Much ado about nothing

The nothing being my life. Without school I have no heart, no focus, no drive (jplay I'm being melodramatic)
p.s. weird emo cartoon was a joke!
Well okay so I really have zip to write about.
TODAY my mom started her new job, which is good, but she says it's boring. Right now she's just taking tests and things for legal reasons I think, so hopefully soon she'll get to helping people! Yesterday I was basically cornered into going to this alumni thing for the theater program at my high school and it was very unsettling #1 because I had to walk there in arctic winds at end-of-the-world caliber because I don't have my license yet (gross) #2 is that most of the people that were there I planned on basically counting out of my life so that was interesting.
My Arabic Film & Lit professor was Egyptian and super ESL and he would say that something was "interesting" at inappropriate times EXAMPLE: Oh none of you finished the book that's... interesting or this DVD player isn't working... interesting. He's actually really funny/adorable and has a hilarious accent, I feel bad that I got an A even though I slept through a few classes and turned in my midterm late because it was on the same day as Drawing and 3D.
Changing topics with this segway segue: ... puns.
I went over to Thomas' for some hot tubing, and subsequently received large servings of awkward with a side of weird and trace amounts of surprise! Bad metaphor aside, two of my friends made out while I was in the room. This turned out to be not actually that bad (I'm happy for them?) but was just a little strange because I witnessed it. And not expecting it. But besides that it's fine!

So tomorrow I hope to start to teach myself French with Rosetta Stone. This is step one toward me living in Paris and being a famous artiste! Wow so sorry to disappoint all of nobody that reads this, I really need to get a life because this is actually the worst blog post ever.
Going in the city to get glasses tomorrow at this place called Moscott, my dad got his glasses there and they also make glasses for the Mad Men cast (!). I'm going to look as distinguished as: .
I'm going with my all time sunshine Ms. Hye Yeon Glass, so it will be fun x 6 for all!
p.s. my dad tried to tell my sister to sign offline in AIM lingo but ended up saying : "Tell her ta ta!" in his very best accidental cocktail party voice. So there's something for all none of you to think about.

She was beautiful and accomplished!

Hey ya! p.s. I have a newfound appreciation for Outkast since Temple it's smart and different, and isn't that something we all strive to be?

The title comes from a very funny dialogue between my sister and my father during the Speidel family ski vacation (aka: force your children to plummet rapidly and uncontrollably down a frigid mountain while you argue with extended family about wine/food/laundry/absolutely nothing the result of which is a 8 hour gossip ridden car ride back home, all assessments reaching that our french uncle Phillipe is an angry and unpleasant person). This is a person whose accent and lack of understanding of the English language is at first humorous, than dangerous, his food snobbery borders on violent, and his inappropriate comments/drinking/snoring know no bounds.
Personally, I think he's exceptionally jolly.

So my dad was arguing with my sister about whether or not she should go skiing, my sister claiming that she was too sore from risking an icy death the day before, my dad fighting back with unusually consistent parental notion that their children should achieve or attempt anything and everything because who knows what the future will bring? (a conceit which never fails to exasperate any situation). My dad is walking away from the argument which he inevitably wins, and my sister goes for a classic Sarah behind the back mutter "I'm going to be the next Natasha Richardson!" (a wonderful woman who unfortunately died of concussive complications when she failed to recognize that she hurt her head fatally while skiing)
My dad, catching the frustrated mutter, brilliantly counters with "Good. She was beautiful and accomplished!"

Ha! I'm sorry for Natasha but that was funny.

I'm about to meet one of my favorite people, my very favorite Brazilian, Thomas (as well as my favorite Korean Hye Yeon, and my favorite Christian Scientist Sabrina) for ice skating so I have to go, but don't worry, I'll tell all none of you about it in an upcoming post!
Meanwhile, my mom feels under appreciated and wants me to mention that the soup she made for tonight's dinner was extraordinarily wonderful! Never have vegetables come together in such brilliant harmony and I'm sure everyone famous agrees.

I just found this picture when I was looking for pictures of soup and I don't know what it means but it's infinitely better and more hilarious! (it's small but the bigger one went off the page!!)
....mmmmbye.