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Joe: I swear.. at Homecoming.. which is when I first noticed
how beautiful she was.. she was the most gorgeous girl there (besides you, of course..) [03:47 pm] My mom will be getting home in about 15 minutes to take me to the dentist to get my braces fixed. I should take off my silly earrings. Joe and I talk:
Becky: I wanted to rearrange my sock drawer
today, too.
B: How many drugs was I on when I wrote this crap? [wait a few seconds] [quietly]
Zero.. [10:41 am] Happy New Year! (How many times will you see that today?) My to-do list stands as follows: do dishes, hope Kris's Christmas present package comes soon, paint nails and toenails, finish laundry (?), call Kate, call Ashley, call Kris, read Psalm 5, read Psalm 4 over again, try to see a movie maybe, and sleep more. I went over to Kate's house yesterday for New Years, planning on spending the night, which I didn't expect to be a big problem. But for some reason, I just cannot sleep at her house. I always leave early from sleep-overs of any kind. I had to call my dad at 2:30 in the morning to come get me. I felt so sad and embarrassed that I can't do something as trivial as sleep at someone else's house. I can do it at band camp, it's necessary to do it there. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't beat myself up about it. Anyway, about during the day of New Years Eve. I went over there at 5:00, and talked about some stuff with Kate, and then Cy and Sue came over. A nice couple that remind me of my grandma and grandpa. Cy and Sue are younger though. There was dinner: salad (which I didn't eat and everyone was asking "all you alright?" and I just was like "I'm fine"), baked potato (which I ate and it was delicioso), followed by prime rib (the finest.) It was the first time that Kate and Sue had ever had it; I had it in Washington DC when I was ten and with my mom on a business trip. It was all very good. Kate said that it was the most formal dinner they had ever eaten. I responded with, "I was glad to be part of it." The strange thing there was the conversation. At Kate's house, everyone is very Republican, and they hate Dick Gephardt. Cy said that Mr Gephardt was keeping him alive, because he wanted "to live to see that man out of office." Kate's mom said "I just can't trust a man whose eyebrows you cannot see." And then somehow the conversation turned to black people. Cy called them Negroes. How Civil War is that? I instantly had a little less respect for him. He said that in order to be racist, you had to live among them. I'm not sure if he meant "them" to be racists or black people. He told the story of when he used to live in downtown St Louis, where he ran his little store, and how he had to carry a pistol on his hip every day. I guess it could be true, but maybe he was exaggerating or something. And he made it sound like he was the victim of black people. Whatever. Kate's mom had even set up a little tiny Christmas tree in a side room that had little black people ornaments on it. They weren't hanging like with a noose around their neck, but it seemed odd to have a Christmas tree about that. She had attached cotton to the branches, probably some note toward past slavery or something. She called it her "colored people tree". Colored people? Why did I suddenly get the feeling that it was 1860 all over again? I love her family and all; they were very nice to me. They have some wonderful family traditions. Kate's mom writes everything they do on a calendar during the year (mostly it's stuff like "Farmington rendezvous" or "Went to flea market" or "Kate's volleyball game" or "Freezing rain, no school") and then they go over the whole calendar and remember it all. I could only sit back and watch while they recounted memories that I held no part in, and that made me miss my family. Another tradition they have is once they all say "Happy New Year" to each other, they'll break out the sparkling grape juice (Welch's, "really expensive stuff" according to Kate) and have a toast to the past year and another toast to the upcoming year. Then they'll run outside and shout "Happy New Year" to the neighbors, spend about two minutes watching fireworks and then everyone comes back inside to the warmth of the home. It's very wholesome. (I'll write more later. I gotta go have breakfast, it's 11:15 am.)
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Dec 24 00 [12:26 pm] Tomorrow, Christmas Day, there is supposed to be a partial solar eclipse. Spooky! [12:19 pm] This morning, before I went to church, I woke up singing the Twelve Days of Christmas song, wondering what the tenth and the twelfth days held for us. Also I was thinking about the year that I turned five (1990) when we lived in Arizona. I remember lying on my parent's bed going "I don't feel any older".. and suddenly I was shocked in amazement. My eyelids flew open. I remembered that the bed was a waterbed, and I thought, "So cool!" I had forgotten that fact until today. I couldn't go back to sleep.
Dec 23 00 [01:19 pm] It has been decided to go see Family Man and Ashley is coming with us. I talked to her on the phone for a bit today. She told me that Andrew came over to her house yesterday evening, unannounced, with a single red and yellow rose. He told her that they were going to the movies. I could only manage a squeaky "Awww." It really is very cute, and Andrew told me the other day that he is broke. But I guess it does not matter. I didn't even tell him (nor did she) that yellow roses were her favorite flower. [11:17 am] Today I am going to see one of the following movies: Family Man, Miss Congeniality, or What Women Want. It should be fun. I'm going with my mom, and possibly a friend. My brother and dad will be at a Magic tournament.
Dec 22 00 [02:50 pm] What a pretty little layout I've made. It's very simple, and I'm gonna like it this way. It's still very much grey-based (which I love), but no longer tedious or colorless. Hey, that's Angela Lindvall on the side. And that's the sky on top, just in case you've been inside too long and have forgotten. Yesterday I decided that I am going to try out for Winterguard next year. So Kris is going to teach me stuff whenever she gets her flag that she can take home. |
