Headline of the day: I finally slept past 7:30am. I was getting tired of waking up early. (Tired of waking up? That sounds weird.) But I'm at home now. The whole day to myself. Except I feel obligated to clean. Cleaning is not fun. But there's no one else here to do it, so I might as well be useful.
4/25/04
Ok, so here I am on a Sunday, and I still don't understand confidence intervals. This could be bad...Considering my test is at 8:00 tomorrow!! 8:00?? This means I'll have to be up by 6:30. Ack! Tomorrow is not looking good. Nope. Not at all. Actually this whole week is looking pretty bad. Disney World sounds like a good idea, but 10 hours at night on a bus with screaming 12 year olds is not my idea of a vacation. This, my friend, is why they invented ear plugs.
4/21/04 Part 2, Take 2. Action.
This is why I will never be a concert pianist. I don't think I did so well in jury. I love performing when I know I'm good at something. But I'm not good anymore. My ability hasn't changed, but my surroundings have. Plus there was that other little event that saddened me. I'm 18, when am I going to stop inventing these things? They only lead to letdowns. Which is why I should never expect anything good to happen. That way, the only direction to go is up.
4/21/04
Sometimes, Rebekah, you can be so stupid. (And don't tell me you've Never talked to yourself.) When common sense was given out, I think I got less than the normal portion. But hey, I'm still alive, so it must not be too bad.
4/20/04
?I'm going to have to move out of here in a week. That's going to be a lot of work. I guess I shouldn't have kept bringing things I didn't need. But tomorrow I have a final and a jury. Why do they call it a jury anyway? It sounds scarier than "final." Ok, maybe not. I still haven't gotten around to writing my short story yet. Partially because I don't have a plot. Just narration of various things.
4/17/04
I'm beginning to realize that I don't really know my brother. Do you know how much that hurts? He's been my best friend for the past sixteen years and I still don't know him. I'm worried about him. I wonder if he takes religion seriously. Because the more I see of this other side of him, the less it seems like he does.
4/15/04
Tax day. How exciting..Anyways, I am bored for the first time in two or three weeks. That's a pretty good streak, I think. My brother is now at the Beta Convention. Possibly at Joe's Crab Shack right now. That's so depressing. Because the convention use to be the highlight of my year. And now I'm not in high school any more. But I didn't like high school. Just the convention. Partially because I was never away from home much. Elevator jumping. That was fun. But now I don't think I would do it. Too scary.
4/14/04
I'm have identity crisis number two of the year. I feel trapped by who I am. Because I am all of these things. I'm quiet. I'm loud. I'm arrogant. I'm hesitant. I'm annoying. I'm the person you forget is there. And other things. I can't find a middle ground. I'm one or the other. It just all depends on who I'm around.
4/12/04
I'm suppose estar trabajando on my tarea Spanish (At least yo pienso that's how you dices that.) It no debe take long. That class is so facil. That, mis amigos, is por que someone should not aprende dos languages al mismo tiempo.
4/8/04
The weird dreams have come back. Is that a good or bad thing? I don't know. I'm not a dream interpreter. Although that would be cool. I'm sleepy/tired. So I think I'm going to try to take a nap. And maybe this time in the dream I won't be a crazy seductive character. I mean, that's just not me. I think. Um, I'm pretty sure it's not.
4/5/04
"Hey hey we're the Monkees!" Come on, sing with me! .....or not. Ok, that was embarrassing. Ahem. Anyhoo...what was I saying? Oh yes, now I remember. Wait...no I don't. Nevermind. Eh...you can go now. Nothing to see here. Nope. Nada. Zilch. (Or was it the other way around?) ....As I was saying in the first place, "Same song, second verse. A little bit louder and a little bit worse."
4/2/04
Face it, Rebekah: You will always be in second place. I mean, second place isn't so bad. In fact it's good when compared to the lower categories. But anyways. I'm tired of being an outcast. I'm always that girl in the corner. A wall flower, if you will. I'm afraid that I might become one at church too. All because of that wedding. That wedding...And that baby. Ok, this is making me really mad. I don't know how to view it. Technically it's not wrong. But the image it's giving is. And adding to my "what is the Christian thing to do?", my mother has already made a decision. I feel like I have no option. I don't know what's right. If I go to the wedding, I'll feel like I'm being supportive of something I don't agree with. And if I don't go to the wedding or give a shower gift, his family, which happens to be a majority of the people at church, will probably be mad at us. And I couldn't stand for WC to be mad at me. He's like a grandfather to me. I wish I knew the answer.
4/1/04
April Fools Day. Therefore you must conclude that you can't believe anything I write. Anyhoooo I finally realized that just because people leave doesn't mean that someone won't take their place. This could be bad or good. Depending on who I'm talking about. Actually I can think of a number of people this applies to. (Uh-oh, I just used a preposition at the end of a sentence! (Or was that twice?) Bad me! And if you actually caught that, what are you? An English teacher? Oh. Ok. No problem with that. =-D)
3/28/04
It's funny how abruptly some people leave. Some of them die. Some of them just leave. But the way they leave that that hurts the most is when they're still there.
3/27/04
Sometimes I wonder if I have any common sense. But then again, the fact that I think about it at all implies that I might be lacking in that area. I'm acting childish again. Because even though I put on an act, I really did want to stop by and see what would happen. Reverse psychology. I'm becoming dangerously close to being stupid. I don't think I've crossed the "stupid" line yet. Not that there is a drawn line. I tell you what, I'll give you the chalk and you draw me the line.