Oy vey iz mir.

Here's a little Yiddish for you. I'm not even kidding, "oy vey iz mir" means "oh, woe is me." And, saying "woe is me" is grammatically incorrect, it should be "woe is I." Some grammar for you too.

See, kids, I told you reading was educational.

No, actually I didn't... but anyway.

Dammit. I was hoping the first post of 2009 to be something profound but here I am rambling about Yiddish and grammar. At least not Yiddish grammar, because I'm not that great with either.

But anyways... maybe those profound dreams can be recovered.

Not to be a cynic... but I just get the feeling 2009 is going to suck. I know, I know, so pessimistic. But I was lying in bed at like four in the morning yesterday (actually that would be today...), and I was just thinking about 2008. 2008, it didn't suck. But I can't say it was my best year. It was kind of a rude awakening, like, "hey, wake up kid, the world hates you and everyone's out to get you." No more living in that stupid shampoo-commercial world, where the flowers bloom as you walk by, the sun beams upon your face, the cute guys wave as you pass and everything is pleasantly slo-mo and fuzzy. *sigh* Now that I can see it all much clearer...

Taylor has so lovely pointed out to me that, once the semester is over, we are an eighth of the way through high school.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! I feel so old! Next thing I know, I'll be lying in a hospital bed (not unlike those of Scrubs or Grey's Anatomy), dying of terminal arthritis and perpetual hair loss! AIEEEEEE!

1 comment:

Taylor said...

Why do you know Yiddish? Why do you know grammar? Why DON'T you know Yiddish grammar??

I have no way of knowing if 2009 is going to be bad, but I know that it will be extremely different...What with Kelly going to college (FINALLY!) and Silvie most likely being put down...*sighs* We shall see.

I'm pretty sure that arthritis isn't terminal, just so you know! :p


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)