The Ramble 21

Note To Self:

“It’s the inside that counts, not the outside.”

 

But I still want the outside to look good! (I struggle with this alot)

Ok, fine. Just because your inside counts doesn’t mean your outside has to look BAD.

But you need to find a balance. All those pretty teen magazines have you feeling worthless. One look at their pretty models, and you feel like dirt if you haven’t spent at least thirty five minutes curling your hair.

Image by JamesDPhotography via Flickr

 

There are more important things in life.

But, you DO need to find a balance.

Get in the shower; you’re allowed to smell clean every day.

Hair should not take too long, I just put it up in a ponytail.

Lucky me, my hair dries naturally straight and smooth.

Makeup? Set the timer if you feel the need to paint your face for longer than five minutes.

Image via Wikipedia

 

There you have it.

Less than half hour of beauty time, and you’re ready to go.

Oh, wait, you’re still naked, aren’t you?

Choose your clothes out the night BEFORE (yeah right it NEVER happens) or pretend your friends are waiting to take you to the mall.

Image by antwerpenR via Flickr

 

 You do NOT have to spend hours choosing clothes.You never have problems looking cute when you have thirty seconds till it’s bouncing time.

 

Great, so now you look good and smell good. Get out there and be good, and you better hope you spend longer than thirty seconds on it!

Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 20

Eventually, I get so hot I pull off my shirt and change into pajamas. The tank top makes life a little easier.

I sigh, and click on the screen. My science video resumes. I find myself gazing at everything but the actual thing I should be looking at.

What is wrong with me tonight? Why can’t I focus?

That thought is bumped out of the way for yet another one,  proving my lack of focus.

What in the world am I doing this summer?

Sure, my second month, August, is all planned out. My brother’s bar mitzvah is on the 13th, with a lot of my East Coast relatives coming in. My friend’s brothers wedding is in Connecticut, on August 31, and I plan on attending it.

Sometime in the middle of all of that, there are at least two other weddings I want to crash, and a wonderful family vacation to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan that makes me lose focus again.

White sand, blue water. What could be better?  

Image via Wikipedia

 

 

Of course, I catch myself, there’s always the nine-kids-squashed-into-one-house factor. That itself is enough to bump me back to the present; my science video, ending, at last.

 

 

But summer?

 

I know I sound worried, but I’m not, not really.

I am excited, quite honestly.

I received a mother’s helper job offer in Monsey, NY, for the next week or two, but it didn’t fall through. I also applied as a lifeguard to an awesome overnight camp, but they are no longer hiring.

Instead, I will drive around, shop for a dress for the brother’s bar mitzvah, possibly make a backyard camp…

I sigh, and run my hands through my hair. I need to shower, but my head hurts and I just want to push it off until morning. Of course, then I will be mad at myself, because I will have to get out of bed earlier, seeing as I have a babysitting job at 9. So I might as well get it over with.

All of my friends want the school year to be over with. Maybe I’ll continue studying through the summer. That sounds like a smart plan, considering the fact that I plan on starting community college this fall.

Speaking of which, I have to work on that.

Another thing to do this summer.

Buy ice cream, go to the beach, party hard, read the whole library, fill up my sketchbook with drawings….

Oh, summer! I don’t mind staying in town at all.

Not even if it’s hot enough for me to have to constantly pull my shirt off!

Keep UNraveling!

Grateful

Haven’t been able to go on this site off my computer; long story. But I found this post saved as a draft from about  a week or two ago. Sorry to all you with bated breath, I’ll try and post more often! *Cough cough* I’m not feeling so great, but anyways. Read on, my friends!

Whoa! How miraculous are G-ds ways!

(When I mention G-d, I refer to the the Creator of the world, and not some long-dead guy who thought he was a god. He isn’t, wasnt, and never will be. I’m not Christian, Muslilm or a Buddhist, or an Aethiest, now that I think of it. I’m Jewish. Just clarifying. And I don’t mean to insult anyone’s intelligence, just their religion. Ha ha.)

Just last night, I was trying to unravel my bad sleep habits of three oclock in the morning bedtime, and so I was lying solemnly, blissfully awake, at midnight. I couldn’t sleep, more out of habit than anything.

I stared up at the ceiling, closed my eyes, rolled over, and then opened my eyes again.

“Restless” is not an oxymoron; I could not sleep.

Finally, I drifted off into a sort of trance like state, and that’s where some of my crazy thoughts began.

“Did you know,” I asked myself, “that the human brain is like, the only thing in the world that constantly tries to figure itself out? Think about it. A tree is a tree is a tree, and the same goes for a monkey and a pen. They are no more than they are. Even the smartest of animals which can be trained to do human like things, is not normally caught trying to study itself.”

My train of thought had totally left the station by this point, and was almost flying off the tracks.

“But the human brain, or at least my brain, is always wondering, curious, how it works, why things happen…”

The list is endless, right? We humans are always looking for ways to improve, re-invent ourselves, make new things, make life better, easier, funner, richer, plastic-ier, etc.

And that brain of ours…

Here my thoughts took a sudden tight turn.

“My brain? Help! In all the pictures it looks like a bunch of gooey, globby red and blue stuff, attatched by more globby stuff, and it’s all scrunched together and packed into this hard white thing with two holes for eyes. Are you telling me that that thing is what makes me think?! That is what causes bits of English and scents and emotions and images and fantasies and all sorts of abstract idiocy to float through my “head”? Whatever my head is?”

My brain recoiled- ha ha- at the alarming-ness of it all. And that was about when I realized, that if I can’t even understand the most important part of myself, then there is no way in the universe that I can understand G-d.

I mean, that realization that scrunched up bits of gunk can produce some of the worlds smartest people, brought me to the conclusion that there is a G-d.

Screw aethiests. Sorry, but there is no way in my scrunched mind that there is no G-d.

I think my whole conversation with myself started with thoughts about G-d, about how and why…

I think I realized that once I can’t understand myself, no way in heck can I understand the One who made me.

I just realized where the word “awesome” came from.

When you’ve got some awe in your emotions, that’s “awesome”. Although the correct word would really be “awe-great” or something along those lines.

Anyways. I would be interested if anyone knows of anyone who doesn’t believe that there’s any One who created everyone, to please give me their arguments. (LOL. And if you’re slow, that means, bring it on, Atheists!)

Not that I know everything. How could I, when I just described my brain in such modest terms? But I’m curious, how can someone deny G-d?

Oh, I can really answer that. They want to avoid responsibility and yada yada yada. Even though that’s kind of like biting the hand that feeds you, isn’t it?

Ouch.

Anyways, a touch of something personal here that sparked me to write this post, because the whole thing about last night just scrambled up from nowhere…

Basically, today I prayed to G-d, which I try to do every day, and do not always succeed in doing. But today was a great day, thank G-d, because I prayed.

During the Silent Recitation or whatever the English version of Shmoneh Esrai is, there’s this one part where I talk to G-d, and that’s in Shma Koleinu (Hear our Voices).

I don’t mean mumbling bits of ancient Hebrew phrase, I mean having a One-on-one conversation with Him.

And one of the things I asked for, was that He help me to chill about making money (I like $$$!!!!) and help me to trust in Him, because it’s all from Him, it’s all for my good, and if I have money, it’s because He decreed it, and same goes for if I’m bankrupt.

Slightly reassuring.

So anyways, when I had finished praying, I went to this babysitting job I had, and I babysat for a cute family for about four hours.

I hadn’t been home for more than two minutes when a close family friend came by with a Chanuka gift for my sister and I-some hard cash.

It took me about two minutes to realize, after counting my accumalated money, that I had been pretty chill about the greenbacks, and that G-d had answered my prayers. As always, when I least expect it.

Not only that, but last night, two Meshulachim (charity collectors) came by my house.

The first one, claiming to be very sick, with a description to match, made me feel bad enought that I ran upstairs and got him a five dollar bill from my Maaser (tithe, ten percent of all income is given to charity) fund. Technically, it was already designated to Tzedaka (charity) but still, this was an actual act of giving.

Then, the next guy came two minutes later.

I was in a lousy mood because of something that had been going on, and I apologized to him, saying my parents weren’t available.

He didn’t really believe me, because, let’s be honest, one guy gets a five and the other gets none? All within two minutes; no one had let the house. But finally I convinced him, and he was all brokenhearted, slumping pitifully away.

Of course, I had the brazeness to call out “Hatzlocha!” (Success/good luck) after him, and I felt totally bad afterwards. I could have ran upstairs and given him money, but I had just done that two minutes ago, plus I was in a bad mood, so I just didn’t have the interest.

I asked G-d to give me a chance to fix that.

I think He gave it to me, by giving me all this money. Normally I only give Maaser on work money, not gifts, but I realized I should probably change that, and so I did.

Another cool thing is that just like I give ten percent of earnings to charity, well, I gave five dollars yesterday, and if you multiply that by ten, that’s how much I got today!

Kinda cool, the way G-d always comes full circle, no?

You know what, I was always skeptical about these stories.

“Yeah, right. G-d only does that to him!”
“Puh-leez, they totally made that up on the spot because they were working against a deadline or something.”

Yeah, well, that can definitly be true, but blogging doesn’t have a deadline, so you can’t use that one on me.

And G-d definitly doesn’t do it only to me, but you might not notice it.

That’s really all it is. Noticing the miracles in our lives, and attributing them to G-d. Because once we do that, everything is miraculous, and a gift to G-d, from Him to us.

Think about it:

Anyone reading this has a functioning brain, (I hope) which is basically a squished up organ inside a skull. That’s a miracle. Every time you blink, because the harsh computer light invented by some other squished up brain hurts your eyes, that is another miracle.

Life is a miracle.

Every one says babies are miracles, and they are. So, we were all babies, right? When do we stop being miracles? Never. We are miracles; living proof of G-d’s Handiwork.

Miracles don’t come around without SomeOne to make them.

This is one of the most delicate, intricate and beautfiul things I have discovered about the circle of Life.

Think about it.

Seriously, when you’re trying to fight insomnia, and you’re getting to know the sheep by name, try thinking…about your brain.

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.

Keep UNraveling!

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!

Art, Holidays, and A Spice of ME!

Depressed? Me? Never!

Well. I’m very depressed. The InterNET is so depressing. More like, YouTube can be rather upsetting. Or, to specify even further, which I might as well do, those good loser artists who make how-to videos on YouTube are the cause of my Great Depression.

“I’ll never be that good!” My Evil Inclination screams out. “Forget the fact that I’ve obviously improved since last year, when I thought I was unbeatable! And forget the fact that with practise, I’ll improve even more! Just forget it all! I’m worthless! I’m useless! I’m a hopeless wreck! I can’t even type properly!”

I sigh. *Sigh* At least I got 2 really cute pairs of shoes today! Titter titter. And an adorabubble top.

Ok, The drawing thing? I’ll get over it. I know I really am a relatively good artist, but honestly, at 15, I can be so much better. I guess I need to invest more than 20 min a day and I have to stop doing the same dumb sketches over and over again. Time to step out of my comfort zone you know! After all, that’s the only way to stretch out your comfort zone.

By constantly stepping out of your comfort zone, that little part outside of comfort soon becomes comfortable; hence, you have just broadened your boundaries!

Wheeee!

Well, anyways, about the Choc and Hormones, here’s the update. Various sources gave conflicting responses, as can be expected. Although some scientific studies (yup, it’s scientific!) have shown that women’s hormones can affect their cravings for sweets and sugar, other scientific studies have proved that chocolate and hormones are about as tight as Israel and Pakistan. Meaning they don’t care to have much to do with each other.

Screw those scientists; let them argue it out somewhere else, but not on my turf.

Anyways.

My Yom Kippur was Asum. I walked a total of around TWO hours to and from synagogue. Naturally, there are local ones to choose from, but naturally, the only one I dig for Yom Kippur is the farthest away. My feet hurt.

I had some pretty good prayers going on. I wasn’t all that hungry until the last second of course, where it seemed like my father couldn’t make havdalah fast enough.

Then it was stuffing time. I think I over did it, because it got to the point where no joke, I was in bed and it hurt to lie down. Which is why I sat up and talked on the phone till early in the a.m.

And now it feels like fall has truly set in, Sukkot is in the air, and one is finally in our backyard. One of my dad’s extremely generous friends comes every year to build ours, because my father isn’t the builder type and I’m a girl soo…..Nah, I’m just too lazy. Ha ha.

Well, I just made a relatively OK drawing of a man investigating an esrog, here it is:

“The Right One?”

 This is a pen and ink on plain ol’ paper drawing, and ps this is friggin copyright so don’t even think of making it your avatar or something, because if you do I will track you down and KILL you! lol…

and I also drew another full-color one of a little cute boy smiling but that needs a ton of work. I think I did some other drawings also, just as succah decorations. Then I’ll take them back and hang them on my wall.

My bedroom wall used to have nasty posters and random weird things, just like this blog, actually. Funny, isn’t it? I wonder if it says something about me?

Well, I was going through a RAGE so I pulled everything down and now my wall is quite empty, sadly enough. Not for long, I assure you! I have amassed a number of decent drawings, or indecent, as my latest one of Beyoncé can prove (kidding, I covered it all up!) but anyways, I plan on hanging those up, in a neat, planned orderly fashion. Once I have enough to lay out a design.

And…once I have enough that people will be overwhelmed, so instead of seeing one or two measly drawings they will see an overwhelming array of sketches too hard to focus on well, so they won’t.

I get a lot of traffic going on in my bedroom. Kidding. I get an average of 1.5 people daily, and they tend to be my little siblings, who would take the first chance I gave them to tear down any works of art.

Dad, if you’re reading this, which I highly doubt because that would be embarrassing and I don’t think you make it a habit to read this, but in the event that you do, please feel my pain and buy me a new doorknob with a normal lock on it so that rude perverts can’t pick it from the outside anymore!

Whoa. What a long sentence.

Oh, I don’t think I informed the general blog-reading population, but my friend and I plan on taking a lifeguarding course next month! So exciting! Ok, maybe not for you, honestly, you’re probably thinking,

“Great, another red-cross T-shirted freak yelling at me, ‘NO RUNNING! NO EATING! NO HAVING FUN!’ ‘TWEEEEET!'”
But, yeah, too bad for you; I’m super excited and a little nervous. You see, the requirements to get in are swimming 100 yards of front crawl, breast stroke and one of my own choice (Backstroke)

plus dumping a friggin brick into the bottom, jumping in after it, hauling it up and bringing it back to the shallow. Fun. Fun. Fun. I better go swimming tomorrow L-rd knows I need the practise.

I’m getting bored with this and I want to finish my drawing (yeah right)

SO, good night.

Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 6

I hope I’m up to number 6. Whatever. Send out my blog info to everyone who wants it and help me reach 1000 hits by tomorrow. Wake me up when I do. Phhhhhhllllt.

Here’s a list I wanted to write, feel free to add.

OxyMoronic Phrases (No it’s not a chemical!)

“…pretty ugly…”

“…seriously, I’m joking…”

“…a little big…”

“…ha ha, you’re not funny…”

“…I do but I don’t…”

“…a narrower width…”

“…a shorter length…”

“…DON’T YELL!!!!…”

“…you’re not supposed to name call, stupid…”

“…sweet ‘n’ sour…”

These crack me up. add if you know any good ones!

My head is pounding lightly, and not rythmically, like a sucky band player. I want chocolate. I want to exercise; I ended up working out last night but I want to move around again. Roar. I’m listening to Baruch Levine and it’s whiney, even though I normally love him…

I gotta get off this babe. Like, for real. I have to. Im so repetitive. I gotta get off this babe. Like, for real. I have to. Im so repetitive. I gotta get off this babe. Like, for real. I have to. Im so repetitive.

Ok ending that.

My friends little brother looks like a famous celebrity who’s known to play some character named Jacob I think. Is that too funny? I compared pics, and they don’t look alike, only in my head. But he’s the only person I know who looks even remotely like him.

Did I mention my cousin in Isreal became a soldier? He’s 18- I want to see pics. send them to me someone.

I gotta get off this babe.

Bye.

Keep UNraveling!

Lakewood

Im in Lakewood now, in a little townhouse ghetto community, stuck inside my aunts house. Townhouse. Don’t get me wrong, I dig ghetto, it’s great that there are so many Jews per square inch, as long as I’m outta here by thursday morning, anyways! Not only is the outside crowded, but the inside too! Like, stunning house, and all, great accomadations, thanks aunt, to quote my friend E, but my sibs are driving my craaazzzzyy! and this of course has nothing to do with lakewood so why did i title it that? too bad. im in lakewood now.

we left our house at a delayed ten oclock on sunday night, after much work. arrvied at a cruddy hotel in ohio at 2 a.m. where the receptionist (or whatever u call the lady who greets haggered travelers at 2 a.m. for minimum wage is called) greeted us. She was like, old, with what looked like a birds nest on her head, i kid u not, blond and black streaks, skin as wrinkled as my fingers after a long soak in the bath, stooped over, handed us our room keys. we split up, went to our rooms, i fell asleep at three. the kids are howling again. i gotta go get my grilled cheese, yum, hang on!

right im back, lets see how long i get to type before…so where was i? oh rite so i ate lunch, great food, great inventors, those grilled cheese guys, simple, yet fabulous. ahh. wait, im done that. i was up to the hotel. right so i got up at like nine or nine thiry whatever, threw something on and went donwstairs to check out the breakfast room. i had a long discussion with the receptionist- a different, younger one!- about kosher, OU, etc. she s catholic, but very interested in different religions, so it was good trivia for me. thankfully, i had the hotel computer at my side, so i was able to google exact definitions, etc. very helpful lady, she was, gave me kosher food, good oatmeal, you go Quaker oats, and sorry pps for the long run on sentances. i guess i should introduce grammar into this here post. So, I munched on my cereal while the kiddies watched Ice Age 3, a supposedly funny movie, but since I was back-and-forthing so much, I only caught the “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh-we’re-dying” parts. No, in all seriousness, though, it was pretty funny. Skipping that, here’s something really funny. A man walked into the breakfast room, and sat behind us all, and proceeded to watch Ice Age along with everyone. We forgot about him but moments later were reminded of his presence when he screamed, “LINDA!” We all whirled around in surprise, to see him talking into a small, metallic device, aka a cell phone. He was so surprised by our reaction, he turned red, mumbled sorry, and proceeded to continue his convo with Linda in a quieter voice; yet loud enough for me to hear every word, and miss the rest of the movie. I hope they ended up meeting in the right spot, that his shaking stopped, and he took his pills ( he did i saw him) and that they resolved their controversies. kidding about the last bit. As we were on our way out two hours later, the same man was walking through the parking lot. He said to me, “Youfolkshaveagreattrip!” I stared, mouth open, until I was able to dissect what he had said, and then I responded, “thanks, you too!” Gosh, he talked fast! He actually told me an episode about his daughter in florida (LINDA?) who was friends with a Jewish doctor who drove her around. I think. When someone says more words per second than there are jews per square foot where i am, its pretty hard to understand. So, understandably, I forgot about him, and joined my family for the peaceful(It was!) relaxing(not with my legs scrunched up) exhilirating (90 miles an hour? definately!) enjoyable(…) trip. I slept, a bit, viewed the random, interesting strangers, got some trucks to honk, listened to music, played some fun games- Hey, sibling your hat is pink, that’s because Im a big fat stink, what does that have to do with it, do with it????- and all the good car games, but I did NOT play the liscence plate game. So hah! And now, I am waiting in Lakewood, for what? Idk. skip that. I’m i”H going to Baltimore on thurs, so more fun traveling, and staying there past monday, when my family is leaving, until after Shabbos. Then I am either busing to brooklyn or getting to monsey somehow, to spend the week of the 20th, and then im off to Mountain Acres to work in a bungalow for four weeks with one of my bffs! Fun Fun Fun!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ya, right now im not in the mood of it……but i will be soooon! see ya round! comment so i know im not going crazy and talking to myself! Thanks! I love y’all!

Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 1

Well hi. This is me, and you are going to be a part of the unraveling of my thoughts. Starting for all those who don’t know me, I am fifteen years old and homeschooled, and I like to think I’m tall. I’m about to get my permit, assuming I pass the written driving test. I started this blog (it’s not my first and it probably won’t be my last:)) because some of my friends have been starting blogs and hey, peer pressure sums it up pretty well!

So I don’t have internet connection on my computer at the moment, but once I do I’ll be able to update regularly. In the meantime, however, some of the thoughts on my mind are

Summer plans-duh. These include shopping for camp, packing, getting rides, making accomadation arangements and lots of last minute details, all to be completed in under two weeks. Gosh. If you’ve been wondering why I’m so stressed out….

School- enough said. Like, what am I doing next year? I don’t know. and it’s almost done this year. And yeah, that’s that.

Family- wow. Here we go. So it can be a big fat pain in the everywhere being part of a big family. There’s like a never ending, never completed chore list, but there’s lots of good times too. Use your imagination on that one.

Schoolwork- am I here again? Well, it differs from school plans for the future, because schoolwork reminds me that at 9:55p.m. I have not finished it yet. Due to the fact that I went…

Driving- for an hour today. A couple of scares, but I’m an ameture however the heck it’s spelled. So as long as we don’t share the same road, cheer me on! Whoo!

I gotta go and do some schoolwork….soon.