My Place

It's the last day of April. I liked April. I'll miss April.
And with that said...HELLO MONTH OF MAY! :D In Spanish class, we're celebratig Cinco de Mayo on May sixth. Go figure.
This means that there are only about seven weeks left of school until summer holiday! My heart is going doki-doki just thinking about it!
I've decided to try my hand at bento box lunch making. I always wanted to make them, but I never found the time or equipment. After thought and research, I found that just using some Tupperware works just as well as buying a bento box. Plus, Tupperware is washable! :D
For me, today was just one of those days where you wake up crabby and end up yelling at everyone (and feeling guilty about it later). As much as I'd love to rant, I'm short on time, so I'll just type up my latest poem.

There is a special place only for me,
hidden from the world, standing in the mist.
My secret hideaway which no soul can see,
Vast and green, its valley spreads out wide,
my hideout's rivers sparkling like liquid sapphire,
there are tall strong trees with birds inside.
My hidden place is private, I can stay there to think,
I run through the white sand carelessly,
From the forest berries I feast and the clean water I drink.
My little piece of heaven shines high,
with a beautiful sun, a motherly moon,
and bright white clouds in an endless summer sky.
I can't remember how I found this land at all,
the lush landscape is always cloaked,
yet I have come to this valley since I was quite small.
I cannot tell nor can I show,
anyone of this miniature Eden,
For if I do, tragic events shall fall as you could never know.
Anyone can come to my hidden place,
they only need believe,
faith must be hard this days, for no other soul hath shown his face.
This land carries a magic spell,
it gives you the power to understand,
but I cannot express what lessons I learned,
in language, words do not always tell.
Should you wish to visit, you need complete a deed,
you must plant goodness in your fellow man,
a great tree of kindness sprouts from one seed.
So as I lay in the grassy flat,
I wonder who else dwelled here,
this paradise may be the spot where wise old Solomon sat.
But this land is mine, for myself alone,
I come here often, I claimed it as my territory,
this vibrant scenery has become my home.
Should you pass through, do not be scared,
this place of beauty can be shared,
you need only be prepared.

Zombies, Bagels, and Moonflowers

What's Playing In My Ear:"Unwell"-Matchbox 20
There is nothing more satisfying than eating chametz after a whole week of matzah. I swear, I have never been so happy to eat a bagel in my life.
I love the fact that everyone who went to prom is essentially brain dead today. The school is full of walking zombies, a couple of my friends included. Makes me feel even better about not going. Next year I plan on going to prom with my friends if there isn't a Jewish holiday in the way.
For English class I had to read "Catch-22" by Joseph Heller. On Friday, I was on page 87 of 463. By Sunday, I had finished the entire thing. That's right. I read 376 pages in a timespan of about two and a half days, which is an accomplishment considering that the book has no plot/storyline or chronological order. Take THAT, organized education!
Mum has the brilliant idea of sending me to spend my summer at an all-girl's Chabad camp in Panama. She wants me to practice my Spanish instead of spending my summer with the family back in Vikingland/Denmark. That is one idea I actually agree with. Mum's going there in a couple of weeks or so, which means we're not obligated to see them for another three years or so. Plus, my uncle canceled his trip to come here with my little cousins, whom I cannot stand. Pretty sweet deal, huh?
Our tulips finally decided to come up, which means Mum will go on another planting spree. She said something about me digging up flower beds. T_T I want to plant some moonflowers because they are just made of awesome: gigantic petals, "magical properties", vine-like behavior, what's not to love?
Meh, not much more to jabber about. I'm off to work on that white collar crime project for Business Law

Matzah Madness

What's Playing In My Ear:"Triple Dreams"-SeraMyu
Funny how time flies by when you're watching people get drunk at the seder...
A lot of funny stuff has happened since I posted: I got stabbed in the arm with a fork (and bled), got my first B+ instead of an A in Spanish, watched the sun rise backwards, accidentally answered my teacher in Swedish, sneezed out lemonade, and got my matzah stolen from me at lunch. Oye peoples...GET YOUR OWN MATZAH, THIS SHEET'S MINE BITCHES! >:o
Ugh, I can't wait for summer...
Well, spending four days straight with my family made me realize how crazy they really are. How many of YOUR relatives tell you that putting a fish skeleton under your pillow is lucky? I can't remember a minute during the entire holiday that my brothers weren't fighting with each other or trying to fight with me. As insane as they might be, they make me look normal, so I love 'em. :D Gotta love the holidays...
Geez, you miss ONE day of school and end up super-behind! I have to catch up on like 30 pages of reading in history, 6 workbook pages in Spanish, a science lab, a math test, a vocabulary test, and my isearch paper. The paper has been driving me crazy, I didn't think ahead when I set my deadlines and now I'm scrambling to finish. >_> I hate school.
The only thing I hate about Passover is the lack of edibles. I usually find stuff to snack on, but this year we've cut on the goodies. T_T It's my parent's secret way of making me diet... DIET IS 'DIE' WITH A 'T' AT THE END! I'M NOT FAT!
...am I?

Sweet Sixteen

What's Playing In My Ear:"Dance, Dance"-Fall Out Boy
Birthdays rock.
Period.
My friend called me at 6-ish in the AM, I got a kung-fu card from my cousin, had awesome birthday balloons, and found out that I don't have a twin.
I love turning sixteen.
Except when you have a test on volcanic activity on the same day that you were too busy to study for. Oh well, to heck with Earth Science.
I decided that for my birthday I would straighten my hair, put in my contacts, and brush on a bit of makeup, but I did not think that people would have trouble recognizing me. I waved to a group of my friends in the hall, and they had no clue who I was. Geez, am I THAT ugly on a daily basis?
After school, Mum and Dad took me for Japanese birthday lunch. Tempura, sushi, udon soup, mochi.... I was in heaven. Mum and I spent the rest of the day at the mall shopping. She wanted me to pick something out for my birthday, but fashion these days is just horrifying. It's as if the fashion designers want you to look like you dressed in the dark. These clothes would make a blind gay man go "Oh, dear CHRIST!" I still had fun with Mum anyways, we don't spend nearly enough time together.
Since my secular birthday was a half day, I brought in treats today for my Judaic birthday. I figured out how to bake cookies without harming anyone in the process, so I brought some of those for everybody. Erin brought me awesome balloons, and I went through the whole day on cloud nine. :D
Turning sixteen is überly-awesome

Fight Song

Always being your same old self is good.
It's also a better thing to not ask, "Why?"
Will you restart from there again?
This is the thing that really suits you the most.

A person is a person, and you are yourself.
If you try and compare to something else, then you will lose.
In ourselves we have the strength to never lose,
So no matter what type of wall it is, we will break through.

Occasionally, it's good to cry.
And it's okay for people to see your weak spot too.
But, don't get stuck there!
You can still do it, go for that dream you had before.

No matter how many words you say,
Only one word can be the best of all.
The first thing to do is step forward for yourself,
"Do your best" Even being that type of cheap guy is okay.

Even now, you might be worried about something,
Because it might be something that has been dented.
But, somewhere in the future with you,
We can laugh in agreement, we can make that path.

No matter how many words you say,
Only one word can be the best of all.
Come out from under that high place and continue up that slope.

Even now, you might be worried about something,
Because it might be something that has been dented.
After finally taking one step, you could start to walk again, couldn't you?
"Do your best" You see, it's really a suitable reason.

For The Love of...Grass?....

What's Playing in My Ear: "Nine In The Afternoon"-Panic at the Disco

You know what is bothering me at the moment? It really annoys the heck out of me, even though it's a completely random and pointless topic. Panic at the Disco got rid of the exclamation point after "Panic." What's up with that? MAKE UP YOUR MIND PEOPLE! IS THERE AN IDENTITY CRISIS WITHIN YOUR RANKS?
Back to my scheduled rant...
This weekend, the snow FINALLY melted completely! I have never in my life been so happy to see grass. It's a lot like the time we were on that ferry in Sweden, and, well....you can imagine the rest.
It was nice to finally open the windows and go outside again! I wanted to go on a bike ride because the weather was so nice, but I ended up getting nabbed for a babysitting job instead. I babysat for a three-year old girl, twin two year-old boys, and a 1 year-old girl ALL AT ONCE. My head is still recovering from the pain. At least they paid well. The things I do for cash...
Everyone's all abuzz about prom here nowadays. I got asked by a couple of guys, but I don't want to go to prom this year. It's not a sophomore dance, and I would feel out of place. Plus, prom ain't cheap; between the dress, the tickets, and the side costs, it's insane. I'll go next year with my friends, that seems like much more fun.
I still have no clue what I'm doing this summer, but going to Denmark isn't an option at this point. As much as I love going back, there are to many issues at the moment that conflict with the idea. There's really nothing left for me there except problems that I cannot solve.
We took a disorders test in psychology today, and apparently I suffer from both narcissism and low self-esteem. How the hell does that work? Even my teacher was baffled....stupid falsified internet test.
Ugh, my feet are both asleep. I forgot how much something as stupid as sleeping limbs can hurt. I'm going to go take advantage of the nice weather and take a walk.