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.

Compliments of the Chef and Punching Pedestrians

Hey blog readers. Long time, no talk. Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, this weekend has been hectic.

Today my cousin, Rachael, and my parents and I all went out to lunch at the Taste of India. My oh my, I love Indian food. I think I love it as much as Thai food which is saying quite a lot. I had actually never been to that restaurant and it definitely lived up to my high expectations. First of all, when we got there, they gave us free samosas. That is right, I said it: free. Any restaurant that gives free food practically at the door is a winner. They even said that famous line, the line that I only thought was ONLY said in movies. "Hot samosas, compliments of the chef." Compliments of the chef, how amazing is that? So we ordered a bunch of delicious curries and breads and different types of spicy dishes. And then they had chai tea. That is right, chai tea! Chai tea--as in my favorite beverage at Starbucks ever. And it was even better than Starbucks. Much sweeter and creamier and more delicious. And then we when we were all done with our food and I was beyond stuffed, they gave us more free food. The waiter said, "Mango cheesecake, compliments of the chef." More compliments? How many compliments can these people give? Cheesecake happens to be my top 3 favorite desserts ever. Yeah, talking about this is making my mouth water. Yum. I didn't even eat dinner because I was so full from lunch. That was how delicious it was. If you are ever in the area, go eat there. You won't regret it.

So right now it is 9:07 and I need to do a bit more homework. When is Thanksgiving? I am craving some pumpkin pie (a dessert that is also on the top three favorite desserts ever). And when is Winter Break? I want a break.

OH! I saw Whip It on Saturday night. It was so inspiring and amazing. Made me want to put on skates and punch pedestrians right then and there. Minus the punching pedestrians part. I mean, if I wasn't so scared of hurting myself, I would totally join a roller derby team. It looks so amazing, but quite intimidating. And I love Ellen Page. She is one of my new favorite actresses. She is so adorable. And funny. And Drew Barrymore was the director and had a miniature part, which I really enjoyed. Good movie.

Okay, I better go. Happy Sunday night. Tomorrow is Best of the Northwest Day at school and I actually am quite excited for it. I already have my outfit planned out and everything. It's probably what I would wear on a normal day if I weren't so embarassed by how ridiculous I would look. I'm wearing white socks with sandals, possibly hiking shorts, an Obama t-shirt and a fleece vest. Put that all together and you get one hot, attractive outfit. Wipe that drool of adoration off your face, readers. You don't have to imagine, you can see the real deal tomorrow morning.

Good bye, everyone!

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Jesse Madwed, you're my hero

Hey blog readers. It is Friday, so I am in an extra cheerful mood. Enjoy the blog title? Jesse wanted to be included in this post, so I decided to dedicate my title to him. So as I listen to Demi Lovato on YouTube (hey! she can actually sing, which is saying a lot more than for most Disney stars), I will tell you all about my day.

So this paragraph will officially be dedicated to Jesse Madwed. Okay get ready blog readers, you are in for a treat. ;-) :

Okay, well Jesse Madwed is a funny boy. I went to Israel with him and realized how hilarious he is. He is Jewish which is amazing and we I am working with him at practicing his sincerity. He is getting better. You are making progress, Jesse, you are. Practice makes perfect. He just joined religious school which is pretty cool and his last name makes me giggle. Mad + Wed=Leah and I have decided that means he will be angry when he gets married. Because we are just so punny like that.

Well since it was Friday, I was soo excited to get out of there! The highlights was definitely Japanese class. Okay, guys. I am officially going to homecoming. I know, I know. Most people have heard countless rants about how I wasn't going because I will not go to things just because they are "high school." So I am officially saying goodbye to my possible alternative new lifestyle in which I would paint my nails black and wear those strange, ugly fishnet arm glove-things.

He asked me in a really cute way.

Ms. Brown said that we had a pop quiz, and as most people know I absolutely detest all sorts of tests. She told us that we weren't allowed to look at the tests until she told us. So I flipped my pop quiz over and it said, "Homecoming?" in big black letters. Connor popped out of the closet and I was actually really surprised. I said yes. It was definitely a cute and creative invitation and I actually feel like a teenager. Weird, huh? Haha, and then we actually had a pop quiz and everyone did quite poorly. Oh the irony. And then Sam asked Jenny. Awww.

That is basically all to report. I have the PSAT tomorrow morning at 8am, so not okay with me. I fucking hate standardized tests.

I am going to go watch TV in bed, because I do not feel like working...

Goodnight!

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Shit, the opera ain't that bad

Hello bloggers. Sorry I didn't have time to post anything yesterday, I was sooo busy. Let me tell you about yesterday, which was quite fun.

Mmkay, so school was same old, same old.

Then I had an orthodontist appointment in which various tools were stuck in my mouth to make myself look as unattractive as possible, while they took pictures of my teeth. Oh, I am so getting a modeling contract with those. Not. I'd never really realized how awkward going to the dentist is. Various people stick their fingers in your mouth as you gag and attempt at small talk. And when talking with tools in your mouth fails, there is absolutely nothing to do. I count the ceiling tiles... And when they are peering down into your mouth, I don't know how much eye contact to give. Do you look into their eyes? No, that'd be creepy. Do you look off into the distance? That is what I do. Although the dentist's son who is also his assistant has really beautiful, gray eyes. Just saying... I want gray eyes. Wouldn't that be cool? So yeah, I'm almost done going there. Thank goodness...

Then our whole grade went to the opera in the evening. It was a mandatory event and I glared at all the people who said that they thought going to the opera was stupid and they were going to get out of it. At our school we get so many opportunities, and especially free, awesome opportunities, everyone should take. Going to the opera was like our school handing each of us 100 dollars. Don't complain.

So actually, let me confess. I thought I was sort of going to hate the opera. I get distracted extremely easily and have a low attention span, so I thought this event wasn't going to be for me. But I was surprised, I really actually enjoyed it. The opera was La Traviata and it was in Italian with a little screen above the stage with English subtitles. Thank god. It was like watching a soap opera except they sang in that amazing opera singing way. La Traviata is the same story as Moulin Rouge, so I already knew that Violetta was going to die in the end (Sorry, that was a spoiler alert). The first act reminded me a bit of Hannah Montana because of the English subtitles. I am sure in Italian, the dialogue and lyrics are much more beautiful but in English the first 20 minutes or so sounded like this,

"Life is a party and all I want is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Let's drink and have a party." Okay, okay. Maybe those aren't Hannah Montana lyrics, but they made me giggle. Because I'm so mature. But anyway, I've decided that I am going to join Opera Club and start going to the Opera more regularly. How could Aviva become MORE worldly? Oh, she can, she can. :-)

So right now, as I try to make myself forget about my large pile of homework, it is nice to have a blog where I can gather all my thoughts. As I continue to write everydayish, it becomes easier and easier for me to think of what to write. It's sort of like some sort of therapy session. I really really like writing. I hope you followers are enjoying reading as well...

Side-note: As I was about to click publish post, I spilled some tomato sauce all over my shirt. Oh, I a clumsy one.

I should probably stop though, that pile of homework isn't going to vanish. I wish.

Oh and shout-out to: Sammy! Oh, I hope I'm in yoga too!

Everyone have a lovely evening.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Explosions of stress ending in hysterical laughter

Hey there blog readers. I need to sleep desperately. Instead I am procrastinating. Nothing much is new.

Let's see. So after I read Kayla's blog (If you don't follow it, you should. She is so funny). Anyway, in her blog it talked about the Stranger and I was intrigued by this weekly publication (weekly? monthly?). So while my mom and I were driving home from school, I made her pull to the curb and I ran to the Stranger news stand next to the Wallingford Starbucks. It was free. I love free things. : - ) I haven't had a chance to read it yet because I am too exhausted but I flipped to the back page and there is this section of the Stranger called, "I Saw U." It is sooo cute. People write little statements about girls or guys they saw at the bookshop or the coffee store that they were too intimidated to talk to.

Here is a cute example, "Title: Red hair at the century. Wednesday... Swing night at the Century (Aviva side note: Apparently you can just dance for a few hours at Century Ballroom weekly or monthly. That sounds fun!). You have long, slightly curly red hair and an amazing smile. I have a brown beard and was wearing a grey, English driver. (side note from Aviva: what is an English driver? A hate? Pants? What?) You left early. Two dances wasn't enough. When: Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Where: Century Ballroom. You: Woman. Me: Man. Minus the facial hair part, I think this is pretty cute. Unless this is just a "booty call," this is cute. Oh, I hope it is not. But I am going to make myself believe he was interested in her and all he wants is a nice, dinner date.

What would you blog readers do if you were reading the Stranger and a description of yourself was posted in the "I Saw U." section??!

It might look like this: Aviva picks up a copy of the stranger and flips to the back section, "I Saw U." She reads, "Chai Latte Girl at Starbucks. I saw you order a chai latte from Starbucks the other day but was too intimidated to talk to you because of you're beauty and amazing smile. Maybe I can buy you a chai latte some time next week? Who knows what could happen..." Aviva doesn't know to be flattered, scared, or creeped out. Does the ellipsis mean a booty call (Note: Aviva hates the term, "booty call")? Or does he just want to have a chai latte with her? Should she file a restraining order or call the police? Or should she accept a free chai latte? Could this man be a 50 year old creeper or a hot college guy? Aviva doesn't know what to think, so she recycles the Stranger and gets on with her too high pile of homework that she has yet to finish.

No idea why I just talked in third person.

So I really should be studying. Today was bad. Too much stress. Too much work. Too much to handle. I am excited to read the rest of the Stranger. Except the theme is: Seattle Porn Festival. Sounds interesting... Oh gotta love this hippie city.

Goodnight blog readers. Have a splendid evening.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

"I could ride across the sky in a bicycle built for two."

Hey bloggers. This is my official form of procrastination for today. I am currently listening to this really cute song by Alex Day. I was surfing youtube one day and I found this song. It's really cute. And he is British. Enough said.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2o5_WPB0d_4

Anyway, today was not that great. It was one of those days where all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and wake up in a week. The day did go quite quickly though, which was nice. Now I have hours of biology studying to do. This is not good. Ughh.

My hands are freezing right now. Actually my house is freezing right now. So it is difficult to type because my hands feel numb. Brrr, it's getting quite winterish outside. That means. . . Hannukah and Christmas are coming up! Yayers.

Japanese class was pretty funny today though. The stress was practically tangible. People were literally full of stress (as they say in Japanese). We went over people's sentences and my sentences were butchered completely. I must have been really delusional yesterday because one of sentences was (in Japanese), "If my child's head is cold to the touch, then he is sick." Anyway, people laughed at me for a total of ten minutes and then everyone was letting the stress spill out and no one could control themselves. Then Ms. Brown changed my sentence to, "If my child's head is cold to the touch, then he is probably dead." How morbid!

Hmm. I better go. If you are reading this and you are not a follower, you should!

Have a lovely evening. Mine will not be. Brr I need to wear mittens, it is so cold.

You know it is a palindrome kind of world.

Short and sweet like apples and honey and Jewdians

Hey blog readers. This post is going to be short and sweet because I need to be studying for my geometry test which is on Wednesday. My oh my. Junior year is quite difficult. My advice if you are a sophomore, try to skip it and move onto senior year. Yep, that's my advice.

Okay, so I know my blog title doesn't really make sense. But it's supposed to show how tired I am, I feel a bit delusional and that was the first title I thought of. Anyway.

The first part of my day was alright. I went to Sunday school and worked as a teacher's assistant. I get paid for three hours to play with pre-kindergarten adorable little Jewish children. There is absolutely nothing to complain about. They are SO cute. They say the funniest things.

I was talking to the main teacher named Lauren and she was asking me about Junior year. This is how the conversation went:

Lauren: So how's Junior year?
Me: Awful. I have the PSAT next weekend and I absolutely hate standardized tests.
Little adorable Jewish child: HEY. You said hate. You aren't allowed to say hate. You can say, not like or it isn't fun but you aren't allowed to say the word, hate.
Me: Oh. I'm sorry. I don't have fun while I take standardized tests. Is that better?
Little adorable Jewish child: Yes.
*10 minutes later...*
Little adorable Jewish child: I HATE services.
Me: I thought you said we weren't allowed to say hate.
Little adorable Jewish child: That only applies to you.

Haha, I love the way little children's minds work. I can't remember when I used to think like that, but it's very refreshing and amusing to hear their little witty comments. So cute.

Hmm. What else? OH. I went to Nitika's dance performance with my parents and some U Prep friends. Nitika was so amazing. Nitika, if you are reading this, Jenny and I decided that you are going to become a Bollywood star. So amazing. Nitika was beautiful, glamorous and she is an amazing dancer. So jealous. Congrats, Nitika! I am so becoming a Jewdian.

Well, I should really stop blogging. I have to devote the next hour or so to Geometry. Yuck on a stick. Yuck yuck yuck.

Goodnight, everyone!

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

We are all changing all the time

Hey hey hey. Long time, no type. So I just got home from a hilarious, Jewish filled night. It all started with services and dancing in circles looking like idiots around the Torah. I've come to realize that it is much more fun to be the idiot than watch others be idiots. If that makes sense. It might not turn out well, but it is so much more fun.

But then I got to spend a few hours on Jenny's bed with Leah. I have realized that is how I have the most fun. Hanging out with friends, just talking and acting silly. I think so far, a lot of people forgot how to have fun, and this was an excellent reminder. As Jenny says, "I just like to chill." Same with me. Give me a bed. A few friends. And you get a good time with lots of laughter. That sounds so sexual but it's not meant to be. . . I like sitting on people's beds and talking about our futures and little anectodes and discussing personal things that don't make me feel so alone in the world. You don't have to have a huge party and get drunk and high and trash someone's house to have fun. You can just hang out.

A lot of hilarious seqences happened this evening which I am too tired to list out, but basically I love being Jewish. And I've also realized tonight that high school is not almost over, so I think I should make the best of it. And by making the best of it, I mean it is going to be fun. That is what I have decided.

I've also thought about homecoming this weekend. And I've decided I don't think I'm going. It's 25 dollars to waste an evening. I've never really been a dance-y person and I doubt this one will be any different. I don't enjoy freak dancing, there is no one I would really want to dance with, and it's just an expensive evening, in which I could be doing much better, more enjoyable things. Like watching Seinfeld reruns... Or working on my unwritten novel... Or going to a play or a movie or other cool things like that. . .That's what I've decided. We'll see what actually happens. But last year I ended up going to zip zero nada dances and it felt good not to sucumb to ridiculous high school expectations. High school is so ridiculous.

Another thing that I realized tonight is: there is nothing wrong with saying ridiculous/possibly stupid things. I mean I ask a lot of dumb questions because I don't filter myself. Jenny, Leah, and I have come to the conclusion that we are social martyrs. Entertainers, in a sense. If I'm confused, I tell people I'm confused. If I don't understand something, I ask them to please explain it to me. Sometimes I say the first thing that pops into my head and it sometimes comes out as ridiculous. But you know what? That's okay. There are only two more years of high school and I shouldn't care what people think. Because sadly (or not sadly), I will never see most of these people again. I will hopefully see the people I want to stay in touch with after high school. Hopefully.

In college, I can start all over again. Which sounds scary and appealing all at the same time. I won't be the same person in college as I am now. I feel like I'm a different person than even last month.

We are all changing all the time.


Good night, my friends.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Full of Stress

Hey there blog readers, long time no type.  Get it? Instead of long time, no talk..?  Oh boy, I'm getting tired.  It is currently 9:51 PM on a Friday night and instead of hanging out with friends or going underage clubbing, I'm about to write a history essay.  Fun, I know.  (And if you know me well at all, you probably know I wouldn't ever consider going underage clubbing)...  

Today was a pretty good day.  

Highlights: 

1.  made a necklace at Bead World, which didn't look like barf on a necklace, which is usually what I end up with when I attempt at making jewelry.  

2.  ate chocolate chip ice cream cake with friends (Oh, I love those delicious calories)

3.  watched 16 Candles for the first time (gotta love the 80's)

So yeah, not a totally bad day.  This is good news.  

Here is a little anecdote from my day.  So my mom and I were driving Claire B. home because we are neighborhood buddies and this middle aged man on a motorcycle tapped on our window.  We rolled down the windows and he accused us of almost hitting a pedestrian on the street.  I swear to you that none of us saw a pedestrian, so the man must have been lying or something.  He then accused my mom that she was drinking (which she SO was not) and kept screaming at us continuously for like 5 minutes.  How rude.  Then he told us not to do drugs.  What the hell?  We just ended up driving away but it was definitely startling for someone to just pick a fight unannounced.  I think some people are just angry and will do anything to pick a fight.  It's sort of pathetic and lame.  Just saying.  That was some road rage right there.  If this situation had been in driver's ed, I'm sure Ross (my driver's ed teacher who is amazing) would have said to just drive away and do not take part in the disagreement.  So if you ever see a man with facial hair on a motorcycle, don't roll down your window.  That's my advice of the day.  

Okay, I better go continue homework.  This is a lovely evening.  Not.  Tomorrow night is Simchat Torah which is this really fun Jewish holiday and I'm excited for that.  Yay.  

Have a good night, readers.  

You know it's a palindrome kind of world. 

Futuristic Plane Rides, Tater Tots, and Coach purses

Hello blog readers. How are you today? I'm alright. Tomorrow is Thursday, which would normally be depressing but (drumroll, please) I don't have school on Friday, so tomorrow is my Friday. Thank god tomorrow is Thursday! That would be TGIT. Hahaha. Although this weekend will be awful because of all the tests and quizzes I have next week. So I am not necessarily looking forward to the weekend anyway.

I was going to write a blog post like 10 or 12 minutes ago but my mom summoned me to the computer. Apparently she's going on a trip to L.A. to visit one of her good friends and she isn't taking me along. Thanks mom, thanks. I'll just get tan under this sun lamp on my desk. Screw the actual sun. Okay, that was a lie. I don't think I own a sun lamp and it definitely wouldn't be on my desk. Yeah, so she didn't know why the total bill of the plane ticket she was trying to buy was four times more than she thought it would be. Usually I can solve her easy computer problems. This is an average situation:

Mom: Aviva, why is this Obama youtube video so quiet?
Aviva: Is the sound on?
Mom: Oh Aviva, you are such a computer genius.
Aviva: I know Mom, I know.

But apparently the website was malfunctioning or something because I could not seem to figure out why the bill was so high. She's probably talking to some guy from Virgin Airlines right now.

Have you guys ever been on a Virgin airlines flight? Let me just say that it was probably the coolest plane trip I have ever been on. Sometime last year I went to visit my cousin, Rachael, in San Francisco and I went on a Virgin airlines flight. It. was. so. amazing. First of all, the flight attendants weren't the stereotypical bitchy, slutty (at times), rude flight attendants that I always had looked forward to (that was intended to be sarcastic guys). They were hip, cool, sweet, and hilarious. And instead of the boring, sometimes creepy in-flight safety video, there was a cartoon with many jokes that I actually found amusing. I may have even laughed out loud. What a surprise! The coolest part in my opinion was each passenger had a personal screen in front of them in which they could:

a) order food with their credit cards to eat during the flight
b) watch free tv shows
c) watch movies (unfortunately they were a bit expensive)
d) play games
e) shop online
f) and the coolest feature in my opinion: you could TEXT any passenger locating them by seat number. How futuristic is that??

So the moral of that little tale is, if you ever have the option, I highly reccomend using Virgin Airlines if you need to get somewhere by plane. Do it. You'll enjoy it, I promise.

So. . . Let's see. . . Anything else to report?

I got caught up on Gossip Girl last night and Hilary Duff and Tyra Banks guest starred. Tyra--well, I'll be blunt here, she can't act to save her life. But Hilary was her adorable, always the same cute self. And she's still really pretty. Ughh. Isn't it easy to resent beautiful people? Oh it is. It is.

I just ate some tater tots (with ketchup!!) and they were delicious. Do you remember Napolean Dynamite? Tater tots and that movie are related because I remember tater tots were a huge theme in that film. That is such a weird movie, my friends. So weird. I was apparently obsessed with that movie in middle school because everyone else liked it so much. I don't think I ever understood the actual humor. I was definitely a follower.

If you're still in middle school. First of all, I'm sorry. That hell hole will soon be over. Well high school is another hell hole, but I think it's a bit more bearable hell hole. At least socially. Second of all, don't be a follower. Be your own person and don't buy things just because you think they're cool. For example, I thought every girl had a Coach purse in seventh grade and I convinced myself that I would be a happier, more popular person if I, too, had in my possession a Coach purse. I received one for my Bat Mitzvah and let me say that they are just purses with large C's on them. No biggie. I was still the same person. My life was the same.

So anyway, I was watching that movie recently on tv and it was majorly depressing and not very funny or entertaining at all. In sixth grade, I practically wore a "Vote for Pedro" shirt everyday. I even wore it to one of the middle school dances. I was such a cool kid. . . And oh so fashionable.

Well I better go stop procrastinating. I'm really starting to like this blogging thing. It's quite fun. Maybe I'll get some more followers eventually? God, I feel like I'm beginning to sound like Voldemort. Followers sound like Death Eaters to me. Oh Harry Potter, will you marry me?

Anyway!

Good afternoon everyone. Ta. Ta.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.

Ketchup and Eggs

Hey there blog followers. How are you today? I'm fine. Well school is a bitch but other than that I'm swell, I suppose. What to talk about, what to talk about? Hmm. Okay.

So right now as I type, I'm sitting on my bed, hugging my favorite pillow. I just changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt which my guitar teacher gave me last Christmas. It feels so good to be in my pajamas, I wish I could live in a pajama colony. Or a nudist colony. Ha, except I don't know if I could get used to being naked all the time and I would have some difficulties having a conversation with someone if they were naked... I mean how distracting would that be?

Me: So how are you?
Nude person: I'm fine.
Me: (trying not to stare). Isn't the weather nice today?
Nude person: Yes, it is quite a hot day.
Me: (really really trying not to stare and debating how much eye contact to give). Please, just wrap a towel around yourself or something!


Well today I went to school. Same old. Same old. Let me think if anything exciting happened today... Many cheesy homecoming invites, none to me,--I wasn't surprised. Let me tell you the situation. My grade has aproximately 70 students which means about 35 are guys. Slim pickings, eh? I mean I find it quite shocking that anyone even dates at our school. I mean what are the chances of finding someone at such a small school? The guy situation must be better in college. I am definitely going to a coed school. That is a must. An all girls college? Hahahahah, no.

Exciting tidbit of the day: For dinner instead of having the dinner from last night (so tired of leftovers, yuck cold soup), I decided to have two scrambled eggs practically coated with ketchup. This may sound bizarre or even disgusting to some, but to me ketchup tastes amazing. I dip almost anything edible in ketchup. Even carrots! Don't worry, I'm not as crazy as Miley Cyrus who apparently drinks ketchup as a nice mid-afternoon snack. Yum. Not.

Song of the day: Can't Find the Words by Karina. I was looking at all the free songs that I received through Itunes and this popped up. It's actually quite catchy. I really like it--it's the kind of song that just makes me feel happy. Which I like. Take a listen. Oh and I am still obsessed with the band, Throw me The Statue. I need someone to burn me their cd. I love those songs and they are Seattleites which makes them even more amazing.

Okay, so let me tell you guys about my evening. It was the first night of religious school aka Tuesday school. It was nice seeing some people, although I didn't get the chance to say hello to everyone I would have liked. Let me tell you this blog readers, Jews are OBSESSED with mixers. I think it has something to do with their obsession with Jews marrying eachother and keeping our religion alive... I had never heard of this specific mixer though.

This is how it went down: So each teen had 3 different 1000 dollar bills (fake of course). A different rabbi was on each dollar bill. They were pretty cute. So you could either challenge an opponent to a game of thumb wrestling, a flip of a coin, or rock, paper, scissors. Also each of us to begin with had 3 lollipops and if we referred to ourselves as, "I," then we had to give our lollipop to the person you were playing against. I ended up saying many things like, "Aviva would like to challenge you to a thumb wrestle." It feels so weird to talk in third person, but it is fun. It was quite a complicated mixer. Sort of like speed dating. I'm not engaged yet! Haha... So that was interesting. I lost my money after like 3 minutes of playing which was a bit disappointing. Oh well. I ended up with one lollipop at the end, so it was all worthwhile.

Then we heard about each elective that was offered. These were my choices (in order of what I want):

1. Yoga (2 hours of medidating on the floor. Enough said.)
2. Food (Aviva + food=happy evening)
3. Discussions (could be okay but I am so tired on Tuesday evenings)
4. Movie making class (Would be awesome but I'm not the best in front of the camera. It makes me self concious.)

I hope I get yoga. That sounds splendid.

Well I better go study some geometry. I have a test on Thursday. Our last unit was triangles and before that it was parallel lines. Don't I sound like I'm in preschool? If only my high school brain could handle it... Geometry is not fun. I miss algebra. Actually I can't miss math.

Good night and good luck!

It's a Palindrome Kind of World.

Yeah, I'm a follower

I guess I should start out by saying, I mean err typing, "Hello." Because the thing is, a blog is never said, it is only read. Weird, huh? I've never had a blog before, so please cut me some slack.

Well actually in middle school I wrote in a blog with my best friend and we'd write letters back and forth. It would be kind of cute except for the fact that when I recently looked at what I'd written all those years back, I sounded absolutely ridiculous. I wrote things such as, "Today I went shopping for a bikini from Victoria's Secret. It was uber shexy." Or, "Today was boring. I did homework and went to bed." Though I'd like to believe my life is much more interesting now, I'll make sure not to write things like that. Perhaps sometime I'll show you guys a post from my seventh grade self. Now that would be entertaining. I don't know how I could have taken myself seriously in middle school. Actually, I doubt that I ever have taken myself completely seriously. And it's a bit hard to not laugh at myself when I used "uber" and "shexy" in the same sentence.

Anyway, I guess I'd like to formally introduce myself. My name is Aviva (my name is a palindrome aka it is spelled the same backwards and forwards). I would like to use this blog so write down any musings, thoughts or random things to report to the web. Perhaps this will be chosen for a tv series and I will get famous, make millions of dollars, and retire early. Probably not, although there's nothing wrong with dreaming. I enjoy writing, hanging out with friends (have you ever heard of someone saying they didn't like hanging out with friends? Not original, I know), the smell of old books, jumping on bubble wrap, and many other random activities. I hate grammar, math, pompous people, and oh yeah, olives.

Okay, okay. Enough with introductions. Let the blogging begin!

So today was alright, I guess for a Monday at least. Let me start out by saying, Junior year in high school is awful. I didn't believe any of the Juniors last year. They'd say things like, 'I considered jumping off a bridge during Junior year, but my GPA would be go down if I had.' and 'Biology is godawful. You'll never survive it.' And that my friends is why you should enjoy what you already have because it's just going to get worse (in high school at least). Also, this year I've probably heard the word, "college" uttered at least 1000 times and probably the phrase, "standardized tests" at least 500 times. I wish I could just fast forward my life and jump into college, with parties and football games and umm college boys and school spirit. Yes, that sounds nice. High school is not really a party.

Right now I should be studying, but you know what? My creative outlet needs to be released and this just sounds more fun. Procrastination and I are continous, love-hate-love relationship. Procrastination always wants to get together and I usually can't resist.

Also, people are obsessed with homecoming. I don't understand dances, I just don't understand them at least in the 21st century. Why should I waste 25 dollars putting myself in a situation where I'm stuck on a boat in a way too revealing dress with painful heels while I watch other hormonal teenagers rub against eachother to loud, vulgar rap music? No thanks. But then again, I guess if there were people I wanted to rub against, perhaps it would be more worthwhile. Sigh.


Have a marvelous day (evening). I'm tired, time for bed!

You know it's a palindrome kind of world. (I know that doesn't really make sense).