Running Out of Time

I'm craving some time to hang out with my friends but I don't think its going to happen anytime soon....

School is driving me insane! Every teacher asking for more out of me, I can barely give more to myself. I feel that I'm capable of getting good grades and being that "great" student but why is it not happening for me. Am I doing anything right?
The stress is firing back, its hurting me. I've found a way to control it but not an ideal way. It is the only time that I feel I have power. I make myself feel above all else, but in reality, its just bringing me down a twisting spiral. Will I be able to climb back up? How am I supposed restrain my self from the sense of relief?
All these questions but no answers......I really just wish my life could turn around. I want my memories back again.

El Sur

El sur otherwise known as the south, was probably one of the most memorable experiences in my life.
From the places  seen, to the people met, and the history heard, I had learned so much. Besides learning about the country's past I built different futures. Futures of new friendships, and stronger friendships.

I never would have expected to come close to some people. But I definitley expected that a room full of four nut heads would be the crazy yet so bizzarely wonderfull. Rachel, well, three capitalized letters, ADD. Erica, started off some interesting conversations 8=D, if you know what I mean. Corinne, the vegetarian who had chicken and waffles, without chicken. Sarah, boobs. And lastly me, Somewhere along all these lines. I love these girls to death and I want them to know that they are the reason I wake up in the morning and go to school, they are my motivation. Without them, I'd be nothing. I want to forever thank them for being themselves and being my friends.

Oh, and Graceland should be dubbed, House of Orderly Cheesiness.
Thank you, Thank you very much

Chicken n' Waffles

The annual 11th grade South Trip is tomorrow!!!!!
Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennesee here we come.
Step 1: It took me about 24 hours to pack....but guess what I'm done and it all fit into my small suitcase.
Step 2: It wasn't as easy as you think
Step 3: Stocked up on snacks for the plane ride
Step 4: Getting to the airport on time
Step 5: So many steps......Go through Sahcurityy
Step 6: Wait around and mingle
Step 7: Board the plane
Step 8: Land!!!!!!!
Now that I've gone over the steps I can tell you that once all 120 of us arrive in Atlanta, Georgia our fun will begin. This is going to be a once in a life time experience and I'm so happy I could be a part of it. As the day's go by I'll be sure to let you know how its going. Well South here I come, hope you're expecting me.

Thank God You're Here

All day I was filled with excitement, wanting for the class trip to come sooner. I am walking into AP Art wondering why teachers and students are frantically running out of the campus. Without much consideration for the matter I walk in to class, pull out my new Sharpies and begin a new piece. Suddenly, from word of mouth, I discover that there has been an accident. A student involved. An eleventh grader (causing more and more worry). A black Range Rover. Right then and there I knew it was Ashkan, the thoughts running through my mind could only bring me back to the memories of Adir. Not another loss, I wouldn't be able to handle it. I didn't know what to do with myself, I ran out of the room crying my way to the rest room. Was he okay? Who's fault was it? Would I ever see him again? Seconds later a few friends burst in, in an attempt to calm me down. He was okay, alive, I hadn't lost a friend. Finnaly relaxed, I was glad to know that I would be spending my next week in the South without missing pieces to the puzzle. I'm ready to make memories, never ready to let them go.

Sushi!!!!

What better way then to share time with family over a spicy tuna hand roll and some yellowtail?
Iroha Sushi of Tokyo in Studio City is the way to go....
Get there ASAP and start making some memories!

ありがとう

Come Outside, It's a Surprise

Being a teenager I am prone to over dramatization of not being able to go to a party. I get a text at 9:42 p.m. from a friend saying come outside we are going to the party. I frantically run up to my grandma begging her to let me go, but she sides with my mom, "I can only let you go if mom says yes," she says in her Russian accent. My hopes suddenly macerated, there was no chance of me being able to leave. I reply to my friend letting him know that I would not be able to go with him, but with an optimistic reply he says come outside. He showed up anyways. I promenade out to the front of my building, there he his with another friend of mine. Ori, sporting a new pair of glasses and Adam whose Mustang says it all. We talked, made jokes, and talked some more. I scanned my watch to check the time and almost an hour has gone by. We were able to talk all night without attentiveness to how much time has gone by, what I cherish the most in my friendships. Though I wasn't able to party it up in Tarzana, I had a splendid time talking it out in Studio City.

Mustache in the Snow

You may be wondering "what weirdo calls their blog Mustache in the Snow?"...Well this weirdo does. Sitting in my room, staring at my snowglobe collection, I found my self pondering upon my memories, suddenly I am overcome with fear. Why you may ask, I now worry that I may not be able to remember the memories I have made. Every one of my 63 and counting snowglobes have been purchased either by a friend or family member making their memories or myself adding onto my collection of memories. My most recent globe, a Mustache, compelling due to its ambiguous nature. It was given to me by 2 of my bestfriends for my birthday. A mustache to represent our bizzare and amusing humor, a symbol of friendship that I want to remember for years to come. So with this Mustache in the Snow I begin to chronicle my memories and experiences, here goes.