So not knowing who we are makes us motivated individuals that have goals and aspirations, constantly testing the waters and pushing our boundaries to see what we can accomplish and what we can think, and see how we interact with other changing people.

It is always nice to have a friend point out that shallow people don't wonder they are shallow.

Ha!-shallow moment--> Am currently pink and slightly sunburnt (Who knew that one could get a sunburn from sitting in the frickin shade?). It doesn't hurt too bad, as is slight, but my face continues to (ugh......UGH) peel. I feel like Goldmember in Austin Powers three -- "oooh thatsh a good one...put it in the shkin box!"--UGH UGH I detest Goldmember because he is yuck disgusting and my skin is yuck disgusting. I shudder every time I think about it.
The hilarious thing is that my makeup is for a time that the temperature is zero degrees and I never see the light of day (eg its pale) so bam! no makeup -- and i'm ready three minutes faster!

A few random observations about Florida--
--people live in houses with screen doors for their garage doors...quite clever, actually
--every other person has some sort of a permanent pool
--people drive very fast, but hey, the speed limit is 70 (unlike my homestate)
--things are slow here (uhh, except the driving). I mean, sure it is Florida, and Florida=leisure.
--more than half the people leave during the summer. THEY'RE RETIRED!
--"Going to the Beach" happens very often.
--at schools, you have to walk outside every so often to get to class

and that is all for now....
Will do homework now. no, will eat lunch then go shopping.
hehe, bye

woot. becky now knows the antiderivative of ln!!

note about previous entry:
author is not assuming that she is, or will ever be as intelligent or smart as Einstein. it is merely an example of extreme un-shallowness.
Did Einstiein have shallow moments?
Are shallow people really shallow? Is there such thing as a shallow person?
Since I worry so much about being shallow, does that mean that I am? Am I ever not-shallow?

Again, I pose the question, do you ever wonder who you really are?

Anyway, went to Sarasota Florida the other day, and that is the same place where that girl was kidnapped a while ago in front of a car wash. Just thought i'd mention it.

Was watching TV the other day--actually shall word that differently. Was sitting on couch while little sister was watching TV--and the cartoon when Scooby Doo and his crew were all little kids was on. Now, I'm sure that the intentions of this show were to fill some air time, pay some mediocre animators, and just prolong the excitement of Mystery Inc. But anyway, the pintsized crimefighters were solving a mystery about missing dolphins, and the mysterious headless skateboarder that moaned "Duuuuuude! Go away duuuuuuudes!" (however much more annoyingly than Crush from Finding Nemo.) in an attempt to hinder the efforts of the cute little friends. Eventually (now hold on to your socks) the kids discovered that the dolphins were being used to transport drugs (not oriental rugs, DRUGS). Does this bother anyone else? At least the bad guy that used drugs and was caught, and anytime the drugs were mentioned, little Scooby said, "Yuk, (D)Rugs!"
Now, I feel that if this had been on a worthwhile show such as Spongebob Squarepants or Jimmy Neutron, the show would have been booted from the air for an indetermined amount of time.

will leave you with wonderful song by Styx--

Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what's happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.

But don't be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same.
We're all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same.
We're all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we'll stop to ponder what on Earth's this spell we're under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are
--Styx "The Grand Illusion"

Ben Kweller CD comes out in ONE WEEK!!

bye!

Mwahahahaha!
Now that I have turned the world against Spaghettio's I can have them all to myself! And who cares if I lose all of my fingers and hemorrage to death! I will have my O's!

Is it obvious I am in the morbid AP English class?

So, woot, I'm in sunny Forida where the temperature is very nice and wonderful. My aunt got married yesterday, on the beach, with all of the sunbathers watching. The wedding was so much fun, and so was the party. Oh, and so was wearing a dress in 85 degree weather.

hehe

The only problem that is going, or rather has, arised from this is the enormous quantities of homework that my teachers have bestowed upon me. I am just happy I am not my sister attempting to catch up in American Studies. By the way, does anyone happen to know the antiderivative of natural log?

Did ya hear the one about how beaches are crawling with hot guys at spring break? Well, MYTH!

Speaking of four letter words, PROM is coming (aaaaack! Its coming--ITS COMING!!) and I think that it is so huge that it is only appropriate to refer to it in all caps. Dont consider me shallow because I'm freaking out about it, because Ilana has insured me that PROM is not shallow and I have been repeating the mantra "Einstein went to PROM, Einstein went to PROM" even though I'm probably lying to myself.

Oh I'm a horrible person to me.

Anyway, I'm kinda tired and have nothing profound to say today, especially about green beans.
Au revoir

What up?

So last night, while attempting to converge haloscan and blogger, things went awry. Horrible html appeared in random places. There were four "comments" for two entries. My hair turned purple.
Luckily (or is it "Lucky?") for me, Ilana was there, and guided my poor un-html/java/computer language soul through the darkness. Finally, after my oh so lovely AOL knocked me off--twice (isn't it sweet?)--it finally WORKED!!

I was overjoyed. The best part came when some guy named Tim from Japan saw my blog on Bloggers homesite under 10 most recently published and left me a comment. (thanks for the comment dude!)

How someone in Japan reads what I wrote is still blowing my mind.

Has the following scenario ever happened to anyone?
-So you are very happy, because sitting before you is a can of Spaghettios. Mmmm... So you open the can and pour the ooey red contents into a bowl. You go to get some saran wrap to cover the bowl in the microwave and lacerate yourself on the metal ridges on the box that you're supposed to rip the saran wrap off. So your hand has a cut on it, and you attempt to put the saran wrap on the bowl one-handedly, however, in this awkwardness, the saran wrap dips into the bowl of Spaghettios, so it is necessary to use your other hand. Doing this, some of the sauce springs up and lands on your laceration, causing it to bubble and fizz because of the high sodium count in the Spaghettios. This causes you to cuss very loudly, drop the saran wrap into the bowl of Spaghettios, and begin to cry. And why not? Your finger is now dangling off your hand, your Spaghettios probably have blood in them, and are not appetizing any longer, now you've got to clean up your lunch AND your finger...

I thought I was near death. Seriously.

Today in English we had to write about this question:
-You must get married within the next year. Who will you marry and why?

This is a horrible question to throw to teenagers, in my opinion, because there's enough pressure right now. What, with homework (that is optional to us), college, and you know what I mean.......now we have to get MARRIED!!??!

Here, fill out this form, now this is your life.

well, my teacher said it was all in good fun, just because it has to go with
Wuthering Heights. (Which, by a very hilarious ironic twist, is a "gothic romance")

My future husband, in case you are wondering, is *uber*romantic*sigh* Orlando Bloom. Mark your calendars for June 27th.

Now I must go do some optional homework.
bye!

I love coming home for lunch.

Get this--
I walked two miles yesteday on the treadmill. My distance was 2, displacement was 0, and I didn't go anywhere but up an ddown. Say I walk 2 miles outside today, but I end up back at home. My distance is still 2, my displacement is still 0, but I went somewhere. But what if I walked 2 miles somewhere and never came back? My distance is still 2, my displacement is now 2, and I am somewhere.
Weird.

ANYway, while walking I was listening to Queen--so very happy. Did you know that that crazy good song by Vanilla Ice (**ice*ice*baby**) started out as a Queen song? Its called "Under Pressure." I can give you some of the words here, but they are only half of the wonder. Gotta hear that song.

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out-Queen

well, bye

Yo

So here's the blog. Ever hear of wax poetic? I'm whacking.

Anyway, today was a beautiful day. My dad got out his guitar and jammed away....and I listened to him play Switchfoot, and other things. He's got "Meant to live" down. And "Dare you to Move," which is so beautiful. I closed my eyes and got lost within it.

Then went to Old Navy, annoyingly pressed for time, and returned a shirt I didn't even want to return. Why?

I'm still wondering.

Ever wonder who you really are?

bye


Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyones here,everyones here

Everybodys watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next? What happens next? -Switchfoot