If it is a dog, then it has four legs. If it is me, well that's a different story.

Hey blog, long time, no see. I know, I know, I know. It's been such a long time since I've last written. During the months between September through October, people were blogging like crazy. I joined the trend. One of my favorite bloggers, Hayley G. Hoover, wrote a wonderful blog post listing all the things she currently loved. I think I am going to do the same:

I love:

-when I wake up and think I have get of bed and then realize I have an hour more to sleep.

I love:

-on occasional Fridays, my parents, dogs, and I all order copious amounts of Thai food, rent a movie, and cuddle with the dogs. It is my definition of comfort and relaxation.

I love:

-summer nights when it is too hot to do anything and all you can do is lay on your bed and listen to music. The windows are open, the humid air is rustling your curtains. Everything gets all quiet and beautiful.

I love:

-going to the dog park and watching dogs smile as they play.

I love:

-the feeling of uncontrollable laughter. Even though you try to make yourself stop, you can't. Your stomach begins to hurt because you've been laughing for so long.

I love:

-people who are willing to open up, and not be judgemental, and share what they are thinking and feeling, even if it sounds stupid or odd.

I love:

-Disneyland at night. Truly, one of the happiest places on earth. Waiting in line for Pirates of the C., Splash Mountain, the Haunted Mansion, and Indiana Jones. The smell of hot air encompassing theme park visitors.

I love:

-Taking long walks in the rain, letting the rain frizz up your hair and you don't even care. Walking through the neighborhood, cars zooming past without a care in the world.

I love:

-my Japanese class. I am going to miss them so much in college.

I love:

-Writing and typing and letting your creativity flow. I love when your fingers can't type fast enough because the ideas are flowing out of your brain, through your arms, and onto your fingertips.

I love:

-discovering new bands and listening to the same songs on repeat until you have memorized all the lyrics by heart.

I love.

I have to go finish up my homework. Have a lovely 2010, everyone. If anyone is still reading this...

I'll try to write more often.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Looking like an attractive sleeping bag . . .

Hey blog readers, well actually I doubt anyone is reading this anymore. But what the hell? I guess I'll just keep writing. How are you all? I'm good, thanks for asking.

Well, Happy December, everyone. Right now I am lying down in my bed, supposed to be sleeping but not very tired at all (this might have to do with the fact that I had many chocolate chips a few hours ago and chocolate tends to keep me up because of the caffeine). My room is probably the most pleasant room in the house this week because it is where my space heater lives. My room is actually almost a comfortable temperature currently. And this is rare. My house was built in the 20s so let's just say the heating system is probably not up to date. Or if it is, my parents don't know how to turn it on properly. And since the city has never been this cold (my friend told me today that this is record lowest temperature it has ever been in the city), I have to wear many sweatshirts and pairs of socks and leggings and hats and many other attractive pieces of clothing that make me look like a sleeping bag.

College craze for me is officially going to begin for me tomorrow. I have my first (drumroll, please) college meeting with the college counselor at school tomorrow. I am excited for college but also sort of nervous because I don't want to start over again. Don't get me wrong, there is something so appealing and delicious about starting over because you really can be anyone you want to be. But, the thing is, I don't like putting myself into new social situations. But I suppose, I need to get more practice because practice makes perfect or whatever they say. I am probably going to get carpel tunnel right now because I am typing so fast. This might end up looking like jibberish. Oh well. My feet are still cold (not metaphorically, literally). I am considering grabbing a pair of socks. No, they are too far away. I am lazy. hjkhjkhgggyghjl

Well, I should probably head to bed. By heading to bed (I'm already in bed), I mean heading to sleep. Ha. That sounds weird. I am going to head to sleep. . .

Although I am sort of having the urge to look at college websites. I do enjoy the pretty slide shows. Some college campuses make me salivate -- they are so beautiful and historical looking. My favorite picture from the slideshows on the different websites is the picture in which college students are playing frisbee and studying on a large lawn in the sun. This is probably the most cliche type of picture, but it just looks so relaxing and nice.

Good night, everyone. Let's all try to get through this week!

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Cotton Candy and a letter to the snow gods

Hey blog readers. I know, I know. It's been way too long. But better late than never, right? I know you've missed me and I've missed you. :-) School of course is always bringing me down--but I think it's important to enjoy what I can because I still have two more years of high school. That is a LOT and I need to not just try to get through it, but actually experience it. I guess words are easier than actions, but still, I think that's a good philosophy.

Anyway! This weekend was relatively good. Friday was definitely an entertainment packed day. I first saw New Moon (yes, yes, the Twilight saga) and it wasn't actually too horrid. I mean, true, no one can act in the movie to save their lives. I relate the experience of seeing it to eating cotton candy. It's not really healthy, it really doesn't have much substance besides sugar and fluff, yet it is so delicious and addicting. True, most of the guys are shirtless 70 percent of the time, but I'm not complaining and by hearing all the screams from all the pre-teen girls in the theatre, I don't think they're complaining much either. . .

I have a confession to make: In middle school, I sadly had a huge Twilight phase in which all I read and talked about was vampires and werewolves. I would quote cheesy metaphors from the books and I would read a chapter each night before bed (yes, that's right. I read them again and again). So I justified watching this fluffy movie because it was necessary to fufill my middle school obsession. Okay, that is not much of a confession because if you knew me at all a few years ago, you would definitely know about my obsession. Okay, and maybe it wasn't middle school. Maybe freshman year? Let's just say middle school for my sake. I used to be Team Edward but I might be leaning towards Team Jacob just because of Taylor Lautner. Mmmm.

Okay, so back to Friday. Amanda and I then rushed to go to the opera. The opera was called Cosi Fan Tutte. It was hilarious. I would have never thought myself to be a opera lover, but I love the opera. This opera was written by Mozart and the music was amazing and the story line was hilarious. Thank goodness for the screen with the translations from Italian. Without the translations, it would not be as great. I love how modern humor is relatively similar to how humor 200 years ago was. That makes me happy. Go opera club!

So right now I am listening to Eric Hutchinson on repeat and counting down the days until winter break. Literally. Outloud and in my planner. There are about 18-20 days after Thanksgiving break until Winter break. And then this coming week, I only have two more days of school. Yes! Screw the veterans, give me more pumpkin pie time. I seriously am kidding. I am very thankful for the veterans who give their time to help us. I am, I am. I should be getting back to studying bio, because that is oh so fun. I hope you know that I am being sarcastic.

You know what I'm ready for? A snow day. Asap. That would be excellent.

Dear Snow Gods,
I am ready for it to snow. Thanks a bunch. I'm getting quite impatient.

Sincerely,
Your favorite impatient girl,
Aviva

Have a lovely evening everyone.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

And he spent the day whistling away

Hey blog readers.

Okay, so Jenny and I wrote an article for the school newspaper. We had to edit out all the fiction because it wasn't in a journalistic style but I am going to post what my article used to look like. And keep your eyes open for our article in the school newspaper. It's called, Swine Flu: Men are Pigs. It is all about the act of whistling in our society and how it is demeaning towards women. Here is the version that will NOT be in the newspaper (note: no last names included):

Aviva:

So what do those with testosterone think about this controversial issue? Luke , a junior who has experience in the act of whistling says, “They {women} should be flattered. It’s a compliment and it’s not sexist since the situation can apply to either gender.” Kaustubh, a sophomore, has never whistled at women. When Jenny and Aviva ask him the question in the form of, “Why would anyone do it?” he answers, “Probably to make up for the fact that they {men} are not able to attract women.” Is Kaustaubh saying that perhaps males are whistling because they can’t use their wit or good looks to attract the opposite sex? He has a point.

Is the act of whistling a habit or something taught to a boy as a young child? I highly doubt that a boy’s education happens like this:

Father: “Son, I think it’s time that I teach you an important life skill. I was taught this as a young boy and you must pass it on to future generations.” Son: “Oh gee, Dad. Are you going to teach me how to fly a kite or grill meat?” Father: “Oh no, son. Not that, something much more important. In order to attract the opposite sex, we men must whistle at women as we drive past. The more they resemble prostitutes, the better.” “But dad, can’t we just talk to them like human beings, face to face?” {Stage direction: Father laughs.} “Oh no, no, son. That is not how men treat the opposite sex. We must be degrading and try to act like pigs as much as humanly possible. Men are above women in the social hierarchy. That is how it’s always been.” Son: “Oh, wow, thanks, Dad. I want to grow up to be just like you!” {Stage direction: Father demonstrates a wolf whistle and the son begins to practice. Son looks frustrated, but after the tenth attempt, belts out a loud cat call. The father pats his son on the back and they spend the day whistling away.}

Guest writers Aviva and Jenny think whistling at women is inappropriate and outdated. However, many young women at school surprisingly think it is flattering -- even complimentary -- or some of them just do not care. Liz Thompson, a junior who thinks the act of whistling is flattering, says, “I take it as a compliment. Oh I don’t know, I appreciate that they appreciate that I look good.” On the other hand, Sarah, a sophomore, does not have an opinion on the issue. She says, “I’m not embarrassed or disturbed. It’s not sexist and I don’t really care.” Perhaps teenagers in the 21st century think whistling is acceptable because they are accustomed to it, because every girl interviewed for this article had been whistled at multiple times. Perhaps we girls should rethink our attitude towards whistling if we expect to be taken seriously and treated equally in today’s society.

We highly doubt anything productive will come out of cat calling. The young men we interviewed at school said that they whistled mostly for the thrill of it or they wanted a girl’s telephone number or a smile.

However, we highly doubt that a situation like the one described below will ever happen ten years down the road at a party:

Fiancé: I have an announcement to make. Patrick and I are engaged! Guest #1: “Wow, congratulations! How did you guys meet?” Woman: “Well, it was a hot summer day. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top. Patrick was a stranger at the time. He whistled and screamed out the car window to me, “Hey, pretty lady. Can I get your number? He even made a suggestive movement with his hands; it was completely adorable. I knew that I wanted a man like that to help me raise my kids one day. I knew I needed to marry someone who treats women like pieces of chopped meat. And to think, it all started with that irresistible whistle.” {Stage direction: The happy couple kiss and the party guests whisper to each other about the wedding plans.}

Are we saying that women should retaliate if they are whistled at? No, please do not punch the guy in the face unless it is absolutely necessary. But to all men reading this article, please don’t beep or honk at women. It is demeaning, and unless you enjoy being referred to as, “pigs,” “scum,” or worse, then please just be respectful.

Hope you enjoyed that. We had a bunch of fun writing it. Perhaps I'll post Jenny's section in the future. It is also entertaining.

Off to homework land. Have a lovely week, everyone. I think I am ready for a good ol' fashion'd snow day.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

P.S. On Friday I am gong to see New Moon (you know that awful series about vampires and that werewolf guy with the nice arms) and then I'm going to the Opera. Yay opera club!

A "Love" Letter to my Laptop

Hey blog readers. Sorry I haven't written in a while, I think you'd probably like to read quality blog posts over quantity--I am not going to post everyday if there is nothing interesting to write. But I suppose there are always interesting things to write, it just depends on how inspired I feel.



So anyway. Homecoming happened on Saturday night. Summary of homecoming: Hormonal teenagers rubbing against eachother to the YMCA and Grease showtunes. I just couldn't make myself grind to the YMCA. Isn't that song about Christian men saving the world together? I just don't know. How classy, right? Perhaps I'll dedicate a whole blog post sometime soon to high school dances. They aren't my favorite thing but it was interesting to compare my experience now to the last homecoming I went to homecming freshman year. Actually a lot has changed. And some things just never change. Which is good. And bad. Enough said.

Let's see... Is there anything else to report? I started reading Bel Canto for Book Club at school and I am really enjoying it. It is really easy to get through and so far it is quite addicting. Everyone should join book club. Go book club!

You know what I really want? A MacBookPro. My computer sucks. So much. This is what I would say to my laptop if it would only understand:

Dear My Dell Laptop,

I'm sorry I haven't loved you as much as I promised when I ordered you a few years ago. I had such high hopes for our relationship, you were silvery and beautiful and I was young and naive. and thought we could conquer this unsettling world together. But you have disappointed me one time too many and sometimes you make me so angrythat I want to throw you from a skyscraper and watch you break into a million pieces onto the concrete pavement. I know you try, but sometimes trying just won't make the cut. You are slow, lazy and unreliable. I do have a few apologies to make I suppose. I am sorry that I ripped off two of your keys. It was by accident, really, I promise it was. I'm sorry for that. Oh and I'm also sorry my dad dropped you and your screen shattered. But we got you a new one eventually. It was all good in the end.

I'm also sorry that I can't be faithful. You sit on my desk all day unwanted while I go to the Apple website and dream about the day I can replace you and get a MacBookPro. I guess you could also call me a cheater, because whenever possible I avoid turning you on and go upstairs to use the family reliable Mac computer. I think you must be angry with me because now you refuse to let me listen to your beautiful voice on Youtube, which makes me watch all my favorite TV shows on the Mac upstairs. I'm sorry for that as well.

As soon as I have enough money, I am going to leave you. I think it's time that you packed your things and got the hell out; delete your memory card. It's time to delete our history (all the websites we have visited together) and it is time to delete all your favorites. I'm sorry if you end up in some factory, or even worse the landfill. But it's time. I give everything into this relationship and you give absolutely nothing back. Once I leave, I won't come back to you, I won't. I know I have in the past, but I am a different person than when we met. I want a laptop that is reliable, always there for me when I need it. I don't need a couch potato, I need an olympic athlete. My future laptop won't get sick all the time with your so called "viruses" and it will turn on with just the touch of a beautiful button. You take at least five minutes to load and are sick all the time. You always write, "Not responding" and sometimes even hsut down withot notice. It upsets me very much. I'm glad you can now read how I feel, my dear old laptop, because our relationship is officially, 100 percent over. It is even Facebook official.

Sincerely,

Your Ex-Lover,

Aviva

Well I better get back to work. If you are reading this and you aren't a follower, please follow this blog. The more followers I have, the more motivation I will have to write more posts. Please, please follow me. I love you all.

Have a lovely evening.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Lady GaGa has no nutritional value

Hey blog readers. How are you all? I'm good. This week hasn't been that bad because it is homecoming week, so I don't think it has been that academically rigorous. Right now I'm listening to Lady GaGa, this has been a Lady GaGa week which means this weekend I will make myself listen to some actual quality music... I do not think she is talented but I think her music is some nice enjoyable fluff. Lady GaGa is like empty calories, enjoyable to ingest, but once eaten, there is absolutely no nutritional value. Wouldn't it be cool to be Lady GaGa for Halloween? I think her style is so bizarre but so fascinating...

You know what I love? Showers. I love being clean. Mmmmm, it feels so good. Whenever life gets tough, I guarantee you will feel much better if you take a shower. I love that clean feeling, all the dirt and worries and stress can just wash down the drain. Literally. And metaphorically.

This week I have been catching up on a few too many TV shows that I don't have "time" to watch during the actual release day. I have been watching so many guilty pleasure shows, it is almost embarrassing. Actually it is embarassing. This week I have watched the new: 90210, Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty (from last week), Americas Next Top Model, The Hills, and the City. I usually detest reality shows (although I do admit, I have been known to watch a few when there is nothing else on TV) but the Hills and the City aren't really those annoying reality shows. The Hills might be scripted. I think it is. So it is basically watching "reality" stars who have scripts but won't admit that their lives are being directed by MTV. And then the City, which I like a lot more right now is all about the New York fashion world and Whitney's career, which I find really interesting. Makes me want to move to New York so badly. Looks so glamorous. Although I don't think I would be that fortunate. I would probably find some sort of cockroach infested apartment because of my lack of money. Yuck.

Add that up and that is about 5 hours of television total. Wow, I waste a lot of time. You know what I was thinking today? Wouldn't it be so cool to be a writer for these television shows? I mean, it must be almost impossible to get to a job like that, but that would be so incredible to write a script and then have it actually produced so quickly. It would be like magic. Can you go to college for television? I guess you can. I mean I've never really tried writing scripts, so I might be godawful at it, but it sounds so fun. Something to think about... A type of creative writing, I guess.

I should probably get back to work. 5 hours of TV this week + no motivation=not good. That is the lesson of the week.

Have a good night, everyone. Get some sleep. I should get some sleep, too.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Aviva's mind: What is that irritating light outside? Oh, it's the sun.

Hey blog readers. Sorry I haven't written in a few days, to be completely honest, there hasn't been that much to blog about. Today has been a major procrastination day and I really wish tomorrow could be the weekend. I need to sleep. In fact after this I will finish all my homework and try to go to bed as early as possible.

Is there anything entertaining to say? A few minutes ago, I felt like blasting music and dancing. So I did just that. I listened to, "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga (that woman creeps me out) and then I listened to, "Do you Remember?" by J. Sean! It was a good spur of the moment 5 minutes of my life dancing home alone. Fun!

Other than that, nothing really else to write. I need to start working. Sorry for this short, dull, blog post, but I just feel drained.

Talk to you later! My next post will be much more interesting, I promise.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.