Rebekah 201: Useless Stuff
Photographs
Poetry
Roy: December 2004 (I)
Song: Blue Christmas
New Year's Eve. I am at home sitting at my computer. I miss my dad.
12/30/04
Song: Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer
And...I'm back. Nothing like a five hour road trip. Unless it's six. I think I want to learn Italian. It is, after all, the primary language of classical music. Josh Groban just makes it sound so wonderful, too. The other day while I was trying to mend my rudeness, I managed to knock over a can of Pepsi and drop part of a Hot Pocket on myself in the process. I'm a lot like that girl in the Princess Diaries. Very clumsy.
12/26/04
Song: The First Noel
I should be asleep right now. Rebekah, where is your common sense? Oh yeah...I don't have any. Ok, that's not completely true. I have it. I just don't always use it. Word of advice: don't start playing Spider Solitaire. You may never stop. It's so frustrating that it's addictive.
12/25/04
Song: Up On the Housetop
Alright, I'll admit it. I'm rude sometimes. It bothers me that I'm rude. I should have fixed the problem when I recognized it, but no. I procrastinated. Other than that, Christmas was good, even though it didn't snow.
12/24/04
Song: Silent Night
I've decided I like caroling. But I've also reaffirmed that I do not like sticky slobbery babies touching me. I had a long conversation with someone I really didn't want to talk to. He kept talking, so I kept standing there. I didn't have the nerve to say, "I really don't want to talk to you. It's not appropriate and you make me uncomfortable." I know my face was turning red. I was embarrassed because I don't want people to think I still like him. It's the opposite now. He disgusts me with his overfriendliness and lack of reasoning. My opinion is almost lone, though. Everyone else thinks he's wonderful. I mean, he is a nice person. I just don't want to talk to him.
12/22/04
Song: Silver Bells
I might go caroling tomorrow. It depends on the weather. I'd rather watch The Music Man. But it is Christmas time. I can watch the Music Man year round. Since today was my off day, I read a lot. It's not the greatest of books. You can tell a romantic wrote it. Another thing: Women authors should never try to write from a man's point of view. And vice versa. It just doesn't work. The plot is interesting, though. The characters just need work.
12/21/04
Song: Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
I'm dreaming of a Whiiiite Christmassss. Ok, so I've never had one. Does that mean I can't sing the song? I found out some interesting information. The local piano teacher doesn't teach summers...I can only work summers...How perfect! $12 for half an hour ain't bad. But can I put up with impatient six year olds who only take because their parents make them? I don't know if it's worth that. I'm not a children person. Sigh. Here I am with all these motherly qualities and I don't know how to deal with children.
12/19/04
Song: Hark the Herald Angels Sing
I bought a dart board today. I now have four new holes in the wall. You'd think that soft tip darts wouldn't stick in a wall...Anyway. It looks like I won't have much time off in the near future. On my weekly day off (besides Sunday) I have to go to the hospital to visit my grandmother, and then there's Christmas, and then there's the "vacation" (which to me, is not really like time off), and then as soon as I come back, there will be obscure relatives here that I have to visit with...sigh. And there's still so much to do at home. I have papers to shred, a basement to clean, music to copy, a room to clean, a wall to repair, and whatever else. So this is what having a full-time job will do to a person. Can I go back to being 15?
12/18/04
Song: The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting Over an Open Fire)
I'm so tired. It's not even 8:00 yet. I'm glad tomorrow is Sunday. Church isn't physically demanding. And Christmas is on Saturday. But you know that...I'm just saying, I still don't have my shopping done. Last night I started the big project of cleaning my room. I'm seriously thinking about building a fire somewhere and burning a bunch of things. Like paper. Bad memories. They need burning.
12/17/04
Song: O Holy Night
I finally figured out why I'm trying to be highly educated: so I don't have to be a secretary. I've only been working for two days, but it's killing me here! Every five seconds the phone rings. I have to find everyone because they don't stay in their office and not every caller is content with voice mail. Frankly, I'm exhausted. Tonight has been my first night of leisure in a while. I plan to sleep. I don't go out to relax. I stay in. The best thing about Christmas break: I'm going to go to a spa. Yay! Double yay! Triple yay!...and you get the point. Well, I've never been to a spa before. It'll be fun.
12/14/04
Song: O Holy Night
Either the cleaning ladies are having a party, or someone is wearing roller blades and walking up the stairs. Either way, it's quite disturbing. It's my last day here for a few weeks. I hope the room hasn't flooded when I come back. They're making us unplug the refridgerators this time. I am SO ready to get this test over with. I've got one hour free next semester. I'm thinking about joining the choir or something. I don't know yet. That could be very time consuming. But I think I'm going to need something challenging. The rest of my classes sound ridiculously easy. Maybe I should write a book or something in my spare time. I've always wanted to do that. I just never get around to it.
12/13/04
Song: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
I have an aural skills final in an hour. It's very hard to study for a singing exam. It's one of those things you can or can't do in the first place. Well, I'm moving out of here tomorrow. Yay! Ok, I'm not moving permanently. Just for break. I guess I should try to sell some of my books today. I hope they're still taking lit books.