2009 can go kill itself

Because it kind of sucked.  Not unlike this whole flipping decade. So I say 2010 better not let me down!

Have fun tonight.  You probably don't deserve it.

2010

So here we are nearing 2010.
What does it feel like, well really I'm trying not to think about it.
The only thing I want to think about is the party at Maeve's(my best friend) house today at 8:30pm.
So why do I not want to think about the new year?
Simply because every moment seems to be going by faster and faster.
My little brother back talks me now when he used to greet me by yelling my name at the top of his lungs and running into my arms.
The fact that next year Maria Teresa is turning a year older and that's one year closer to college for her, one year less of time I have left with her. One year closer to the day she meets a man that loves her and takes her away from me. And closer and closer I come to the reality that Maria Teresa is not going to live with me when I grow up because she's just to amazing for someone not to notice her and propose to her.

And another year for my brother Juan Antonio to find reasons not to idolize me. By March he may just realize that I am in fact not the most amazing person to walk on earth, but only the 2nd. And perhaps worse a year closer to the time he gets a cell phone and the time every girl he has ever met will ask me for his number.

Ahh... and of course one year closer to the time that Yousef starts thinking girls are pretty not icky.
A year closer to the moment when girls start calling Alfonso, who is only 9 but every year I see girls that are younger and younger going boy crazy and Alfonso is by no means an ugly kid. He could be a movie star.

A year closer to the day that I won't be under the same roof as my mom and dad.

Some of the only things for me to look forward to are my B-day more time to spend with my new friends and my braces are coming off. There is a little bit more but that will have to wait for another post because it's about to be seven and I don't want to be late to Maeve's party. It's going to be a blast and I'm extremely exited because Maeve wanted us to match, I'm just so touched because no ones asked me to match with them before. Now that I think about it I have not matched with anyone since my sister and I were tiny.

So have a wonderful new years everyone! I hope I do.

And a special shout out to my cousin Melina, it's her birthday today!

Thank you,

Sophia Kamel

Bye Bye Christmas

December 26, the day after Christmas, comes waaay too soon.

It means two things:

1. Christmas is over, I am not at my Grandparents house anymore.

2.The day that we wait all year for is over.

3.HUGE SALES FOR EVERYONE!!!! ALL THOSE MARKDOWNS ARE WAY WAY WAY DOWN NOW, LIKE 80% OFF THAT DRESS YOU KNOW YOU WANT!!!!!

Now number 1 was more important to me than number 3. But since number 1 is over you can't do anything but gather all the gift cards you got and hit the sales. It's hard but someone has to do it.

So once my cousin Melina gets here, I'm going to ask her to hit the mall. Which shouldn't be hard. She's very into shopping at sales and her husband is too. (Which I still find weird.) I went shopping the day after Christmas with Bella and he was like "Okay lets go go go!" (And I was like, stay stay stay.

It was only for girls girls girls.) It made a really good impression on my dad. Not. He was like,"No Jeremey we men are going to stay and watch the game!" and Jeremey was like,"What? No, I wanna go to the mall!" My dad;s face was priceless. He ended up staying home and Melina shopped for him.

So right now my dearest Maria Teresa turned the TV off because they were showing two cats mating. Not exactly appropriate material for four pre-pubescent boys. I told them the mom was giving birth, and they believed me, fortunately. David (my youngest brother) is singing Hot 'n' Cold. I am posting on the blog and trying not to kill him because his voice is painfully out of pitch.

So I hope you all had a lovely Christmas! I know I did!

Have fun with your presents! Shop,eat the leftover turkey, and enjoy your family.

Happy almost over holidays,

Sophia

Can't Speak

So yesterday my family had a huge Posada. A Posada is a traditional Mexican celebration that is celebrated in the month of December for Christmas. So I thought I might share with you the story of our Posada.

The insane journey of our Posada started when we were in our atrium sitting with my best friend(Maeve) and her mom (Winnie). My sister suggested we have a Posada since we haven't have one for about four years. Winnie has never gone to one so we went for it.

Fast forward two days- I'm looking at the guest list and backing out, no way I'm getting involved with something this big! I encourage my mom to forget about it and just have Winnie and another family over and forget about it. They don't listen.

Fast forward two days- Guest list 60 people. You see why I backed out?

Two more days- 100 people and counting. I beg my mom not to do this I know she doesn't work well under stress.

Sending invites- 127 people 12o RSVP's. Maeve my BFF does us the favor of getting the music.

Two days before the Posada 9:00pm- Were in the kitchen cooking, were there till the next day.(1am) Foods done everyone is alive I haven't killed anyone for stress relief. Were all smiles, we finished cooking and no ones mad at anyone else.

Day before Posada- It's raining my moms pale. "Should I cancel and do it another day your dad will kill me if I stuff 120 people in the house?" My mom looks like she is going to faint, I need to reassure her it's going to be OK. "Wait till 3:00pm till you decide.

Day before Posada noon- The sun is shining my mom has color in her cheeks. No backing out now, Maeve and Winnie are to exited.

Day before Posada night time- We are in our loft praying the Rosary this is how it went.

Mom: For Maria Teresa, Hail Mary.....

Us: Holy Mary mother.....

Mom goes threw all of my family.

Mom: For the Posada, Hail Mary....

Us (louder than ever): HOLY MARY MOTHER OF.......

She went back to the Posada every three people, each time with a look of anguish on her face.

The boys go to bed, my mom looks up," Please god if you get me threw this I swear never more than twenty or thirty people! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME AND LET IT RUN SMOOTHLY!"

I tell her it's going to be fine and not to stress. My mom believes me, I am always right(90%) its a gift.

Day of the Posada: Everyone is stressed and starts to set up. I turn my I-pod on and listen to 30 Seconds To Mars, I am calm and melo I do my job well and many others. My mom smiles at me she's so happy to have me there. I smile back,she what would she do without me?

Posada!: Ok so the party is started everyones mingling, I see people I haven't seen in years people I didn't know were coming, people I didn't know. People start the Posada everyone is in prayer I see Franz sneaking of, he has a candle its lit I follow. Franz tries lighting a bush on fire I blow his candle out frantically. I bring him back he makes noise I release him. It's not worth the embarrassment his candle is out.

We eat(I actually never ate) and I get Maeve. We blast the music instant dance party. We all dance for hours all night and I mean all night till really late! I'm sing and dance all night I start a conga line, we pick up about a mile of people(ok well really like twenty people).

By the third hour of none stop dancing my voice is almost gone. I talk with Ivan for a while and we talk about a bracelet brands and other random stuff, I am not mad at him anymore. Were friends again. We chase Axel and then Maeve and I go back to the dance floor.

So the Posada was a huge success we had the time of our lives. I can't speak though because I lost my voice. This devastates me. I have never lost my voice. I live to speak , speaking lives for me. So I need to get it back soon because I have a wedding today and Maeve and I are going to dance all night! I'm so happy I got flats for that dress I almost go these sky high heels. I would die if I had to dance in those, my feet are killing me. I love flats.

So alls well that ends well!

-Sofi

Song to listen to- This Is War (30 Seconds To Mars)

Random Fact- In Czechoslovakia, there is a church that has a chandelier made out of human bones.

Surf's Up with Levi the Poet

Currently, I'm going through my Beach Boys Stage.  I have one every year.  They make me feel happy and giddy and chill!  Those are atypical, but, nevertheless, welcome feelings for me.  If Brian Wilson was still young and I was the fangirl type, I would send him passionate love letters, revealing my intense, unparalled admiration for him.  Since I am as much the fangirl type as Brian Wilson is still young, I do not.  And I don't see myself doing it in the future.

What does this have to do with our Indie Artist of the Week, you ask?

Nothing at all, I just felt like mentioning it.  

Ivan the Poet is the Indie Artist of the Week.  I don't remember how I stumbled upon his work, but I'm glad I did.  Seriously, he has more energy and passion than Axl Rose!  He makes me want to do something big and change things and look into deep, dark, ugly places of myself that I would rather ignore.  

Quite different from the inspiration I get from my sweet old Beach Boys...

Anyways, go friend him on Myspace

                     or become a fan on Facebook

                     or follow him on Twitter

                     or follow his blog

And then listen to "Good Vibrations" and feel happy and superficial again.

Christmas Movies

So closer and closer comes that holiday that everyone loves, Christmas.

And more and more stupid movies just suffocate me to death.

Do any of you hate Christmas movies? I love the Rudolf movies and the Kris Kringle ones but most of the are just so so so so so so so so annoying. So there are three types of typical Christmas movies.

1. The kids are motherless the dad is always working so the dad hires a nanny then the nanny and him are kinda falling in love when he needs to go to a meeting and his kids are like,"Dad Christmas you have to stay!" and he's like here are a hundred dollars I love you and the nanny is like,"Don't leave us Bill!" and then his flight is cancelled and he falls in love with her and he throws his cell in the snow and proposes and she brought the joy of Christmas back and they understand the true meaning of Christmas!

2. The parents are never their so then Santa comes and tells them that he's going to make it all better and then they all learn a lesson.

3. Someones single and then one of Santa's off springs has to get married so they fall in love but the other one was a none believer so they keep it a secret then they tell then their in shock then they kiss then the parents are all humbugy so the humbugy parent learns to love Christmas and they all fall in love!

You see why I hate most Christmas movies?

Anyways have a holly jolly Christmas and try not to let your brain ooze threw your ears when you watch all the cheesy movies out there!

Beware of movies and may the force be with you,

Sophia K.

If You See Me Under a Bridge in 15 yrs, Please Have Mercy

Co blogger Josette and I were having a very casual text conversation the other day.  We have them a lot.  She's a good texter.  She's also ridiculously practical.

"So what do philosophers do?" she asked me.

"They write books, they give lectures, they teach classes."

"Yeah, but how do they make money?  How are you going make money?"

"Didn't I just answer that?  They write books, they give lecture, they teach classes..."

"This is how you plan on making a living?"

You can't really see people when your texting.  But, God, I sensed the hugest eye roll on the planet.  Because Josette has them mastered so well, she can practically see her brain when she rolls her eyes.  It's quite impressive.  Maybe she could give me classes.  Oh wait, I won't have money for classes. 

I wish I could say this is the first time someone's asked me how I think I'm going to feed myself after I rattle off about my potential careers.  It's not.  It's the first time from Josette.  It's the 200th time from a human being.  My parents probably make up 57% of that number (yeah, I counted).  I don't even have a job yet, I'm not even out of the house yet, and my little brothers already call me "The Poor One."

Who am I to deny them?  My younger sister and my younger brother already have part time jobs.  My younger, younger brothers sell stuff.   My five year old brother somehow makes money.  (I don't know how, but I think it's illegal)

And me?  I bite my nails, and nervously wonder if I should just start applying for welfare now.  Some philosophers are successful.  Aristotle was successful.  He got to teach Alexander the Great.  I could teach Malia and Sasha Obama.

In the mean time, I just make lists.  The following might save me if Mr. President decides not to hire me.

1.  Waitress at the Hard Rock Cafe:  The food kind of sucks, but free music all day long will compensate.

2.  Cobbler:  I've wanted this one since I was five.  And I'll never have to buy shoes ever again.

3.  Gardener:  I like plants!  They like me!  I don't like bugs, though.  This may or may not pose a problem.

4.  Mime:  It's probably below minimum wage, but you guys will help, right?  Right?

5.  High School Teacher:  I was probably dropped as a child, because I really like this idea.

The funny thing  is, these are probably the most practical ideas I have.  I really want to be a painter or an art historian, or a photographer.  I might want to be a journalist.  I kind of want to write children's literature.  My cousin rode her bike around South America and took pictures of all the sights she saw.  Isn't that awesome?

It's also not going to make me money.  

But at the end of the day, I don't really care for nice clothes, or nice makeup.  I don't care too much for gadgets.  And library cards are free, right?  If all else fails, I can live with my parents.  It's only a big humiliating deal in this country.  And neither of them of are from this country.

Or I'll just live off of Sofi.  There are no chances of Sofi not succeeding in life. 

So there Josette.

thanksgiving is all a LIE!!!!

Thanksgiving is over, and so is the complimentary vacation. The extra time on my hands let the future philosopher in me take free rein of my... uh... brain.  And I came to the following conclusions:

1.  Thanksgiving is really only about eating.  Pilgrims, prosperity, blah blah blah, is only an excuse to eat turkey and then use the extra time to starve yourself in order to lose the extra ponds. Yes, all about eating eating eating, turkey, pumpkin pie, potatoes, and cranberry sauce.  (I, for one, do not eat  meat, and was thankful for it because my parents bought a raped turkey.) So from now on I will not capitalize the holiday, because it's not that important.


2. One week of vacation is not enough to feel refreshed and rested.  7 days is barely enough to get used to having nothing to do!  I could not find a solution for this problem, other than 1.) extending vacation time, which would be rejected by authority, especially since Christmas vacation is so close, or  2) Eliminating the vacation time altogether.  I don't need to explain why I immediately rejected this idea myself, in my head, before even presenting it to someone else.

So, the issue remains unresolved, and I have failed as a philosopher.  But I will not give up world!

Hahahah!

Has anyone seen this???

OK so this little girl turns in her school work to her teacher.

What does this look like to you?

Aha a lady pole dancing and people giving her money.

This is what it says below,

Dear Mrs. Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.

I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.

From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith

Imagine being a teacher and receiving this from a student.

Mrs. Jones may never look at that family the same.

-Sophia

December, December!

Wow this year has gone by so fast! It seems like yesterday I was at that New Years party.

So how was everyone Thanksgiving?? Hope it was good! Mine was good. It was tiring but it was fun.

So since I have nothing specific to tell you guys.....I'm going to......hm what I'm I going to do?

Oh got it! I'm eating carrots with this dip and the dip is a dip I made so I'll tell you how to make it!

You are going to need:

2 big spoons of Mayo

5 limes( I put lime in everything I eat so start with 2 and see how much more you want)

Cilantro, like a handful of leaves and then chop them up.

Preparation-

Take the cilantro and chop it up, then add the mayo, cut the limes , squeeze the limes into the bowl with the cilantro and mayo. Music together and enjoy!

Questions asked about this fabulous recipe!

Is it healthy?

Answer: Yes it should be I got it from the South Beach Diet book. Just make sure you don't eat it all it's quite addictive.

How thick should it be?

Answer: Well that all depends on how thick you want it. Mine came out very watery because I used so many limes. But you really can't mess it up that bad so just add on however much mayo or cilantro you want until its at the consistency you want.

Is it really addictive?

Answer: Yes it is addictive probably more addictive than smoking.

OK so there you have it!

Oh and have any of you seen the THE BOX?? It is so so good!

Thank you,

Sophia Kamel

Thanks

First off, I would like to apologize for not posting, but it's been hectic. So now for my post.


Tomorrow is Thanksgiving when the Indians and the Pilgrims got together and ate a bunch of food. There has recently been a turn of events in my life that has made me realize that  I have so much more to be thankful for than I am. You know, sometimes you just take things for granted. 


 For 8 years, my siblings and I have been fortunate enough to have a private gym teacher, Ms. Karen, who comes to our house to give us a class. We jog and do push ups and "harder stuff" for a while and then we play a game. Miss Karen's husband was just offered a job. Now, I am happy for Mr.Otto but this job happens to be in Oman. Now you can imagine my distress when my gym teacher that I have known for ages and that has been such an inspiration and incredible influence in my life is moving to Oman.


 So this Thanksgiving, I realized that everything changes in life. This year has been a year of many changes for me. And this one will be the hardest for me. When Miss Karen told me over the phone I nearly dropped it and as soon as she hung up I burst into tears. Then she came over to have class with us and I burst into tears in front of her. Miss Karen and I have been together for years and in all the years I have not once seen her cry, not even when she pulled her hamstring right off her bone. And when Miss Karen (almost) cried silently, this made me want to cry harder but she told me to stop. 


So this Thanksgiving count your blessings because they can disapear within a five minute call. 


Miss Karen leaves in January and I'm going to enjoy every single class I can with her.


Don't just count your blessings tomorrow but always think about how fortunate you are. Even if you don't have much you still have these three things.
1. Life
2. Someone who loves you and or all your fingers
3. A computer to read this blog.


Thank you,
Sophia(even though this says Maria T. Its really me I was to lazy to switch users.)


P.S. Miss Karen if your reading this I love you verrrry verrrrry much!!!!

Short Poem of Night

Gloomy dusk

Filled with fears

Thrusting blindness upon us

Dreams of peace

Nightmares of despair

With glittering stars of hope

Randomness from the Random Queen's sister

I'm too sleepy to write a coherent post.

1.  I got a Blogger update.  It's cool.  And silver.  I like silver.  It has nice buttons or whatever.  I like the nice buttons or whatever too.  I feel sophisticated.  I like feeling sophisticated (unless it involves doing my hair.).  I like my updated Blogger dashboard.

2.  Golly, Kurt Cobain looks so much better blonde.  And Kurt Cobain is pretty near the top of my list of attractive rockers.  Courtney Love was pretty too.  Please people, plastic surgery is not the solution to you emotional problems!

3.  I saw the coolest bug today!  It was the cutest caterpillar ever! I wanted to hug it to my chest, except its adorable fuzzines would burn the skin off my body.

 So I did not hug it.  I just looked at it.  Which was not too easy to do, because it was getting dark, and I forgot to put my glasses on...

3.  ...Which brings me to I forget EVERYTHING.  Yes, I forget my math homework.  I forget the capital of Georgia, I forget dates, I forget to put my iPod away (four little munchkins with itchy little munchkin fingers... need I say more?), I forget where I put, oh, I don't know, everything I friggin' own.  The only stuff I remember is deemed useless.  Like last Thanksgiving, when my cousins Mark, a photographer, and Rosie, a lawyer, came.  We were driving them home from the airport, and we pass by this grocery store chain called H-E-B.

"Rosie look!" Mark says, "They have a place called Heb!"

"It's H-E-B, Mark," says Rosie.

"Heb sounds cool.  Ooh, Heeb sounds better!"

"You can't call it Heeb, Mark," says Rosie, "That's like calling Vons Vans."

"H-E-B is stupid.  Heeb is awesome."

So we ended up going to Heebs H-E-B and you would have thought we were going on a field trip!  We lost Mark every five minutes.  We found him talking to this lady passing out free samples.

"So you're getting married this Saturday?" he asks Sample Lady.

"Uhu."

"So do you have a photgrapher?"

He honest to goodness asked her that.

"Oh God," said Rosie, pulling me away.

Ahh, that was a good Thanksgiving. Twelve people were crammed into our tiny house, and I had to use my laptop to watch The Great Gatsby because the TV was hogged, of course, and I ate too much, but I always eat too much for Thanksgiving.

It was awesome, man.

So now I guess this post is long enough.  Right?  God, I hope so.

The Power of Truth

The Cage

I am a bird. I am a captivated bird. Spending my countless days, frantically roaming around my cage, scoping out an escape is what I do best. My deepest desire is that my owner just inserts the key, and opens the door.

It was a Tuesday evening, my parents had already fallen asleep and the unsupervised darkness screamed of trouble. My brother and sister were lounged around on the sofas, brainlessly watching television, I being myself, was wandering around the kitchen, digging for a midnight snack. After I had found my pot of gold, I needed a silver spoon to match. I suppose I was picky to the extreme where the one fork I wanted was dug under numerous pots, dishes and cups placed in the dish rack. In my attempts to release the fork, it hit a pot, knocking over a dish, slightly tapping a small vase on the counter. Unfortunately, this vase was so slim that it toppled over, hitting the larger vase beside it. The two vases hit the flour and smashed into a million fragments. The larger vase was a family air loom passed down to my mother by her grandmother. At this point, Josette Bird is worrying about the time spanned of her imprisonment.

In the morning, when my mother had asked what the loud noise was, I attempted to convince her that it was nothing more than me clumsily falling on the ground. Josette Bird has now crashed into the metal cage walls. She is able to pick herself back up and, slightly damaged, continues to waltz around the cage. My mother believed my false story until the afternoon when she saw a few stray pieces of glass on the flour, ordering an explanation. I had to come up with something instantly, so I told her that it was nothing more than a dish that had fallen. Josette Bird instantly rams right into her prison bars. Mom believes this portion of my tangled web of lies for no more than two hours. The vase was very important to her. Therefore, it didn’t take her long to realize its disappearance.

I was in an extreme predicament. I had to come up with something on the top of my head. So, of course, I blurt out the only thing I can possibly think of, “Andrew did it!” My brother is younger than me so it was believable. Sadly, Josette Bird has just had a terrible accident and has fallen on her head. She is near her death. I am free for the rest of the day. But, the next morning, my sister’s ignorance ruins it all. She asks my mother, “So are you still upset that Josette broke your vase?” From here on out, there is nothing more I can do. I must confess my mistakes and speak the horrid truth to my mother. Josette Bird’s owner has decided it is unfair to keep her crammed up, tortured and stressed in her tiny confined cage. The owner opens her cage and sets Josette Bird free. Later on that evening, my mother informed me that she was very upset, at first that her vase was gone, but she was recovering. She was, however, still upset that I had lied immensely to cover up my wrong doing.

Honesty is one of the few things in this world we have full control over. Each individual has the power to be truthful or to be a liar. It is our choice of how we use this delicate power. We just need to keep one thing in mind. Birds deserve to be set free and so does the truth.

For your enjoyment...

Can Wait For Dinner

So you probably read the title and said,"Oh, she probably means can't wait for dinner." But no, I don't. My Dad is probably thrilled about dinner, but I am this close (holding up my finger to indicate an inch) to becoming vegan. You see, I don't like to be reminded of what I'm eating when I'm eating it. I would like to think it was never alive but that won't be so easy tonight. Why, you may ask? This is why.

That is a Red Snapper from the far off land of Costco. This is what has my sister considering switching from a vegetarian to a complete vegan and me never eating a fish again. Which really stinks because my favorite food is sushi. So, just to make it worse, this thing has eyes that were staring right at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm still clinging to the miracle that my mom goes with Maria's idea and throws it in our pool. Even though I would never swim in it again its better than this.

So tell me about the worst dinner your family has ever had! I am now curious. One of the worst lunches I have ever had was made by yours truly. I put angel hair pasta in the water before it was hot enough and it got really mushy {Editor's note: Mushy does not describe the mess it was}. So I was like, "No biggie! There's plenty of tomato sauce and there are meat balls that will mask the taste!"

My brothers wont let me make them pasta anymore.

And other news! My mom is feeling better so don't loose hope in the volcano! I am building the structure! I would of blown this off but a) I already said I would and b) Someone by the name of Amanda wishes to see the volcano go BOOM! So Amanda I will get it to go KABOOM! by the end of this week unless I die from swine flu. Which really doesn't seem all that bad considering I have a German test this Friday. Who gives kids a test on Friday the 13th??? But MountMarveloddity will go boom!

Thank you,

Sophia

The post that I was supposed to post a long time ago...

Actually, I already did this. But I accidentaly erased it. So it's here again, for your enjoyment.

A few words before you listen. You have to be deep to get it. So please, be deep, let me know what you think, and go. Go, friend Sir Hathaway on Myspace, become a fan on Facebook, all those social utility sites that I don't use. Please, and thank you.

Part 2: Green Cars, Funerals, and Mint!

Let's get straight to it, folks!

You write quite a bit about vehicles in your blog. Do you have any ideas over “green”

cars that can be built in the future? What would your ideal car be?

I think green vehicles will be the technology of the future, and that, in some decades, 

we will only see ecologically friendly vehicles in the streets of developed nations. 

There exist many people in the world that are worried about this, and I think that when 

ecologically friendly vehicles become more accessible and safe, people will opt for 

“green” cars. The world needs a lot of help, what with all of the pollution and extinction 

of plants and animals every year.

Do you have any heroes? And if you do, why are they?

Yes, I have some heroes.

I have three heroes: Richard Branson, Bill Gates, and Dr. Temperance Brennan (the 

fictional character of Bones).

Richard Branson is my hero because he has a great personality and always tries to be 

authentic. I think authenticity is a very important virtue. It’s fantastic to me that he 

donates so much money and that he's creating his own pollutant free island: Necker 

Island. He’s a very exciting individual and I really like him. I assume you know who 

he is. He’s the president of Virgin Group (with Virgin Airlines, Virgin Atlantic, Virgin 

Space, and all the other Virgin brands). I’ve listened to him several times and he’s 

always inspired me, or, at least, made me laugh.

Bill Gates is my hero because I love computing and I believe he’s one of the most 

influential people in the world. I think what he’s doing for the world is very important: 

all his contributions (of millions of dollars) which collaborate with our planet are very 

important. 

Dr. Temperance Brennan is my hero because I love how she works and acts in decisive 

situations. Besides this, I love the series and I think her character is very important to 

the show. 

I’m not sure if I should ask this, because it tends to offend people. But I think it’s a 

very interesting question! Have you ever thought of your funeral? How do you want it 

to be?

Yes, I love to think about my funeral, in fact, I’ve even considered being a forensic 

scientist at some pint. Well, in reality, I would rather never die. I would like to live 

forever. I have too sweet a life to think of dying. But I do believe in God, and I know 

that one day, we will all die, unfortunately. But, I don’t want anyone to cry in my 

funeral, and for everyone to be happy, because I think I’ll be okay.

Since Argentina is one of the most cultured countries in Latin America, I’m sure you 

will go to college. What would you like to study? What do you hope your contribution 

will be to this world so in need of help?

Actually, I don’t know if I’ll go to college here in Argentina. I would like to study in 

Europe or the United States. I would like to study something related to technology, 

because it is fascninating and still growing- I think I always liked it, and computing has 

given me much joy and many friends. 

I hope that my contribution to the world will be the best that I can give. In some years, 

I expect to create an organization to help autistic people and another to help ecology. I 

think it’s necessary that we as teenagers realice that society and nature need us.

Tell us something we don’t know about you:

I’m addicted to chocolate and mint!

He didn't get offended at my funeral question!!!! He's actually thought about it!!! 

Can you hear me say kindred spirit?

Postpone

I have to postpone the volcano my mom is sick and I have no mentos or sprite. But it should erupt this week I hope.

I apologize for the delay but the interview we had with Brian is being posted today as soon as my sister (MT) wakes up! So that's something to look forward too!

Thank you,

Sophia Kamel

You guys can breath easy now.

So I'm back. Unfortunately, because I hadn't had my fill of fun, but it's good to be back home. I was not on vacation, FYI, I was at a conference. This one to be precise. (Sophia-She doesn't need her fill of fun I do, she should of stayed with me and gone to see The Box with me, the more important one.)

*Update* Sofia vandalized my post before it was even finished. That's sisterly love for you. I was not on vacation, I was working. I barely had time to go to the bathroom or eat, let alone relax. It was awesome though. I met a lot of wonderful people, learned a lot about the music industry, and now have a better understanding of inspiration and art. And Sofia would not let me forget that she was angry at me for leaving. There was not one time I called when she didn't answer with the following:

"Offices of the Abandoned Sister, how may I help you?"

Not even on my flight back.

Seriously, man, this comes to show how much people need my company. Or my tech support. I'd like to think it was the first one.

She is back!

My happiness has been restored; my sister is back! This makes me very happy so I think I may go and buy an insane amount of mentos, sprite, vinegar and baking soda. I am going to make a foil volcano and throw in the baking soda and mentos, then I am going to take a liter of sprite and have MT take the gallon of vinegar and pour it in!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will also post the video. Cant wait, now I need to go get mentos and sprite and baking soda!

Thank you,

Sophia

What Will MT Say?

I am now trying to imagine what MT will say to me when she comes back from her trip and takes a look at the blog. Either she will praise me for taking care of it while she was off on vacation and neglecting her duties, or she's going to flip,"Oh my God Sophia, do you know how many celebrity pictures you have on here? Were not a celebrity blog!" Well I just have to wait till 2pm today to see.....

Sophia

Funny pic of the day------> I'm still trying to figure out what a peacock and Batman have to do with each other?

Celebrity With The Wierdest Wardrobe

So you all know who this is. Yes, Lady Gaga. Personally, I'm not a fan of her or her music in fact I thinks most of it is just perverted. But I have to say she does get props for the creativity she puts into her ridiculous and wacky wardrobe. Even though it's all ugly.

Cacaw! Cacaw I'm a crow!
She's a Zorro wannabe.
Wearing a bow is lady like, not wearing pants is trashy.
Its a button on her head. I would of never done that, see creative but ugly?!
I think she cut of the other half of her dress?
What is this?
She's a volcano.
I dont know what this is but its really ugly.
I remember him from Sesame Street.
Argg I'm a Cullen!
Preforming at the VMA's with an interesting choice.
Isnt she hot in there?
More braids!
Thanks,

Sophia!

Celeb Bad Hair

So for my last post of the day is on hair. Here it goes!

Braided to the extreme on Gwen!

Good heavens Heather you look like a character from the Grinch.
This is a wheelbarrow on someones head!
I don't what this is?
Curly hair malfunction.

That's a wrap!

Thanks readers!

Sophia

This is why your Fat (More like obese)

I got these from a website called thisiswhyyourfat.com And let me tell you there was so much worse. So this is why people are fat, but the more I thought about it I decided this is why they are obese.

This is one of the monstrosities you will see today. I will tell you more about it later.

The Twinkie Casserole, sweet on the inside sweet on the outside and capable of killing!

Twinkie Sushi! Now this one was kinda cute.
I'm not sure what that is but its disgusting. Now you want to know whats more repulsive than the supper fatty pizza burger thing? The people in the back round eating it.
Now this one is called the quadruple whoper! And look it comes with fries! So the heart attack you get after eating it will be fatal too!
Calories, calories and more calories!
This one didn't look that bad until I found out it was stuffed with snickers.
The Peanut butter french toast. that thing is bigger than her waist, well not for long.
So these may not look that bad but they're really cookies with nuttela and heavy cream and ice cream and chocolate fudge and I don't know about 5,000 calories?!
This is green tea ice cream wrapped in pound cake and deep fried. Now you see I love green tea ice cream. But this has ruined the health factor for me.
This my Friends El Nino there is supposed to be a squiggly thing over the second 'n' but I don't know how to do that. So this is a pizza with ground beef, sour cream, lettuce, tomatoes and cheese.

This is a hot dog wrapped in a tortilla deep fried and topped with mayo. Yuck.

The hot dog infused with cheese and then deep fried.

A deep fried chocolate cake with heavy whip cream and syrup.
I honestly don't know what that is but it looks disgusting.
The Doughnut Ice Cream Cake. See all the doughnuts in there?
The marshmallow chocolate pizza.
See this one was the least horrible its just strawberry cheese cake in a cup.
This thing is really repulsive so I'm not going to even try to guess whats in there.
French toast with snickers and marshmallows.

The bacon infused onion ring.

OK that's it you can go to thisiswhyyourfat.com to see more but my stomach wont take much more so thank you and stay away from foods that look like this because odds are they will kill you.

Eat safely,

Sophia

Food to eat-Cesar Salad with a panini!

Food to avoid at all costs- Anything above.