Rebekah 201: Useless Stuff
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Roy: Summer 2004
Cures for Boredom
Room mix-up. It wasn't my fault. But somehow, like always, I feel bad about it. Like everyone will be mad at me for causing so much trouble. I don't know. I guess I shall see on Thursday. Goodbye work, hello school.
8/27/04
I don't understand parents. This has definitely been the most emotional birthday I have had. Or so I remember. The moral of this story is that presence is worth more than presents. I didn't see my dad until 11 pm tonight. It didn't really seem to bother him.
8/26/04
Ok, first the phone and now the power. Well, not now. You know what I mean. Anyways. I had a weird scary dream for the second time this week. Ok, it wasn't really scary. Just weird. Those are the best kind anyway. So fun. I'm talking red cars, glowing slime, and a dying cat. Ok, the dead cat was sad. But still. It was a cool dream.
8/25/04
I never knew how important phones were to me until tonight. It made me feel so isolated. I guess the right word would be vulnerable. It's a word I don't like to use, but it fits this situation. Besides that, today has been a productive day. I washed the car. The hose pipe got stuck, so I had to reposition the car to wash all of it. My arm hurts. Tylenol please.
8/24/04
Sorry, no spiders today. Anyway. Ever since the "bradandnikole" event, everyone wants to talk about marriage. Well after hearing everyone talk about it and reading some books, frankly, it sounds horrible. But then again, I don't know anything about it or its predecessors. I've never been in love. (And guess what? I'm alive and well.) I wouldn't know if I have a commitment phobia or not. So for now, I shall remain in my "I don't care" state until someone proves me wrong.
8/23/04
It's obviously Monday. What other days would I be finding various large insects in a mechanical drawer? Monday Monday, can't trust that day. And so on. Speaking of lunes, tomorrow is Tuesday. Duh. Sorry, I don't have a song for Tuesday. You seem so disappointed. *smirk* You should be.
8/22/04
They put me at the main window on the week of my birthday. How thoughtful. At least I'm getting paid. The worst part of it is forcing myself to smile. I'm moving this Saturday. Technically, anyway. T1 line, here I come. At least I think it's T1. Whatever it is, it's a lot faster than what I have here. So Yay again.
8/20/04
Someone opened my personal Pandora's box today. So I let all the rage fly. It felt nice to have someone that had the same opinion as I do. Everytime someone brings up that name it's an invitation for my sob story. Today I accepted that invitation. And I'm sorry I did. If I want to forget about it, I need to stop talking about it and bringing up things that shouldn't be brought up. Maybe I should just go live in a hole where nobody but the earthworms will talk to me. If you catch me talking to earthworms, yes, I probably do have a problem. If the earthworms talk back, then that's your problem.
8/17/04
I'm suppose to go to the mall tomorrow. I'm going during the day because it won't be too crowded. I hate going on friday nights. There are always herds of twelve year old girls wearing three layers of make up, giggling, and trying to look older for the high school guys. That is SO stupid. Numero uno. Twelve year olds don't need make up. Numero dos. One day we'll all want to look younger. Why not be young now so we won't have to wish for lost youth later? Numero tres. A guy in high school is probably a sicko if he's interested in a twelve year old anyway. Think, people, Think!!
8/15/04
I have a horrible headache. And I mean really horrible. Hey, at least I'm not in school. I guess I'll just try to block out the pain. Anyway. I think proms should be abolished. Does anyone really have a good time at their prom anyway? (Guys, Don't answer that.) I have a feeling I wouldn't be so angry right now if I hadn't gone to my senior prom. It's a waste of time and money. Not to mention a waste of anger and annoyance on my part. Did I mention that I have a headache?
8/14/04
You know, I had something ready to write about today. I can't remember it now. Oh well. Memory glitches. That's probably a bad sign. I bet it's all the cake. I've been eating cake almost every week. That's why I said "No birthday cake!" But everyone else just loves cake. You know what else? I don't like flowers. Picked flowers, that is. Flowers are beautiful as long as they're attached to the ground. But then you pick them and they start dying. It's all about sentiment, really. Then your sentiment dies with the flowers. People waste so much money on florists.
8/11/04
I'm feeling extremely skeptical of everything and everybody today. It's like I start to trust somebody, but then I remember something that kills the feeling. I mean, I don't know that it's true, but I've sure seen my share of evidence to support it.
8/10/04
My new goal is to become the bank president. Or at least vice president. Wouldn't that be fun? Ok, it might not be. But I can dream. So anyways, I've hit this little rut of 'friendlessness.' (Is that a word?!) I have friends, yes. But they are seasonal. In summer, I have my internet friends. In the fall and spring I have my college friends that mostly stick around because I help them with their homework. Besides that and my family, my group of high school friends fell apart a long time ago, and I barely see the ones I do keep in touch with. Tell me that isn't depressing. Please.
8/8/04
Aside from me being so sore I'd rather not move, today has been ok. Yeah, yesterday was my 'big adventure of a lifetime' trip. Rafting. But, hey, I didn't fall out. That's a good thing, right? The not so good thing is that they kept talking about the wedding. I didn't really want to hear about it. Nod and smile. That's about all I can do. Well, the alternative is for me to start on my 'mature and rational' speech. I think you would prefer the smile and nod. Or just the nod. It's hard to do both sincerely.
8/3/04
Ah, So now everything makes sense. This explains several things. It also makes me look incredibly stupid, which isn't such a big secret anyway. Ok, so none of them were serious at all. Me and my naive self were off in this little dream land where people actually mean what they say. Ha Ha. Like that ever happens. Fortunately I am now older and wiser. No use dwelling on the past anyway. Yeah. Four years is a long time. Forget it.