[9:35am] Everything is so much more beautiful in the morning!! Things are resolved and lovely. And I realized that, since band is a nonhonors class, the final can only be worth 10% of my grade. Which can only bring me down to a B because I would otherwise have an A in that class. Hallelujah!

January 3 2003
[10:26pm] ONE LAST THING. I PROMISE THIS IS IT.
[Chris C makes really stupid joke]
Me: [cracking up because the joke is so stupid] You're so freakin funny.
Chris C: Thanks, I try REALLY hard.
Me: [cracking up even more because he tries REALLY hard]

[10:18pm] P.S. I'm being awesome. I'm not sending an email that could be dangerous to my relationships tonight. Not while I'm still mad. Maybe tomorrow morning when I've thought a little bit. About other things than this thing or guard. Or how freakin much my feet hurt. Okay, on to bed. Sorry for the blah-blah-blah. :) (Flip it and reverse it.)

[10:02pm] We did in fact go to the mall, for a grand two-and-a-half hours. Now I won't see her for three days. Fabulous. *sigh* I'm in a very bad mood after our 9-9, not particularly because of the 9-9 itself, though I'm sick of learning sabre work. Particularly because I SUCK at it. Lori's like "toss [ANYTHING]" and we do. And I drop. EVERY TIME. Something is telling me that I need to do some tossing in my backyard. Like I have time. I'll MAKE TIME.
Now I have to worry about practicing for my band final that I should have taken like November 23 or something. A LONG time ago. I feel like just taking a zero on it. (Or, rather, like a 20 on it --out of like 100-- because I did take the written.) And they're all threatening me with horrible grades, but the worst they can give me is a D. Imagine. A D in band. Okay, anyway, and if I get a D second quarter, it'll even out to a B (or C, God forbid) for semester. And my GPA will still be 4.43 (or a 4.28 in the case of a C.) (Or an unweighted 3.86 or 3.71.) See how thoroughly I've considered this? I doubt that it's worth all the hassle and stress. I know you're all like "OH, BAND, HOW STRESSFUL." I hate you. And that's that.
Just a quick mention on the run: Jake, Mega, Buffa, and I went out to lunch, and it was so fun. These people crack me up 100%. "I said I'm sorry. Okay. I'm sorry! Shut up!" You can't say 'I'm sorry' and follow it up with 'Shut up!' It's against the rules. And you're also not allowed to tie me up in a sweatshirt and not let me out. That's just mean. And Kelly and Jake and I went to Ginny's for dinner and had a brilliant time. Now everyone is out at a certain person's par-tay and I wasn't invited, but they're all doing illegal things, so I wouldn't have gone anyway. Plus I'm tired from the 9-9 and my hands are soooo gruesome right now. They're all scratched and torn and icky from sabre. I don't know why I keep going off on these little rants. I need to shut up and go to bed. Okay, this is the official end of transmission for the longest post I have ever.. posted. Yeah.

January 1 2003
[1:09pm] Yay. Official Mall Dibs may just work. Whee.

[12:02am] Okay. That's it. Goodnight.

December 31 2002
[11:49pm] Wow, kids. I just might make it to midnight this year. Or next year, shall I say. Last year, I slept through it. FYI: Dibs on Kris tomorrow. I got Official Kris Dibs for Going to the Mall. None of this partying with Dustin nonsense. I gotta see her once in a while, she is my best friend.

December 30 2002
[7:56pm] Dear Joey: Happy Day Before Your Birthday To You!

[10:20am] For a girl that has done very little recently, I'm not doing very well on updating this website. I will tell you this though: I had a winterguard 9-5 on Friday, and afterward I went out with Dustin and Kris. Entertaining, but odd; felt like a third wheel (and not like a tricycle.) Saturday I saw Drumline and got an oil change. And a chiding from the oil change guy: "When was the last time you got your oil changed?" I don't know. "Well, you oughta know this, young lady! Your tires had only 20 lbs of pressure in them!!!! We put them back up to 35." He said all this like I should be grateful. Like I wasn't paying the guy. Like he was doing it out of his own charity. Maybe he was. Oops. Oh well. Umm.. yesterday: church.. And today: Weapons practice 1:00-5:00. I may hang out with Dustin and Kris after.. it all depends on stuff. Yeah. P.S. I have a new layout on the way. Muy bonito.

December 26 2002
[9:55am] A very merry belated Christmas to all of you. I haven't written anything lately because I have been lazing about consistently and not doing anything whatsoever, if I can avoid it. I'm trying to get inspired as to a new layout -- calapitter definitely needs some sprucing up. I got three new CDs and copied one of my brother's onto my computer, so inspiration should come soon. P.S. This is so much more important than a P.S., but I just.. whatever. The guard show rocks. It's going to be so hard for me, since I spin sabre 3/4 of my show.. But yes. It will rock so hard. You should see my arm. Bruise-o-mania. It's crazy. Onward to the redesign.

December 21 2002
[7:49am] After my little message yesterday, it might please you to know that I went to the middle school cafeteria at 1:00 and painted the guard tarp. Until 8:00. Sigh. And here's what it looks like: The Square Beyond Compare. But shh. I didn't tell you. Here's what I did tell you: I got paint ALL OVER MYSELF. I looked like a big brown monster. I had it in my hair, all over my pants and back because I had to keep pulling the stupid pants up. I had it all over my face and right after I got it on my face, I turned to Shawn and said "'ello?" All Britishy, and he fell down laughing. Because I had brown paint all over my face. I guess. Well, I guess I better get a move-on. I have a 9-9 today. Happy Drill-Learning Day!

December 20 2002
[12:13pm] Now you may bask in my smart, smart presence. Yes, smart smart. Because I got a 106% on my Calculus final. Maybe I should amend that to "dang smart." I think I will. I am dang smart. Um, what else? I'm done with all my finals, I have only one college application to turn in (Rhodes, which isn't due til the 15th of January) which is saying something because I think the guidance secretary hates me and everyone else in the world. (Yes, especially you, Chriservannes.) Okay, well, I got an email from Dustin, the brain dead bison, and it's making me laugh too hard, so I have to stop typing now.

December 17 2002
[6:17am] I was right. A good night's sleep really does brighten things up.

December 16 2002
[9:02pm] I know I'm not the only one who has felt like this. But it still is tough. You know, like.. Hmm. How can I describe this without sounding desperate? Well, I'll just go for it. It feels like I'm buried. I have all these things--scholarships, applications, tests, finals, homework assignments, grades to maintain. Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain, I say. Sigh. Not to mention this band test thing I have to take. I'm utterly stressed. Not to mention that guard totally starts on Friday/Saturday. Wow. For a second there, I thought I was doing okay. I just need some sleep. And a 100% on this band test. Sigh.

December 15 2002
[9:20pm] Band concert was today. While the concert wasn't spectacular, post-concert activities were awesome. Kris and Dustin and I went to Blockbuster and rented Lilo & Stitch. We sang along with Weird Al (Lasagna, Fat, Spuds), Dandy Warhols (Get Off), and Bif Naked (The Pee Song, and Twitch.) The car was foggy with our laughter by the time we arrived at my house and Dustin wrote "Dustin is a sexy beast" on the window. They came over to my house and we watched Lilo & Stitch and had a grand old time over pizza. "But Kristeeee I'm in my jammieeees!!" So cute.

December 14 2002
[4:08pm] Things are good. Took the ACT this morning, flew right through the science but we'll see. Also: got my acceptance letter from Mizzou and I got the Curator's Scholarship ($3500), and it's renewable with only a 3.25 GPA. So that's pretty good. I think this afternoon will be spent working on a new delightful design.

December 13 2002
[5:47pm] I'm beginning to wonder if it's time for a new layout. As beautiful and wonderful as this Joey layout is, I'm beginning wonder. And with this new layout, there shall be picture folders -- I swear, this time. Not like last time, where I never got around to it. Maybe this layout won't come until next week (after finals and guard practices)... but anyway. Today one of my friends who hasn't spoken to me in a while, said four words to me. And this made my day unbelievably better. If this person is you--you should know that. And then we made cell cookies and I have a crapload of candy left over--which I'm going to eat at the movies tonight when I see Treasure Planet with Kris and Dustin. I'm taking my camera, so maybe you'll get a "teaser" picture folder. "Teaser" because of all the ones to come. And I have SUCH a good Cici's/Kmart/Wal-mart adventure to show you. You will love it.

December 11 2002
[8:42pm] Let it be known throughout the kingdom that I am finally a teenager. I am finally branching out. I have finally given Jason the phone numbah. YEAYAH!!!

[4:45pm] Ladies and gents: I am now proud to present the Three Coolest Things on the Planet Earth. A.) I finished all three tests today, wahoo!! (How I did on these tests is another issue altogther -- inconclusive as of yet.) B.) I get to go to Cici's tonight with Kris, another fundraiser. Whoo!!! C.) Perhaps the coolest of all, my lovenote. Yes, my lovenote. Sigh. I'm so loved.

[3:52pm] I seem to be getting a lot of hits from someone looking for the Scarlet Ibis. I don't know, I think I deleted it somewhere down the line. But I found it again, so here. You tried hard enough, so enjoy.

December 10 2002
[9:25pm] WE'RE BACK!! Yes, the trip to D.C. was a hootin hollerin good time, but now I gotta face reality again. Sigh. Tests!! Yahhh!! Anyway, I bet you all missed me desperately so I'm updating to tell you that I'm alive and as awesome as always.

December 6 2002
[3:02pm] Whereas, TWO snow days make a week worse. Here's how: No teachers want to give tests after two days gone from snow days. However, they ARE willing to give a test the Monday after the Friday after two snow days. (Sequence: two snow days, one wasted day where all teachers say "TEST MONDAY", two weekend days, and test Monday.) This would all be fine, except that I won't be at school on Monday, so I have three wonderful tests to make up. FABULOUS, I tell you. Just fabulous.

December 4 2002
[4:59pm] A wonderful beautiful snow day makes any week better.

December 2 2002
[8:56pm] Tonight was the Christmas Parade, but it was really the pre-parade festivities that brought joy to me. A trip to Burger King with Chris, Kris, Shawn, and my brother was awesome. "Have you guys ever thought about your name? I mean, like, MY name is SHAWN! It's mine!" Hahahaha! And then onward to Tarjay, where we had misadventures in the seasonal department.. And then the busride to the parade site.. And then the actual parade: "Hey Joey, someone on the bus told me that you were the hottest boy in band." "Were you sitting with this person?" "Yes." "Is she to remain nameless? Or he.. I get a lot of that too." Umm. Right. But Joey is hot, nevertheless. *cheezy smile* "Woah, you're band is really good. We saw you and we were like uhhhh." .... "You're hot." .... "Your band is good." *runs away* AHAHHAHAA! What a lovely night. Too bad I hate parades and everything they stand for.

December 1 2002
[8:16am] Do I have a story for you: Woo-wee! Happened almost 12 hours ago and I'm still excited. I'm even gonna do this thing with indents and crap!!
 
       So Kris and I went to the movies yesterday to see 8 Crazy Nights, which turned out to be incredibly gross and SOOOO funny but also slightly sad. I walk in the movie theater and I see her in the ticket-getting area. So I stealthily walk around and jump out behind her and scare the daylights out of her. It was awesome. But here's the real story: she was standing with this boy who looked very familiar. He says something, a few seconds after I ambush Kristen, something like "Wow, she's really something isn't she?" And Kristen says "Do you remember her?" And he says no, which is fine with me because I don't remember him either. And she says "Becky, this is Dustin from G*stock." We look at each other for a minute and recognition is instantaneous: "Ohhh!! It's you!" Awesome.
       Being the dork I am (and having JUST learned some new guard work and NEEDING to share it), I begin to teach the dance to Kris. It's the beginning of our show, so I show her. And everyone laughs because I'm dancing (not well) in front of the ticket-getting place. Then Dustin's two friends come up. Se llaman Evan and Kurt. (Kurt is really hot. Just a side note.) We eventually move inside to the food-getting place, and Dustin and his friends offer to save us seats while we get our food. We agree to meet them in the theater.
       Going in, we momentarily think "Uh oh, we don't know where they are", and worriedly look up into the audience, but a moment later we hear "Yo yo! Up here, girly-os!" That was Evan. We get situated and watch the movie. We sing along with the Wehrenberg song and many people join in the whispering "Wehrenberg, where's yo bird." (Local thing.) We watch the movie, listen to the Hanukkah song. We migrate out of the theater and stand by the food area because Matt works there and Kris likes to talk to him. We all stood around and talked.. and Evan looks at me. I am like "What?" He says "You look very familiar. I know you from somewhere." And I say "Probably not." He asks me "Did you used to play indoor soccer for the YMCA?" I think back to 4th grade. And it clicks. It's Evan the goalie, and Kurt the forward. Wow. I played soccer with these people EIGHT YEARS AGO. They're both freshman at Missouri Baptist now, and it's so cool. What are the chances? Oh it was so crazy. Just thinking about it. Dang.
       And the rest is falling action. The two soccer boys had to leave, but Dustin stayed and talked to us for a while. He's a very easygoing guy, but he rocks so much. I told him that I'm a ninja, and he told me that he's taking Kung Fu 101 in college, and he's for real. In fact, later, I tried to surprise him with a Judo chop and a kick (yeah.. I don't really know anything), he totally annihilated me and picked me up off the ground and then I got a foot cramp. They laughed. Anyway, sometime earlier during the evening Dustin determined that I was "spontaneous, and normal a minute later" (that probably had something to do with the dancing) and Evan decided that Kristen was "weird", which hurt her feelings, so we changed it to "spunky." And everything was WONDERFUL.

November 30 2002
[8:51am] Plans for today: Go get my senior pictures taken (whee, try and manage this fluffy hair), relax for a couple hours, go to school for guard practice 1:00-5:00, then go home and rest a while, and then maybe go to the movies with Kris. There are quite a few movies I'd like to see: 8 Crazy Nights, Harry Potter II, They, and Treasure Planet. Should be fun, if I go.

November 28 2002
[4:46pm] It was so cold this morning. We arrived on location when we were supposed to (around 8:30ish? perhaps earlier?) and didn't actually start parading until 10:00, so that's around an hour and a half of just standing around in 20-degree weather. My fingers fell off, and so did my toes. I was only on TV for a part of a second, and I fought cramps the entire way through. I felt nauseous beforehand and exhausted afterward. Other than that, the parade was magnífico.

November 27 2002
[4:49pm] Gotta go to the hospital to pick up some prescriptions. I will either come home (after eating out) and work on scholarships that are due the 6th of December or I will put up photography folders.

[3:27pm] And a 1370 on the SAT whoooooo!!! Also: I will be marching in the Thanksgiving parade tomorrow. Ugh. Um, if I get done with other things today, I'll spend my evening putting up photography folders because I have a lot of things, but never posted them. Very sorry. But that's what today is for, yes indeedy.

November 23 2002
[9:43pm] Before I scoot on up to bed, I'd just like to inform you that after seeing The Ring again, I didn't have to sleep with the light on last night. Hahaha! I have conquered it!

November 22 2002
[5:27pm] YAAAAAAY!! Kris and Shawn and I are going to the movies! Whee! Maybe they will protect me from the big bad monster. They are my heroes, after all.

[4:43pm] Despite this throatamajigger, I might go to the movies tonight with Kris. We might see the Ring again. It was so scary that I didn't see half of it, so I think this time I'll sit on my hands and not put them in front of my face. Like a big fat crying baby (= me.) I hope hope hope Kris gets to go. The phone is ringing! Maybe it's her!

[6:31am] You know when you get that thing where no matter how many times you clear your throat, something is still lurking there, tickling there in the back? Yes, well I have that, which requires a lot of coughing and manly mmmmmmmhhhhmmms (clearing of the throat, not manly agreements.) Works best if I do the mhm slow. It's kinda fun to see how long I can draw it out. It'd be a game if it weren't so dang annoying.

November 20 2002
[9:20pm] ACT score: AHAHHAHAHAHA IN YO FACE MISTER HAHAHAHHAH AHAHHAHAHHA I GOT A THIRTY I GOT A THIRTY I GOT A THIRTY

[6:12am] Not to make you think that I'm neglecting you people out there, but I haven't posted because I'm working on a few other things (college, scholarships, CALCULUS), having issues with my people to work out, you understand.

November 17 2002
[10:06am] Okay, so last night I tried out for winterguard and made it. I also tried out for both weapon lines, but only made sabre, which is fine with me, and it makes Bravada Todd my new best friend.

November 16 2002
[2:34pm] Last night was the lock-in, which was fun but very tiring and cold. I carried my blanket around with me, and one time Shawn stepped on it, and I just got down on the ground and went to sleep. It was kind of nerdy. And what I've accomplished today: painted my fingernails blue. 6-9 tonight is winterguard tryouts. I'm still a little fuzzy from the little sleep that I've gotten, but I think a couple more hours of nail painting and napping will do me good.

November 15 2002
[8:47pm] WHEEEE!!!!!! WE HAVE TELEMUNDO!!!

[8:19pm] Tonight is the lock-in, which means that I will be taking a lot of pictures, let's hope, seeing how long it's been since I've posted any. Sorry bout that.

[6:31pm] Turns out that a lot of people from my school have found out, one way or another, about this calapitter thing. Which makes me a little happy, so I can give more "shoutouts" now. But also I have been discovering people I know's journals, too! Timka, Meagan, Buffalee. So, yay for all of us.

November 14 2002
[6:17am] Happy two-thirds birthday, self. Thanks, self. How's the leg doin? Ah self, we still got the pains up and down the calf. Oh, self, that's too bad. Gonna make it? Sure thing, self.

November 13 2002
[9:45pm] And stompeth they did. 36-0.

[6:14am] Whoopie! Today is the big football game, against Cape. Or what I like to call "The Big Orange Thing That Stompeth."

November 12 2002
[4:39pm] Yay! Wallyball! My team: The Big O' Queens. Consists of: me, Kris, Kelly, Kate, Scott, and Marika. I just thought of this: everyone on my team as some sort of k sound in their name. Becky, Kris, Kelly, Kate, Scott, Marika.

[6:09am] Yesterday at lunch, it was 11:11 am on the 11th day of the 11th month. I told people and they thought I was stupid.

November 10 2002
[11:49am] No making fun, but another night spent with the light on. I'm wondering if the boys of First Light are having practice today, because if they are, I'd like to go over there. I'm a bit restless because I can't spin my rifle or sabre. Pathetic. The thing is, my mom has offered to take me shopping today. But I'm too lazy for that. I would just jet over to Rob's and sit in his basement quietly and watch the boys. Whatevahhh.. I'm going to go clean my room.

November 9 2002
[6:16am] Okay, so I had to sleep with the light on. I wonder if Kris had to, also. By the way, something I forgot to mention last night because I am an idiot: Chris C's mom works at a bank, and that bank got held up last night, and it was her window. And you know the little alarm button thing that you can push when you get held up? Well, the guy said that if she touched it "she would get hurt." She's fine now, and Chris is also fine, but jeez.. That's some rough stuff. I'll have to hug him today.

November 8 2002
[10:13pm] Okay, after seeing the Ring, I'm scared of everything: horses, tables, glasses of water, strings, ladders, TVs, little smart boys, fingerprints or fingernails, video tapes, among other things. I'm too scared to sleep. And I don't like Bertie Bott's Everyflavor Beans -- my first was grass, my second was sardine, and my third, I believe, was vomit. Then bubblegum. Thank God for bubblegum.

[6:27am] Also: Lori might want to do our winterguard show on "Time to Say Goodbye" by Sara Brightman and Andre Bocelli!!

[6:05am] Last night just so happened to be one of the football team's district games (the second one, and you have to win three to be district champs.) We came. We conquered. We cheered. We left. Farmington didn't know what hit them. And I'm supposed to write a poem for Chriservannes by Monday so they can put it in the newspaper, and I thought I was going to write it about last night, sort of as a discussion of the finality of it all -- my last football game whatsoever. But nope. Ah well.

November 7 2002
[3:50pm] Going to Taco Smell for one last Pre-Thursday-Night-Band-Activity-Party-Guy. Yep. You like it.

[3:32pm] Four days til tryouts, whoopie! Last night I had the strangest, worst dream that I've had in a while. I dreamed that I went into the band room, and then into the locker closet. And I looked down and I saw a few people huddled around Joey (yes, The Joey of this site, look up, you'll see) who is lying on the ground, flailing his legs and covering his face with his hands, but there is blood shooting and spurting from between his fingers. He takes his hands away and it's just.. blood-o-mania. And he stops flailing, and his mom comes in and faints. I was so scared, I woke up freaking out. Waking up in a cold sweat at 1:30 in the morning is no peach cobbler.

November 4 2002
[6:41pm] Wonderchico, ¿qué es el secreto de tu poder? Wonderchico, ¿puedes tomarme muy lejos del muckey-muck hombre?
 
Becky: Check it out!
Jake: What the!
Jake: That is sick.
Jake: Okay, dinner time; I will return. Will you be around?
Becky: Maybe, if you're nicer about the sheep! They can't help they're gay! They're sheep!!!
Jake: lol
Jake: Aww how cute, gay sheep!
Jake: Now, will you be around?
Becky: Yeah.

November 2 2002
[9:59pm] I did fairly well on the SAT. I felt pretty good about my answers and stuff. We went by Blockbuster (where I rented "The Shining" because I was in the mood for a good scary movie) and Steak n Shake (where I got a big fat chocolate shake because I was in the mood for a big fat chocolate shake.) Then, after a while, I invited Kelly over to watch The Shining with me, and we were very confused, and then disappointed (what? the old guy! no!!), and then confused again. And then confused some more. And then we drove her home and I went to sleep. Goodnight.

[6:36am] Thursday night: I went to Rob's house for his Halloween party. They were playing Halloween but I couldn't watch because I had to drive myself home alone and then there was an early morning. Friday: A trip to Depauw--very cold, but worth the time. Now I know that it isn't for me. I never got the vibe. Today: The SAT. We'll see how this one goes.