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!