Prince Charming is OUT, Peter Pan is IN

out with the old, in with the new. thats my philosophy. actually i have no idea. i dont think i even have a philosophy concerning that, but its fun to pretend. but lets focus on the prince and peter for the moment.
last night i was online with a friend of mine and i asked her to imagine what the guy im gonna marry looks like. we talked about that for a little while and then i said "great. now where do you think im gonna find this dude?" so we pondered that for a bit, and then i asked "ok it would be easier to find him if i could identify him somehow. what do you think he is wearing at this exact second?" the answer? a green shirt. and so was born my peter pan fantasy.

so now the real question is, if i am going to marry peter pan, does that make me the female romantic character in the story, or does that make me tinkerbell? confusing huh? on the one hand, shes pretty, shes got wings, and shes got this cool fairy dust stuff that can help people learn how to fly. sounds like a pretty cool deal to me. but then there is the issue that she is really a very pesky character. there those of you who might say that i am already a pesky person so its really a perfect match, but i dont think im really as pesky as her. at least i hope not. i think i will be her though because the idea of wings outweighs the idea of peskiness.

so on to bigger and better things in life. such as...well i cant think of anything at the moment, but i always have my great fall back plan of ice cream and cake. those are bigger and better then everything else in world that i can think so i guess its a pretty good plan. well i must be off to continue working so i can get as much done as possible before my family comes because once they are here im not going to be able to do any work. and mo still doesnt know that we are all coming. hee hee hee!

highway to hell

ok so i know that i am lazy, and a slob, and all those bad things, but for the first time in my life i actually have an excuse for being a slacker. i, rivqa abrams, kind of have a life. yeah it doesnt really sound too exciting, but taking sixteen college credits and working four days a week is no mean feat. i actually have places to go and people to see and things to do and all hours of the day. this is the first time that i have just sat at the computer and typed for fun in like two months. so lets see if i can cover the major highlights. pesach was crazy crazy crazy, i had twelve people in my house. sammy avoided me at all costs to the extent of running in the other direction when he passed by me on the street, and i got in a car accident with my sister. lets focus on that one for a minute.you know how people say when they are in life threatening situations they see their life pass before their eyes? those people, have never been in life threatening situations. its not true. number one, its over so fast. at least this kind is. its over fast. you have about enough time to freeze up and then scream. and then all youre left with the is the aftershocks. which is almost more scary then the crash itself. when i felt that clunk of impact with the other car, my mind went completely blank. i could not think of anything at all. all i thought was "man thats gonna hurt". i didnt have regrets, or wishes, i wasnt wishing for a specific person besides my mommy at that exact second, but even that came as an after thought. in that moment when our car collided with theirs all i knew was terror. and afterwards my life flashed before my eyes. as we were sitting in the car and trying to get our breathing to go back to normal and tried not to cry and the people in the other car yelled at us in russian. believe me it didnt help the situation much.my little bro is getting an award from the skokie yeshiva for excellence in learning, which is awesome because hes getting it even though this is his first year and he came in an elevnth grader and thats really hard. so hes getting this award but he doesnt know about it. he also doesnt know that me, and dev, and my parents are all gonna be at the dinner. im so excited for him to see us walk into the hall when he gets his award. its gonna be sooooooo much fun. his eyes are gonna get huuuuuuuuge and then just pop right out of his head. hehehehehe.
speaking of the highway to hell, i have paved a perfect one for myself. see when i started, it made perfect sense in my mind. now perfect sense in my mind usually means that in actuality im not making much sense at all, but i sort of had a lapse in judgment at the time. so basically i have this teacher who i really dont like. i hate her way of teaching, i hate the way she treats us, i just am really unhappy with her class in general. so what is my brilliant solution to deal with this? well its too not show up to class and to never do the homework of course. see at the time it seemed like the perfect revenge. only now, now that i am in finals time, have i realized the stupidity in that. there was probably a much smarter way to deal with all this. but now i have dug this nice little whole that i have to live in. i paved a perfect highway to hell. but it would be so much cooler if i had an Australian accent while i did it.