083100
[5:02 pm] Tomorrow I am going to Swiss-consin. The state. Madison, to see the University there. I hope I don't freeze my body off. Um.. What else? There was one other thing.. But I can't remember. Maybe I will remember one of these days. I HATE that. I'm gonna go play Dirt bike. I just turned on the radio.. Limp Bizkit's new song -- they cuss a lot. And he sings like a little girl (who cusses a lot.) It's been 15 days since I last redesigned. I like this design, but you know what? It's probably gonna come down soon.. if I get some weekends to come up with a new design. I'm thinking red and abstract something or other.. Maybe not.

082900
[4:53 pm] Ancient Egyptians (including Nefertiti) were nnnasty!
[4:38 pm] You know how hard it is to find stuff about human inbreeding on the web? It's hard! No one wants to write about it. I don't necessarily want to read about it, but if I have to write a project about it, what am I supposed to do????
[3:50 pm] Today in History we learned about Nefertiti, which means "The Beautiful One Has Come." We learned that she was not quite so beautiful. She looks kind of like a space alien. As do these kids. The reason for this is simple, but it involves a question. If you're a pharaoh, and you want to have one of your children be pharaoh, and you also want them to have PURE pharaoh family blood, how do you go about that? Inbreeding, of course! You've got to marry your sister, have kids with her, and keep the blood pure. Easy as pie. That is, until your genes start getting the better of you. You're not as great as you think. You've got gross stuff in your genes (or jeans.. ew) that when it mixes with stuff like that.. will cause problems. Like curved heads, increased chances of passing on diseases, stomach flopping over, and other bad stuff. I just never knew this crap before.
[3:33 pm] Well, I skipped two days and I felt good about it. Maybe I'll do that more often, although it is more honorable to update for the reader's pleasure. If you enjoy it, and I am making this page for you to read, than what's the point of me having it if I don't use it?

082200
[7:30 pm] We were supposed to go to a ballgame today, so I shaved my legs this morning. I didn't want hairy legs for school tomorrow, and if I hadn't done it tonight, I'd have to have done it this morning. Too many helping verbs. Anyway, I shaved my legs this morning, which I hate to do.. But it all worked out for the best. Now I don't have to bathe tonight! Yay!
[1:48 pm] Will got his learner's permit. He only missed 3 on the test. Wow. That's good. Also, I'm working on some short stories. I should have those up soon, maybe.
[8:22 am] No, don't cry.
Me:  Rosco's got pretty eyelashes.
Ty:   He's a GIRL! Pretty eyelashes..
Me:  You've got eyelashes.
Ty:   But mine aren't pretty. I've got UGLY eyelashes! [sobs loudly]
[7:17 am] I start school tomorrow. I'm not scared. I've got Will and Kris in my first hour (biology), so the first hour won't be scary. We won't go in the band room like we did last year, cowering from all the older people. This year we may mingle with the masses in the Commons. That's what the call the cafeteria area in my school. The Commons!
When Rosco the dog tries to sleep, he first tosses and turns like an old woman with back problems. Then he finally ends up on his back, paws in the air, and every once in a while, he'll lick his lips in satisfaction of a job well done.

082100
[8:15 pm] My brother is trying to teach his friend HTML over the phone. That cracks me up. He starts off with, "The easiest part to remember is how to make the background different colors." Hahaha!
[7:43 pm] Kris and I on the phone:
Me:    [pronouncing mature with a hard T] The more mature of us.. Ha ha, I'm stupid.
Kris:  No, you're just an English sergeant.
Me:    Sergeant? I'm not a sergeant.
Kris:  I meant professor.
Me:    Oh, same thing!
[7:40] Phone talk.
Me:    Rick Ankiel is twenty one.
Kris:  You could go to bars with him!
Me:    If I was going out with Rick Ankiel that would not be my first priority. "Hey Rick, let's go out to a BAR! It doesn't matter that you don't even know my name yet, I know your name. Everybody knows your name."
Both:  [singing] Where everybody knows your name..
[4:08 pm] I scanned my hair a few minutes ago.
[1:08 pm] I took a shower, got dressed, ate lunch, put on makeup, played with dog a little, labeled my folders, labeled my notebooks, studied my school schedule..
And told my brother my opinion of my seventh grade English teacher, Miss Layton. He has her this year. I hated her. She was sooo.. stupid. She was an English and Spelling teacher. She gave us our spelling tests. Sometimes, when we graded them aloud, she'd spell the word wrong, and I'd challenge her, having to whip out the Spelling book.. in her face. She'd be wrong, but insist she was right, countering with, "That's what I said." No, that's NOT what you said, lady. Now shut up and I'll teach, ya stupid person. You're a SPELLING teacher. You're supposed to know how to SPELL. Who wooda thunk?
[12:12 pm] I'm thinking about getting dressed. Perhaps I should take a shower. Lunch, too. Makeup.. Gosh. I'm behind today. Things I did do today: Got up, brushed teeth, washed face, got on computer, ate breakfast, did dishes, computer.. and that's about it. I'm a lazy bum. I start school on Wednesday the 23rd. Argh! I should go label my folders.
[9:48 am] If you wanted to go to random pages, a good search would be this one. I even found Bill Gates' horoscope. How handy.
..And the power, you're supplying.. it's electrifying.. Better shape up.. Cuz I need a man.. And my heart is set on you.. Better shape up.. You better understand.. To my heart I must be truuuuue!
[8:31 am] The list yesterday inspired me to write a new list.
1.) Boyfriend.
2.) Bellybutton piercing.
3.) Avenger / Intrepid.
4.) Driver's license.
5.) Parent's consent to drive.
6.) Straight A's.
I guess as we grow older, we get more and more needy.

082000
[6:10 pm] Two days ago I found a list that I wrote in the back of a book. A wish list, written on the inside of the back cover of The BFG by Roald Dahl. I wrote it when I was about 9 or 10.
1.) Devon Sawa
2.) To be fifteen.
3.) Monte Carlo.
4.) To be pretty.
Umm.. I'm fifteen. I don't have Devon Sawa or a Monte Carlo, but I'm 15 and somewhat pretty. I'm doing good.
[6:05 pm] I saw the movie Space Cowboys with my mom this afternoon: not that great. 2 out of 5 stars. The plot was weak, the acting was iffy in spots, the guys weren't that charming, the ending was so predictable.. But I like Tommy Lee Jones' way of talking. So.. It was bearable.
[10:55 am] The other day I popped my neck and I felt it all the way down my arms. In the bones and nerves. It was kinda cool.
[9:13 am] I slept well. Until 8:50 or so. Yes, I was quite tired. P.S. We (Cardinals) won the ballgame, after plenty of rain delays. Rams lost though 31-27.

081900
[1:57 pm] Inside the McDonalds Play place:
Will:    [looking at ceiling] "Not quite as romantic as looking up at the stars,
           but looking up at a metal ceiling through nylon rope netting.."
Me:      "It's not even rope."
Will:     "It is nylon."
Me:      [pondering whether to argue the point anymore] "..."
Will:    "Just give me this one."
Me:      [laugh] "Okay."
[12:57 pm] I learned yesterday from Will's mom that when he was little and they were taking a car trip, he liked to annoy his dad. So when his dad was driving, he'd hold up one finger and point it at the back of his dad's head for hours. And it would irritate his dad.. And one year, Will had a little plastic lizard and he'd rest that on the head rest very close to his dad's right ear and his dad would catch it in his peripheral vision, and then freak out. Not very safe, but immensely funny.
And one year, my brother had a little soft plastic dinosaur that my parents would use as a eating utensil for him. They'd put the sausage or whatever into the dinosaur's mouth and my brother would just bite the sausage and eat it that way. Cute and clever.
[9:44 am] Here's the first bit of my rendezvous with Will and the others yesterday: My brother went outside to go to the playground near our house with the little kids who live down the street from us. The younger one is Casey, he'll be going into kindergarten this year, and the older one is Tommy. Tommy is nine or ten, and is Casey's older brother. Will rang the doorbell to pick me up, and we got in the car with his parents. His mom told me that when Will went up to the door, Tommy whispered, "That's Becky's date!" And Casey replied with, "Becky's got a date?" I have no privacy.
[8:53 am] Some foods get better when you let them get stale. Some foods don't.
I was listening to Internet radio (Be-on-air), and then I remembered that doing that uses up bandwidth (I guess that's the word), so I turned that off and listened to my regular non-internet radio. But what's weird is that the same group was playing on Internet radio and non-Internet radio.
[8:44 am] I've done this, but it's not because they said to. I did it at Christmas '99 (right around when calapitter.net came into existence, through a long journey of getting tangled in DNS vine traps and all that stuff) and then just left them up. I also have one glow in the dark star that my buddy Ashley gave me at Band Camp 99. Its stuck to the ceiling right over the place where my head goes when I am laying on my bed.
[8:07 am] Yes I am. Very tired. And very relaxed. Ballgame tonight. I'll tell you about the (")date(") in a bit. It was nice.

081800
[1:17 pm] I know that if the phone rings, I'll jump out of my chair and run up the stairs (there are 12, I think) and wait until it rings 4 times and then the answering machine will pick up. I will hear his voice, "Hey Becky it's — " but before he can say his name, I will pick it up and say, "Hello" because I'll know, by his voice, who it is. I hope that happens soon. Not too soon, of course. My clothes are still in the drier and I am only in my robe.
[1:17 pm] Hmm.

081700
[8:14 pm] Instead of going to Chuck E Cheese, like we planned earlier today, Will and I will probably go bowling with Bollinger and Holly. Will said that the kid who was asking Will to be there likes to run around a lot and Will is awful tired, because of football practices.
[1:48 pm] The number of teen births in the US is decreasing. I'm glad for this, because anyone who has been in their mom's uterus for over 10 years really needs to get a life. I can hear the insults for the average teen birth guy: "Momma's boy!"
[7:43 am] Will called me about 20 minutes ago to alert me that instead of going bowling on Friday night, as originally planned, we will go to Chuck E Cheese. You see, there's a kid who is turning some age between 5 and 9, and he adores Will. And this kid is having his birthday party at Chuck E Cheese on Friday evening, when Will and I were planning to go bowling. To accommodate everyone, Will simply suggested that he and I go to Chuck E Cheese, and attend this birthday party. I can only oblige, because Will is my homie.

081600
[2:31 pm] Tonight I probably will go to the concert, if my mom agrees to take me, for which I would be forever thankful. If not, oh well. There'll be other times. And then Friday, I'll probably go bowling with Will, driven there via Will's mom. Awww. Holly and Bollinger (that's what we call Ryan) will be there, along with 2 other people neither Will nor I know.
[2:19 pm] Yeah. Again. And every time I do redesign, someone has a comment for me like, "Hey every time I go to your site, there's a new layout." I'm never quick enough to snap back at them something like, "Well maybe you oughta visit my site more often so you can see the same layout over and over!"
The bad thing about redesign is that it takes a while for me to think about what I want to do, and then longer for me to actually DO it. And while all this thinking and doing is going on, I end up getting sick with the current layout of whatever I'm redesigning for. So I guess I'll hurry up. I've got about three or four ideas in the process, but I don't really like any of them to pursue them. Except the little blue building. You'll see, maybe.
[12:49 pm] Today is my brother's dog's birthday! He's one human year old, and seven dog-years. Or vice versa, if I'm wrong. I don't know if it's: 1 human year = 7 dog years or 1 dog year = 7 human years. So whatever.
And a random (or maybe not so random) thought: it's SO much easier to make a design for a website and complete it than when you've got to make everything yourself. In my opinion, I'd rather not waste (or misuse) creative energy..
[12:30 pm] Tonight I'd like to go to my friends' concert. They (Will and Robbie and Andrew and the rest) are in a band called Jelly Donut, and they're playing tonight. Unfortunately, I don't know if I have a ride, because my parents are prolly tired of driving me around everywhere, and plus my brother has drum lessons tonight at the same time as the concert. I could ask Will, of course, and maybe I will. But I'm tired. Rob and Will want me to go. They keep bugging me about it, so maybe I'll surprise them and show up. I'll act the perfect fly girl. (I guess that's what it's called.)

081500
[7:48 am] One month until I can get my permit. Yay!

081400
[8:48 pm] I may've just been asked out on a date. Or not. I don't know. Being a teenager is confoozuling. Anyway, Honors Biology first hour.. with Will and Kris.. hard to not talk.. hard to not sleep. I will be okay.
[4:26 pm] Just testing something.
[2:11 pm] How am I supposed to sleep when I've got Honors Biology first hour? All year long. I found this out today because I got my schedule today.
[8:32 am] Today I am 15 years and 5 months old. I have one day and one month until I can legally get my permit. Maybe my mom will let me do it. I hope so. Hey. I just noticed something. It was exactly 12 hours ago that I last wrote in this notebook. To the minute. If ya don't believe me, see yesterday's Book.

081300
[8:32 pm] I just remembered. There's this girl at my school, she WAS pregnant, but she's not anymore. I can't remember her name, it's not Nicole though. Not Nicole of 080400. It's someone else. But she had a miscarriage. I am sad for her. She is a senior. Not like a sophomore like stupid Nicole. Not a sophomore like me.
I searched Britannica.com for calapitter.net and I got this. OBGYN? Ugh.
[8:27 pm] I was checking my referral logs and discovered that I was referred by.. well, riotHero's referral logs. Hahaha!
[5:17 pm] Back, pictures soon? Tomorrow I get registered from school and get my school pic taken. Not too long until I get that yearbook either.

080600
[12:22 pm] I am leaving soon.
[10:19 am] Brian Regan is this really funny comedian guy and I found some snippets of his funny stuff.. Like "You too!" Make sure your bladder has been emptied recently, because if it hasn't, it will promptly do so. He cracks me up.
[9:43 am] Today. I will not be writing in the Notebook for like a week. But I will take my digicam (maybe) and I will keep a little diary thing. Then I will type it up and link it on the side menu and evruh-thaaaanng will be hunky-dorky. :)

080500
[4:39 pm] I've got to finish my laundry, get together a list of things I need my dad to pick up from the store, get ready for dinner tonight, and stop fooling around on the computer. But first, the list: a white sheet to be made into a toga, Ritz Bitz sandwiches, Listerine, sun block, hairspray (ultra hold), golden eye shadow and black eyeliner and lipstick (??), and some other things. Water, Oreos, juice, raisins. Et cetera.
[4:25 pm] My eyes are watering. I just got home from the ball game with my aunt and grandma and other family. We won, 5 - 0. It was fun, though. Hot and humid. More humid (12 million percent) than hot (83 degrees) but just enough to make it unpleasant, weather wise. But I'm home now, and I'm afraid that this is the only chance I will have today to write in Notebook. And then tomorrow morning is church, and at 1:30 pm tomorrow I will be going to school to get on a bus going to Band Camp. I'll be there until Thursday afternoon, at which point I will be going with my family to celebrate my (other) grandmother's 75th birthday and watch the Atlanta Braves (see previous link.)
Anyway, tonight I'm going to hang out with my grandma that is in the state now (the one that's already 75) and my aunt. It should be fun. Except that I hate salad and they all tease me about it.

080400
[4:52 pm] This girl I know from school (I do not like her), her name is Nicole L, is pregnant. (Sorry about sentence structure.) In 7th grade, she called me a dork and I haven't liked her since (not JUST because of that.) She's a jerkette. She's a snob. Her boyfriend is UGLY, and yet he moved into her house and they .. are going to have a baby. I was surprised of my reaction when I learned of this. I was happy, not for her, but for me. Because that means that I have to put up with her less this year. Unfortunately.. she's going to HAVE A BABY!! A person that she will be a MOTHER to. I pity that poor person. Nicole's mother works at McDonalds (as a cashier.) Not dissing McDonalds or anything, but does it run in the family?
[2:19 pm] Wassssup? Nothing. I just felt like saying that. Tonight I am going to the baseball game with my grandma, my aunt Linda, my mom and brother, and my friend Kris. Everything will be fun. And if I get Will to call me, he might come with me and my brother and dad and aunt and grandma. For brunch and then to the baseball game tomorrow. It's the Braves, ooh scary.
And my mom did something like this once. She took the phone out of the socket (because it wasn't working and she was upset about it) and took it outside and ran over it with our Suburban. The thing was tough, it only cracked. It probably would have worked the same way as before she ran over it.

080300
[3:57 pm] Ha ha ha.. this cracks me up!
[3:25 pm] Phone call.
Me: "You were in my dream last night."
Will: "Did I die?"
Me: [laugh] "No."
[2:58 pm] I think it would be fun to be so amazingly beautiful that it would make people want to touch your shoulders and steal your socks and weird stuff like that. Dude, if I was that beautiful, I would throw socks out my window just to watch my fans clump and scamper about for them. It sounds cruel but it's not. It'd be FUN, I think. PS: I am a Karate Chicken. PPS: I asked my brother for a Pepsi One and he brought it down, already opened! He's like a waiter!!! I don't even have to pay him.
[2:19 pm] I forgot to link this for my brother until now.. so la la la and click on it. P.S. Watery Pepsi One is NASTAYYYY!
[2:02 pm] Larry King.
Me: "Wow. For a second there, I didn't feel emotionally attached to anything."
Me: [after a pause] "Have you ever felt that way?"
Tyler: "Well I used to be that way too before I listened to Larry King and he helped me get back on my feet."
[1:34 pm] Stuyvesant's thoughts on splash pages made me laugh because I have felt such frustration before. I didn't waste it on something so trivial, but same feeling. (Okay, that's a lie about not wasting it on something so trivial.) And something cool and awesome that proves ONCE AGAIN that my brother must be some supernatural alien type thing: he cleaned my mom and dad's bathroom this morning. To be nice. (Whataweirdo!) But I love him cuz he's my brothahhh!!
[1:21 pm] I should call Will soon. If he comes with me on Friday or Saturday, he'll meet my grandma and aunt. They rule. Will rules. Everyone rules. I will go call him now. Another over fried thought left in the microwave too long: It's kinda strange having your friend's name be a helping verb. Think about it.

080200
[9:06 pm] And goodnight. An extra leftover thought that was left in the microwave too long: *~Maybe the band members know something I don't know.~* [Via my other bestfriend, Kris] I'm happy about this.
[6:50 pm] I think I've been excluded from rug cleaning. Oh darn. :D
[6:19 pm] Huh?
Andrew: "He named his bass after you."
Me: [mishearing] "And which space would that be?"
Andrew: "The only bass he uses in, you know, the band."
Me: [not understanding who I was talking to] "Andrew plays bass?"
Andrew: "I'm Andrew!"
Me: [finally starting to figure it out] "Oh."
Will: [taking the phone from Andrew] "Hi."
Me: "Hi. I hear you named your bass after me. I thought he said space."
Will: [laughs] "My bass is named Baby. Not Becky."
Me: "Well, hmm. Your band members don't seem to think so."
Will: [talking to band members with him] "It's Baby, you guys! Not Becky."
[laughing and 'No, it's Becky' in the background]
Me: "Well, thanks, I guess."
[6:13 pm] I'm tired. Band practice, then dishes, bathroom cleaning, a little more tootling about on the trumpet, and after dinner I think we are cleaning the Rug with one of those Rug-o-Rooter things or whatever they're called. I don't like em, but I guess I'll just have to deal. And then my bedroom will have to be cleaned, et cetera et cetera. I don't mean to sound like just another whiny teenager, but I'm 15 and I like to whine!
[3:42 pm] I sent my brother to work on the bathroom (mirrors sink and tub) and when he's done I'll do the toilet (ugh) and floor. I think it's about equal. Trying again.
[3:04 pm] Hmm.
Me: "Little girls on the moon on bicycles."
Ty: "Well, which are they? On the moon? Or on bicycles? It's gotta be one or the other, Mulder."
Me: [mishearing him] "One or the other, mother?"
[2:31 pm] Well I tried something and it didn't work, so oh well. La la la.
[1:38 pm] I just learned from my brother that Ronald Reagan has jowls.

080100
[8:53 pm] Because I have nothing better to do: Donkey pinky cranky koo, stanky farmer doodle-la-doo!
[8:42 pm] I love my precious lockjaw. This witty comment comes via my creative helpful brother. He's a good kid. When I whined to him earlier today while I was doing the dishes that my arms hurt, he asked me why. I feel bad because I said, "Why do you think my arms hurt?" He remembered (that I had band today and I have to hold up my trumpet for long periods of time) and then (despite my previous snappishness) asked me if I wanted him to finish the dishes. I thanked him, but no-thanked him, and he went off cheerfully enough.
[5:09 pm] I've been fooling around a bit with a new design idea. I don't think I'll follow through on it, but it's a nice thought just to have an option if I wanted to redesign. (Even though I just did like 5 days ago.)
[5:03 pm] It seems strange. We're now 8 months into the year 2000. 4 months from today, we won't have to put the phrase 'the year' in front of the year. We'll just be able to say when asked the date, "March 19th, 2001." But you'd be a nerd if you said the year along with the day and month. In fact, I'd think that you'd be a nerd if you said the month. "Tha 19th," would probably be enough for me. If someone doesn't know the month or the year, then they're.. um.. out of date?
[4:51 pm] Stupid loud people outside. Bothersome to us tired crankies.
[3:44 pm] I'm watching As Good As It Gets. It's a really good movie. I love the acting job Greg Kinnear does.
[1:35 pm] I have a few things to tell you (whoever you are.) Number one, Ashley is not grounded for another week. Instead, her mom made her do 50 pushups in place of the original 5 assigned to her by band & guard teachers. So she's not grounded. That's good. Two, in reply to my post yesterday about salad.. Well, let's quote that post, just for a reminder. M'kay?

"Salads taste bad. I don't like salads!!! My mom made me eat one,
and I nearly died. I almost threw up on my plate. But to spare her
embarrassment and regret (for making her only daughter barf every-
where) I did not. Plus, it would not have been pleasant for me either."

"Salad is good for you, and will not make you barf. Peas however are evil."

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