...for fear of lameness...

I shall post on my blog. woohoo. *and the crowd goes wild* Let's see, what have I done in the past half-week. Well, I started going to ballet again, after a 1.5 week break, that was weird. and I met Taikumi, possibly the cutest kid I have ever seen. Although I may be biased, because his Japaneseness magnifies his cuteness by a factor that my sister can't yet count to, probably. And since I practically speak japanese ya know, I have to be the one to figure out how to teach all his teachers and assistants how to say stuff like be quiet and sit down. Because Julia claims it would be better if I asked one of my 4th year buddies than her trying to figure it out, although she'd probably be better than me...i dunno. Andrew Cribbett is really good at languages. It makes me sad that he's not applying to Uni, cuz he really should. he would be an awesome subbie. and he's smart and seems to like learning things, which is not as common as one would hope in a normal middle school population. Oh well. He'll learn a bit of Japanese as a substitute for going to Uni. Its pretty much the same thing.

French cd----> obsession. Thank you Ariana, very good. Obsessed. I like French. I need to go to France. Now. hehe. I like French song lyrics. They almost meet the poeticness/poeticity (whoa...words?) of Israeli songs, which is very hard to do. Tomorrow is a JELC party, w00t. Today we had people over at our house for dinner, and it was terrible. I don't very much like my family sometimes. Sometimes they're cool though. I dunno, it was just bad. Bad job of hosting. Maybe I can go to the pool sometime soon, its been sooo hot. Not as hot as it could be though.

Oh yeah, Friday I went to Taste of ShampooBanana (ewww, bad to taste). It was good, we walked around and knew people and were hot, and ate watermelon, and cheescake on a stick. (O.O) so weeiiiiiiird. It was good though. Hah, everyone I knew that was there was from dance. Except Ariana. So it was kinda depressing, I realized I had no life. However, I am popular at the studio. heh. yeah yeah.

French song....stuck in head. Sleepppppp time. And then maybe I should run tomorrow morning, so I can turn into Sally, or Doug. yay.