I Love College

And I hate that song.  But who cares.  Wanna see some pics from my college viewing adventures? OKAY!

Part Uno: San Fran

 My papa and I.  Were definitely not standing in front of the Bush sign...nope.  It's the China Town entrance!!

 PIZZA TIME.

 The Museum of Arts and Crafts was right outside of our hotel.  And you could touch the art!  Yipee!

 Lolz (not, haha).  This was for my dad.  Jewish Museum of Arts and Crafts.  Gift shop.

Oh, by the way, we're Jewish.

 Creepy statue outside of the Creative Arts building at San Fran State

 Max, my little bro, trying to act all college-y and nonchalant on his phone.  Psh.  Four more years buddy.

 Dinner de Italiano again!  Mi madre in the Mona Lisa Car.

 Sonoma State tour: the beginning. Oh, of course look who's on their phone.

 We're the Fogels.  We don't get lost.

 They have an island in the middle of a little pond! This alone almost just makes me want to go here.

Nice one.

Happy Birthday Grammity Grams!

And here's me celebrating!  Yahoo! Also, please excuse my weirdness I didn't realize my brother was filming me on his fancy shmancy iPhone until halfway through the video.  You can see my sad attempt at stopping him with my hand but Emily Vs. Iphone= knockout (by the Iphone).

Hey Guys

Hi.  I've been quite absent haven't I?  Well I must tell you guys that I've been out being social and such.  On Friday night I went to a volleyball game and died a little bit inside when my friend/I-want-to-be-more-than- friends friend looked up at me and smiled halfway through the game.  Oh, sigh.  Then I went out to dinner with the usual crowd plus one Taylor (for her birthday) and went to bed feeling all happy and social.  But, wait, there's more!  I  also went to the beach yesterday!  Yes, that's right I walked about ten minutes from my house.  But still, I ventured OUTSIDE! Hah.  Then guess what? Had sushi with the girls again plus the lovely Kristen this time.  I am just high on life right now.  Also this delicious smoothie my mom made me is helping the happiness.  Oh, phooey I feel so ding dang happy.   And yeah, phooey is a word.  I checked. AND I FINISHED MY FIRST SAT YEAH WOOT. Heh. Bye.

 Thought I'd just add this one in. Yum.

Dear Rookie Magazine

Dear Rookie Magazine,

I can’t even remember when I found you but I really can’t even believe I survived half of my high school years without you.  Reading your articles are so much more interesting than studying for junior year finals (duh) and the SAT (that might not be so good).  I have this favorites bar on my computer right above the internet window (maybe there’s a different more techy way of explaining this but whatever) and usually the majority of it is filled with eBay, etsy and BlogSpot icons and maybe the occasional weight loss or ‘calculate your bmi’ icon when I’m in a ‘get fit and healthy’ phase.  Pretty much the whole thing is filled with little black and white ‘R’s now (that’s what your icon looks like if you didn’t know, but you probably do).  I have some of the fiction stories up there just to look at from time to time among DIYs (the pillow skirt in particular) and those photo posts.  Needless to say, you guys kind of replaced eBay for me, almost. 

What I really wanted to get at was that I wish I had found this website freshman year of high school.  I know people are awkward, especially high schoolers (duh, Awkward. On Mtv-best show ever and Freaks and Geeks) but I was especially awkward, and in desperate need of cool-people advice.  Even though I guess I’m supposed to be cooler considering I’m a junior, I’m really not.  I have had one, count ‘em, ONE boyfriend, my whole existence and it was only for two weeks because I didn’t even like him, I do nothing on the weekends, I have never been to a party and my grades aren’t even good enough to compensate for the no social life.  Yeah. Sometimes I feel pretty special.  This magazine, however, has taught me that this kind of lifestyle is totally ok and I’m even convinced I’m a little cool in my own way.  Though the people who write these articles are, like, exponentially cooler than anyone I know (besides David Sedaris and Rayanne Graff), they make me feel cool and, bonus, they make me laugh a lot.

 So thanks Rookie Magazine for making me laugh, making me feel better about myself (in a non cheezy way) and for reading this letter.  This magazine is the bomb.com.

Emily Syd, Tronix Kid

Ps: I’m sorry this isn’t what you’re asking for (to be be sent to you) right now but I really wanted to just say thanks.  Don’t hate me!

I think I might send this, I might I might I might.  I'm doing it.  I'm sending it.

Sweater

Sometimes I feel

As if I'm this really tiny person

In this giant sweater

And I'm just too small

I can't see this great world around me

I can only see the big, obvious things

Through these small stitches

Will I never see those small things?

Strike an... AWKWARD POSE

Red

I have wanted to dye my hair red since the day I lost my natural gingerness- circa age 2.  Just kidding, but not really.  Every time I'm about to do it a process goes on in my head, kind of like this > I'm going  to do it, I am definitely going to...no I can't do it.  And the bad thing is I tell people I'm going to do it, like everyone around me.  It's terrible really, last year I didn't do it because I told my crush I was going to and he told me not to.  I am pathetic and utterly devoted to someone who does not even know it. MOVING ON.  I decided that after I didn't get the scholarship to go help the sloths in Australia (because apparently people are stupid and instead of giving money to an organization that allows teens to actually help out in the world, these people are doing greater things like buying houses on the strand of Manhattan Beach), that I was going to do it.  This summer, my hair is going united with it's gingerness once more! 

I'm feeling a little teen angsty today, so here you go.

 Isn't this fabric off da hook?  When I was dancing around the little mirrors reflected little rays on the ground around me!  I felt like I was boogying down in a disco nightclub (but in the daylight, of course).

Caught Again

Okay, now don't look up

Give it two minutes

No, maybe one.

Can't last that long!

Don't look up

But I can see him

I can see him looking.

Is he looking?

Oh, look up now

While he's not looking

 Crap. He's looking.

Abort, abort!

Steer those eyes away!

Quick, before you crash!

But if this is crashing

I want a full on collision.

I was in a happy little school girl mood.  So I wrote a happy little school girl poem.  Also I'm in a plaid, buckles and sweaters phase.