She's Got a Ticket to Ride!

No, it's not a sexual innuendo. And in this case, I DO care (reference to the song). I'm leaving an oh so crazy loft in New York to stay in an oh so stereotypical house in New Jersey for a few days. It's a REALLY NICE house. Not to mention Laura's fridge is stacked full of Red Bull. We're gonna go to Candace's seder (and yes, I AM making her put an orange on the seder plate, of course!), and her football (sorry, soccer) game - not that we plan to, but I'm sure we'll end up going anyways. Apparently this girl I know is gonna be there. And apparently I scared her two years ago because I told her I was in the mafia. That's just...fantastic. I love it! 

And blogger is now telling me that fantastic is not a word. Wow. I feel like writing a bunch of random words like bumfluff and seeing if it knows about them. And for your information, it's saying bumfluff isn't a word. Psssshhh. (...Is also not a word, it seems. But floccinaucinihilipilification is. HAHAHAHAH!)

Anyways. Today a kid used my name for his Spanish homework. He had to read it out to the class and at the end this other guy goes, "Davy?! But that's a mans name!"

It was beautiful, how red his face turned. 

After that, I went to bio class where Brendan and I presented on PID (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease) and the origin of douche bag. I got to say douche bag to the teacher somewhere around sixty times (I may have abused my privileges just a little...) while Brendan drew it on the board. Then David text messaged me, while I'm still presenting mind you, to tell me that my dear partner spelled douche wrong. And he KNOWS I'm not allowed to have a cell phone (I've had a few incidents in bio class before concerning it) -- he just wanted to see me pretend that I can't feel my pocket vibrating. Thank god I was behind a desk and the teacher couldn't see. In retrospect, it was pretty funny. Everyone loved our presentation, and I think we did the least work out of everybody in terms of our project. All in all, a good day. L'chaim!

'Ello, England?

I know I haven't posted in forever. But really, I've had nothing to say. My life's been pretty monotonous. Writing from the daughterland of America, I can say my life's not quite so monotonous anymore. Because I might be going to the Motherland. That's right. I might be moving to England. 

Should I be scared? Nothing's going to happen for a while yet. But the weirdest thing happened today. I woke up, and thought about living in England. My mom's said stuff before about moving to another country if she gets a better job, and I always just don't think about it. If you don't worry, it won't happen. It's always worked before. But I can't stop thinking about this. Do I want to live there...? I don't know. Because I'm actually not that upset at the prospect. 

I'd only live there for two years, or 'til the end of high school. Is it worth it to leave Stuyvesant? I don't like Stuyvesant much. Like at all. Education-wise, though, going there could positively affect the rest of my life. Then again, to get into an ivy league college like the ones I want to go to you have to be in the top 8% at Stuy, which I'm not. I'd actually have a better chance of getting into ivy league American colleges if I went to school in England instead. 

AUGH. I'm so conflicted. It doesn't help that my ipod went off in the middle of the night, and when I woke up it was playing Breakaway. 'Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye, you gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change...I won't forget the place I've come from...But you've got to breakaway.' Greattt. 

I'm thinking about friends too. I love my friends in America, but most of my best friends don't live in the City anyways. Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today...HE was going to New York. I'm leaving New York. Weird? Very. 

Very very very.