now isnt this incredible? two new entries at one time! published one for yesterday but it didn't work, but seem to have "posted." so now will publish again, as am frenzied and need to vent.....

ok, so have to write this essay about Edna in "The Awakening." i am supposed to say that she is courageous and paving her own path....as opposed to being selfish and self-centered. My problem is that in order for her to be courageous and find her own way is to be selfish, to hold even a small part of her just for herself. Everyone in my class is saying how awful it is that she is so selfish and how she only thinks of herself. but she has just realized what it is like to breathe her own air (ooo, may use that), discovered what its like to not live "second-handedly" through other people and their satisfactions. The problem i'm facing is that i agree with the position that i am supposed to take but i cannot describe her as courageous without making her sound selfish...and that almost seems like not answering the prompt (there is another one that says to describe her as selfish). But, what is wrong with being selfish? Isn't there a difference for being greedy/doing things just for yourself so other people can't have them, and holding yourself close to you, doing what you absolutely love just for yourself and not to please others?

is any of it at all Christian?

got my copy of The Fountainhead out to quote, and discovered two frighteningly similar quotes. something about how "I would die for you, but I won't live for you"

oh.....its all very confusing.....i really should not have waited this long. you all might say that i have it all figured out, and just have to elaborate for an essay on this....but i feel just confused.

btw, read The Awakening, The Fountainhead, and Tintern Abbey. And "Birches" by Robert Frost too.

*sigh*........literature

bye

coordinate brain to mouth
and ask me what its like to have myself so figured out...
...wish I knew"
-Brand New

mmmmmm...went to work yesterday, went home, did french worksheet, went to bed.....at ten o'clock....was v. lovely

and i felt no remorse for all the homework waiting in my backpack. thats nice. don't live with regret.

however, that means tonight means homework! essay due friday!

wont bore you all with homework ramblings.

prom is this saturday!

ok, so the radio station has begun playing Switchfoot (awesomeawesome) and i could not help but feel...a loss....or something. I mean, its like i love Switchfoot and i want everyone to hear their message but i can't bear to do that if people aren't going to listen.

am going overboard now.....

read this and analyze like i did for ap english...or not
Tintern Abbey

goodbye

will be quick, as have to get back to school pretty soon, as am home for lunch. i know, i said i was busy, and i did do errands. but busy people need breaks, right?
well, if that is true then i must be awfully busy.

anway, went to wedding reception over the weekend, and it was fun, and i was probably the youngest adult/oldest child there. but, i was able to overlook that. danced to the DJ, because i love to dance, even though my sisters and cousins and i were the only ones dancing.
by the way, i have fulfilled the lifetime quotient for the electric slide AND that stupid MACARENA.

am finishing up with Egypt project today (hopefully)....it is due next monday......how the heck did it get this late?!? also my first AP test -- Calc -- is a week from this Wednesday. Then the next day is AP Lit.

will not feak out......will get enough sleep......will get 5's.......me, what, worry!?.....ommmmmmmmm.....

Prom is soon and am very excited!! am taking care of things for it, so should be all ready by Saturday!

was talking to Ilana at like, midnight last night, and she did something really cool to her blog that you HAVE to check out because she is totally featuring "Innocence Again" by Switchfoot!!! however, when i signed off IM i just had to play that song so pushed play on RealPlayer and turned the volume up...then when i was halfway thru the second time i turned and saw my mom telling me to turn the music down......shooooooot.....

so came home for lunch today and then played the song as loud as i wanted!!

here is another great Switchfoot song that i played with volume waay high:

"Erosion" by Switchfoot

Rain is a bad reminder of everything I don't want to know
Rain is a backseat driver that takes me where I don't want to go
And it looks like the sky is caving in again
I'm dry and cracked, the sky goes black
And tut, tut, it looks like rain
Erosion
Oh, sweet erosion, break me and make
Me whole

The thirstiest grounds can't take the rain
My undecided vices washing on down the drain
And it looks like the sky is caving in again
My heart is cracked, the sky goes black
And tut, tut, it looks like rain

Oh, erosion, would You wash away my sins?
Oh, erosion, I need a second shot again
Oh, erosion, would You break my heart again?
Oh, erosion, I am a broken-hearted man

gotta love it

bye!!

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Shakespeare, happy birthday to you!"

we shall not dwelt on the bard's death on this day as well, however

oh, haha, you know that French project that i was apparently "not on deck" for? WRONG. a girl went today and there were three people after her/before me and one kid has mono or something, one was prolly skipping, and one had accidentily deleted his disk.
soo....luckily i had completed my power point in study hall today, so said i had that and not my paper. thought would be docked, like, fifty points. and had not even prepared a speech.

but.....
french teacher said that was no big whup if no paper, as so many people ahead of me were gone 0:-)
woohoo!!!!!
and totally winged the presentation...haha

well, will be gone this weekend. i will be in homework-apstudyland. well, there and at my aunt's wedding reception.

well bye!

haha, am rebel. Went to school on senior skip day!
woot to all the other rebels!

thanks for the comments the other day about Columbine. Ilana, I really liked the speech. And if you haven't read the book, Cassie's "yes" is more incredible than you might think.

how awesome is this? i was supposed to give that darn French presentation last Friday and tomorrow is Friday and I still am not "on deck." Is v. good, as project is not nearly finished.
hehe

had geography map test today...on the former USSR! which means all the countries were like Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan and Moldova. Melinda saved my life in study hall by helping me study. seriously, could only match about four out of fifteen country/capitals.

What?! AP tests in less than two weeks!?!?

listened v. much to brave saint saturn lately, but had this song stuck (well, not really stuck, more like, playing joyfully) in my head today, so will do that instead. they sing really fast, so it took me a few listens to understand the meaning. but when i did, GREAT SONG.

The Supertones "Wilderness"

The rain falls on the righteous and the wicked
Mine is not to reason why this is
In this I rest in this I find my refuge
That my thoughts and ways are not His
I spend my life on looking up the answers
It's rare that I can't find a reason why
But reasons fail at children without mothers
His plan is more than I can know

Have you ever held in doubt
What this life is all about
Have you questioned all these things that seem
important to us
Do you really wanna know
Or are you a little scared
You're afraid that God is not exactly what you'd had
Him be
What should I hold to and what should I do
How do I know if anything's true
I'm somewhere in-between Canaan and Egypt
A place called the wilderness

I'm not one who always trusts their feelings
I don't believe in what you'd call blind faith
But faith that you can do all that you promised
And you said it all works for good
It's safe to say I don't see the big picture
I can't see the forest for the trees
And if five hundred lives
Were mine to get to know
You all could be spent on just this

God do you really understand what it's like to be a man
Have You ever felt the weight of loving all the
things you Hate
Have You struggled have You worried
How can You sympathize

I have spoken much too soon put my hand over
my mouth
I can't contend with You
Your ways are so much higher
And we pass through the fire that Christ endured
before us
When You were in the wilderness

au revoir, mes amis ;-)

feel like utter hypocrite. was in library today and needed to find a book for my sister and the author's last name was "Z" and i could not find the end of the alphabet. asked for help from peers, and was readily directed to a bookshelf that was right behind me.
could make excuses about how strangely the bookshelves are arranged in library, but when it comes right down to it, i could be the water-cups lady from Panera.


"I couldn't see anything when those guys came up to Cassie, but I could recognize her voice. I could hear everything like it was right next to me. One of them asked her if she believed in God. She paused, like she didn't know what she was going to answer, and then she said yes. She must have been scared, but her voice didn't sound shaky. It was strong. Then they asked her why, though they didn't give her a chance to respond. They just blew her away."

-From "She Said Yes," a book about a girl named Cassie that was killed at Columbine.

hello

soooo. went to bed late friday and saturday nights then woke up on my own accord the next morning, both days before 8:00. I'm not searching for pity, just answers for why my body repels sleep.

Listened to Switchfoot, like, the whole weekend. Driving myself into a state of thinking frenzy as don't know the meaning of life and what it all is supposed to be. Then, of course, if i did know the meaning of life, then what is the point of living and trying to figure it all out?
I listened to a lot of the old school stuff...it is all so incredible. I mean, the music brings light into so many dark things that it is seriously beautiful. (well, have you seen the "Meant to Live Video?" pretty much they are in a warehouse and destroying it and this bright light is coming in.)

anyway, am blaming lack of education-related thinking brain cells to lack of sleep. and am blaming the overabundance of life-related thinking brain cells on it as well. also lack of just plain common sense.

blah

was inadvertantly reminded over the weekend of a huge moral dilemma/inner turmoil that has been, well, "turmoiling" for eight months. can't discuss, won't discuss. Why the heck did I mention it then?
I guess because it is what I'm thinking about.

blah, again

prom is soon!!

Here is an old school Switchfoot song that I listened to probably 16 times or so over the weekend. *sigh*

"Innocence Again" by Switchfoot

Do you remember when
You were way back then
You held the world inside your hands
When you told me love
Was the strongest stuff
Your strength was innocence

But, oh man
The signs of the time are omens
You're starting the day in
No man's land again

Who are you gonna be?
When you're on your knees, who do you believe?
Fear is lonely man
You've been given innocence
You've given innocence again

You should know by now
That the darkest hour
Is when your broken heart goes down
It's a better end
When the sweet begins
Grace is sufficiency

But, oh dear we'll never deserve it
No dear, we never could earn it
Now, here the choice is yours

Grace is high and low
We'll never be the same

i love that song.

goodbye

Well, blogged happy :-) thought for the day, as seen below, but it is nearly midnight and I'm not really feeling like going to bed right now.

My little parakeet is freaking me out because she keeps tapping her beak against her food dish. However, all is not well in my cranky little bird, and I should be used to it by now after so many months of strange behavior. Or it could be endearing, or pshychotic, or whatever.

Well, my sister's confirmation was not all that hot and squashy in the church, but it was still long. Fortunealty, the bishop had a sense of humor. Well, that and a feeling that the teenagers of the world are condemned, or something. But reminded me of my faith at its strongest when I was in 10th grade.

oh gosh, HAVE to share observation at Panera the other day...
ok, so i love panera as much as the next girl. but sometimes i'm just not so sure about the other people that show up. you know, it is a bit more upscale, and i've noticed (screw no-stereotypes) that some people that have larger sums of money tend to think, well, they rule the world, or something.

so i'm waiting in line, trying not to look at the very attractive pastries, and this lady greets her friends with, "OHMIGOSH!! I thought you guys went somewhere else i was so worried i've been waiting like FIVE MINUTES!!!"

ok, lady

so then had just finished slipping straw thru drink lid when the same lady came over to the drink fountain, saying to her friend, "I've just got to get a cup, you know for ice water?" then she took one look at the machine, barely looking to the side of it and said, "what? there's no cups? they're ususally right there (spins around and demands of food preparer) where are your cups for ice water?" the guy looks baffled and just says "uuh, they should be on the other side of the pop machine" while the lady's friend says "oh here they are" after taking more than half a second of looking next to the pop machine.

Gee, I sure hope that presumptuous lady didn't hurt herself while jumping to conclusions.

Am v. disappointed in self as did not submit to CLAM. I mean, is a bit cheesy, but i sure like to write and i wish i could have put something in there. Gained some guts after taking Writer's Workshop about sharing work...then i begin to think about how i just like to write for myself. Grr...but i hear that sharing is a good thing, especially when i find i need encouragement about it. perhaps sometime i will put some stuff here...

ok, so when i will push the publish button, this page will publish, and then it will be dated, Saturday, April 17. v. interesting...but to me, since i have not gone to bed yet, it is still Friday, April 16, probably one of the most suprising and exciting days of my life :-). But, I am living in the past, because it is really Saturday. But not really, because I say it's not.
bwahaha, could change time and date...but am too uninterested to.

well, am probably buggin the heck out of ma pauvre perruche...actually she probably wants to sleep just like any other normal creature, uninterrupted by late-night-blogging-maniacs such as myself

attempted to find a song, but with no avail. must go before i drive my little parakeet more insane.
blah, it sounds so morbid.
ok, now I'm tired
goonight...perhaps Ill talk to you tomorrow...or is it later today?

isn't it crazy that the majority of hours that you sleep are not at night but in the morning?

Hooray! Am going to prom! Alex Samanta asked me today with roses! :-)

Incredible.

This week, I cleaned my room. Now, I do not even recognize it. It looks FAN-tastic. It...oh, I just don't believe it.

The funny things that happen when you have company.

At first, it was "oh, clean my room. What a novel idea." While cleaning, I found---no less than 6 waterbottles, and
--AACK reading logs (what, not burned yet?!?!?!)

and it took me one full rotation of Switchfoot and one full rotation of The Who (blasted VERY LOUD, because that is the only way it sounds so good.)

Was verrrrry difficult to pay attention in school today. Oh no, its only April.

Has anyone noticed that Easter seems to be getting more and more commercialized? I mean, Easter sales at Toys R Us (with singing rabbit commercials)? What, do we have to have big kickoff sales at Valentine's Day to celebrate the Easter shopping season? Good greif

hooray! french project which was originally due tomorrow (due to fantastically long preceding presentations) will probably not have to be presented until sometime next week! Is good thing, as not nearly finished.

by the way, my aunt's brother in law is getting better...they moved him out of ICU a few days ago. Thanks!

Interesting song by The Who (who are really freakin awesome): download/buy, turn way up the volume and listen to the very cool drums.

"Happy Jack"

Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode on his head on their furry donkey

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

(I saw ya!)

something strange happened to me today. I was in line to get out of the parking lot, and there was a mad dash just as I was leaving. So, i was behind a girl with a lot of bumper stickers, and in front of a guy in a red car. A few people went scooted ahead of me, a few behind, then I said, screw it, and decided to find an alternate way, ie, the road that runs by the stadium. So I got in that line but the people few people behind/ahead of me beat me there. So, I was in line, and then it came to the taking turns just before the stopsign, and I eventually ended up after the girl with the bumper stickers and ahead of the guy in the red car. So basically I ended up where I had started.

sigh

I hope that made sense. If not, well, lemme just say the parking lot is a pain.

I ended up with a lot of homework today. Mountains of calc review, mainly.

Was browsing blogs tonight and read Josiah's, and he made a good point that I tend to think about. It was all about identity, I think, and making own decisions.
I can sometimes beat myself up about this, wondering why I am really doing something. Am I doing it because I want to? Because I think other people want me to? And because I want to, is it just a rebellion because other people might not want me to? And if we do not do completely what we want to do, is that betraying ourselves? But then again, don't we partially define ourselves by our friends, or how other people percieve us? It makes me feel so sad, because I want to be myself, my own person, and be true to myself and to my own beliefs, but I can't see myself totally alienated from society.

Anyone else agree?disagree?comment?

Finally, if you can, please pray for my aunt's brother-in-law. He was in a really bad car crash over the weekend. Also, please keep in mind the other people involved. Thanks

bye

Happy Easter!

So, here it is, April 11, which means that tomorrow is April 12, which means it is time to return to school. *sigh*

***Things Becky Did Instead of Her Homework***
-colored Easter eggs
-listened to The Who
-took a nap
-typed her blog
-nothing

Wow, I sure did accomplish a lot today. No fear, I still did some homework, but for math I did the Melinda way and just skipped the ones I don't know how to do. Then there is that French project...
Will not continue to bore you with meaningless homework jumbo.

I am still trying to figure out why the weather was nice here whilst I was in Florida, and now it is, like, 30 degrees.

Anyway, read Dave Barry's column this weekend and was amused but at the same time wildly disturbed. Check it out here.

Switchfoot, "The Economy of Mercy"

There's just two ways to lose yourself in this life
And neither way is safe
In my dreams I see visions of the future
But today we have today
And where will I find You?

In the economy of mercy
I am a poor and begging man
In the currency of Grace
Is where my song begins
In the colors of Your goodness
In the scars that mark yur skin
Is where my song begins

These carbon shells
These fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls
We are bruised and broken masterpieces
But we did not paint ourselves
And where will I find You?

Where was I when the world was made?
Where was I?

I'm lost without You here
Yes, I'm lost without You near me
I'm lost without You here
You knew my name when the world was made

Uuh, I think I am coming down with a cold, I don't think I should go to school tomorrow. Yeah, all that time from being locked out of the house...jeez, I don't think I'm up for learning tomorrow.

Another post, but felt it did not quite fit with other post of the day.

Number of keys required to unlock house: 1
Number of keys in purse: 0
# times rang doorbell: 8
# people home: 0
# long walks: 1
# Kwik Trip Hot Chocolates: 1
# times had to retie shoelace: 13
# times rang doorbell again: 4
# times used neighbor's phone: 1
# short walks: 1
total # minutes locked out of house: 122

# big fat forgetful fools: 1

# INCREDIBLE CONCERTS from night before: 1

ok, so Switchfoot concert was FREAKING AWESOME!!!
!!!
Even though I was amid 2500 hot bodies and gradually going deaf, I had a fantastic time. Meant to Live was done so beautifully, as was Twenty Four and Redemption -- and all the other songs. Oh, Switchfoot, how thee are great...

See Ilana's blog for some awesome commentary as well :-)

ok, so just published blog and was looking at it, and looked at the google ad at the top of the page. because i mentioned budweiser (and there i go again) that is now a google search link at the top of my page. sorry to those offended and a laugh to all those who are laughing.

bloggity blog goodbye

Hooray!

Am totally not computer-incompetent! Have placed links in sidebar! And they work!

Anyway, am back home. It is nice to see my home blogger editor again--i like it much better. I am also very tired. Even had Mountain Dew for lunch.
I've been working on homework, too. Namely Egypt research. (Mos def will be hearing more about that in the future.)

I have also commenced studying for the AP English test. I am reviewing some (and learning other) "key literary terms" in my AP English Literature Test preparation book. That means I have to know what terza rima, couplet, hyperbole, consonance, pastoral, and scansion all mean. Not to mention knowing the difference between iambic and trochic poetry.

So I read the definitions, reread them, put them into my own words, then took the quiz to see how well I could apply them.

haha

I actually did not do that bad. Perhaps years of standardized tests have prepared me...enough. But no joke, this is going to be a tough test.

Just to sound impressive, trochic poetry has lines where the first half of every two words is stressed, and iambic poetry has lines where the second half of every two words is stressed. (SHAKESPEARE!! IAMBIC PENTAMETER!! NINTH GRADE ENGLISH!!!)

Well, have month to prepare. Oh, jeez.

BTW, Ben Kweller CD came in the mail and was waiting for me at the airport in my mom's hands in a hand addressed envelope to me. I opened it, and the envelope contained a brand new, On My Way cd, a concert schedule, and another little cd booklet with the initials BK scrawled on the front. wOOt! Did happy dance for all the world to see. The cd is good...especially for a bk fan. Will finally stop talking about it...although may quote some songs.

That Audio Adrenaline song from the other day was really long. Sorry.

Speaking of the mushy brain day, I was going home today and the things I usually worry/think about suddenly popped into my head. Really, like they were flying around, and zeroed in on my head and entered thru my ear.

Am terribly excited about Switchfoot concert tomorrow! oooo, it will be so amazing!!! i cant believe its tomorrow!
Found out tonight that Jealous Sound will not be playing with Switchfoot tomorrow, due to "unforseen circumstances". Major bummer, I was really looking forward to hearing them. Maybe I'll buy the cd; i hear it is good.

will miss not going to the beach/swimming/wearing shorts/baseball games (Go Pirates!)/Florida. I will also miss my tan when it is gone by next Monday.

Recommendation: If you are in any way interested in classic rock in the slightest, go to your local newsstand and pick up Rolling Stone mag -- 50 Immortal Rock 'n' Roll Artists. The articles are written by people who know or were influenced by the artists, and essentially how the artists changed their lives. I love reading it because they all love music, and the artistry behind everything about it. It's the essential textbook of Rock music.

I suppose the concert tomorrow will require me to have slept some tonight, so I must go. Hopefully I am not disrupted too much in dreams by education in Egypt or asyndeton, assonance, and anaphora.

au revoir, tout le monde

Hoo-yah...BK CD is out today! Hopefully I ordered from the website soon enough so I get an autographed copy!!

One more thing about Florida--they have a gazillion license plates.

I am so proud of myself, after blogging yesterday I started doing initial research for my French project! Hooray!

Tee-hee...watched BBC America yesterday...House Invaders, to be exact. Pretty much all it was this chick and two guys went into someone's house and redid three rooms...nothing very drastic. And the show was only a half hour. The funny thing is, if you watch Trading Spaces in America, the people have huge green lawns and nice-sized driveways. In Great Britain, there is hardly any room, and the designer had to spray paint something on a street corner.

I was greatly saddened, Ilana, that Keeping Up Appearances was not on instead.

Woke up very early this morning, which is very bad, as have long traveling day ahead of me.

byefornow!

Space Robot Five
Is he alive?
So very alone
So far from home...
-Brave Saint Saturn

SHREK COMES OUT MAY 21!


CLICK HERE

aw, crap

so, i typed this whole post, then i went to see something under "manage posts" and then when i came back the whole post is GONE.

will do best to remember.

So, yesterday was 04/04/04. Am in mushy brain mood, as have been on vacation for nearly two weeks. But that is not a bad thing.

Have enough brain cells to tell you a story:
Once upon a baseball game there was a little man about 30 who sold beer. Not just beer, but what he called "the good stuff," budweiser and bud light. He would walk around with his little cart and get to the middle of a section and holler "WHO WANTS A REFILL?!?!" and some thirsty person would scream "me." "Diet or Regular?!?" Then the little beerman would pull two beers out of his cart and open them, then leap and bound up the stairs without spilling a drop. When he would return to his cart, he would bellow, "ANYONE ELSE?" and if not, he would scream, "YEAH, YOU GUYS JUST ALL GO BACK TO SLEEP NOW" and he would move on to the next section, and do the whole thing over again. He wasn't mean, but just goofy and loud. Many of the regulars to the stadium were his friends, and somtimes bought him a beer. At first glance, he appeared drunk, but he wasnt. Some people loved him, some people hated him.

I just thought he was just funny to watch.

Anyway, am coming home soon. That is not necessarily good because then will have to work on French project, ie start it.

hehe. procrastination is my adrenaline rush.

Ben Kweller comes out TOMORROW (if you have not heard of the BK, click here immediately. Switchfoot is also coming very soon...what will I wear?

As am in mushy brain mood, here is a fun song.

"The Houseplant Song" by Audio Adrenaline

Once I read a book
And this is what it said
If your music has a beat
Then you’re gonna wind up dead

It doesn’t really matter if
It’s Christian or not
If it’s syncopated rhythm
Then your soul is gonna rot

And this book was called
“Ha! You’re gonna burn”
And in the second chapter
I went on to learn

Take two houseplants
And put them to the test
Set them both in front of speakers
And let the music do the rest
The first one you play Mozart
Or something lovely like that
The second one you play that
Petra or that MegaDeth
Doesn’t really matter
what kind of rock it is

So I took my two houseplants
And I put them to the test
Set them both in front of speakers
To let the music do the rest
I powered up my Pioneers
To let the music roar
But twenty minutes later
Someone’s knocking at my door
I opened up the door
And there may neighbor stood
He said, “Man, I’d like to get
some sleep if you think I could”
I said, “Man, can’t you see here
I’ve got this moral dilemma that
I got to get clear”
He said, “What kind of moral
dilemma could you have at this
time of night that could make
me so angry that I just want
to fight”

So I pointed to the page
In that open book
That had a pictured of a potted
plant, and I said,
“Go have a look”
And he read

Take two houseplants
And put them to the test
Set them both in front of speakers
And let the music do the rest
The first one you play Mozart
Or something lovely like that
The second one you play that
Petra or that MegaDeth
Doesn’t really matter
What kind of rock it is

“First of all,” he said,
“that’s Wagner that you’re playing
I’ve never heard of Petra
And isn’t MegaDeth all dead.
And secondly, emphatically,
He asked me, “What’s the sense
Of hanging out with houseplants
when, hey, I live right across the fence”

And I thought to myself
You know, that’s a good point

So I took my two houseplants
And I put them both back outside
And me and my neighbor
Well, we went out for a drive
We talked about all the things
That really matter most
Like life and love and happiness
And then the Holy Ghost

And now my two houseplants
They sit out in the sun
As for me and my neighbor
Well our friendship has become
A meaningful relationship
That’s headed straight to heaven

But as for now
We like to sit around and listen
To Audio Adrenaline
Cranked to eleven

lets see if this post works...i wont do anything goofy,now

goobye

ok, so sunburn not as bad as anticipated.

dont forget to set your clocks! its funny, if you look at it one way, Im losing two hours, OR nothing at all, by returning home

whatever, bye

ouch...sunburn

a few more things about Florida--
-they have designated evacuation route roads
-the department store mainly found in this state had a senior discount day the other day

Want proof Florida is laid back?
Exhibit A
-Girl walks into McDonalds naked except for bikini
Exhibit B
-Woman driving down road taking an occasional swig of Bud Light

Am very tired, but am going to ballgame today. will sit in shade and get more sun (???)

i don't want to be preceived the way i am
i just want to be perceived the way i am
-Relient K "Chapped Lips, Chapstick, and things like Chemistry"

jeez, the title's longer than the quote
bye

Mwahaha........ate Spaghettio's for lunch. And while eating, was watching TV, and commercial came on for saran wrap from Reynolds that has a slide ripper (like the slide-seal plastic bags) that will rip your saran wrap so very easily.

So, all I have to do is complain and someone will fix my problem?

Can I complain about the Toys R Us commercial with the singing bunnies?

Anyway, happily, Becky does not resemble disgusting Goldmember today. wOOt!

Went shopping yesterday...bought lovely pair of red capris and HoTpInK tank top! Much better than math homework, which I was attempting this morning and was about ready to pull my hair out of my scorched scalp. Not really, but I don't get it--and it makes it worse that it is friggin REVIEW!

Thought about joining my friends for school today for a half day...but counted this morning and figured that I would have to have left my Grandparents' house at 10:30 last night to make it to school by 7:30 this morning. Ooopsie! Just will do happy dance for half day of school.

HA! I am not in school.

Read paper this morning, and was greatly distressed by what I read. I guess rebels in Iraq killed four American soldiers yesterday and mangled their bodies and put them on display. I think that is horrid--I mean, all the soldiers are trying to do is help put these people's country back together. Obviously they adored Sadam because they had the inhumanity to do something so heinous. I couldn't bring myself to look at the horrible pictures. Ugh, it makes me sick.
I want to complain about this.

Here is a song by Brand New. It is long, but a piece of art. So much so I want to hang it on my wall and look at it every day.

"Play Crack the Sky" by Brand New

we sent out the SOS call. it was a quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. four months at sea. four months of calm seas only to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of montauk point. they call them rogues. they travel fast and alone. one hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong. what they call love is a risk, cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own. the hole in the hull defied the crews attempts to bail us out. and flooded the engines and radio and half buried bow. your tongue is a rudder. it steers the whole ship. sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth. but the wrong words will strand you. come off course while you sleep. sweep your boat out to see or dashed to bits on the reef. the vessel groans. the ocean pressures its frame. off the port i see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain. and i wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts. but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west. they say the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm. but this ain't the dakota, and the water is cold. we wont have to fight for long. this is the end. this story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear. calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were we are underneath. i am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. i spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. i know that this is what you want. a funeral keeps both of us apart. you know that you are not alone. need you like water in my lungs. this is the end. this story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear. calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were we are underneath. i am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. i spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. i know that this is what you want. a funeral keeps both of us apart. you know that you are not alone. need you like water in my lungs. this is the end.

Ben Kweller in five days! Switchfoot in seven!
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