~Love Song for No One~

2004-05-09T13:44:00.000-04:00

eeeee. a little bit in love, right here.

2004-04-25T13:18:00.000-04:00

Aiyeeeeeeeee! Punzie should have kept this thing running. *thwacks head*

2004-01-23T22:34:00.000-05:00

There are some books or movies that always push me to go back to writing more, to focus more on my stories and words and so on. I sometimes think, "Oh, I should spent more time on this one" or, "I should go back to that one" or "I have something good there, why did I forget it?" And then I forget again and I get caught up in daily life, and I put aside my notebooks for another time, and wait for inspiration to strike. Or something. I just watched Finding Forrester - great movie, that - and I think, I am not one hundred percent sure, but I think that I am going to have to start sitting down and writing. Just writing, no matter what. Because I'd forgotten how happy it makes me feel, how easily I get whirled up again in it, how much I really truly love language and words and writing and pounding away at keyboards or scribbling in handwriting which gradually goes from round, clear letters to completely illegible scrawls. Sometimes it takes even me a little while to puzzle out what exactly I wrote down. And when all of a sudden I get an idea, or I remember that feeling, I start again. And I will grab a piece of paper and start writing things down, in the middle of class, in the middle of a book, in the middle of a movie.
I write too much for other people, I think. I write a lot for school, and I like what I write, usally. I don't hand in something just to please the teacher, unless it's really a Flowers for Algernon type case. And I write a little here, but not usually anything very creative or requiring much thought or talent. But it's not enough. I have to start writing more for myself, I have to start going back to my notebooks, picking up the loose threads I carelessly dropped, and be on way. Because when I write, there;s nothing else that matters. Not if I'll be going out tonight, or how long I'll be able to stay on the computer. In that moment, there's nothing more important than finding the right word and rushing madly poundingly crazily following the path; whatw will I write next? That's the question I ask myself. I don't write in an organized way. I don't make plot outlines, maybe I should, maybe that would make my writing better. Maybe I'll start, someday when I sit down and think about it. But basically - all this is to say...I really do want to write. I have since second grade, when I wrote my first book. Wasn't much of one, it was more of a 'Chapter 1'..but they improved as I got older.
Well. Stopping because people want the computer, darn them. Whoops. Lemme click Post before I get embarrassed.

2003-07-22T15:52:00.000-04:00

looking through my playlist
I think Ive said this before - but I still love Always, by U2. Great song.
And another song bouncing around my head, surprisingly enough since I generally dislike the radio fare (mix 96, bah humbug) - I like parts of Miss Independent, by Kelly Clarkson.
Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance, mmmm

Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no

Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne

So, by keeping her heart protected
She'll never, ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive...

Also enjoying The General, by Dispatch, and Barely Breathing, by Duncan Sheik - Kitt and May were so excited about the concert that I gave in and dled this song. I tried to get others but DC++ is anal and obnoxious and the people think they're too cool. Bah! I'm a little wary of starting with Kazaa Lite cause Kazaa seems to be the one the RIAA, damn them, is really going after. *sniff* for Napster.
Matchbox Twenty (Unwell), Train, Goo Goo Dolls...always good. Im following in Kitt's alt rock footsteps. :P

2003-07-15T23:45:00.000-04:00

"come fly with me, come fly, let's fly away..."

Heh, my brother's been playing that song. (By Frank Sinatra, they play it in Catch Me If You Can. Great movie, even though I haven't been a Leo fan since age 12. Ok, 13. )
I've been feeling for the past week or so like...I'm not doing enough this summer. I'm in the mood to go somewhere...do something...visit somewhere..I don't know. I just feel a little restless. This too shall pass.

I got another piece of fan mail today - Brochure and app from Penn State. Very pretty. Very expensive. *cries* I don't want to go to Concordia. Id rather go to McGill. (err, only people in montreal will prolly get this. apologies.)

2003-07-15T20:02:00.000-04:00

You represent... naivete.
So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at
times, but it's only because you're not sure
how to act. You give off that "I need to
be protected vibe." Remember that not all
people are good. Being too trusting will get
you easily hurt.

What feeling do you represent?
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Maybe true. But blah, need to be protected? *wrinkles nose at the world*

2003-07-13T11:30:00.000-04:00

Oops. Sorry if I worried anyone (or someone;)) I think I was just feeling cranky and out of sorts the past two days. I believe what I need is a pretty movie. (or a movie with pretty people.) off to rent Johnny Depp movies! Any recommendations?
And: Dear Double Chocolate Chip Cookies of Which I Ate Three or Possibly Four Yesterday: Yum. I love you like Devi loves the Hair (of the Face shoot).

2003-07-11T15:30:00.000-04:00

I love the Delete button. It's my friend - I just wrote something and I realized it was stupid and senseless and grey and rather depressing. So I deleted it.
Kitt, your letter will be sent off next week. promise.

2003-07-04T17:58:00.000-04:00

Clay Aiken scares the kazoots out of me.

2003-07-04T15:45:00.000-04:00

Check it out. Punzie, mater familias. Im like the batty old gramma in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

2003-07-04T15:40:00.000-04:00

Heeeheeeeheeee. take THAT, evil slashers.
Billy and Dom on being presented with a slashy fan art:

Heeee. (Thanks to *Kimbles* -not to be confused with Kim my LLT- for showing me the images.)

2003-07-03T21:49:00.000-04:00

So. Today was quite the schlep. (<-----yiddishism for jen. because she doesn't hear many. poor deprived child.) After waiting quite the while for my bus (which comes only twice an hour; damn you 162 bus line...) I finally arrived at my Latin class. Then I hung around a little waiting for it to start, reading Song of Roland for school next year. This led me to have a conversation with a teacher walking th other way, who spotted the book and started talking to me about it. (It's very violent, btw. Lots of hacking and hewing and the bravest knight on life. Also awfully racist, but then it was written 1000 years ago. One line goes He would be good knight if he were a Christian. To which Punzie cheerfully replies: Your mom!) Anyways, he seemed rather surprised that I was going to summer school so I explained it was for Latin. heh.
Right. Sooo I had the class. Then I was supposed to go all the way down to Berri-Uqam station to get a Reduced Fare Access Card, so that I can buy a monthly bus pass for $27 instead of upwarsd of $40 (all funds in canadian money, of course.) To get there, my mom told me to take the 162 further down....however the 162 did not arrive, so after one bus passed three times I got on it and hoped for the best.
I arrived at metro Vendome, and as I was about to walk in, a pretty blond girl stopped me. She told me she was promoting a new spa by offering ten random people 4 visits at 85% off. She's talking to me about this, explaining, bla bla bla et cetera et cetera....all sounds very nice. Then..."You have to pay me now upfront." Hrrrrrrm. First of all, I do not have $45 spare. Even supposing I can trust this person. Which I don't think I could. Booooooo. Why can't people be nice? *nono* Don't get my hopes up people.
And you know what? The orange line on the metro is realllllllly long. I sat there a long time.

2003-07-02T22:02:00.000-04:00

Random thoughts.....

Am reminded me today that Orlando's dad was Jewish. Hence there is hope his mommy was too. Which would bring Lando a lot closer to "nice jewish boy"ness. But then I'd have to be all like "No you can't marry him, I wanna marry him." So that's a downside. (Right now I just wanna be his best friend and stare at him a lot, and be really happy when an Arrow marries him, like Amaria or someone cool. Or someone. Just not me.)

I just realized that I share my brother's love for sandwiches, even if I don't put quite as much thought into them as he does. Sandwiches are the only food that have me take big bites (I eat really slowly) and my cheeks pouf out like cute little chipmunk cheeks. And they're great with leftover. Today I was hungry but I wanted to talk to Pav, so I made a sandwich out of cinnamon sauce chicken* and brought it down to eat while typing. Only I started eating and then my hands were messy and I couldn't exactly type, only hit the down button with my elbow. So I devoted myself to eating instead, and let my cheeks pouf happily. (Seriosuly, I'm weird about food. I love it and I talk about food a lot, but I eat in small portions and I eat realllly slooooowwwwllllyyyyyyyy. People need to understand this.)

I'm starting to get really excited for PotC. Some of these pictures are just thunking me. Orlando Kedavra. Wham. GhostPunzie. Let me tell you though, that Casper bloke is not the sharpest tool in the shed if you know what I mean.

* cinnamon sauce chicken = one of my two favorite kinds of chicken. Once we had leftovers of both my favorite kinds on one day and it was horrible and wonderful. I ended up just eating both. Yay Fooood! Anyways, it's chicken with raisins and onions and cinnamon (duh) and it's brilliant. My sandwich consisted of: bread, chicken strips, onion/raisin/cinnamon sauce, bread. And the raisins popped out when I put pressure on one part of the sandwich. But enough rambling, it makes me sound stupid. (Hopefully stupid yet endearing. *puppy face*)

Anyways, to more serious stuff**, I started Latin classes today. First of all I didn't know which room it was in so I wandered around the building (a big old high school with like...round staircases. and big classrooms. big. it makes my school like ghetto like my school makes becca's school look ghetto.). ANYWAYS, I also started asking people who directed me to ask other people and finally I found out room 219. Ok. Room 219. No prob. Second floor, up big maroony staircases (past what I think was a statue of Mary. First big hint this school is christian, yep yep.) Unfortunately for me, 219 is wayyyyy away at the end, past twists and turns and every other classroom on the floor. But I found it. Yay! It was cool, very informal, bilingual.
I'm actually not the youngest person there which is cool. There's a guy who's a little younger than me who goes to the school where the classes are being held; they actually give Latin classes as an option so he knows a bit. Most others are uni students, mostly english but some french. One studying law, one needs Latin for his PhD, one is doing classics and ancient history. There's like 8 or 9 people, in total. (Only wacky thing is that there's a crucifix over the blackboard, which kinda unnerved me. Yooooo.)

**not talking about coughcarcough cause we're all pretending nothing like that happened or will happen again. Definitely will not happen again. But Im taking more lessons. So y'all are safe. (I like the word y'all.) (I'm feeling verbose tonight, didja notice?)

2003-07-02T10:22:00.000-04:00

The week so far kinda sucked, so we're all going to forget it happened, right? Right. Perfect. Redo.

Anyways, I start Latin lessons today. Wish me luck!

2003-07-01T14:11:00.000-04:00

Happy Canada Day everyone...

2003-06-30T15:35:00.000-04:00

Blogger, thou art wacky.

2003-06-26T14:12:00.000-04:00

Currently:
*enjoying the thought of Bloom getting a spot on Alias. That just might reconcile me to the last minutes of the season finale. (this has no basis in reality. just wishful thinking.)
*reading the Song of Roland - a start on the summer reading list!
*loving Norah Jones' voice
*futilely trying to remember what else I was going to say

2003-06-25T15:31:00.000-04:00

Thanks Jen..the comments aren;t really worrying me right now. I
ll get to them eventually. But if you could help with the archives that would be awesome. I keep worrying that they'll permanently disappear, and I'd like to save some of my stuff on my computer or print it. (eg, harvard things...;))
Yay for Jen. jen deserves flowers and chocolate and a happy happy job.

2003-06-24T18:13:00.000-04:00

I uploaded many pictures on netsnapshot.com so remind me on AIM to give you all the link. :[)

2003-06-23T23:56:00.000-04:00

I Love You, Second Cup.

And I love your Mocha Chillatte, especially when it is 30 degrees Celsius outside and I've been strolling around downtown for quite some time.

I also love you, Montreal International Jazz Fest, starting Thursday.

I love your free shows. I love your cool little cat. I'd love to buy a t-shirt, but it's probably at a price generally termed a "rip-off". Maybe if I was a tourist, dear. ("15 dollars? Why, Harold, that must be so little in American money! Let's buy six, for the family. The sales girl has such a cute French accent, too. Isn't Montreal just darling?") I love walking around watching the preparations before the festival, and I can't wait for things to start.

I love you, summer. Glad you're here, even if you didn't give much warning.

2003-06-22T15:00:00.000-04:00

Have reached p 549 and have once again had to surrender it:
Firenze!

2003-06-22T09:38:00.000-04:00

I'm on approximately page 60 (I had to surrender it to my little sister) and I have just one thing to say:
TONKS!!!!

(I don't need to mention which book I'm referring to, do I?)

2003-06-20T00:50:00.000-04:00

I would just like to announce that I have officially graduated, with distinction, and with the highest overall average for french. Plus I looked really good. ;)
Details/photographic evidence to follow.

2003-06-18T13:36:00.000-04:00

My current desktop:

I took this picture from my hotel room in Jerusalem. It had a gorgeous view; my friend and I were leaning out the window taking pictures at all angles and at all hours. (wait! we need to wake up early to see sunrise! Ooh! Get a picture of those city lights! Ooh! Sunset!..and on and on). I got back some rolls of film yesterday and this was the best of all. I immediately scanned it in, and then I randomly started typing on it in Photoshop just for fun. I wasn't going to save it, but I liked it so much I set it as the desktop and uploaded it to snapfish. I might just email it around to some friends...

2003-06-18T13:27:00.000-04:00

I had grad rehearsal this morning, which was funny because we were all hyper and bouncy and coulodn't shut up - and then they started going through the whole program and playing the music for us to walk down the aisle and stand up and sit down. Then it just really hit me, and I kept shooting glances at my friends, like "we're graduating!!" Wow. I am officially graduating. And my clothes are all ready, I just need to try the outfit on again today, to make sure. Hopefully I will get some good pictures...and if I do I will either post them here or at FF. Either way, some of you will see them. (Lammy, Jen, Kitt, Kimbles...that is a promise. Unless the pictures don't come out;))

Anyways, so I walked home from grad rehearsal instead of taking the bus cause it was gorgeous outside. I'm in a really good mood, and feeling rather pretty since my hair was still nice from last night, etc. (Last night was my little sister's elementary graduation.) All of a sudden, I'm almost home, and I hear someone shouting something. I figure whoever it is is just taling to a neighbour or something, and I kept walking. Then the shouting continued and I realize that the guys in a balcony across the street are shouting at *me*. Things like, "hey baby, up here!" and "hey sexy". I didn't look at them; I just kept walking, but it really bothered me. First of all, do guys expect that catcalls like that will make them look good? And second, I love my neighborhood. I moved here a few years ago, and it's gorgeous and quiet and friendly. I've never encountered anything like this before, and I don't want to. Hmph. (I don't dress at all in a way to attract attention, either. Why are guys so stupid sometimes?)

2003-06-17T12:01:00.000-04:00

I got the fat envelope from Harvard.

.......

Teehee. I didn't want to open it at first...if I kept it closed I could pretened it was "THE" envelope like Kitt said....the acceptance letter. But I knew it was the brochure and application they sent me. So hee, Harvard's stalking me...that makes 3 letters in total.

I have to go do my physics lab exam now..wish me luck!

2003-06-17T11:58:00.000-04:00

From kitt:

Huzzah!
You're a fantasy-loving weirdo.
You love all things mystically-artistic and
imagined. Middle-Earth, Pern, Magic:The
Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons, (maybe even
Harry Potter?) are all names you know well, and
embrace all the time. You know how to where a
cloak with stiyel, and you're not ashamed to
admit that you've done online searches for
instructions on how to make fairy wings. You're
very cool. :o)

What kind of weirdo are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

(hehehe)

2003-06-15T00:29:00.000-04:00

So I'm skipping the grad after-party thursday night. If anyone asks, my response will be that my parents won't let me go. While it's true in a way - my mom told me that even if I wanted to go, she wouldn't let me - it's really my choice as well.
My sister's year (3 years ago) the class split up. Half took limos downtown to go clubbing, the other half went to coffee shops and tcby and all that. The year after, my brother's class drove up to someone's country house, and all got drunk and/or smoked marijuana. (I heard this from several people, including my brother - he said "I have no interest in inhaling random substances." Yay big brother!) The next year did the same, despite the presence of school chaperones.
Now it's my class' turn. At first they also wanted to do the country house idea, but that was vetoed by the school. Several ideas were bandied about, but nothing conclusive.
Finally, they've figured it out. After the barbecue at a friend;s house, they want to take limos up to the water and get on a rented boat. Where they will most likely also get drunk. Then they're going to hop back in the limos and go up to Mt Royal.
So hmmm. I was thinking about this, wand was pretty much leaning in favor of not going. Then I went to talk with my mom and she settled it - even if i wanted it, she wouldn't let me. And while I understand wanting to be with everyone all together for one last party - it's essentially just an excuse for getting out of control. And I don't enjoy that. I really don't. I know I would just be wandering around, trying to enjoy myself but essentially unhappy. And I know I'll still see people after that - especially the ones I want to keep in touch with. So, if anyone asks, or pressures - my parents don't let. But really, I just..don't want to go.

2003-06-15T00:01:00.000-04:00

Oh wow! New blogger look. Very pretty. Although may take a while to get used to.

2003-06-09T13:53:00.000-04:00

eat breakfast - check
complete World History exam really fast and sit around for 30 minutes befor ethey let me go - check
get A on scrapbook - check!
come home and play Kingdom Hearts - check
go on FF and find scary posts about "Jewish Supremacy" - check
PM back and forth with several people about scary people and their scary posts - check
eat, again - check
read newspaper - check
read new William safire column - check
stare at hair and think about how much it needs a cut - check, check, and check*
blog in weird checklist form while listening to mix of Beatles and Disney - check
finish physics/history connection project - hmmmmm.
study math - I plead the Fifth. Wait, does Canada have a corresponding law?

*pick a number between, say, one and five. That's how many inches need to be chopped off. More could be taken but I need some of my length to stay. *lol*

2003-06-05T19:54:00.000-04:00

From Jen -

2003-06-05T15:15:00.000-04:00

From Marti-
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Extreme
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

2003-06-04T18:04:00.000-04:00

Joined a Jewish blogring (see sidebar.) :)
On that note - really excited for the upcoming holiday Shavuot. yay!

2003-06-04T12:41:00.000-04:00

Chemistry exam - tick! Now I just ahve to do the lab tomorrow. But I think I did well on the exam. :)

2003-06-03T19:00:00.000-04:00

Who's Your Anime Boyfriend?
Look, it's tuxedo mask from sailor moon! haha.

Hoeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

You're a Magical Girl!

You're sugar-hyped, caffeine-hyped, and permanently genki-er than a whole busload of Disney characters on crack. You eat too much, you're a total klutz, and somehow this makes you an ideal candidate for saving the world. If you're really unlucky, you get to get naked in an embarrassing transformation sequence in every single episode, with only a few sparkles and pastel blobs to cover your dignity.

Which generic anime character are you?

2003-06-03T18:57:00.000-04:00

Individuality
Ehh. Slightly but not really.

2003-06-03T18:56:00.000-04:00

Midnight - You are a deep thinker, always searching
for answers and never quite at home. You are
very contemplative, and enjoy being alone with
your thoughts.

2003-06-02T20:35:00.000-04:00

about how the door bell just rang and i answered it, and two people asked for the owners of the house, so i thought they were looking to rent. and then it turned out they were missionaries. right. thanks, but no.

2003-06-02T19:58:00.000-04:00

Thanks Roomie *hugs* Usually I just hide in my room. Blah. Things seem to be better now though.

Am very, very happy about new shoes. In fact, am wearing them right now with the excuse that if I wait until grad night to wear them my feet will die. Yay for new grad shoes and for big shoe wareehouses with lots of shoes and helpful people. yay Mondo on jean-talon street!

Am very exhausted and hence am wasting time blogging instead of studying chemistry. which is in two days. yeah. i'll go in a bit. maybe at 8. kind of miss the days where i could regularly waste 3 hours on FF. sigh. have headache and screamed at sister for listening to animaniacs theme songs instead of letting me put on Beatles and Closing Time and u2. Sorry sister.

really want to see finding nemo. Anyone want to come with me, preferably after exams?;)

2003-06-01T10:16:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I really, really don't understand things. Yesterday evening, my mom came down to tell me that the food was on the tables and I should come eat. Now, normally, on Saturday nights we don't all eat togethe, we just go and have a sandwich or whatever, so I figured I'd stay in bed a couple more minutes to finish the chapter I was on. Then I heard her telling my brother, in the next room, "hurry up, we're all waiting." I'm very confused but I get upstairs and I see everyone sitting around the table waiting. I washed quickly and went to sit down...then my dad started telling my mom that why did she make my brother hurry, if he didn't want to eat he didn't have to, etc. Then my mom said, well I thought you said you were all waiting and whatever...then my brother's like "Why do you have to scream at me to make me come upstairs, just tell me!" and my mom answered that he shouldn't argue witheverything she says (he does sometimes). I really, really, really did not want this to turn into an explosion, since we haven't had one in a while, so I said ONE SENTENCE: "I think we were just a little confused, because we don't usually eat all together." No one really answered me and a little bit later my dad got a fight with my brother over something thta had happened a few days ago anyways. *rolls eyes* I noticed my dad kind of glared at me a cuple times but I thought things were forgotten after dinner.
Later that night, I was working on my World History project, and I went upstairs to get paper. My dad sees me, and all of sudden he's all mad at me, I shouldn't turn into another Raphael [my brother], I should be careful, why am I interfering in things that don't concern me??
Okayyyy...what the hell? First of all, it does concern me if the meal is ruined because they can't stop screaming long enough to think about something. Second of all, I said one thing, to try to stop the whole fight from happening. Clearly it didn't work, sorry. Then he said, ask your mom why I'm upset. He went into his room and I hung around inthe kitchen for a few minutes to wait for my mom. By this point I'm pretty upset and I'm tearing up. My mom comes in, I ask her, "Mommy are you mad at me?" and she said, no, she was a little annoyed that I had interrupted her at one point during the meal but she wasn't mad at me, she was mad at my brother. She tried to get me to go talk to my dad but I didn't want to go, I really did not want to speak to him at this moment in time. But just as Im about to downstairs again he comes out and a whole 'nother shouting bit starts, finally I shout back athim, "Sorry, I won't try to stop people from fighting anymore!" and I run to my room and start bawling. Literally, I was sitting on the floor with a box of kleenex, not doing my project, just crying.
I really don't get it. I mean, I work really hard. I'm a really, really good kid. Seriously, I'm not joking. I get amazing marks, I listen to my parents, I don't skip school, I'm religious, I don't fight a lot with my sisters, I help my mom. The one thing I figured my dad wasn't too happy about was that Im not going into science. Then, I say one thing. It wasn't anything insulting, or insolent, or rude, or horribly rebellious. I said, usually we don't eat all together, to try to stop people from getting mad for no reason....and all of a sudden I should be careful? I shouldn't interfere? I shouldn't be another Raphael?
Clearly all he wants is for people to shut up and listen to his edicts, and if you're not happy grin and bear it, because he loved his father very much, and he wishes his father was still here, and he only wants the best for us. And he should be able to explode and we should all cower and do want he wants.
I really need a hug.
(and now my mom wants to go shoe shopping, and all I want to do is stay home and study for exams, shoot it.)

2003-05-29T09:26:00.000-04:00

Memo to self: Download Coldplay Album. Stop humming bits of Clocks before you drive yourself and everyone else up the wall.
Memo to sister: Stop playing the songs I dled 25 times over. It is diabolical and will make me hate them then I won't have any good songs to listen to anymore.
Memo to Winamp: I heart you.

2003-05-28T22:19:00.000-04:00

Same as Kitt.

You are Tank, from "The Matrix." Loyal
till the end, you spare no expense in ensuring
the well-being of others.

What Matrix Persona Are You?
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I really need to watch the rest of that. *ponders*

2003-05-27T19:34:00.000-04:00

ex·ploi·ta·tion ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ksploi-tshn)
n.
The act of employing to the greatest possible advantage: exploitation of copper deposits.
Utilization of another person or group for selfish purposes: exploitation of unwary consumers.

Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

Selfish purposes kind of sums it up. I'm definitely going to have to start being more mean to people.

2003-05-27T17:46:00.000-04:00

I just saw someone use the term Military Industrial Complex seriously. I'm having trouble holding in the laughter here.

2003-05-27T11:48:00.000-04:00

Seriously though. Hmmmm. *pondering valedictorian-ness* And English or Hebrew? Actually I have no chance in english. In Hebrew I'd be up against...well, spicy Israeli types. But several people told me they'd vote for me and it doesn't hurt to try, right?
Argelfraster...I need guidance *lol*
Heh, I had placement tests for english and french classes next year, so they can decide what level to put me in. English was ridiculously easy. The fun part was where they gave us 15 minutes to do 100 vocab questions and said, don't worry, almost no one finishes. Hmmm yeah. *smirk* Actually I left one out cause I didn't know it. And guessed one or two. But hahaha. *smirk again*

2003-05-25T13:08:00.000-04:00

DR MRS VANDERTRAMP *
Doing: My Jewish Thought Project
Thinking: I really need to get down to work.
Wondering: If I should apply to be valedictorian.
Reading: Children of Dune, by Frank Herbert.
Re-Reading: Emma, by Jane Austen.
Dreading: The call from a girl in my class which will mean that I will have to go explain a Physics lab. Having my own personal stalker is fun.
Anticipating: Graduation
Highlight of the Day: Driving for an hour, around the neighborhood, while my mom gripped the side of her chair as if she was on a rollercoaster - despite her own admission that I was driving quite well. ;)
Lauging at: See below. Chomsky should stick to linguistics - this is too much like what he would say.
Feeling guilty for: Not replying to various PM's (all from the same person, all very nice and enjoyable, I just am too procrastinate-y to sit down and reply properly). Also for not finishing Kitt's letter, which I promised her several months ago.

*A mnemonic for memorizing the French verbs with which you have to use an "auxiliaire etre". Ei, did you learn this one?

2003-05-25T11:14:00.000-04:00

Noam Chomsky and Howard Zinn, on The Fellowship of the Ring

2003-05-23T17:50:00.000-04:00

Query
Should I apply to be nominated for valedictorian? Our school has three, each in a different language.

2003-05-22T22:08:00.000-04:00

I've been looking around for my siblings' old schoolwork and, in the process, I ran across an old folder of mine from a Young Author's Conference a few years ago. I just looked at the cover, the bit with the nametags and the scribbles and the words. And it really made me think of something running through my head for a couple months now. We've changed. No, really, we have. Or maybe the dynamics have changed. Because the folder just instantly brought back so many memories, of the days when we laughed at everyone and everything, and took nothing seriously, and thought we were smarter than everyone else. (Maybe we were. Or maybe we just didn't want to be like everyone else.) And we were so much the same, for a brief period there - not a bland conformity, but more of a "kindred spirit", as Anne would say. At first, we were new friends, and Sigal was out of school for a while, and we were all changing. But for maybe a year and a half, maybe less, maybe more, for that dazzling brief time, things were really just wonderful. We could all be silly and cynical and idealistic and contemplative and kids and readers and writers and all at the same time, in one whirling cloud of laughing and talking and not caring about the rest of the world. Even after Rebecca switched schools, and even though I was in one grade higher and we never managed to be in class together, and even though I was still living in a different area of the city. Then - I don't know what happened. Maybe we matured. Maybe we immatured. I know I've changed - I've come, partially, out of my comfy little shell and I started laughing not just with my closest friends but with more people. And not just at home but in class. But things can be - a little more awkward sometimes. Not with all of them. Just with one of the original girls and another who moved here a year ago. They've become a lot more - quiet, kind of, but also - more serious about the world, without as much of the silliness. And the dynamics have shifted, and I'm thinking to myself, when did we stop being on the same wavelength, all together?

*stopping there before i spill too much and - yeah. english exam on the theme of boundaries. very important topic that. we all have our own emotional boundaries. and it's getting closer to the area near those boundaries - not past, not next to, but getting there. so i'm going to stop now. and i'm going to say, i miss when we were all kids, all cynical and idealistic and silly and serious and impossibly balanced, like a supersaturated solution in chemistry. tap it and the equilibrium breaks. i think something's tapping.

2003-05-21T12:14:00.000-04:00

Physics is making me :
regurgitate
vomit
puke
barf
upchuck
(etc....)
Actually I'm just extremely irritated because in additon to this argelfraster Physics project which has been taking me the past SIX WEEKS (excuse the sophomoric capslock but I'm very annoyed!!!) I have to expand my one page historical section to TEN pages and you know what. I don't appreciate it. I really don't. Next 2 years = hardcore history this year = science not combining history BAH HUMBUG.

2003-05-16T18:42:00.000-04:00

Missed the lunar eclipse last night:( My friend told me she forgot to wake up her 8-year old brother in time for it and he gave her this huge guilt trip.
"Didn't you know that the next time it comes I'm going to be eleven?Didn't you understand how much I wanted to see it?"
She has such a cool little brother. I think I would be his best friend. He even had his own website. Before me. *lol*

Oh - last week in science class my teacher mentioned the eclipse. One of the girls shouted out that there had been an eclipse on ER the night before. The next person asked, "How can you have a lunar eclipse during the day???" About half of them did not quite comprehend the whole basic astronomy thing. Later I asked (I'll grant that it may have been a little evil, but really), "You are aware that the world is round, right?" One of the girls, a few rows ahead of me, turns around and aks "Wait - but the world *is* round!"
(By the way, check out Ei's pretty new banner!)

2003-05-15T19:16:00.000-04:00

Applauding Analgesics *

Today was the day of the pounding headache. Luckily it was also the day of the Kosher Krispy Kreme KDonut. Yum. They have now opened a location in Montreal.
Anyways...as half the class is back from the March of the Living, class is even noisier than it was for the past two weeks. Plus I'm sick and am having difficulty with the whole breathing issue. Everything looks worse seen through headaches and sneezes. *lol* But when I got home I took a Tylenol and things looked rosier. I think I'll take one more and go face the homework. (Bit first I want to listen to some Coldplay. I need to dl the new album...or maybe I should be legal and buy it?--Nahhhh.)

*Check out my alliterative abilities. I should go write headlines for the Gazette here. One of their recent headlines: "Bubble Bursting Brings Big Benefits."

2003-05-13T12:39:00.000-04:00

Congratulations are decidedly in order....
for me for fixing comments
for my mom for finding my dvd
for my class for almost raising enough money to pay for our yearbook (We need like $12 000 canadian)
for Lammy for finally putting up Dulcinea
for Jen for making such a purdy layout for the Inklings
for me for thinking all these things up as well as nonchalantly walking out on a substitute

2003-05-12T19:35:00.000-04:00

Today could have been really bad - sick at home with the only movie watching options being Reese Witherspoon romantic comedies and The 10th Kingdom? (Actually, I probably would have watched Tenth Kingdom just for fun. But it's been done.) Luckily, my mom found my lotr DVD under the tv stand thing:) So I spent three hours in a semi-conscious state watching Disc 1 of the Appendices (I watched Disc 2 several weeks ago).
Conclusions Reached:
1) Lord of the Rings is really, really, really cool.
2) Accents are nice.
3) New Zealand is pretty.
4) Andrew Lesnie looks like Harry Potter.
5) Working on movies looks like fun. Not the actual shooting or acting - the back stuff, like costume design and set design and storyboarding. I seriously have to look into that, seeng as right now most ideas for what I want to do look good.

2003-05-10T23:56:00.000-04:00

Maybe when I wake up in the morning the comments will have magically fixed themselves. I'm pretty sure I put the codes in the right places...but then again I've been pretty sure on Physics questions and turned out to have been horribly wrong. *lol*
We need a Tooth Fairy for blogs.

2003-05-08T22:00:00.000-04:00

Not exactly an update....

Happy Sixteenth Birthday Kim!!
You're beautiful and talented and intelligent and funny and well duh you're wonderful because you're my Long Lost Twin and anyone related to me must be great...Right? Right. So now I will wander through google to find pretty pictures of things like Aida and Orlando and Josh Groban and Legolas and what else? Oh Aida.

Kim's alter ego, Darth Kim

Happy birthday, from me and all six BloomyBoys. *lol*

2003-04-29T22:45:00.000-04:00

So, it's absolutely beatiful outside, and I've been spending lots of time out in the park at lunch. I've got the freckles to prove it, too. *points at nose and cheeks* See?

So, we saw The Pianist with the school today, part of Holocaust Memorial Day. Great film. And, as several people might remember, I was pretty ambivalent about it, because of the director. But I saw it, and it's amazing. It was a hard film to watch, not as hard as some but still...I was definitely crying there at some points. The rest of the time I was just totally tuning out everything else. Wow. Great film. Now my opinion is...he shouldn't have gotten an Oscar, and I dislike him as a person. But the movie is really just wow.
*this post partially copied from a post on FF*

2003-04-27T21:23:00.000-04:00

Back To School - How awful. Why does spring break have to be over? *cries* 28 days left of school, not counting exams or weekends.

Alias - If they killed Dixon, I would have killed them. And Sloane is going down.

2003-04-25T13:21:00.000-04:00

*snicker*

If you like to think Starbucks is evil, check this out. (Link thanks to Hilatron.)
Personally I'm of the school of thought that says no one who creates Mocha Frapuccinos can be really bad; and anyways they've done some great stuff reconstructing places in Israel where suicide bombers have destroyed buildings. Although, there's one thing that's pretty nasty about them - everywhere there's a Second Cup (The. Best. Coffee. But only canadian hahaha) there will be a Starbucks opening right across the street. *waggles finger at Starbucks* That's just not nice.

2003-04-24T01:39:00.000-04:00

Thank you, dear. Nice to know you care :)

2003-04-22T08:57:00.000-04:00

Jen, you're saved:)

2003-04-22T00:19:00.000-04:00

On Archives: Man, some of my stuff was so baad. *blushes* One ok poem though. And wow, that was so long ago yet so recent.

2003-04-21T21:58:00.000-04:00

(Link courtesy of my brother and then again from Dave Barry's blog.)
Sun 13 Apr 2003

Time traveller forced to take stock

IN NEW YORK, federal investigators have arrested a Wall Street whiz on insider trading allegations after he turned an initial $350 stock market investment into a portfolio valued at more than $800m in just two weeks.

Andrew Carlssin, 44, claims in his defence that he is a time-traveller who has come back from 2256, when it is common knowledge that our era experienced one of the worst stock plunges in history.

He claims that, armed with the knowledge of the handful of stocks that are destined to go through the roof, anyone could make a fortune.

The Security and Exchange Commission said that his claims were being met with a degree of scepticism.

One said: "We don’t believe this guy’s story - he’s either a lunatic or a pathological liar. Every trade he made capitalised on unexpected business developments, which simply can’t be pure luck.

"The only way he could pull it off is with illegal inside information. He’s going to sit in a jail cell on Rikers Island until he agrees to give up his sources."

This article:

http://www.news.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?id=429922003

Weird, odd and quirky stories:

http://www.news.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?tid=609

Websites:

Fortean Times
http://www.forteantimes.com

Urban Legends Reference Pages (Snopes.com)
http://www.snopes.com

2003-04-21T13:25:00.000-04:00

Soliloquy, aka Punzie's Resolution of the day
So, blog. Tell me something. Why do you persist in changing your font every time I turn around? And another thing - if I started you partially as a creative effort, how come it's not working? The writing here is not, technically, real creative writing. They're kind of lazy posts, somtimes what I did today, usually just blahness. I really need to work on that.
And another thing. The new template was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a, Look at me I can use something different. I can be independent. And yet - I chose this template because it was easy to plug in, but I'm already bored with it. I haven't bothered to put comments up. Flooble, while not deceased like Kim's, Lammy's, and Kitt's, isn't very action-packed these days. *pats Milton* When the proper font shows up, it's ok. Gives it more spice when the right font is up. (My war against Times New Roman is well known - I haven't handed in an essay in that font for years.)
Well then, bloggy. There seems to be an issue here. And the only solution I can think of is this: I need to learn HTML - a little bit, at least. I need to sit down and fiddle and put up comments. And I need to pay more attention to what I type out, instead of a few sentences and quiz results. And you're going to get fixed up, and then I'm really going to like things here. Then I can be proud of you, and maybe even give the URL to a few real life people. They know you exist, but I haven't given anyone the link yet. Not quite sure why - maybe I'm not ready to share things with them that I've put here in the past. Anyways, this is going to change.

2003-04-20T18:10:00.000-04:00

Punzie's Adapted Apple Raisin Pesach Cookies

2 cups matzah meal
2 cups matzah farfel (aka crushed up matzahs)
4 eggs
¾ cup honey
¼ cup oil
One cup raisins aka a few handfuls, depending on how much you like raisins
2 apples, peeled and diced
Cinnamon

Beat together eggs, oil, and honey. Add the other ingredients. Mix everything together; drop spoons of the batter onto a cookie sheet; bake in a preheated 325F oven for 25 – 30 minutes. Eat while hot.
[note- brown sugar would probably be good but we’re out, hence I didn’t try it]

Yay me. I am very proud of myself so I get to brag about my invented recipe. Yay yay yay. I could totally be a famous chef except I'd get fat and I don't really want to kill myself over Michelin stars.

2003-04-16T16:24:00.000-04:00

you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
Hahahah sadly how true.

From Marti:

What Type of Villain are You?

mutedfaith.com /
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The Goddess Nature: The original mother-goddess,
represented by the color green and the element
earth. Nature is all about love, kindness, and
baking. She is all things domestic. Often has
to be the peacemaker in any dispute between her
Sisters.

Which Goddess Owns You?
brought to you by Quizilla

You are from Will's world!

Which Universe from His Dark Materials are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I need to re-read those:) I like Will, but I think I'd rather live in Lyra's world.

2003-04-16T13:35:00.000-04:00

By the way: I miss some oldbies..and middlebies, I guess you'd say.;) Vali has disappeared off the face of the Internet; Caro has been MIA for aaages; Ei hasn't blogged in over a month; Lyn's not online much anymore; neither is Toz. Of course I've been on less as well. *sniff* I miss the Olden Days;)

2003-04-16T13:28:00.000-04:00

Dropping by before Passover to say hi and see you all next week.
Kitt, I started your letter. :-)
Inklings - I promise to start typing my story next week, honest.
Anyways, the whole house is slowly turning into the holiday mood. I don't know how to explain it, really - everything upside down and then right side up again in a short time, ready for the Seder tonight. The house smells good - clean, and the air is full of anticipation. Soon there'll be food smells coming out of the kitchen as well.

2003-04-08T22:33:00.000-04:00

People Punzie Admires, In Roughly Chronological Order:
-Miriam & Yocheved
-Yael; Yehudit; Devorah
-Socrates
-Leonardo da Vinci
-Rambam (Maimonides)
-Marie Curie
-Chana Senesh
-Shila Herzog --->alive today, met her, will tell her story.

I'm going to explain the ones you all probably don't know:) Later, cause now I'm busy with Physics. I think the list was longer but I made it up last night and forgot it.

2003-04-08T22:30:00.000-04:00

Thanks to everyone for their birthday wishes *mwah* Kimbles LLT love ya, the curls are beeyoooteefull. :D

2003-04-06T23:26:00.000-04:00

Link from Jen:
emode.com - True Talent Test
Punz, your true talent is verbal ability

You seem to know how to pick the right words for almost every occasion. Beyond your ability to interpret information and articulate your points, you appear to understand the power and aesthetic appeal behind language. Your verbal knowledge can make you versatile in expressing yourself. And your skills in this arena also allow you to pick up subtle meanings behind what people say.

These specialized communication skills can be of huge value in a variety of business and social environments.

How do we know that your true talent is verbal ability? While you were taking the test, we calculated your responses to each test question, and noticed that, relative to others, you consistently answered questions that measure verbal ability correctly.

*bashes math homework over the head*

2003-04-04T17:14:00.000-05:00

I command this blog to be all Century Gothic!

2003-04-04T01:12:00.000-05:00

I'm guessing the change in font is a css thing. somewhere in the style for the page it tells it to change font. or there's a random unclosed <*font> tag somewhere which is making the rest of the entry that font. I'll have to look at the code at some point...

2003-04-03T19:48:00.000-05:00

So, Powerpoint's kind of fun. And in a wholly unrelated note, I want a poodle skirt. Or maybe I'll just iron a poodle applique on to a tshirt.
Song lyric currently in my head: Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out...

2003-04-03T17:46:00.000-05:00

Apologies if you've seen this already, but it was posted on FF and I thought it was interesting, if a little ..overly optimistic maybe.

You probably missed it in the rush of news earlier this month, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one:

An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country. As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least.

The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. I've beentold that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 3-other countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

Pass this around the World.

**Punzie's note: I think there might be typos in there or a couple of errors but I'm just passing it along as I found it.

2003-04-03T17:19:00.000-05:00

I really like Josh Groban. Heee. Pretty music. But I can't find it on DirectConnect, so I stealthily listen to it over the internet. Don't tell my bro, the Bandwidth Boss.

2003-04-02T18:45:00.000-05:00

Things that Amuse Me
- My blog is blocked by the school server. If I try to open it, it pops up this ominous black page with red bars and a big red font saying "This Web Site Blocked by --Academy"
- There are currently four pens in my hair holding up a strange bun. My purple elastic is safely on my wrist. If you offer me another pen, I'll wriggle that one into the hair too.
- My Hebrew language teacher. *giggle*

2003-04-01T18:10:00.000-05:00

Jen do you have any idea why it alternates fonts? I thought I set it so it's all in Century Gothic, the bubblier one, but I might have missed something. -??

2003-04-01T18:00:00.000-05:00

hahaha, poisson d'Avril. I'd forgotten about that. Glad no one stuck a fish on your back.

2003-04-01T16:46:00.000-05:00

Notes
-So today is Poisson D'Avril - April Fools' Day in english. No one tried anything, thank goodness. Always seemed kind of silly.
-It was also my hebrew birthday and it wasn't so awesome as birthdays go. Hopefully my english one, next week, will be better. I'm 17!
-I finally went back to school at around 10:15. I got different reactions from teachers. The worst was one who looks at me, and goes "Welcome back! So when can you take the test?"
-I got my admission to Dawson Liberal Arts today. Very happy about that; but still atrociously confused about what I want to do. I'd like to be a diplomat, I think.

2003-04-01T15:43:00.000-05:00

Huggles to Lammy for dropping by. *big roomie hug*

2003-03-31T13:12:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow I turn six years old. Honestly. No, not honestly, but with my twisted logic...you'll see.
Here goes: Ok, so the Jewish calendar year incorporates the moon as well, that's how we tell each new month has started. Anyways, this means it's a little different from the english one - Instead of just a leap year with an extra day, we get a whole extra month, at irregular intervals over a cycle of 19 years. (It's like...3, 6, 8, 11, 14, 17, 19. I think.) And this year happens to be a leap year - as was the year I was born. April 8, 1986, corresponds to the 28th of the 'second' month of Adar. Technically, when it's not a leap year, you celebrate your birthday on the 'first' Adar, but it's more fun this way. So tomorrow, April 1, corresponds to the 6th leap year of this cycle - the 6th time I actually have my birthday. Interesting, no? :D Yeah. I fully expect an EZ Bake oven and a Sally Secrets Doll;)
(By the by, my english birthday is next tuesday, April 8. I'll be turning 17 and so will Tiff. Congratulations are perfectly in order.)

2003-03-29T22:09:00.000-05:00

AhahahahahaRIGHT.

Which toe are you? o_O~?

Fact: Bronchitis sucks.

2003-03-22T20:43:00.000-05:00

So for a while now I've been reading random blogs, and I happened across Ismat's. I've been reading it for a bit and I think she's very articulate and a good writer. And today she posted a link to someone else's blog post, about the war on Iraq. And I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't the ubiquitous "No Blood for Oil!" type of post, so although I don't 100% agree with it, but close, I decided to post the link. Here it is.

2003-03-20T10:39:00.000-05:00

Awww, shucks

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about how random people are sometimes just nice. I’ve noticed it a lot, both on FF and in real life. For example, I posted some pictures on FF, first on the OB board a while back and then recently on Off-Topic – and people just compliment you, and say nice things, even though they don’t know you. And I think that’s awesome, that there is such a sense of camaraderie sometimes on parts of FanForum.

There are also people who are always nice. Take Nessa, for example. She is unfailingly sweet to everyone. (Anyone who dumps on Ness is either strangely deluded or just sucks.)
…to be cont cause the bell rang…

2003-03-19T13:23:00.000-05:00

Anyways, I really ought to sit down and get my comments up. Too lazy though. :lol: I’d do it tonight but apparently we have a test tomorrow…sigh. Plus I want to watch GG, it’s my relaxation time. I;ve also been going on FF more than usual recently; I guess I’m just sick of school and stressful work *lol*

Lammy, you know I’m still waiting to see that new template ;) I love the av, your blog should look really nice when it’s up. Miss talking to you.

Sorry for posting such lazy entries. *sigh*

2003-03-18T17:45:00.000-05:00

Lammy sent this to me, and I was bored. So here you get all sorts of tidbits about boring meee.

Have you ever?*

1. Been Kissed: Nope
2. Done drugs: Nope
3. Eaten an entire box of oreos: Nope
4. Eaten sushi: No…

*Which one of your friends...*

1. Is most likely to grow up to be a model/singer: Not anyone, I think. But reaching ---Shira v??
2. Which one knows most about you: Rebecca
3. Is most likely to become a comedian: Steph
4. Who have you known the longest: Ilana
5. Do you know most about: Ilana and Steph
6. Who will send this back the quickest: Well, I’m sending it back to Lammy, but otherwise? Kim or Martini
7. End up in jail: Kitra, for protesting about human rights violations in some 3rd world country

*Have you Ever*

1. Been to a concert: Nope
2. Loved someone so much it made you cry: No
3. Cheated on a test: I used to give answers but I stopped. Am not a doormat anymore.
4. Bought something and then saw it cheaper somewhere else: Sometimes
5. Stolen Something: Hmm. No.
6. Stalked someone: absolutely nooot. But sometimes I do ‘look at recent posts’ in people’s profile.

1. Single or Hooked: Single
2. Who is your biggest crush: I dunno. Celebrity-wise? Legolas? But not even anymore. I don’t have a crush.
3. If you were gonna go out with anyone who would it be: Jon K or Joey.
4. Have you had a lot of boyfriends/girlfriends: No.
5. Have you ever had an online relationship: No.

*Others*

1. What is your worst habit: Draping clothes over a chair until my room gets messy. And some procrastination.
2. What really makes you mad: Not being listened to or given my space/independence. And racism.
3. Scariest moment: Ummm. One of the times when my parents fought, or when my dad fought with my bro.
4. Happiest moment: Being with my friends in Israel
5. Do you swear too much: No
6. How do you feel about homosexuals: according to my religion it is wrong, but I also believe tat everyone has their free choice. So this is their choice and I don’t judge that.
7. How do you dress: Casual/trendy

*NOW*

1. When was the last time you showered: Last night
2. What color pants do you have on right now: Uhh, I don’t. I’m wearing a costume skirt, it’s blue and I put pastel scribbles on it. I’m wearing red tights.
3. What is the last thing that you said: Happy birthday
4. What is your computer desk made of: Fake wood
5. What are the last 4 digits in your phone number: Not sayin’. But my old phone #...9910
6. What was the last thing you ate: chocolate hazelnut wafer thing
7.Who do want to spend the rest of your life with: How am I supposed to know?
8. Do you have a lava lamp: noo
9. How many buddies do you have on your list: aol: 73
10. What did you do last night: prepared costume and chatted on aol with a guy from ff
11. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone: my friend steph
12. What do you like most about the opposite sex: That you can just have a good conversation witht them, they’re a lot more frank & open than some girls. Guys are nice.
13. What is the nicest present you've gotten this year: I dunno…it’s my birthday in a few weeks so I’ll tell you then;) ut I get to go on my grad trip, probably NYC, over my bday.
15. Favoite M&M: regular
16. Who makes you happy: lots of people
17. Favorite CD: JM or my simon and garfunkel cd’s.
18. Height: Iunno…my driver’s license says 165 cm. But that’s not accurate, the clerk made it up. 5”4?? Short side of average.
19. Are you a loser: Define loser. Depends who’s looking at it. Maybe to some people, like the jappy little seventh graders. :lol: Nah, I’m ok.
20. Have you ever won any special awards: absolutely
21. What do you want to be when you grow up: dunno, but writing on the side
22. What are your future goals: Go to cegep and uni. Go on jeopardy. Go around the world.
23. What animal would you be: Either some form of feline or a bird….or a horse..or a dolphin….can’t choose.
24. Glad this survey is over: Absoluuutely!
8. Chocolate or plain milk: Chocolate.
9. Celsius or Fahrenheit: Celsius!!!
10. Spring or fall: Spring
11. History or Science: Hmmm, chemistry over physics but depends on which history and which science…hmm Science.
12. Math or English: English
13. Alternative or Country: Alternative

*Opposite sex*

1. Do you like someone right now from the opposite sex: Not in particular
2. Do they know: N/A
3. What do you look for in a woman or man: Hmm, interesting conversations, nice, humour, intelligent, a good heart. Physically, as logn as they’re not too hard on the eyes doesn’t really matter.

*Your Friends*

1. Who's your funniest friend: Hmmm. Becca. Because I laugh most with her.
2. Who makes you laugh/smile the most:
Ooops, I think I just answered that.
3. Who's the loudest: Depends with who. With some people, I’m louder, with others, Im shyer.
4. Who's the shyest: In general, me.
5. Whose parents do you know the best: Steph’s,…or Becca’s. Or maybe Ilana’s, but her parents are a little weird.
6. Who are you jealous of: Not really anybody. Sometimes I think, oh that person has such a perfect life, but I’m happy being me.
7. Who has the best room: Of my friends? Hmm. Used to be me, is now…Ilana.

*Within the last 24 hours have you...*

1. Had a serious talk: Not really.
2. Hugged someone: absolutely
3. Gotten along with your parents: Yeap
4. Fought with a friend: Absolutely Nooooot

*Do you like to...*

1. Give hugs: absolutely
2. Give back rubs: Massages? My class always does but I don’t really give or receive so dunno.
3. Take walks in the rain: Haven’t really done it, but it sounds very poetic and literary. ;)
4. What did you do this summer when you had time: I vegged and did nohing…lots of ff, I guess.
5. Been on stage: Hmm, yeah probably. Yes.
6. Been dumped: Nope
7. Has someone been unfaithful to you: Yup

*Either/Or*
1. Cold or hot: In between *lol* But I like summer best so, hot.
2. Blue or Red: Blue
3. Rain or snow: …*look*..not sure. Snow’s cool.
4. Give or receive: Give
5. Wool or cotton: Cotton
6. Rose or daisy: Daisy
7. Private school or public school: Private

2003-03-13T20:59:00.000-05:00

Caveat
Everything here is pretty much unedited, straight from the brain or the heart or wherever, rough copy, first draft. Some of it is just copied directly from handwritten accounts in my agenda. I probably should revise more..but I'm not telling a story, or writing an essay. I'm pouring myself onto a page. And I edit myself enough in real life to not have to edit my words here.
I want to buy a journal, a real paper one. Not a diary or a log, but something instead of filling up the empty pages in my agenda. I think that will be my main outlet, and stories and my better entries will go here. I have a lot of thinking to do. I poured out a lot of writing today, this is only part of it.

2003-03-13T20:51:00.000-05:00

Inkfish (In the Metaphorical Sense)
Sometimes I think to myself, I can write. I roll words, like softly glowing pearls, under my tongue; they run inkily through my evins and flow through my heart to my brain, directing everything I do.
Then, I read a particularly scintillating journal entry, and I marvel at their ease and charisma with words, hoe they convey emotion and experience so smoothly, so clearly. And I sigh, and I think, and I read some more, and I feel like I could cry. Because, honestly, who am I? What have I done, what depths of feeling have I gone through, how could I ever dream of reacing any modest sort of pinnacle? So I stay away from the pen, briefly, immersing myself in life and in great books. And the books make me gasp in awe and weep in a feeling approaching wonder.
But the books have a side effect - they make me long to try it out, to write in a new way (hmm, I've never tried any stream-of-consciousness bits) or tell new stories (where is that woman driving to, anyways, and why does she look so angry and sad and tired?) or find a new way to describe air, or water, or the tree outside my window.
Then I go back to the pen, and sometimes I feel like a creature of words, an inkfish darting through gorgeous waves; and sometimes I feel dammed, blocked by some murky build-up.
The best writing is at night, lying in my bed, silently composing strings of thoughts and phrases - but I slip into Morpheus' realm and he greedily steals all my words, under cover of night.
But sometimes it stays. And that is wonderful, full of wonder.

Sometimes I feel driven to write, because the words lodge stubbornly in my head and refuse to leave until I transmute my emotions into ink and paper. And sometimes there's no other way to say, I love the world, or, I feel lonely, or Am I doing something wrong?
There are no options, in the end, but to swim again and accept that, good at it or not, I'm an inkfish and I have to jump. So I do. And maybe I'm improving with age and experience, or maybe I'm deluding myself, but - it doesn't really matter.

2003-03-12T17:11:00.000-05:00

I love Jen. *holds up "Applause" board*

2003-03-09T17:37:00.000-05:00

You've got archives and permalinks now ;) no need for applause, it's anything for a friend...and hello Ei!

you'll have to republish your archives for all the changes to be made to them. but hey, I found your archives! Have fun, and if you have any q's, you know where to find me...

2003-03-09T13:07:00.000-05:00

You're an admin now...

2003-03-08T20:24:00.000-05:00

Yesss!! I have been added to your team! I will try to help you out as much as I can! ;) Although, I think I have to be an admin to make changes on your blog template... *look*

2003-03-04T18:47:00.000-05:00

2003-03-04T00:33:00.000-05:00

Punz, dear, I can help you with your html allergy, if you wish. If it makes you feel better, you haven't lost your comments, you just need to put the code back in there. just go to enetation.co.uk and I hope you remember your user/pass cause I don't! Want me to go in there and put some Blogger variables so you'll have archives again? Just say the word :) Don't get snowed on too much...

2003-02-28T14:20:00.000-05:00

I'm going to leave it like this temporarily. The main issues I have to work out are connected to the archives...also, my permalinks aren't there anymore. I'll fix it up again later. Any help is greatly appreciated! :)

2003-02-28T13:18:00.000-05:00

and again, my love...

2003-02-28T12:58:00.000-05:00

I think html makes me sneeze.

2003-02-28T12:48:00.000-05:00

Please please work!!

2003-02-28T12:43:00.000-05:00

Testing...