More on my life...

OK so I don't have any pics this time and I know that's kinda disappointing, but for those of you that know our family, you are very aware that we have serious technological issues. Our computers have died who knows how many times, but somehow have been revived, only to die again. Mom's laptop has all our pictures and stuff but it has recently drawn its last breath...for the last time. Basically, any pictures I would have had, I no longer do. But it doesn't really matter, because I have a story to tell. A couple actually. And these stories don't really need pictures, which is good, because I didn't take any.
First story: Tenery has a friend named Monique. Monique is Jewish. Monique has a brother named Ruben. Ruben is now 13. As Jewish custom, when a lad is turning the ripe age of 13, they have a Bar Mitzvah to celebrate his becoming a man. Actually, Tenery doesn't really know, because it was pretty much in Hebrew. What wasn't in Hebrew was in Spanish. So, as you can imagine, Tenery understood practically nothing. Tenery honestly did not know what was going on at all! Anyway, then there was the party. This party was basically a lot of dancing and drinking. And for all of you that know Tenery, you pretty much know that if it was up to her, she would spend her whole life dancing and drinking. So you can imagine what fun those 5 (that's five, by the way) hours were for her. Now some of you may think Tenery is speaking derrogatively (is that a word?) about this event, and you may think her a mean person for talking about a tradition from another religion that way, but she's not. Tenery loves Jews. Most of her graduating class are Jewish. She just had no idea what was going on. She does have one thing to say: The Jewish synagogue was way cool (that has a double meaning: interestingly cool and freezingly cool).
The End
Second story: Once upon a time, there was a movie made, and this movie was called Twilight. When this movie came out, many people went to see it. Among these people there was a girl named Tenery. She went to see this movie with her friends. She had read the books and had low expectations. However, since she saw that movie, her life will never be the same. She tends to hyperventilate sometimes when she thinks about...him. She has an extremely hard time forming coherent thoughts and sentences when thinking about him, and basically, don't expect anything wise to come out of her at this time...She does realize that her life will be a tad disappointing, because she's having a hard time accepting the fact that he's not real, and that he never will be...but you know what? Neither do I, but go see it, it's amazing!
The End
Moral of the story: Twilight changed my life; it could change yours too!