying up a guys arms, legs and mouth and passing his favorite hot food under his nose for three seconds, then leaving for 24 hours, before repeating the process.

Somehow, our conversation switched to riddles and I repeated this one I heard a few weeks ago:

“Bob is walking through the desert, when suddenly he needs a drink. He walks into the nearest bar, and asks for a drink of water. The bartender pulls out a gun, holds it up, and scares Bob. Bob says thanks, and leaves” Obvious question; what is going on here?

Well, my brothers tried guessing various things; water gun, what’s a bar doing in the desert, etc, etc, but to no avail. Meanwhile, I filled my mother in on my day, crazy application story, how I tried to buy a phone off of craigslist from some druggie, you know, the usual.


Suddenly, I coughed on my water (can’t remember why) splurted it out over my pizza, backwashed it into my cup, and caught the remaining leaks in my hand. Awkward, and I don’t think I’ve done that since I was three.

As I was alternating coughing and laughing, I said, “OH, NO! I hope I don’t get the hiccups!” You see, when I cough a lot, I get the hic-hiccups.

My body did not fail me this time. DANG! My brothers cracked up, because of course, “I hope I don’t hic!…” sounds pretty funny. So there I was hiccuping for all I was worth, and it’s a lot, let me tell you that, when I suddenly thought of the riddle.

“That’s the answer, by the way!” I said, “Bob has the hiccups. He needs a drink- to stop the hiccups, and the bartender scares them out of him by holding up a gun”

We all cracked up, because who says a hiccup riddle and gets the hiccups? We then discussed hiccup-removal methods, and if water, thinking of giraffes, or being scared works. My 13 year old brother gave a little “ROAR” but I just raised my eyebrows. And made a cute little “hic!”

Then I went to tell my mom the riddle’s answer (my misfortunate plight) and my little brother kept bugging me until I turned and barked/hiccuped, “WHAT?”

“I wanna show you something” he said. It immediatly entered my mind that 13 year old brother was hiding behind the staircase, ready to jump at me and scare the hiccups out of me, but I followed, still talking to my mother.

Just as I took a breath in to cough, my mother moved away from where she was standing and my brother jumped out from the bathroom entance- NOT where I had been expecting him to come from at ALL- and he yelled

“RAHHHHHH!” I screamed almost as loud as him, mid-cough, so it sounded worse, and LITERALLY jumped in the air. After I had finished gasping and laughing…I realized my hiccups were gone. GONE! It works! He scared the “hic” outta me!

Though he didn’t hold me up with a gun, well, my brother jumping out of the wall is nearly as scary, and so, what I had spoken about before all came straight back to me.

So, my dear children, watch what you say…but don’t come running to me if you’ve been discussing Mercedes and iPhones and they haven’t appeared. I’ll just tie you up and wave some pizza under your nose…heh heh heh…

Anyways, I know I’ve been neglecting you, bloggie, but that’s because I started a new one, just between me and some friends…but I haven’t been keeping that one going either! Oh, well…

Keep UNraveling!


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?”


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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Midnight Rambles; Raving Mad

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I’m flossing my teeth as I type these words when my cell phone rings.

Quickly tapping “answer”, I use my elbow to adjust the phone into the nook of my shoulder.

“Hey,” I say, continuing to type.

“Hey, you, what’s UP?” A voice exclaims. “I’ve been trying your house phone; no one ever picks up!”

I snort. “Duh. What do you expect? Why did you call my house, anyways?”

“Well, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you- I don’t have your cell number! It’s getting ridiculous, you know?”

“Are you serious?” I nearly drop my floss. My attention is now completely undivided. “I thought I texted it to you ages ago!”

“Yeah, to my old number. Couldn’t transfer contacts…long story. So, can I have your number?”

“Of course!” I proceed to tell her my number, make her swear to text me, and then ring off.

Back to this blog. Oh, I love writing!

Wait, I hear something. My mom is coming up the stairs. There’s a knock on my door and a moment later I hear her voice say,

“Come in”.

My mother enters wearily. “What are you up to, sweetie?”

“Oh, just blogging.” I respond, throwing my string of floss into the garbage.

“There’s no liner in there, you know.” My mom comments.

“I know. I forget to put one in, and then when the can is full, I have to transfer the garbage into a clean liner, then get another clean one to use for the future…I hate wasting trash liners.”

“Oh, I get it.” My mom looks tired. “Listen, there’s a lady outside who wants to speak with you.”

“Really?” I look out my window. Sure enough, there she is.

I head outside, thoughts flying through my head. Who can this be?

“Hello, I’m B.B.” She extends her hand expectantly.

“Oh, I don’t shake” I respond, looking her up and down.

Her arms are crossed over her chest confidently, as are all of her legs. She seems to have just taken her hair out of curlers; it’s all stiff and poofy; manufactured curls.

“I never heard of such a thing. WELL!” she harrumphs. “How old are you, girl?”

“Uh, 16?”

“Hmmph. You look kind of young for your age. Listen, you ever been to the South Side?”

“Ah…” I try to think. Her perfume is intoxicating…and not exactly in the way you’re thinking of.

“OH!” I exclaim, as a wave of oxygen from a slight breeze enters my brain and causes it to move. “Yeah, I’ve been to the South Side. I spent a month there one night.”

B.B. smiles. “Perfect.” She shows her pearly blacks.

“I’m looking to hire a chick like yourself…care to make some quick cash?”

“Care of myself, heck yeah!”

She smiles again. “Just what I thought. Come with me.”

I look at her car. “never ride with strangers” flashes through my brain.

“What was that light?” She asks, alarmed.

“Hmm?” I’m puzzled.

“This light just, like, flashed through your head” she says, confused.

I raise my eyebrows, then tell her I’d rather not accompany her to the South Side.

“Hmmph. Well, I never.” She mutters.

“Yep.” I grin. “And don’t ever…nope, not ever.”

I’m back inside before the echo of her slammed car door reverberates through the air.

Back at my desk, I read a text from my friend. A different one, this time.

“Did you see that picture of us? I’m too tall for everyone!”

She’s the shortest of all of us. ur tall asa tree….stump: )

I text her back.

She cracks up. She has the cutest laugh, my friend. I giggle along with her.

A few moments later, I hear the house phone ring, and, wondering if it’s my friend, I rush to get it.

I’m halfway down the stairs when my cell phone, back upstairs, starts to harmonize.

I turn, take a step up, but think, “No, get the house phone!”

So I take a step back down. My brain hasn’t proccessed which I want to do, and I am see-sawing between the two steps, which isn’t safe, in case you weren’t aware. I trip and land on my butt.

Frustrated, I swipe off the dirt and stand up to silence. The phones have stopped ringing. Great.

Then applause breaks out as the audience screams with laughter, shouting my name, with tears streaming down their faces.

I head back up to my room.

What a day.




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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!)




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

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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!

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