June 29 2002
[6:48pm] My mom to me this evening: "You are so annoying!"

[3:47pm] In order to properly read this post, you have to belt it out singing, and do the funky arm-swinging-with-fists dance: *We're goin' shop-pin, and I got the coupons! Yeah!*

[8:51am] Thinking about redesigning. This layout has lasted about 2 months. And I'm supposed to find out a week from Monday if I get the job, so I've got all this free time, which is nice, but after that, I won't have any, so I should use this time while I have it. On important stuff, like layouts. Not that unimportant stuff like hygiene or eating. (Ha, that's a joke.)

June 28 2002
[6:17pm] Rifle is so hard. I wish I had the ganas to master it. After stubbing your fingers 1,876,589,203,486,092 times, typing seems sooo easy! I'll dream this phrase tonight, "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-strap-bolt-strap-bolt-CRAP!" Because that's as far as I can get. I'll bother Kelly one day. Or Kris. To teach me better.

[5:06pm] Whoever searched google for "Becky, Kris, Kelly, and Yoda" and then came to my site, I love you. Thanks for making my day. That was the best search phrase ever.

June 27 2002
[5:40pm] My Our Lady Peace CD came today. Ahhhh!! Pleasure!

[4:54pm] Oh. Crap. My best section is analogies! This is only bad if my essay-writing abilities fall off the deep end, because I'm a pretty good essay writer. But I love anologies. And they loved me. *sob*

[4:50pm] I told you how I went bowling last night. Well, I guess I don't bowl as well as I used to, or maybe it's because my evil brother keeps going "booga booga!!" to distract me from bowling well. Or maybe it's my spazmo antics or lack of skill. But we bowled 2 games. 63 and 98. My combined score half a perfect game plus 11! Pathetic. But lots and lots of fun. And my mom said that the guy who worked there liked me. He had a ponytail and did this game thing with a crystal ball, rolling it all over his arms and such. By the way, I got one strike. Those big lovely red X's are the loveliest sight in the world.

June 26 2002
[5:01pm] I'm going bowling tonight and I'm really excited about that. It's been a long time--since my 16th birthday--since I've been bowling, and I'm excited! I think I'm made it pretty clear that I'm excited. Have I mentioned that I'm excited?

[9:17am] Kris and I spend a lot of time on the phone. Sometimes I'm an idiot though.
 
Becky: I'm going to eat lunch. Bye.
Kris: Okay, bye.
Both hang up. Phone rings.
Becky: What, what? Leave me alone, you girl!
Umm: [.. what seems like a drawn-out embarassed silence.]
Becky: .. uh..
Umm: [machine] Hello, here is some important new information for senior citizens.
Becky: [relieved click]

June 25 2002
[4:45pm] I took the interview today and I did fairly well, I believe. There was the official interview, information session ($5.45 an hour, 18 hrs a week) where I learned about the job and where all the books go and stuff, and then a shelving test. I did QUITE well on the shelving test, I think. But I won't find out until like 2 weeks from now. (Sad.) The deal is this: Lynn is the senior circulation manager and she is going on vacation next week, so they won't decide until the week after that. Curses! Wait and see sucks.

[9:25am] I have been out of school for a month. It doesn't feel that long, but it never does, does it? Today is the big day of interviewage. My mom keeps mentioning it, I think she is more excited about it than I am. "I might get you nervous about this thing yet!" she proclaimed this morning. I just said calmly, "No, I don't think so." Here's how I'm thinking about it: I'm selling myself to the library ladies. Well, not selling.. but you know what I mean. I bought a nice interview outfit, and I'm a respectable, well-rounded, talented, smart, hard-working individual. And if I'm right for the job, it'll show through in my interview, and they'll ask me to work there. If they don't, then they're fools, but I'll just go and try to find work elsewhere. But I have a good feeling.

June 24 2002
[10:21am] Thanks to Kelly and her excellent sleuthing ability on the Cavaliers Drum & Bugle Corps website, I can introduce you to Scott. (Yes, the Scott whom my poem To Scott inspired or whatever.) Introduction #1. Introduction #2. Now, isn't he just beautiful? Oh! Amongst all this beauty, I forgot to tell you who he was. It's the Scott, the winterguard clinician guy! Yay!

[9:05am] And 12 hours later, I sit at my computer again. I am spending this morning fighting through the tanglebrush of amazon.com, trying to get my recommendations in order. I keep getting all these science/horror novels which really don't float my boat. So I'm spending quite a lot of time rating things I own or saying "not interested." And eventually, I am coming up with good stuff.

June 23 2002
[9:05pm] For the first (and probably only) time in my life, I wish I lived in Duluth. This would be soooo awesomely fun!! I'm going to design a costume for it, and not go! How geeky! Whee!

[8:19pm] I went errand-running today. I went looking for shoes and a purse and a Blockbuster membership. You know, one out of three ain't bad. The purses at Target were too pretentious, like, "I take myself very seriously." And you have to be 18 for the movie membership (dangit! I wanted to rent Orange County.) I did get the shoes too. I'll wear them Tuesday. 2:30. At my interview. Where I HOPE I will get the job.

[9:23am] Yeah-ha! I went to Kohl's the other day to try and find work clothes (because I did get an interview at the library, Tuesday 2:30) and I tried on everything in there. Khaki capris? No way could any pair of those fit me! Too big, too small, grandmotherly waist (past-navel-height.)

[9:12am] Remind me to not eat any more of those doughnuts. Every time I eat one, or eat a half of one, my stomach goes "Why on earth did you eat that? You know I hate those." And my mouth replies "But they're the kind of waxy mmm-good chocolate-covered doughnuts that I love!" And my stomach says "No ifs, ands, or buts. You keep eatin' those and you will suffer the consequences." And my brain says "Shut up, both of you. Don't make me turn this car around."

[8:22am] Oh. But you CAN go wrong with marching band:
 
Kelly: I was watching Barney this morning (don't ask) and it was all about marching band!
Kelly: It was so funny.
Becky: Cool! Were they pretty accurate?
Kelly: They all marched toes-down.
Becky: Those fools!!
Kelly: The song was funny though:
Kelly: "When I'm old enough to join the band, I'll march all across this land."
Kelly: "Playing a song when I'm marching along, when I'm old enough to join the band."
Kelly: "A marching band makes a happy sound, playing a tune as they march around."
Kelly: "Marching along...playing a song, with marching band you can't go wrong!"

June 22 2002
[7:43pm] I saw Minority Report today. And I was supposed to go to the car show tonight, but I got tired and it turned to dusk.. and whatever.

[8:41am] Also note: there was a man who would not stop blowing his nose during the show.

[8:05am] I hate crows. I woke up this morning at approximately 7:40 to this sound: "caw caw caw caw caw." I hate crows. Oh! Last night, I went to see A Chorus Line at the Muny with Kelly and her mom and dad. It was my first time seeing anything like that, and I had a very good time! But goodness gracious, it started off as a HOT evening. It was like 94 degrees, and me in pants! Anyway, it cooled off to 'muggy' after a while, and the bugs came out. It was a great evening. A couple of new sayings: "Breakin' pavement when she goes", "Who says squirrel doesn't rhyme with Gordon?", "Na na na na 12na Batman!", "Beware the black flash," and other such nonsensical phrases. I'll share this with you: Beware the black flash. Beware the attacking squirrels. Yes.

June 20 2002
[10:28am] Okay, now that you know how boring my life is.. here's another example. I bought some Rolos the other day (as you should know, if you read the conversation below about my imploding purse.) Now this is no normal pack of Rolos. No. I got a hollow one, and I also got a conjoined rolo! Observe. (It should also be noted that both candies were promptly consumed after photos were taken.)
 
     

[10:10am] I was listening to a song by Quarashi called "Tarfur", and it's sort of raplike, and they were talking so fast that I couldn't understand anything. But then I realized. What? Oh. Icelandic. (I knew that were from there, I just was surprised. Icelandic rap.) How awesome!

June 19 2002
[9:31pm] A Kris haiku.

[8:14pm] Kris. You're famouser 'n Captain Kangaroo! (Line from Forrest Gump, for the more dramatically-challenged of my readership.)
 
Becky: I'm going to tell you the contents of my purse now. Green starburst package. Keys to saturn.
Becky: Sour skits. Bic round stic grip pen. One time use kodak camera with 25 pics remaining.
Kris: Geez.
Becky: My phone, off. A dollar. A bratpack full of change and coupons. A checkbook. A wallet.
Kris: Sweetness!
Becky: A library card. Some receipts. Ten dollar bill. Two more dollars.
Kris: How much stuff can you FIT in there?
Becky: Rolos. 87 cents in change. Another pen. A hair thing.
Kris: Done yet?
Becky: A bobbypin. That's all.
Kris: STOP THE MADNESS!
Kris: Oh, you did.
Becky: Oh, my star wars ticket stub. :)
Kris: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Becky: No, that's not the madness. The madness is getting it all back in there.
Becky: Okay. I did it. Crap. There's still the bratpack.
Kris: Wow.
Becky: Ahhh.. maximum impact.. core overload.. implosion!
Becky: Crap. My purse just imploded.
Kris: BOOM
Kris: AaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Kris: OH! THE A-GO-NY!!!
Becky: Woah, I just got a rolo without anything in the middle.

[7:03pm] Okay. The high point of my day has changed. I did get sour skitls, but that's NOT what I'm even talkin about. Yeah. I know you're just achin' to know what I am talking about. Yeah. Well, here goes. Kelly wrote me a haiku about my rockin' car!

[12:46pm] With Kelly at opera camp, Jake at drum camp, Ashley working, and Kris sometimes maybe working and sometimes at the band room, summer is quite boring. Like today, probably the high point of my day will have been driving my brother to his friend's house. I like to drive. But I should have picked up some more sour skitls on the way home. It may be an addiction soon. Ah well. My favorites are the whites (obviously some sort of pineapple or lemon-lime sour mix) and the reds and purples. They're the most intense. Orange, yellow, and green. Boring. But yellow is good too. I don't know why I continue rambling like this. Okay. Off to make a grilled cheese sandwich. Yes. The perfect recipe, I have. (Yoda!)

June 18 2002
[3:25pm] This morning I went to the library to see if I had any leftover fines. I did not. I talked to a senior circulation manager woman and asked her about how long it'd be before.. anything happened with the job applications. She said that she would talk to her supervisor and get some interviews set up. I left that library with two books and a huge smile on my face. Also: I got some sour skittles. Whee! Skitls!

June 17 2002
[11:09am] I heard about a job opening at the library, so I applied. And if you know me, and know which library I'm talking about, and you apply in an attempt to steal my job, I will be very mad at you. Because I WANT THIS JOB!!! Also: I went by the school to pick up my report card. (Wahoo.) I stopped by the band room to say hi to Mr Wisdom and Kris and everyone. It was very lively. I had forgotten that summer school was still in, and I was very surprised to see everyone there. I watched the kids march for about 2 minutes, and they're good. I'm excited. Marching season will be good.

June 16 2002
[8:18am] On a similarly scholastic note, I need only two elective credits to graduate. Unfortunately, my overachiever status must be maintained, and therefore, I am taking 5 honors courses my first semester, and 6 second semester. So, yes. You will be hearing a lot of whining about homework and essays and projects and whatnot in the year to come.

[8:12am] I'm back, it's Father's Day, today we get the puppy back, and tomorrow I can go get my report card. Now, I've already seen my transcript for the first three years of high school, and the cumulative GPA was like 4.44448. And my second semester of junior year is straight As. So I'm thinking that I'll have straight As for 4th quarter as well. Yeah. Shoppin time.

June 6 2002
[4:14pm] Well, I am all ready and packed to go to Florida. Oh, did I not mention that previously? We're leaving tomorrow. I'm bringing junk-o-mania, but it'll be good. Umm.. I'll take pictures and everything for you guys. Oh, btw, some new galleries are up in photography: rummage sale, and the end of school. And the pictures from pointfest are in travels. Have fun!

June 5 2002
[7:51am] Hahaha. Instead of 2002, I typed "woow." Like Ben Stein's eyedrop commercials. Hahaha! Umm anyway. Jake came over last night and we watched the baseball game and then Dateline NBC for a while: a story about some blind guys (twins) who got retinal implants and how it turned out for them. They cried a lot. But I expect I would cry too. Today, for me: dermatologist, McDonalds, come home, clean out pantry, collapse in sweaty heap in front of computer, chat with friends on AIM. Yay!

June 4 2002
[12:36pm] I won this poetry thing and Kris was celebrating for me.
 
Kris: go Becky1 go BEcky!
Becky: You are the awesomest typer in the world.
Kris: I KOW
Kris: yep
Becky: lo
Becky: l
Becky: Me too.
Kris: I kow
Kris: lo
Kris: l
Kris: carp
Kris: !

June 3 2002
[1:31pm] I have officially named Kris's car Hopkin Chong (which means "shining with plenty of fame.") Now, she may end up naming it something other than Hopkin Chong, but I'm just not going to call it that. So there. Archibald Hopkin Chong, maybe.

[12:58pm] Car junk: $11.62.
 
     

[10:24am] P.S. Yoda rocked my socks. BTW, I finally put up the pictures from Springfield. There are only 10, so why not go take a peek? They're in the Travels folder.

[8:20am] Haha. I saw Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones with Kris at 7:00 last night. There was thankfully little heard from Jar Jar Binks, and I simply loved Amidala's wardrobe, even though it was kind of like "Oh, we're switching rooms? Let me change clothes." It was great fun to see with Kris because we are so stupid around one another. At some point in the movie, I appointed her the monstrous fatty hairless cow and I was the bigmouth Siberian tiger slash lizardly thang. We both got our butts kicked by Jedi and whatnot, but it was fun while it lasted (making the fattycow and tigerlizard noises.. amazingly humorous.)

June 2 2002
[3:51pm] Wow, Kellster. I didn't see that coming.

[3:46pm] I'm bored. I want to go see a movie or something. I'd practice my rifle or sabre, but it's sooo hot and humid outside. It really says something that immediately after you get outside, you look at the metal on the sabre and it's "sweating." True beads of humidity stand out on the shiny silver and I sigh to myself "It's soooo humidly hot." And then I think of how good a bucket of popcorn would taste.. and Raisinets. Mmmm. *drool*

June 1 2002
[4:04pm] In like 26 minutes, Jake is coming to take me to Kelly's house. Yay! Fiesta. I wanted to get her one of those fat cookies that you can get decorated.. and I wanted to get it decorated to say "ˇFiesta!" but I didn't have enough time to do that, amongst all the Father's Day shopping. Yes, it's coming up. So you better get rollin wit dat. Yes.

[7:50am] I'm always surprised and shocked when June rolls around because it signifies that we are almost halfway through this year. But it only seems like two weeks ago that I was sleeping through New Years. So much has changed though. Most of it came in May, so June is my month of being a little kid again. I'll deal with the differences but I'm not gonna be a big kid for a while. So here's a word for the wise: eat enough sour skittles and you will achieve the Orange Tongue©®™. So. Yeah..

May 31 2002
[9:32pm] Awwww. Thank you.
 
     

[10:03am] *I'll be the hero who fights for your honor..* Um. Yeah. It seems like all I do these days is talk to my buds on AIM, or go to the Express Mart. Both are good, but AIM is funnier. So you'll be getting a lot of these conversations to read. And if you don't like it, well you can just go.. bake cookies, or something. Yeah. Or something EQUALLY cool. Or EQUALLY lame. Or just read. And shake your head with condescending disgust. That's good too.
 
Kris: WOO HOO!!
Kris: WOO HOO!
Becky: Woot?
Kris: HEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHHHAAAAAAAAAA
Kris: lol
Becky: Settle down, you girl!
Kris: lol
Kris: I can't!
Kris: OMG!
Kris: I just snorted!

[8:17am] In my defense, I'll just say that it was like 8:50 pm when this happened. 8:50 pm!
 
Kris: Well, I've gotta go to bed.. I'm sweepy.
Becky: Wimp.
Kris: I slept a total of 2 hours last night.
Becky: Wimperson.
Kris: And 1 the night before!
Becky: Wimptastic.
Kris: I NEED my sleep, I'm a friggin' zombie!
Becky: Wimpmobile.
Kris: Bullcrap!
Becky: Wimple.
Kris: Dork.
Becky: Wimplemonger.
Kris: You're VERY outlandish, you know that?
Becky: Wimplandish.
Kris: Dorklandish!
Becky: Wimpiful.
Kris: Drkiful.
Kris: (Good job, self!)
Becky: Wimpness
Becky: Wimp.
Kris: Dork.
Kris: Fine.. hmmm.
Kris: Wimp=me.. dork=you.

May 30 2002
[1:14pm] Kris and I really can just "cut a rug" when we want to.
 
Kris: Hey.. Why do pirates go "arrrrrrrr?" (It's a joke.)
Becky: lol
Kris: I haven't said the punchline yet! Why you laughing??
Becky: What?
Becky: Why do pirates go arr?
Kris: Yes.
Becky: Yes.
Becky: Why?
Kris: Carp.
Kris: Ok.. Because "fffffffffffff" isn't scary.
Kris: ahahahahahaaaahhahaa!!
Becky: Okay, that sucked.

[8:41am] Jake came over last night and we watched a little bit of Ripley's Believe It or Not ("Why do they keep saying that? I believe it, I just saw it!") and laughed at the really-fat-scuba-cat and the leopard man ("Oooh.. no. That's just wrong"), a little MTV, a little Rank ("I think it's so funny that they named the show 'Rank', hahaha"), and then we settled down and watched most of the Miss Universe Pageant. We knew that everyone's countries and customs would be different but we did not know that some of their national costumes would be quite sooo entertaining! Sigh. Fun.

May 29 2002
[9:48am] I drove my brother and myself to S&Js yesterday. Much fun. I got a cookie dough concrete and he got a concrete with Heath bits. And Shaylin was working there, and took our order. Her service technique was unorthodox, "Whaddya want?" Maybe she figured that since she knew us that she could be informal. But then I heard her say the same thing to the people behind us. Oh well. Nobody got fired while I was there. Dx-ball rules!!

[9:36am] Did you know that in The Little Mermaid, when you listen to it in Spanish (thank goodness for the technological powers of DVD), they don't call it 'snarfblatt' or 'dinglehopper'? They call one a 'cachibachi' and I think the other is 'boquechita', but I could be wrong. Anyway. Yes. Probably cookies.
 
Jake: What is your favorite mail fragarance?
Becky: Eh?
Jake: Male.
Jake: I wasnt thinking.
Becky: Ah.
Becky: I thought you meant, like.. envelopes or somethin.

[9:00am] I think Jake's going to come over this evening. Maybe I'll make cookies.
 
Becky: I'm a fruitcake nutbasket.
Jake: No you aren't.
Becky: What's a nutbasket?
Jake: A basket with nuts in it?
Jake: Or a basket made out of a big nut?
Becky: I think I meant to say.. out of all of that.. basket case.
Jake: Ah.
Becky: Fruitcake nutbasket. I kind of like it.
Becky: It has a sort of food vibe going.
Jake: lol

May 27 2002
[7:47pm] Hey Kris: TAE ON A D-MERP, freak!!

[9:45am] Yes. Oh, and I added some pictures of Tulsa to the photography section. They belong in the travels folder, but I just didn't think before I put it together. Oh well!

[9:16am] Ah. The first (almost) day of summer. I'm going to consider tomorrow the first day of summer because today is Memorial Day and we would have had this day off anyway, had we been in school still. Anyway.. my brother dyed his hair blonde yesterday. It's kind of blonde and also kind of red. It rules. Yes. Definitely.

May 26 2002
[7:41am] Yes. More painting today. Sigh. And possibly tomorrow. It's not that we're such slow painters: it's that it's a massive amount of stuff to paint. We're painting the "mud room", stairway, foyer, living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway. We got a big part of the trimming done yesterday but today will be no walk in the park. Just have to keep troopin'.

May 25 2002
[6:43pm] I am waiting for my parents to get ready so that we can go out to eat. Today I was sent out to get candy bars to relieve the tedium of paint preparation. I rolled the window down and had a nice quiet drive down to Express Mart. I got some Sour Skittles. I like the skittles themselves, but my favorite part is: after all the skittles are gone, the sour powder is still there. Mmm. Sour powder. You have to open the package very carefully to preserve all the sour powder, lest some fall out and become inedible. Sour powder. Sour power! Rock!

[7:59am] Yesterday was a beautiful warm overcast day and I went outside and took pictures of flowers in our garden. Later Jake came over and we watched Moulin Rouge. Fun. Today we paint.

May 24 2002
[2:29pm] HAHAHA! My dad let me drive to the Express-mart by myself like 2 minutes ago!! Wahhahaha! And I bought a gallon of milk, which cost $3.08. I had to spent 8 of my own cents.

[6:28am] Yeah. Last day of school. It's kind of weird because next year at this time, I'll be saying "last day of high school." How unfortunate. But I'm sure I'll be all excited for college and whatnot. Jake came over yesterday around 7:00 and we sat outside for about a half hour. It was really good weather and I wore my Hawaiian shorts that I bought in 8th grade, and went barefoot. He made fun of my dream to go to Duke, and I told him that I didn't make fun of his dream to be a music man. But we're going to be on opposite ends of the United States. Probably around 2200 miles, if not more.

May 23 2002
[3:42pm] I feel really weird. I don't have anything to do. I mean, besides the car stuff.. I guess I could clean, but I'm feeling really lazy and bored. Maybe I'll take a nap. Or maybe I could clean. I'll clean.

[3:24pm] Tomorrow is the last day of school. Jake gave my brother and I a ride home and then I washed my car. Then my dad and I took it to get its license plates (which are surprisingly expensive!! $183.60!!) and then we went to Walmart to get some touch-up paint for it because it has some scratches on it. But I'll let it cool a bit before doing that, and putting the plates on.

May 19 2002
[8:04pm] Ahhh! Today is Pointfest. I'm so excited. All the boys are supposed to go over to Rob's house in the morning. I let him know that, I hope he somehow let the other boys know that. Jeez. And Kris will be easy to pick up. She's just right over there. All right. Everything will be wonderful.

May 18 2002
[2:43pm] Last night I went over to Jake's house and we watched Major Payne. Today my mom, brother, and I saw About A Boy. If you're a fan of Hugh Grant, I really recommend seeing this movie! It leaves you with a smile, and takes you through a lot of twisty turns. It's fun and you get to see people driving on the wrong side of the road (they're in England. Yeah. I know.)

May 15 2002
[8:19pm] I didn't win that poetry scholarship. But I did go to the band concert, and I saw Jake there. I also turned in my Precalc binder and got 50 out of 50. I rule. Uhh, what else? Drove yesterday night to the band concert and tonight to Walgreens and Schnucks. My umbrella was wet and it's supposed to rain tomorrow and I didn't want a soggy umbrella, so I put it outside to dry. Once it was dry, I decided to do a little guard show in my backyard. During the little guard show, the wind picked up and forced one of the shiny metal umbrella rods to scrape across my face and leave a great puffy line over my forehead. Ouch. And if that wasn't painful enough, I happened to look left, and my neighbor Nick was standing there, watching my stupid little umbrella guard show. Sting.

May 14 2002
[3:47pm] It's my 17th and 1/6th birthday. My mom and dad took care of my insurance yesterday. So yay! I drove to the awards banquet but got there too late to accept my Spanish III award, so I got that today. I did arrive in time to get the 4.0 award. And NOT get the Perfect Attendance award. *sad* But I went to the bank yesterday and got a cashier's check for $2600.00. The guy who did it for me was so nice. When I mentioned what it was for, he asked what kind of car I was buying. And he replied "I just bought a Saturn, I know you'll love yours." Upon hearing that it was an automatic, he goes, "Women," but smiled to let me know he was joking. He had great skin. And blue eyes.

May 12 2002
[6:52pm] Her name is Maxine. It means "the best." Which my car is.

[8:16am] Happy Mother's Day! Um, I'm redesigning so I haven't bothered with posting much. Lemme see, a review: May 1, I got my license; a few days before that, my parents and I opened a checkings/savings account; May 11 (yesterday), I bought my very first car; there are a few loose ends that I need to tie up: insurance (which my dad will take care of), cashier's check to my parents ($2600 + taxes), plates (we have temp tags that are good until June 11), and take it to get its tires checked. It makes a thub-thub-thub-thub noise when you push it to 50 (yeah, you have to push it, it's a baby car.) Also, I have to name it. I'll figure that out later. One week from today is Pointfest!

May 5 2002
[6:55pm] I wrote my first check today: $1.30 to my church for a tithe. Umm.. What else? It's cinco de mayo, and Jake and I had a funny conversation about crayons. I was asking him any question that came to mind and this is what happened:
 
Becky: If you could be a crayon, what color would you be?
Jake: Clear, so no one could see me, but I could see them.
Becky: Try again.
Jake: Fine, black. So at night, no one can see me.
Becky: Why wouldn't you want people to see you? You're just a crayon. You're not even a top-secret spy crayon.
Jake: Because it would be fun. People would be like where is my black crayon, I lost you, and I would be right there.
Jake: Plus black covers up everything.
Becky: But why would they be coloring in the dark of night?
Jake: Maybe they couldnt sleep, maybe they are a night person like me.
Becky: But wouldn't they turn their light on to do some crayon coloring?
Jake: No.
Becky: Why on earth not? What kind of fool colors with the lights off?
Jake: Let me dream, stop ruining it!

May 3 2002
[6:17pm] On the 1st, I got my license. I didn't go to first through third hour to take the test. John (the non-freaky but smoker driving instructor) came and picked me up at the house at 7:40 and we ran the course a few times. I was not nervous until we actually went outside and started it. But I did pretty well, only forgot a few things. I forgot to turn my wheels back around when I curb-parked and almost went into someone's yard. Also I was trying to see the speed limit sign and didn't see a stopsign until I was like 10 feet away from it, and I was going 30. Plus I totally messed up parallel parking. But I passed with an 87.