Rebekah 201: Useless Info
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Roy: August 2004
It has been suggested that I don't talk and drive at the same time. Talk about a subtle hint. No, I didn't wreck. I just have trouble paying attention to two things at once. Did I mention that I really don't like high school football games? Yes, it seems I have. Well Friday night was horrible. They have no respect for the other team, or the other team's band, which really angers me. Ok, so I said something I probably shouldn't have said. I would probably say it again, given the chance. Well, Someone needs to say it. But no one yet has had the courage to say it loudly. And I'm sure not. That's like a death wish. A violent death wish.
9/10/04
If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. It really pays to be a skeptic. That way you aren't disappointed all the time. And there is a WASP in my ROOM! HOW did it get IN HERE? GREAT. NOW it will build its little home and there will be THOUSANDS of other wasps WAITING to attack me while I'm asleep. Oh JOY. New subject....(I'm trying to ignore the buzzing insect.) I feel horrible. Just because I feel a certain way. And I shouldn't. So it's guilt, mainly....I wonder if I open the window the wasp will leave, or just invite more of its friends here....
9/9/04
Is it already Thursday? Yes, I suppose it is. I need something sweet, carbonated, and non-caffeinated. And not Sprite. I was thinking either strawberry or orange soda. But I'd rather not go out to find some. It's party night, you know. Why did they pick Thursday anyway? Really. I hate to go out on the roads on such a night. Some people are so careless. I'm watching the band practice from out my window now. I can't really see the band. Just the drum major. I suppose that's what I miss about band the most. Being in control. Even if I did join this band, I would never be a drum major again. I'm not that good. Or maybe it was being part of a musical group. I don't know. I just know I didn't really like the saxophone. Most of the time, anyway. And I still miss band dreadfully when I look out the window.
9/8/04 Deux
Finally! I know people in one of my classes. Ever since my hometown group has taken a totally different schedule than mine, I've been wanting to talk. To anyone. Ok, not anyone. Correction: Anyone that doesn't scare me. Which narrows it down...Anyways. The air conditioner is fixed. I can be overjoyed now. "Yeehaw!" (A little tribute to my Texan cousins. Cause here in the South, the only place you actually hear that is at Logan's Roadhouse. And they're paid to say it. Point!)
9/8/04
Sometimes I'm not the brightest crayon in the box. (Naw, how did you guess?) 7am is really too early. But sometimes you have to sacrifice sleep for these things. Next subject: Mansfield Park. It is either simply just not as entertaining as the rest of Jane Austen's novels, or IM is distracting me too much. Could be either. I learned my "Do re mi"s today. Sort of. Actually I memorized them. Learning and memorizing are two different things. I'm better at the latter. Of course, once you memorize something so many times, you eventually learn it. Piano music is different. I'm not sure if one ever learns it. I just play it until I have it memorized. But if I neglect to play it for several months, I have forgotten it. I conclude, therefore, that I didn't really learn it in the first place. (This sounds so math-like. Maybe I should just go into math instead of music.)
9/7/04 Part Two
Yeah, I'm thinking that after this page is filled up I'm going to start with the traditional e-journal format. Lately every day has taken up a lot of room. I don't necessarily have more to say. I just have more time on my hands. Today wasn't really bad, although I'm regretting putting my boring classes on Tues. and Thurs. I was almost falling asleep in Economics. But as usual, as soon as I get out, I wake up. There goes my nap. As soon as it stops raining (or at least when I acknowledge that it does) I plan on getting my microwave. Hot Pockets. And burritos. Burritos are great. Just say the word 'burrito.' It even sounds great.
9/7/04
Okay, weird conversation at music. My piano instructor now tells me that there was this guy that had "a little crush" on me. Last year, that is. How come nobody tells me these things?! So I spent all that time feeling like a reject. Ok, I'm still not out of that yet. But that's not the point. The point is that even though I have all these antisocial tendencies, someone still thought I was likeable. Which means there is hope for me yet. Maybe. I'm being optimistic here! Don't spoil it.
9/5/04
My grandfather died this weekend. He's free now.
9/3/04 third time
YAH! This is almost like being a freshman again. At least I recognize people this time. But it's not like I have anyone over here to talk to either. I thought sophomore year was suppose to be better. Well two days in, it's looking pretty bad. I don't belong in the music department. I may know music, but I'm not in the band and it's not my major. I continue to be an outsider. My combination of stoicism and smirking don't help either. I can be hysterically happy. I smile, I laugh, I giggle (sadly it's true). I'm just not comfortable being so free with my emotions around people I don't know. Ok, forget the word emotions. I think facial expression is more accurate.
9/3/04 again
Maybe I should retire this version of Roy and get the fancy journal format. Of course that might mean more work on my part. Well, I've got the time. I think I'm the only non-freshman in Music Theory. It doesn't really make me feel old. Just out of place. What's all the deal with them bragging on my piano playing anyway? There are a lot of people better than me here. Most of them, in fact. Do I look like I hate myself and I need false confidence or something? I think I'm going to go eat a sandwich now.
9/3/04
It's 8 am. Why am I up this early? I'm suppose to be enjoying my sleeping in time. My alarm clock didn't even go off. I am currently trying to figure out what to do with all the water that has accumulated under the air conditioner. It's eventually gonna get hot in here and I'll have to turn it back on so I won't fry. Big question of the morning: Should I go practice my piano music? Or should I read Mansfield Park? Ok, I know the music has more impact on my grade, but I just don't feel like getting out right now. So Mansfield Park it is.
9/2/04
So yesterday I'm just walking around walmart (as usual) and I hear "Rebekah ---------!" So I'm thinking, "Ok, who is this yelling at me?" I turn around and speak because I know her. Then she says "Jonathon talks about you." I say, "Jonathon....?" She says his last name. I thought so. And then she says "My husband." ----I smile and say 'oh' while I'm thinking, "your WHAT?!" I guess that would explain why I haven't heard from him in a while.