Prayer of the Lost

There is nobody who talks about the light of that star in faraway places.
All of our prayers and all of our thoughts...
A simple melody.
Even if we try to place our wish in the sky with a lunar eclipse,
The incessant rain tore it apart.
A simple melody.

Carry our dreams, unknown butterfly!
Carry our love to a yet unfulfilled native land.
Oh, our butterfly, merely gazing into the wind.
Oh, again tonight, it will be a long night for your wings which cannot fly.
A simple melody,
A simple melody.

There is nobody who talks about the days of yore on this island.
All of our prayers and all of our anger...
A simple melody.
We tried to put our wish on a silver-colored ship,
The incessant sea tore it apart.
A simple melody.

Carry our dreams, unknown god!
Carry our love to a yet unfulfilled native land.
Oh, our people, merely staring into the wind.
Oh, again tonight, it will be a long night for the trapped souls.
A simple melody,
A simple melody.

Frustration at Friends

What's Playing in My Ear:"Feel So Faraway"-Seramyu
I completely forgot how hard it is to make a misanga with yarn. I usually use thread, but I ran out and only had this yarn. Geez, my fingers hurt now. In case you're wondering, a misanga is kind of like a friendship bracelet, and it is quite popular in Brazil and Japan. Look it up. I make them every year around this time for no particular reason. :D
Is it just me, or are all my friends asking each other out? You don't ask out your friends. That's why they are FRIENDS and not DATING POTENTIAL. Ew.
Okay, so yesterday we took a field trip to the police academy and court house. (I know what you're thinking, "high school field trips?" Yes. My life is awesome like that.) We got to sit in on all these cool cases and see police training. It was so worth missing hours 1-6.
I'm going to NCSY tomorrow night. I originally did not plan on going because none of my other friends were going, but one friend who I don't see very often said that she was going and wanted me to come. Naturally, I said I'd sign up to spend some time with her because nobody else I knew was going. That was two weeks ago. I get a phone call from my friend three days before the convention saying that she decided not to go. I'm already signed up, and I'm thinking "WHAT THE FUCK? I SIGN UP BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING, AND NOW YOU'RE STANDING ME UP? COME ON!"
I hate it when your friends ditch you.
So now I'm going to a convention where I don't know anybody. This hasn't happened since I was in fifth grade.
Shoot me. Please.
I'm off to go pack.

Love on the Tree-Lined Street

At the tree-lined street with young spring leaves
When I first saw that person
Something rang within my heart
Without thinking or moving, I watched him leave

During the summer that glowed with gold
He showed off his prefect somersault for me
At the tree-lined street of memories
We gazed at each other as the autumn days drifted by

But still, that person
Did not say a word to me
Even though I loved him so
More than my heart can express in words
He left me silently
My first love

Whirlpools, Freud, and Typing

What's Playing In My Ear:"Shining!"-Chieco Kawabe

Apparently, I need to stop typing with the two-finger system. First dad comments on it, then my business law teacher, and now my friend. It's not my fault I never had time in my schedule for keyboarding class! I got a program for learning proper typing for a holiday gift a few years back, but I never quite liked typing with both hands, it was too hard and too slow. GAWD.
Since mum is away, I have been busier than ever, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the monsters I call my little siblings. Being mommy is no fun. X_X
Good news is: I got signed up for the NCSY convention. Bad news is: Dad said that I cannot attend unless I clean my room. Thanks for treating my like a 10-year old, Pops. >_>
The whole later-nighter deal that I went through earlier in the weak is starting to kick in. I fell asleep in Psychology yesterday, but it's okay because it was a stupid boring PBS video about Freud, and FREUD WAS COMPLETELY OUT OF HIS NOODLE. I justify my falling asleep to that. :D
I had the weirdest dream last night: I was on a rock in the middle of an endless ocean, and the ocean had whirlpools on every part, so if you touched it, you would be dead meat. I saw my dad standing on a rock a few feet away, telling me to jump to his rock. I try to to jump, and as I fall into the water, I wake screaming. I have never been so scared before, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It all felt so real and somehow I couldn't tell it was merely a dream. Maybe it means I need more sleep. Maybe Freud is taking revenge on me for not watching the video about his crazy theories.
Eye Dee Kay. :D

Missing Mama

Erik: Ling Ling, you're a panda.
Me: I am not a panda, pandas are fat.
Erik: Okay, you're a skinny panda.
...and that's how my mornings start. Third hour business law: gotta love it!
I actually finished that gigantic iSearch paper, but I sacrificed my sleep and sanity for it. The things I will do for a good grade....
Mum arrived in Denmark alright this morning, which means that I am the new offical chef/babysitter/maid for a while. I hope she did not expect to come home to find the house as she left it. X_x I miss mama.
Considering I have nothing much to say, and my little brother is nagging me for the computer, I will go do some laundry...

Nightmare Dance

A sweet fragrance is being sown in sleep.
The color of strong poison is vivid.
Going astray, it forgets that it cannot escape.
The inner dream is sending pheromones,
showing the raise of a nightmare.

Transformations of dreams and crisis are unrestricted.
Coming and going,
They print our past and future.
Seeking and looking,
They see a person's heart: manipulated and bound.

A sweet fragrance is being sown in sleep.
The impression of bad poison is firm.
In addition to wanting a one-time failure,
it becomes the remain of stamen.
Filling up with pheromones,
showing the raise of a nightmare.

Nightmare
Nightmare
Nightmare...

Mother's Day and Mucho Problems (RANT TIME!)

What's Playing In My Ear: "Time Machine" by The Click Five
I'm finding out the inevitable truth: school sucks.
I spent a month working on a my iSearch paper just to find that I have to redo the entire thing from the beginning. Oh, and did I mention that I only have about a day to do it?
Someone shoot me. Please.
Other than that, this weekend was spent with grandma and mum, putting up with their "fascinating" commentary on why I'm not girly enough and need to be more feminine.
Grandma: Sweetheart, you have a boy's figure.
Me: Grandma, DID YOU NOT SEE THE BOOBS?
Mom: But you dress like a 17 year-old boy when you're a 16 year-old girl!
Me: ...and?
Mom and Grandma: STOP IT! WE DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE A Y-CHROMOSOMED CAVEMAN!
Thanks guys. I like Grey's Anatomy, isn't that girly enough for you? Puh-leeeeaze.
At least I have the NCSY convention to look forward to next week, although I feel guilty that the only convention I ever have time for is the last one. >_> I can't wait to see all my peeps, though!
I haven't added anything to my novel in three months. THREE WHOLE EFFING MONTHS! Not a page, not a paragraph, not even a word! That's a long time to go without writing anything. The problem is a lack of time, a lack of interest, a lack of inspiration, or a combination of the three.
Oh, and I accidentally wrote my entire Earth Science Lab in Danish/Spanish/Hebrew, which means I am not getting sufficient sleep. Gosh darnit.
Can't I do anything correctly anymore?
Where be my time machine? I'm going back to where everything made sense in my life.

Eyes For The Moon

We make quarreling voices, once again I mumble in the night
I've lost my singing voice, I'm fading away

Demons from the reverse side of kindness are beckoning me
I didn't have a single intention of hurting you

On this street corner I can't get used to
I crouched at my tears' whereabouts

I held up in my arms a mirage of
A face suited to smile
For no reason, I felt I could protect you
Back then

EYES FOR THE MOON

From here I'm walking all alone
We can't be together anymore
I can't wait for tomorrow

Now I know they won't come true
These illusions people named dreams

What I broke must've been our memories and your heart...
If I could turn back the clock needle just a little
Was I beside you..

The noise of the night disgraces me
Your sweet voice
The guardrail, a sight in this town, Ah just once more
I want to see you I want to see you

I'm enchanted by this mirage
Pretending to be blind to these wounds
I have to forget, I can't forget, I wish

I held up in my arms a mirage of
A face suited to smile
For no reason, I felt I could protect you
Back then

EYES FOR THE MOON

New Colors

Another flower petal gets torn off again,
Because I don't have the power to stop the wind,
It floats to the opposite bank where you broke down in tears
As my only farewell gift
It's alright if you forget the promise we made that day

I walk a single step past this love
Why is everything tore off like this
A trail of stardust streams down again
Because I don't have the power to stop time
Don't lift up prayers, only one will do
It's alright if you wish for your own happiness

I allowed a pain of the same color
I blame it on mistakes of a different color
A light of that same color burns
Hiding a door of another color

Now, for your sake, a faded flower falls down
Now, for your sake, a faded star falls down
In that dream, good night

One more spoon in this unfillable love
Why does everything drive me mad like this
I feel a squall coming down on me on the streetcorner
Because there's no umbrella to protect from wounds
Don't look for ways out, only one will do
It's alright if you search for your own happiness

I engrave with a rhythm of the same color
I erase footsteps of a different color
I draw a scenery of that same color
And locked up a season of another color

Now, for your sake, a faded night comes to an end
Now, for your sake, a morning of a new color will come
In that dream, good night

SWEET DREAMS, BABY
SWEET DREAMS, BABY

If someday we meet again somewhere
Would we start over? Is there a place to continue from?
We outdistanced the times we couldn't reset
Don't cry, kindness and weaknesses are not the same thing

I allowed a pain of the same color
I blame it on mistakes of a different color
A light of that same color burns
Hiding a door of another color

Now, for your sake, a flower of a new color blooms
Now, for your sake, a star of a new color falls down
In that dream, good night
SWEET DREAMS, BABY
SWEET DREAMS, BABY

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.

Vacation Smells Like Hamantaschen

What's Playing in My Ear: "Happiness"-Arashi
VACATION RULES. PERIOD.
I get to sleep in, stay up late, bake whenever I want, and write to my heart's desire....right?
WRONG.
I get to clean and organize the pantry, write my i-Search, clean my room, fix the dressers, and put up with dear old mum and dad for a whole week straight.
Fabulous.
Well, at least Purim was awesome. Jonas Brothers costumes were the best ones I've ever made yet. One of my more brilliant ideas, if I do say so myself. (Except for the part where every pre-teen and, even teenage, girl in the shul commenced to chase us down for pictures.) Not one of my more brilliant ideas.
Well, it was fun nonetheless, my brother was home, I spent some time with the community, I made fun of my least favorite boy band, hung out with old friends, and I got to eat triangular pastries filled with jam.
What could be better?
Mum's agreed to give another try at teaching me to cook over vacation, so I'm a little excited about that prospect. Although, most of my cooking attempts were not as successful as I'd hoped. We had the onigiri incident, the snow peas accident, and nobody could forget the ginger snaps FROM HELL.
Let's hope I've lost my accident-prone streak in the kitchen.
Needless to say, all this craziness leaves little room for getting anything done that I honestly want to accomplish, but I can't expect too much from myself. All I really want is a bit of R & R, a chance to recharge from all the insanity that's been happening to me lately.
I just can't take any more freaking snow. I'm going insane. I need some natural scenery. One of these days I'm going to take a blowtorch to all the white stuff and just melt all of it.
I'm not kidding. A blowtorch.

People Are Getting Drunk At 6 AM Today?

What's playing in my ear:"Knockin' Down Hesitation"-Anza Ōyama

.....Let's just say, I'm glad I'm Jewish. Our holidays are kind of nutty, but this is insane.
[Which reminds me, I need to get cracking on that Purim costume. My friends and I are going as the Jonas Brothers. Heh heh.... (Please, if you know what's good for you, don't ask.)]
I DID wear green today (my jade ring) because I didn't feel like fending off pokes and pinches and whatnot.
Let's see... Today I learned that I can't draw, that Lisa will punch you if you sing the 'Circle Circle Dot Dot' song, and that some things are best left unsaid.
I met this kid who's mum works with a publishing company who would be interested in looking at my book! Now I actually have a chance of getting my work out there. 'Bout time, if you ask me. The other day, a friend of mine got considerably upset because I didn't show my book to her. Look people, this stuff doesn't have a copyright quite yet, and I can't risk anyone stealing my hard-thought ideas. Sorry if I offend you, but I can't be too careful.
Funny thing, at the beginning of the school year, almost all my friends were dating someone except me. Now, they've all broken up with their boyfriends. That means that I'm going out with someone within the next month or two! (It's the way our whole mystical cycle works with the fates and destiny and all that jazz. Unless you sat at my lunch table last year, you won't get it, so don't ask.) But if not, I'm perfectly okay being single. There's no immediate need for a boyfriend at the moment.
I have a piano recital in a month or so, but I HATE recitals. My teacher knows that I don't enjoy recitals, but she always puts me in them anyway. I don't preform well in front of crowds when it comes to piano. But I'm not playing anything too complicated (Hungarian Waltz, FIRE, and Hikari)
Better get working..... "Fire, Fire, FIRE!" :D

π!

What's playing in my ear: "Blurry Eyes"-L'Arc~en~Ciel

Ah... The weekend: a chance to get some sleep, squeeze in some writing, and get together with friends.
YEAH RIGHT.
This weekend's going to stink, because my friend canceled on me, I have a load of homework, and I have to get up early.
SHOOT ME.
Well, it's nothing a little pie couldn't solve! π Day is the only thing I truly enjoy when it comes to mathematics. Come on people it's pie, what's not to like? (Which reminds me that I left some brownies in the oven...) Plus, π Day means that my birthday is only a month away! Sweet Sixteen!
In Business Law, we have been discussing identity theft, so Erik and I obviously commenced a discussion regarding who's identity we'd steal.
Erik: So, who'd you want to be?
Me: Chuck Norris.
Erik: I don't think you could get away with that. He pretty much runs the WHOLE FREAKING WORLD.
Me: Okay then, Mr T!
Heh heh
"I pity da foo'!"
I'd better go check on those brownies..... >_>
HAPPY ∏ DAY!

Crash and BURN

What's playing in my ear: "Te Busqué"-Nelly Furtado w/ Juanes

Wow...... I'm bad at keeping a blog, aren't I?
Geez, sophomore year is almost over, and my last post was from June. I need to stay on top of this blog thing. Not much has changed. I'm still your favorite anime-obsessed, soy-loving, slightly hyper writer. I've gotten at least 15 pages of my book written since my last post. I know that's not very much, but give me a break! I'M A BUSY WOMAN, PEOPLE!
I'm still not sure exactly what I want to do this summer. I was considering an NCSY program, but now I'm not so sure 'bout that. I wanted to do an AFS summer program, but my parents aren't so hot on the idea of me spending my summer in Hong Kong. (Come on, mum and dad!) Likely case scenario: I end up as a camp counselor again. "Why would you do that, you fool?" you may ask. Well...
1) I have almost no other productive pastimes for my summer
2) I have come to like kids a bit more than last year
3) I need the money.
Th'ar ye are. REASONS. But if them kids bite me again, I quit.
I'm serious.
But other than that, not much else is new. I did get accepted as a member of a fan-dub type project called SMU. So far, I don't have an actual role yet because they have a lot of female members, but I'm in no rush. These things take time.
Well, that's my life in a nutshell at the moment.

Drift Away

What's Playing in My Ear: "Makes Me Wonder"- Maroon 5

Long time no post, eh?
Overall, I have to say that freshman year was amazing. Much better than I expected at first. I made so many friends, and learned a lot about life and how long it takes to piss off Randy by poking at his bangs. :D
It feels like ages that I was a scared little eighth grader standing outside the school doors, my hair flowing in the September wind, not knowing what to expect once I entered inside, and yet, it seems like it was only yesterday at the same time. I've really grown from this experience and I feel like a changed person for the better. I'm a froshmore! XD
School's out for the summer as of 10:40, and I quote Loiben "...It feels pretty damn good." I'm not quite sure what I'm going to be doing. Probably drivers ed. and being a bit of a lump. >_> Maybe I'll be a camp counselor again and get rabies from all of the little kids that find it's funny to bite me! X_x
I want to get some more writing in now that I have all of this free time to spare. It doesn't necessarily have to be my novel, but maybe a few poems and stuff like that. It'd also be helpful to brush up on my cooking skills. The last time I cooked something, the fire department didn't even bother coming. I know everyone there on a first-name basis...
Enjoy your freedom! Love you all!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX (multiply all those by 999,999,999,999,999)
~Mara