Tuesday December 19 2000    
No school today, I'm not quite sure why. It snowed a little yesterday but it's no big deal, we already had like a foot on the ground already. 11.4, the guy on the TV said. An interesting note: This morning I woke up with only one sock on, and when I took that sock off, I found a pink pearly sequin between my pinky toe and the "ring finger" toe. And I have a splinter in my left thumb. Ouchies.

[Late morning] How could you not love this?

Friday December 15 2000     
This week sucks. First this, and then this! (PS. Yesterday I turned 15 and 9 months..)

Wednesday December 13 2000  
I know I said that I wouldn't write, but I just had to say the following; excuse the huge type, too:

Sunday December 09 2000     
Hey, what's up people? I'm taking a week off of computer, so I won't be blogging. Sorry.

Saturday December 09 2000   
[4:09 pm] I was reading the Advice - Parent to Parent column in my newspaper and what I read really shocked and disgusted me. A parent wrote "My 15-year-old daughter dyes her hair red with blue stripes and wears black lipstick. How can we handle this?"

I personally would have written "How can we handle what? Just be glad that your daughter has courage enough to express herself. Celebrate that she is an individual and wants to show the whole world." Unfortunately, most of the adults don't agree. J.M. of Indiana wrote "I suggest to run, not walk, to the guidance counselor.. at your teen's school for a down-to-earth information session. Ask what groups.. your daughter hangs out with and how they are doing in school." To me, that sounds like a very insecure and overprotective parent. If I were to dress like the aforementioned teen, my mom (I hope) would be supportive, but she'd comment until I stopped.

Meredity Lapp of Toronto wrote, "I have a perfect school record, a 92% average, and am courteous to teachers. I am in the midst of lifeguard training, play classical cello, and sing in the church chior... I am wearing black-and-red-striped thigh-high tights, red vinyl 4-inch heeled boots, leopard print gloves, and six braids in my hair... A slightly unorthodox style of dressing is not necessarily an automatic sign of antisocial tendencies or drug abuse... This parent needs to stop thinking about how to quell her daughter's creative flair and start spending more time with her. Soon the multicolored dyes will fade away and the black lipstick will be washed off, but a bad parental relationship.. will leave a permanent mark on this young woman for life. I am 16 years old."

Have you ever heard of an evil celloist before? Come on!

[Morning] Last night I had a dream that I walked into a library. I've seen this librarybefore in past dreams, and I even knew where my favorite book was located in there. The lighting from outside through the tall narrow windows had a bluish tint. There was a little glass-enclosed room, and that's where my books were. I went into that little room and pulled off a few books from a shelf in there, set them down on a short round table, sat in one of the plastic chairs, and began reading.

It felt like I was getting sucked into the book, because before I knew it, I was inside someone's head. (I was a very small person, maybe only a half-inch tall.) Peering out from behind their eyes. Quite freaky. It turned out that I was inside a tall male person, who in close quarters with a famous movie-star girl that he happened to be in love with. I don't remember much, but it was like a bad claymation movie. I think I helped save the world though, perhaps by breaking the two of them up.. I'm not sure. I was asleep.

Friday December 08 2000     
Heh heh, my history teacher said that Gore would probably find a way to pull it out of the toilet at the last minute. Of course he's a Republican so he says this in a dry disappointed manner, but I just can't help but take it as it comes.

Wednesday December 06 2000  
I just looked at the thermostat in my house a while ago and it is 63 degrees in my house. I am freezing. Other news: Farting around with Napster, my one true love. Ahh..

Tuesday December 05 2000    
2nd place sucks, just thought you should know. It's 9:01 pm. I should go to bed. Tomorrow is a school day, allbeit a half-day, but you don't see me, or my friends complaining. So adios for today. Possibly many updates tomorrow?

Monday December 04 2000     
I went to the dentist, I got glow-in-the-dark-pink bands and regular silver bands. They are cool. Also, I have a headache. I will take some Nuprin in a little while and then I will have dinner and then I will go to school again to go be in another Christmas parade. I suppose I should be thankful.. Oh wait, that holiday is over.

Sunday December 03 2000     
Sorry for not updating but stuff on the server was all pooped up, so now it's fixed. It snowed yesterday and I had my first real driving lesson. I drove, parked, and made tight turns in our huge Suburban, which was cool. Joe saw me and said that I drove like an old lady, slowly, but I told him that I wasn't allowed to drive fast and that criticism (however helpful) was not welcome. Another thought, I don't like this layout anymore. It's too grey, like the snowy outside. So I am redesigning, thinking about upside airplanes, Angela Lindvall, rainbows, et cetera. And I think there might be a new layout by Christmas, if you're good. So be good.

B: Are you done in there?
T: No.
B: *sigh*
T: *big heavy sarcastic sausage*
B: Come on, Ty, I gotta brush my teeth.
T: I gotta mouthwash and wash my face.
B: Ahhhh!
T: Go in the other bathroom.
B: You go in the other bathroom!
T: My stuff's not in the other bathroom.
B: My bathroom's not in the other bathroom!

Thursday November 23 2000   
Happy Turkey Day! I'm gonna go be in the Greater St Louis parade.

Wednesday November 22 2000  
I got my permit today. My picture is very gross. Just like every other American in.. America. (?) My eyes suck and so does my hair. Kill me.. (not really.) Oh, and that conversation that those boys had about that girl (see below) her real name is Lora. Weird name.

Tuesday November 21 2000   
I failed my permit test. Minus seven is unacceptable.

Monday November 20 2000    
Three things: One, HEAR YE, HEAR YE: Let it be known that tomorrow hath been nominated and decided to be *dunh duh DUUUUH* the DAY OF THE PERMIT. Yes, tomorrow I get a permit. Woo. Two, Will's cousin (I believe) died in a car accident this weekend. It was all over the news, he went to the funeral today. Robbie's aunt died today. And someone else, too. But I can't recall the name. Three, a conversation I heard between three boys (Jon, Steve, Robbie) going all fluffy over a girl named Laura.

J: There's a rainbow over Laura.
R: When isn't there?
S: *deep sigh* Yeah..

Sunday November 19 2000     
Two things: One, a pretentious license plate. ISAVEU.. fireman's license plate. I don't know. It seemed pretentious to me. Two, I saw Bounce yesterday. My favorite moment in the movie featured Buddy and Abby sitting in an old fashioned diner. A girl comes out of the bathroom in evening wear (gown, corsage) and she's walking back to sit down at the table with her date. Abby gets up and steps on a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of the girl's shoe. The girl keeps walking and Abby sits down again. I just felt like crying. It was great.

To do today: Go pants shopping, get Christmas list from Dad, presents for Mom and Ty, research burners (grabbibg mp3s and then sticking them on Cds, ya know?)

Saturday November 18 2000    
I'm doing this fundraiser thing for band and its called "Kids Day Out." The deal is that parents sign up their kids so that we band-kids can watch them for a bit, while the parents go Christmas shopping. I learned yesterday that I am in charge of all second graders. Kristen, the friend of mine who I am going to make her webpage for her one of these days, is in charge of all first graders. We're thinking about just teaming up both sets and taking care of all those kids together.

I wonder if this is such a good idea after all.

Friday November 17 2000     
I felt the need to update. Charlie's Angels is on and they're annoying, with their fashions and stuff. All the shapes are baggy and off. I wonder if I'll feel this way in 20 years. How depressing.

It makes me sad that EB is going down. But there's very little I can do except sit at home and feel sorry for myself. Or, I could go shopping this weekend: pants for me, Christmas presents for brother and mom and dad. Then I can go to the YMCA and run off some pounds that I know will sneak up on me from behind (ha ha, joke) by Thanksgiving. By then, I'll be round and jolly if I don't run, so I'll run. I'd rather be slim and jolly (and sad about EB.)

Monday November 13 2000     
Today was Kate's 16th birthday and also my Spanish teacher's birthday. My Spanish teacher wouldn't tell us which birthday it was for her, though. Tomorrow, my 16th birthday will be in exactly 4 months.

Sunday November 12 2000     
I went to Wal-mart today, bought Kate a birthday present. Her birthday is tomorrow, her party was Friday. I was too tired to go, and our car's license plates were expired, and I did a band thing for the Craft Fair yesterday. So I would have just worn myself down this weekend, so I took it easy. I got a calculator too. But not a graphing calculator, those are too expensive. ($80.)