My Birthday!

            So, yesterday was my birthday. I must say, it was the BEST birthday EVER! My friend made me fondant shaped into a flat watermelon and colored it pink and green and with black "seeds" and everything!!! My other friend made me a cake, a card, and got me Glee Season 2 CD Volume 4!!! It was AWESOME!! Everyone was so nice to me the whole day and I got sung to and it was great!!!

            My mom messed up on my cake because she forgot to pick up frosting and didn't have time to make any, so she just put powdered sugar on it. It was still pretty good. My neighbor is a good friend of mine and because she has TERRIBLE baking skills, she took two cookies and put some ice cream inbetween to make a "chipwhich". It was so nice because she put it in my freezer while I was at softball then texted me telling me to look in there. It was great.

           Saturday night we are going into Boston for my birthday dinner!!! I'm so excited!!! And I believe on Sunday me and two friends from my play are going shopping for the play costumes!! We get to dress normally like regular teenagers so it's going to be so fun because we are going to color coordinate!!! I'm sad, though, because I haven't had a voice lesson in a long time and I LOVE voice lessons.

          So, my birthday was pretty freaking sweet!!! I got cake, fondant (a type of frosting), Glee CD, a bunch of cards, a picture frame, some perfume, Taylor Swift tickets, and a Flip Video Camera!! My mom knew I really wanted that and she found this website where you can pick a design on it instead of just a color!!! It's so cool!! I think I'm going to get this really pretty one with flowers on it!!! So I'm really excited adn sorry I can't post everyday anymore, I'm really busy! (< Which was actually going to be my topic for my post, but I decided it would be more fun to talk about my birthday then talking about how I'm spreading myself too thin. I had an analogy and everything, though!!!)
          

Last Night of Vacation

           Tonight is the last night of my April Vacation. You'd think I'd want to be out partying like a crazy person. Not really. I just want a friend to sleepover. However, my room is a mess. Like completely. So I started cleaning it, making good progress. Then I looked at my phone and saw a text from my friend, asking if I was free today. I haven't showered yet and I'm still in my pj's, so I didn't reply, and decided to ask if she could sleepover tonight, and have her come over later when I'm presentable. Seems fair, I'll tidy up my room and everything will be fine. So I ask my mom, and she sais ask your father. I ask him and he sais no. I asked him why, it's not fair, blah blah blah all that. He sais he doesn't want anyone to. But meanwhile, my brother's friend is walking through the door. I ask how it's fair that his friend can come over, but mine can't. He sais there's a difference, that he didn't want anyone to SLEEP over. Wow, Dad. Wow.
           
           I pestered him for a while, as a joke, but still hoping he'd say yes. He said no, because I "broke a deal with him" like months ago. MONTHS. I told him that to move on, and that if I didn't get my room tidied up, I wouldn't ask. But no. I don't see how that's fair. I really don't. My brother ALWAYS gets to have his friends sleepover, come over, he gets to do whatever he wants. But not me. I'm stuck in the corner of my room with the lights off creeping around Facebook. Lucky me.

          So my dad sais, why don't you sleep over her house? I told him I can't do that forever. I don't WANT to. Her house is just as messy (if not more) than mine, and her brother is incredibly annoying. Like, we couldn't watch Jaws when he was UPSTAIRS because he was scared. He is in fifth grade. FIFTH! That's eleven years old!!! But, that's a little harsh of me, so I'm letting it go. But she's also really shy, so it's always a bit awkward there. Besides, I never really ask for anyone to come over, I always ask to sleep over other people's houses, and my dad always sais no, that until my room is acceptable for someone to sleep over here, I'm not allowed to sleep over anyone else's house. I hate to break to you, both Mom and Dad, but my friend's don't care how messy my room is. They care if we have FOOD.

        Yes. Prior to SOOO many people's beliefs, girls don't have "sexy pilowfights" or makeout with each other, or any other cliched thing at sleepovers. We eat. In enourmous amounts. You say "I'm getting a bit hungry..." and next thing you know we're piling ice cream into our mouths. Then we watch a movie, eat some more, watch another movie, eat some more, maybe do our nails in a ridiculous way, eat more, ninja test, sneak out of the house, eat more, then, maybe, just maybe, fall asleep.

        I know. It's a huge surprise. I mean, maybe some shallow, cliche, preppy girls do the stereotypical thing, but not my friends. We eat twice our weight, then complain about how fat we are. So interesting, I know. So, anyway, my night tonight will probably consist of me watching some stupid movie, or TV show, eating ice cream, then falling asleep and sleeping until 11 tomorrow morning. Did I mention it's THE LAST NIGHT OF VACATION???!!! UNTIL SUMMER??!!! Yea. Aren't my parents great?? So, because I know it's useless, I am on my computer like the lazy butt I am, complaining. My parents will probably try to get under my skin, saying, well maybe if you'd made an effort we would have said yes. Cut the crap. That's BS. I've tried that before. I'm always going to have to do something else, something more, just one more thing, to do anything. Thanks for RUINING my teenage years.

End of Vacation

           So once again, my boring vacation comes to an end. I don't understand my family. We never do anything on vacations, once in a while we will. I don't understand, we have a timeshare in St. Maarten that can be moved to other places and at other times!!! We should be travelling the world! We have it for a week!!! We've already bought it so it saves money on the hotel, and when we used to go to Las Vegas a lot we have miles for the airplane!!! I just don't understand, I really don't.
          
           My school vacations usually consist of milling around, eating, hanging out with some friends a few times, homework (in this case projects), and just being bored. This really sucked though, because I like to bake, but I couldn't just get a cookie recipe, everything had to be Kosher for Passover. So I milled around bored, ate, and went to the Science Museum. Oh, the joy and excitement. I got to read about and see pictures of everyone else's vacations on Facebook, while I sat in an office in lust of going there. The most exciting thing was rolling around in that chair. And the thrill of that lasts for about, okay I won't lie, it lasts for a while, but it shouldn't be the most exciting part of your vacation!!! It was also extremely cold this week, so going outside wasn't really the most comfortable idea. Usually during Spring Vacation I get out all my Spring/Summer clothes, but I don't think I'll need them for a while. It's always warm on my birthday, but this year it might not be. We are almost in May and everyone's still wearing Uggs, cardigans, and North Faces!! What is this?
            
            So you're probably thinking "Well, you're a real Negative Nelly!!" Yes. I have every right to be. I am excited to go back to rehearsals though. If I'm having a bad day, they always cheer me up. My cast is good at that. My director is like the master of it. We have some pretty interesting conversations, and if you walk in at the wrong time, you can get a totally different idea of what we're actually talking about. It's quite funny.

             And once again, my mother has broken a promise. There usually isn't anything to eat in my house, but during Passover there really isn't. Take the tiny amount of food we have, and divide it by 4 because we can't have anything leavened (bread, etc.). It sucks. I think they're Meringue, but the recipe calls them the Forgotten Cookies, and they're so delicious! My mom also usually makes this Matzah candy stuff, and it's quite delicious. There's like chocolate, and brown sugar, and all this delicious stuff. So, she promised to make those today, and some Passover brownies, which should be nice and thick and dense because they lack flour, but I don't smell anything delicious and I have an empty tummy. My mom's really good at doing that. So far, all I've eaten today was a crap-load of Twizzlers, and some gummy fruit slices (kosher for passover). I know, I'm a health monster.

            I'm starving, my mom hasn't really even been making any sort of dinners for the past week. I really can't wait until Tuesday (you remember that's my birthday, right? Of course you do!!) because that's when this terrible excuse for a holiday is over!! I tell you, Imma eat a boatload of bread on Wednesday (yes, tons of empty calories! Woot woot!!). Usually my mom let's us break, but no. My brother had pizza the other night, but it's fine. But not me, because I've been Bat Mitzvahed I'm not aloud. I tell you it's not fair. You try going 8 days without any type of bread food. I apologize if you're allergic to gluten or wheat, that's your life story. But I could never do that. Maybe if I wasn't so used to bread products, but I just can't take it. It's terrible.

          I know this post is a far stretch from yesterday, my super intellectual analysis on The Twilight Zone. But that just shows I'm super unpredictable, because that, my friends, is how I roll (I really hope it's spelled that way in this context, my hunger and frustration are impairing my intelligence). I hope my  mom makes something to eat soon, I'm very incapable, which frustrates me because I want to be able to cook. Oh well, there's time for learning later but I's really gots to clean my room because my mom is about to get on my case about it.

The Twilight Zone

"There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. "

          The opening lines to every episode of the mysterious, great, 1959 show, The Twilight Zone. It breaks the boundaries of all other shows ever made. Personally, I can't stand horror movies, or anything like that, but ever since a certain drama class last year, I have had an interest in this queer show. I first saw the episode "Eye of the Beholder". I found it interesting, different. It taught a valuable life lesson, in an intriguing way. Not like a Disney show lesson, but a worldly lesson. The episodes all seem to be predictable, and then defy your expectations with a wild twist. The lessons don't scream out to you, you've got to infer.

           Netflix finally got a bunch of the episodes, so I'm now starting on Season 1, and going in order. My drama teacher inspired me to watch every episode ever made. Strange? You bet. I think it would be cool if my life were like The Twilight Zone, but maybe in a way life is. The show just doesn't use humor and is very serious with mood setting music, but maybe it sums up life. Maybe life takes place in the Twilight Zone mentioned at the beginning of the show. Sure, it's not exactly, we use humor and it's different at first glance, but maybe, just maybe, Rod Serling knew this. Maybe when he was sitting in room thinking "what's a good idea for a tv show that will defy expectations, break barriers?" he tapped into his unconsious mind. The first episode took place in the unconsious mind. The man was in a box, with nothing but a clothes hanger, but he found himself in a town. Alone. He was confused, and his mind was taking it's own path. It was odd. It was strange. It was different.

           Now, maybe this is just coming from just watching an episode, but it has me thinking in a strange way. I will share a secret with you. I tried watching it last night, it was late-ish, but I got really creeped out and had to turn it off. Don't judge, everything is more scary at night, alone, with your brother sleeping next to you. I don't share a bed with my brother, but I was watching it in our office/guest room and he fell asleep watching TV in there. That would be a little strange if we did. So anyway, I was watching it, while on Facebook, not really paying attention, and I was telling my friend how creepy it was. I watched the rest of it this morning, and the next two episodes, and they were quite interesting. The way the people think, like normal human beings, but there's always that one person who is different, who doesn't really teach them the lesson, just pushes them towards it. So, I will let you think about all that I've said.

My Modeling Career (really me just being a jerko-self-consious-freak!!!)

           According to my friends, or so they say, I am gorgeous. EEEEEHHHH!!!! WRONG ANSWER!!! GUESS AGAIN! I am the ugliest creature to walk the planet. I have a GINORMOUS nose, gross brown eyes, frizzy, curly hair, and I am a fatty. Okay, I take the hair thing back. I love my curly hair, usually. I'm not morbidly obese, but I'm not super-skinny either. I know you're probably thinking "self consious much?". Yes. But it ties into my story, promise.
           So today, my friend Fiona and I went to our friend Rachel's house. She's a really good photographer, and so we did some "modeling". One of the pictures of me came out "really good", so Rachel and Fiona had me set it as my profile picture on Facebook. I got a bunch of comments saying how pretty it was, but no matter how many times I looked at it, or any of the other "modeling" pictures, I couldn't see the prettiness. I know, common sad story, but, hey! Fiona kept commenting on how ugly she is, but she's like the prettiest person I know! Like, actually.
            But, "modeling" is quite fun. I put modeling in quotations, because it's not really modeling when you're with friends and they just kind of style you in a very unprofessional way. But, personally, I think it's more fun that way. They do your make-up, hair, if it's your house they'll even style you! It's great, I'm telling you. And I must say, it's so fun when people even just move your hair around, it feels really good, almost like a massage on your head. Not like, in a creepy way though. I love when people play with my hair, it's great. Especially when they braid it, it's like when you scratch an itch. It's such a satisfying feeling!
           So anyway, we did some "modeling" and all of Fiona's pictures came out really good, but she deleted all of them because she's "ugly". I HATE when people who are pretty say they're ugly. It's not fair! Us uglies have to sit there being all ugly and then the pretty people sit there saying "I'm so ugly!", and we're sitting there like "I wish I was HALF as pretty as you!" And then you get so self consious. Myself being the exception, the pretty people think they're ugly, and the ugly people think they're pretty. Again, I'm the exception because I am ugly, but the majority of people are like that.
           And then sometimes, people only say "I'm so ugly" or "I'm so fat" just because they want someone to tell them they aren't. That bothers me too. It's like don't try and go getting attention like that. People will respect you more if you're confident. Wow, that sounds very hypocritical, but I'm an exception. I know I'm sort of pretty, oh gosh please let me be at least a bit pretty, but only sometimes. People tell me I'm beautiful, but I just can't bring myself to believe it. I'm not sure why.
          So, I guess this post was just about me being self consious, but today was pretty fun "modeling". I love make-up and Rachel had some really cool stuff. She's really good at taking pictures too, so it was fun. I always have fun with her which is awesome. I have some great model friends!

Passover

          So, yesterday was Passover. My family got together at my aunt's house. She has four kids, plus her husband's brother came. That made 7 kids, me and my brother included, and 10 adults. There was a lot of food. The Seder (prayer ceremony, pretty much) was pretty interesting. We had to have the kids at a seperate table because there wasn't enough room. That got interesting. Aside from myself and my brother, the oldest kid was 8, 9, or 10, not really sure, but still. 5 kids under 10. Not so fun. I got stuck at their table, and they could not sit still. It was kind of funny to watch.
          After the appetizer, I stole a seat at the "adult" table. Oh, how I cherish adult conversations. I'm immature all the time, at school with friends, with cousins, at home, hanging out with friends, but it's so nice to be mature and have meaningful conversations. I'm a dork, be quiet, I know I am. But one day all you children will understand. It works out good because when they tell funny stories, they are hilarious. Like, pee in your pants funny. All their stories from when they were teens and in college and all that fun stuff. You just can't get that humor with people my age. Sure, stupid inapropriate stuff is pretty funny, but we don't have the experiences they do. Yes we are pretty old and mature, but not compared to your parents and aunts and older cousins. It's incomparable. It really is.
           My mother made brownies, and because it's Passover, we can't have normal brownies. You would expect them to be pretty good considering there isn't flower or anything to make it leaven, so they'll be pretty dense and delicious, but that was not the case. They were terrible. My mother claims it's because she used bad chocolate, but we'll see when she redoes them. Passover has it's perks, though. Matzah candy and Meringue cookies, so delicious. And for breakfast fried matzah with cinnamon and sugar, oh it's heaven. The only problem, my birthday usually falls over Passover. This year it's on the last day of it, April 26. I will probably break (we aren't allowed to eat leavened food like bread or cake, etc. so breaking is eating something like that) that day and/or before to eat birthday cake. The good thing is, if we have a cake that night at home, if we wait until after sunset it's okay, totally legal.

Life Is Good

So, if you've seen the recent Geico commercials, you will know they use the site "Xtranormal" and have a really cool grandpa song and dance. Well, the cast, crew, and director of my play are all obsessed. We do the dance all the time and it's kind of like an inside joke for us. I recently found out that it's a whole song, and that you can download it off the Geico site. Life is complete, I know. I then found out, brace yourselves, really, this will blow you away, that YOU CAN DOWNLOAD IT AS A RINGTONE!!! OMG!! I know!! So today I went to download it as a ringtone, and yes, brace yourselves again, THEY HAVE A BUNCH OF COOL RINGTONES!! So yes, the second day of my April vacation, I spent the day downloading Geico things to my phone. Which, by the way, is a crappy phone. The Razr. Oh yes, it's incredibly difficult to hold in your excitement. Shut it. I know it's a sucky phone. The other part of my day consisted of playing more piano (you guessed it, Stu's song) and making a coloring book for my friend. Who  is 15 and in 9th grade. Yes a coloring book. Yes we are immature. But it was made with love, because all the drawings are hand drawn by yours truly. I've been looking around for some auditions for shows, so if anyone knows any casting calls please comment and let me know! Until next time!

Vacation

So, it's that magnificent time again. April vacation. How did my first day go? Well, I've realized the first day of most vacations, for me, are consisted of milling around, wondering what to do in this free time. I'm bored the first day, and sometimes the second and third. Hmmm....Interesting. I usually do some homework, if I have any, sing some songs (today it was Stu's song and Jar of Hearts) and eat. I think I dislocated my shoulder, there are sharp pains and I'm terrified. To be quite honest, I miss rehearsals from my play. They are quite fun and entertaining. As of this moment, I'm watching "The Other Guys". Quite stupid, actually. Except for that one part, I can't remember what it said, but it was funny. I am working on an acapella group with some friends from school and plan to work on that during this vacation. Will keep updated!