073100
[8:46 pm] Salad tasted 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 (from making her only daughter barf everywhere) I did not. Plus, it would not have been pleasant for me either. I'm tired of everything. Band is stupid, except that I enjoy it so much. Not so much the marching. More the fun playing and the people. And the part where Ashley gets grounded for another week because she wouldn't do 5 pushups because she just put on fake nails. That's not so cool. I just think it's funny.
It's really only funny because she wasn't going to do it and she told the band director to call her mom.. she wasn't doing the pushups. I'm sorry, I do feel sad for her. But it's okay. Eventually she'll be free and she'll go out with Robin and Jason and Mallory and Amanda and regain her life back while I blog and plan my college career (Emory? Notre Dame?) even though I'm only gonna be a sophomore. Hmm. My mom wants a head start.
[5:59 pm] Ugh. Salad. Yuckkkkk!!!
[5:03 pm] My mom is really smart. She just said this (while we were talking about colleges), "Rejection will not kill you. You're going to have some failures in life, or otherwise you're not trying hard enough." I wonder if she made that up.
[4:07 pm] My head doesn't hurt anymore. Just my inner nasal area and the places behind my ears. So I guess that's my head. I'm a big faucet. Drip drip drip. (My nose.)
[2:03 pm] Oh my God my head hurts. My brother is wearing a lot of cologne and that doesn't help either. I took two yellow allergy pills and they are helping.
[7:25 am] Okay, so now my friend Ashley blogs here. She's a mover and a shaker. "No ghetto booty," as Lori says. Ashley then 'booties' when she marches. Hahaha!
[7:19 am] I think I'm gonna die. I can't breath through my nose hardly but I hate breathing through my mouth because it makes me cough and coughing makes me use my stomach muscles, which are sore from standing at attention with my tummy pulled in for so long. Goodness glaciers.
[7:13 am] I'm up too early. But I'm also very proud. Wee-hoo!

073000
[9:26 pm] I cut my back somehow and I'm bleeding all over the place. Goodnight!
[3:27 pm] Chocolate chip cookies! I just coughed and it sounded like an uppity sigh. Like when a snobby person rolls their eyes at your childish act and that's the sound I made. I'm stupid and retarded and my body has been taken over by an evil force. Hobgoblin, because everything is boring. I'm gonna go eat a brownie and then use the potty!
[3:18 pm] I can't figure it out. My best friend, Ashley, is blogging here. I'm stunned, because I didn't think that she was a computer nerd like me. I still don't think she is. I doubt that she'll blog for long, she's grounded now and that's all she can do. When she gets ungrounded, she'll go out with Robin and Jason (if they make up) and Amanda and Mallory. I'll be right. I gah-ron-tay!
[3:09 pm] I took 2 orange sinutab/sudafed pill things, to get rid of all this head-filling, mind-numbing, brain-deadening (I'll stop now with the hyphened, two word adjectives) snot stuff behind my face. It worked for about 5 minutes (about a half hour ago) and now I feel like I got run over by a tractor and now I'm drowsy to add insult to injury. I love sinus medicine. (Joke.)
[7:49 am] And once again, allergies strike. The left side of my face feels paralyzed because it is so full of gross snotty stuff. The right side is fine. My head aches like everything, though. I swear, I thought all this nastiness on the left side would show through and come out and trample on my semi-clear complexion, but it didn't. I am happy. As happy as one can be with only half a face to use. My emoticon= :-j. Yeah.

072900
[4:38 pm] Mall trip results: Jeans, a blue long-sleeve shirt, some pajamas, and some stuff from Rue 21 (stupid name for a store if ya ask me; it means 21st street.)
[9:27 am] I do want the new Eve 6 cd. Horrorscope. For some reason, I thought it was called Promise. Maybe it was that song. Yeah.
[9:18 am] Because I liked to give my opinion on what other bloggers are saying, I'd like to say that I hated the first Eve 6 CD. I didn't own it, so I guess that's a little presumptuous. How could I know? But I really really REALLY HATED "Inside Out." I could NOT listen to that crap. As far as I could tell, the lyrics were senseless. "I burn burn like a wicker cabinet"? Since when do people go around setting wicker cabinets on fire? Anyway. That's my rant for the day. I hope it's the only rant.
[9:10 am] First things first. What Lies Beneath: a good movie! Scary. I had to sleep with my little light on, because the nightlight I found (which is like 10 years old) under the sink had a broken bulb in it. That was very upsetting, so I just turned on my little light. Which, I might add, has a 3-level bulb, and it's touch sensitive. So if you touch it once, it's dim. (That's what I did.) And if you touch it three times, it's bright. Four, and it turns off. It's a cool light.
And I'm proud to report that I'm a pug.

072800
[3:41 pm] I want to listen to Dr Laura's webcast, but I don't, ya know? It is kinda dumb, but I think I'll just go find some internet radio station and listen to it. Beonair.com's station is cool, but they've got that guy.. Pupdog or whatever. I find him irritating. So, I am listening to Finnish radio which features hits from the '80s and '90s. Of course, hits that I have never heard before because they're in Finnish and everything sounds like, "How why no boys in Lon Don?" or "Feel the cat at midnight, doych mack truck." or "Dressing in the dark."
[3:22 pm] Everyone always insists on changing and it bothers me. Because I'm not changing (as far as I can tell) and I don't always like the changes. All the meaningless name-calling, anger, hip-shaking, dancing, cussing, teenage angst: I tire of it. I'm definitely tired of hearing stories of kids messing up their life. ―― getting pregnant, ―― got someone pregnant, ―― overdosed on drugs, ―― crashed their car and destroyed property, ―― calls black people 'niggers', ―― doesn't care anymore, drugs, sex, death. I'm tired of it all. It could stop. I wish it would, the terrible machine.
[2:58 pm] Last night I dreamed that I was pregnant, but I was going to do marching band anyway. Then after I made this decision, my pastor locked me in his garage. So hmm.
[2:02 pm] Tonight I may go see What Lies Beneath and I do not care what the critics say. I am determined to enjoy it. I may go tomorrow if the weather doesn't clear up soon. Or if my dad's flight doesn't get off the ground soon.
[1:02 pm] Band started today. It was okay-fun. All the boys have goatees now. It's like they all decided to sprout some facial hair in the last 2 months. I guess it's a good time to do it, when you're not seeing your school people everyday, and when you look all scraggly, they make fun of you. So it was okay. Just surprising. I guess that I retardedly thought that no one would ever get hormones. And the ballgame we went to yesterday was pathetic.

072700
[5:55 pm] Sniff. I'm going to a baseball game tonight. And you're not. Unless you are, in which case, you rock. Have a nice evening. I shall not be posting again until.. tomorrow?
[12:01 pm] I made Freschetta pizza for breakfast. Mmmm. Freschetta is betta!
[8:54 am] In response to Kottke's post about Blaine, I caught a typo that Mattel must have overlooked. Musicle? Is that a new kind of diet ice-cream?
[7:54 am] Band starts tomorrow for me. I'll meet the rookies again and feel big and sophomoric, because I'll be a sophomore. Hardy-har-har. I'm tired. Tonight I go to a ballgame. No good seats, we'll be sitting up in the terrace, maybe the terrace box if we're lucky. Today is payday for my mom, so we won't be broke. (We've taken a lot of vacations, and the paychecks have been suffering because of that. Vacations they're paying for: the family trip to San Diego (April), my Spring Trip to Florida (April), the family trip to Florida (June), the family trip to Omaha and Bloomfield (July), family trip to Indianapolis (072100 - 072200.) So we were kinda broke there for a bit.

072600
[3:57 pm] Mwahaha.. I got my pants back. I think I did. Umm.. about done with the splash and all that. Had some trouble with the codes. About ready to paste everything out to calapitter.
[1:37 pm] I just had a mini-fight with my brother about MY pants. The ones that I'm NOT wearing. The ones that he IS wearing. I always take his clothes and stuff, but that's because they don't fit him. But those pants fit me, and they're too long for him. So I demanded my pants back. It's the right thing to do. He better give em back. Or else.
[1:34 pm] Nope. Putting it all up now. Wait! I must design a splash page. Which means digging into the files I have of the model that is featured up in the top right-hand corner (her name is Angela Something) and then modify it a bunch so that she looks a little like a drawing, but also very real.
[8:11 am] I've been acknowledged by the Electric Biscuit's Stuyvesant Parker. And I'm quivering with joy. No, really. But there will be a new splash soon. I've already got more than half the new design done. Maybe I'll leave all the stuff up until August 1. Then, this layout (which I have nothing against, it's just too flamboyantly stupid to deal with) (kidding) will have been up an entire month.

072500
[3:38 pm] Remember the smart pill story I told you a couple months ago? I tried to find it in my archives of blogging, but couldn't. I found a story like it.

[3:27 pm] Lyrics.
There's a place in my mind in the back of my head,
In the part of the brain where memories are kept,
And I'd clean the place out: redecorate,
Except I can't scrub you off of the wall.
I'm just an idea, I'm nobody's twin,
I was already unconscious when the ceiling caved in.
I'm white and I'm whole, where I end it begins.
I'm everything but skin.

072400
[4:05 pm] It feels like someone stepped on my face. I have bad allergies. I hate Missouri because of the allergies. No one is home, so I can't take the Sinutab slash Sudafed, because then I'll get "drowsy" and collapse on the floor into a deep sleep and miss phone calls and stuff. On a happier note, I'm redesigning.
[11:45 am] My house is extremely warm.. Rosco the dog seems to like it. He sleeps a lot in the warmth. I'll cool down in a bit. I just curled my hair.
Remember when having an Adidas jacket was so cool? I wanted a red and white one. I got a purple and black one. It might have been reversible, I forget. I didn't get one until 6th grade, when I lost it like the 3rd day I wore it. I wore it to Science, left it there (stupid forgetful Becky) (and it doesn't help that there was a substitute teacher that day), and never found it again. I told my mom that I could probably handle the responsibility of having one in 8th grade, but by 8th grade, I had forgotten about wanting one and it wasn't cool anymore. I was angry about losing it. It was a $75 jacket!
[8:22 am] I'm going crazy. I'm hearing things that other people aren't. I thought I heard a dog bark, but when I asked my brother what that was, he didn't know what I was talking about. It is seriously freaking me out.
[7:24 am] I woke up this morning to a big bang. Like someone tipped over a metal trashcan or (more likely) if they set off fireworks. Of course, when I looked over at the clock, it was 6:23 am. I was quite angry. Not just because it was 6:23 am. Because I had been dreaming about a wonderful hot guy named Adam who was half-wildcat. He had a cougar tail. He had the wild cat ears that were a little back toward his head. He wasn't angry most of the time.
I dreamed that we had a little spat when we first met on the street. He told me to watch out where I was going (after I accidentally slammed right into him.) I told him to watch out. Hiss. Snarl. But then we both went into this book store. I had a big magazine I was reading, and I saw him looking at me over the top of his reading selection. I looked back for a while, and he was just walking over to exchange some kinder words than before, and then BOOM. Loud noise to wake me up. Maybe I dreamed it, because no one else in my house heard it, but it sure woke me up. Rrr.

072300
[8:32 pm] I need to go take some Sinutab, read some of Stephen King's It, wash my face, revise some of Spider Ella, and go to bed. Gosh. I'm tired of the computer. I'll be back tomorrow.
[4:40 pm] I finished typing up the travelogue to Indiana. Read it.
[2:51 pm] Somebody searched Netscape for 'Metaphors' and here I am.
[11:57 am] Everyone's going to laugh at me, but I like two main boy names. Yup you're definitely going to laugh. Atley Daniel (just cuz) and Magglio Something. I wouldn't name my offspring those names because of the previous owners of the name. I just like the names. Girls names are a whole different ballgame.
[11:42 am] I took some Sinutab (yellow) for my sinus headache, and suddenly my eyes are watering and my head hurts more and my nose is running. Hmm. I did only take one instead of two, so it could be my fault. Or I don't have to admit that, I could just sue the pants off of em. Yeah right.
[7:48 am] I just drank a 3-day-old Pepsi One. Eerrrgle. And this freaks me out. Look at the one that has "93 cases were distributed" and look just below it. The Pepsi one.
[7:46 am] I got a referral from Aquula.nu, which I always thought was an awesome domain name, and I can't figure out how. There's no link!
[7:35 am] If you're tired of the norm, go here to sample some really good music. Chantal Kreviazuk. Her music is WONDERFUL. We've got the CD at my house.
[7:32 am] Somebody searched Dogpile for "Becky Haven" and it ended up with this. There you find calapitter, right among the smut and nasty. Nothing is smut or nasty about calapitter. Calapitter is holy. (Just jokin.)
[7:13 am] I'm back from Indiana. We left Friday afternoon, visited with Jeff n Sondra n Jordan n new baby Brooke (adopted), drove back Saturday afternoon. I don't want to spoil it for ya, since I wrote a little travelogue, and I am going to type it up and maybe you'll read it. See ya.

072100
[2:27 pm] I just got a new mouse. It's cool.
[8:28 am] My brother's doggie, Rosco, is snoring. Loudly. I'll try and record it for ya.
[7:25 am] La la la. Oh man, that's gorgeous.

072000
[9:24 pm] I really should be hopping off to bed, but after reading this comment from Killoggs, I sort of got a little steamed. Although there was nothing negative about the post itself, the tone sounded cranky or something. And I am not a "they." I am a she. A wonderful talented beautiful she. MWAHAHA. Anyway, I was wondering how they found me. Little ole me, sitting out alone on the web. Just sitting. And someone found me. Makes me wonder. Hmmm. Thanks for promoting my site anyway.
[9:08 pm] After having an hour to think about the most recent episode of Big Brother, which could be known to most as Big Bother due to their annoyance with it, I would like to explain my feelings on it. Here goes, ya ready?
A.) I'm glad William got kicked out. "Banished." He was too much of a trouble maker. I'm not one for too much competition and upset(ness). I also don't like how he kept referring to God. I'm a Christian, a believer, etc, very happy to be. But he didn't seem like the type of guy that would first pick fights and then turn around and say, "Oh yeah, God says this in the Bible." I think he was just juicing up the media.
[B.) I like Jordan. She's a cool chick. Even the fact that she was a stripper doesn't change my mind about her. If that's her way that she was to get through college, so be it. Everyone has their lows. Maybe that wasn't even a low for her. Perhaps those were the best times, and she's ashamed that those were the best times. I don't know. I'm not a relationship analyst.
[C.) George is cool. Yeah. William said he needs to get some testosterone, but I just laugh because he's a cute middle aged man. Not cute as in hot, cute as in Smurf. Cute as in wooden duck that your mother sends you for Christmas that you put on your mantel above the fireplace and that you forget about unless someone asks you about it or if you're dusting. (Don't know where that came from. Disregard at your will.)
[D.) Josh is my favorite. Tied with Jordan. I decided that on the very first day of Big Brother. I just liked the looks of him, and now everyone loves him. Good first impression, I guess.
[3:23 pm] I don't know what it is, but it's sorta weird. And if you're goth, here are some fashion tips.
[12:12 pm] I just spent like 5 minutes harassing my brother into getting a Coke for me. He did it, but he shook it up, so I bullied him into the bathroom where I planned to open it and have it squirt on him, but then I decided not to, so I just opened it and drank it.
[12:01 pm] Conversation between me and my brother a minute ago.
Tyler     [Looking at his video game screen] I feel a little bit dizzy.
Becky   [Concentrating on something else] Yay for you.
Tyler     [Irked voice, I think] Yay for you?
Becky   [Very loud] YAY FOR YOU! What, did you want enthusiasm?!
HAHAHA, he's a riot.
[8:01 am] Yup. I'm giving up on getting a life and I am going to spend some quality time with the computer. I'm sure that makes everyone want to jump and shout. Also, permalinks are off. If you blog something I say, you'll just have to note which scribble by the date. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice flight.

071400
[12:50 pm] Leaving. A finishing thought.
[7:11 am] I like going to my grandma's house because there's nothing to do except ride my bike around. Maybe they'll even let me drive my grandpa's truck. Wait, that's a stick. Yuck. I guess I'll be left to horses, tennis courts, bike riding, gas stations, silos, cows, buffalo (a few miles down the highway), and taking pictures of quaint country things. But first we're going to Omaha.
[7:03 am] Hi. We're leaving to go to my grandma's today. She (check the link) lives in Nebraska. I don't know when I'll be back. But it doesn't matter because I'm not blogging anyway. If I was home, I'd be blogging more because I decided that my friends know me as the smart funny (beautiful) internet-savvy web geek. If I try to make them think that I am NOT that, they'll just get confused. So I will just be a nerd. When I get back. I'll take my digicam and get photos. Woohoo!
This will sound odd, but the last time I went, a few years ago, I met all my cousins and people and they were really hot. Let's see, Chase, David, and some others.. but those were the main ones. Seems like any hot guy you see is gonna be related to me (when in Bloomfield.) I like that less than you do.

071200
[1:25 pm] Ouch.

071100
[8:21 am] Kottke's Silkscreen Sighting: Sephora.

071000
[10:30 am] I'm gonna cut down on blogging because I need to get a life.

070900
[7:42 pm] Church, lunch at Red Lobster (shrimp shrimp cheesecake!!), racquetball 2 hours later. I am allowed to be tired. I called Ashley, and then her boyfriend (Jason) and the friend (Rob) came over, so she left with him. Then 5 minutes later, she called me back on his (Jason's) cellphone. He sounds like a nice guy. Nice voice. Unfortunately, the static got to be too much, so I just hung up on her. She didn't call back. I'll give her a ring tomorrow.
I learned that when you search "down run laugh" on Altavista, the first site that appears is my old site, Sparklytoes.
[1:48 pm] I'm famous! I started discussing this, now everyone is blogging it. I love it! Oh, and I left Will's necklace on his doorknob, I hope he gets it. He's going to camp tomorrow for a week or something. I wish he wouldn't. I haven't seen him in like 2 weeks.
[1:37 pm] I swear. There is a perfect blog out there, and I want to read it. So I am painstakingly rummaging and hoping that there is an excellent one out there for me. If you know a good one, tell me. Please oh please.
[7:41 am] I've got the new sidebar thing working, and I've adjusted all the left-margin amounts to 10. I'm tired now. <!-- Thanks to glassdog for the code of left-margins and no-repeat fixed, and all that. --> Church is today.

070800
[9:23 pm] Goodnight shortly.
[9:09 pm] The Art Museum trip gallery was just opened. Please proceed! You'll love it.
[8:14 pm] Goodness I am really just exhausted. I went to the Art Museum and that was a blast. Pictures from that will be arranged shortly (as in like 15 minutes.) After that, we went to the Hospital where my mom's friend's son was. His name is Randy and he was run over by a car about a week and a half ago. He's doing amazingly. We all prayed for him. I mean ALL of us. I told Will to tell his church to pray for Randy. I guess they did, because Randy is gonna leave the hospital on Monday! I'm so happy.
Then we went by Steak n Shake and ate, and it was really good. This waiter guy who wasn't supposed to serve us walked by, and I just watched him, and as he walked by, he said, "You're not one of my tables, but it's good to see you here." I don't even know the guy. Flirting, I guess. Then we did some grocery shopping, and then we came home. Sorry, no links. I am too tired to even see if I could find some links that mattered.
[12:15 pm] I don't really have anything to say right here except that after lunch, we are going to the St Louis Art Museum to see Wonderland. Don't tell me it doesn't look cool, because it does. End of blog (or story, whatever.)
[8:50 am] I took the Death Test, and the results are in. I am dying on February 21, 2059 at the age of 73 years old. Chances are that I will die of: Cancer (36%), Drowning (16%), Horrible Accident (9%), Heart Attack (7%), Third Degree Burns (6%). So, phew. Horrible accident isn't way up there.
[8:05 am] I Am Generic, one of my new favorite blogs. It's just simple and pretty snazzy.
[7:13 am] No alligator dreams today. I must continue slogging through the blogs. Ahem. And you might notice the little infinity sign following this scribbling. Yeah? You do? Yes. That's my permalink, a new feature for calapitter. Do not abuse it or it shall be taken away. Love ya!

070700
[9:07 pm] Goodnight.
[7:40 pm] I just finished watching Spy Groove, and Mark of Riothero was right. Agent 2 does look like Evhead. (Blogging density: 33.3%) Wow.
[5:45 pm] I hope all this strenuous blogging gets me on Yahoo. Yes, I'm shamelessly brown-nosing so that I can get on there. I need more traffic. 5 sites a day just is pathetic. (More like 10. Hrrumph.)
[5:27 pm] Although the crisis is over, just one more. I searched for calapitter on Yahoo and came up with this. That is the ugliest drawing I had ever seen of a bug. Erggg!
[5:20 pm] I expel and hearty sigh of satisfaction. Thanks to Caroline of Prolific, now my mind can rest and be at ease. No more thinking today. Yay!
[4:29 pm] I wish I just knew the truth about this bicycle thing. On second thought, I don't care. Too many people are retarded. Oh, and we have found another Replicant/biorg.
[2:48 pm] Katy is now a Replicant. Sort of. I am really confused, so I brought it up on Metafilter, and I got this reply to satiate my curiosity. Unfortunately, it could be wrong. Totally unrelated to this overheard conversation, but it's still funny. (Not because it's supposed to be, but because of "beliver" and "launguage" and "seaguil.")
[12:16 pm] I don't even have a Mac, but I'd like to have this mouse.
[12:00 pm] I just asked my brother, who is awesome at Bladerunner trivia, and they're not called 'biorgs.' They're called Replicants. (Looks somewhat close to Republicans. Figures.) I should have known that.
[11:51 am] Uh yeah, the 7:46 post is being amended with Tom of Barbelith. He's been brainwashed too. He's a biorg!
[8:30 am] Last night's dream: I was on a rescue mission or perhaps in the armed forces. The water-based squad. And we were all girls. Ashley and Julie and about 200 other girls were there. So we were all trained-up' and stuff, so they sent us out into the "battle zone." It consisted of holding your breath for a very long time and going into this mass of metal seaweed, which was colored orange, blue, yellow, and red. Playground colors. So there were the enemies (dressed in blue army clothes) and we were there, lurking in the metal seaweed, wearing red, and blending in quite easily. So we all went underwater and fought. There was a bus in the area, and the whole place was underwater. For some reason, Julie and I were supposed to go into the bus to make sure that all the blue enemy girls were locked up in there so that they would drown. (Yikes!) So we went into there while it was sinking, and we made sure it was all locked up, and then I got out, but Julie was stuck in this cushy red ball thing, and it floated up to the top. When our sergeant opened it, Julie came out and let out a big stream of water and air, and sucked in some air. We were all relieved she was alive, but back to business.
Then we started wrestling this alligator among the metal tubes of seaweed and we won. But it became our friend and ate all of our enemies. And the cool thing was that all it would do to us was nibble on our finger playfully like a nice dog. But then it died and we sent it to the alligator-meat factory. I cut off the feet though and my mom kept them in her purse. I dreamed all that.
[8:15 am] I just made up a game. It has one rule, and easy instructions. Take a long strip of double-stick tape, stick it to the side of your arm that touches the table when you type (yeah yeah, proper typing posture says that your wrists should be raised.. but I don't have perfect typing posture), and see how long you can keep from feeling stupid because your arm is sort of stuck to the table. (If you have hairy arms, do not try this. It could be fatal.) Also, the rule is let no one know that it is a game. You are winning until you take off the tape. Then you lose. Cool game, huh?
[7:46 am] Are Kottke and Megnut psychically linked? See exhibit A, followed up shortly by exhibit B. Neither one has given reference as to who might have said this. Or maybe it happened to both of them and they both felt that they needed to write about it using the exact same terms! Or maybe it's like in Bladerunners where the biorgs (whatever they're called, clones, blah-dee-blah) had memories implanted in them. And they don't even know they're biorgs (whatever). I'm sure it is the Bladerunner one. Conclusion: I should not be allowed to blog this early.

070600
[4:22 pm] I think I have found my new fave blog, Killoggs. Too bad the name is so.. icky. I also like BluishOrange, although there's it's updated less often. I like Jonno too.
[4:04 pm] I love Ren and Stimpy! I wish Nickelodeon wouldn't have fired the creator. I used to not be able to watch it because my mom thought it was too vulgar. Ha ha. She was right!
[7:40 am] Do you know what I want? No. But I'll tell you. I want a weblog that I can read DAILY, but that is updated about 6 or 7, perhaps more times, a day. (In case I want to visit more than once.) The layout should be good. (As for Rebekah her content is there in big numbers, but the colors are just not to my taste.) Blue or orange or yellow or grey. Content: It shouldn't be all political and full of news stories. I care about people and things and websites and art. With a few news stories sprinkled in there. I really like Mark's riotHero when it doesn't have so many links because he's funny and tells stories that I enjoy. I also like Underachievers.
On a different note, before I considered [calapitter.net for my domain name, I was settling in the area of Flutterby. Unfortunately for me, the domain name was taken and I spent that night crying myself to sleep. (Okay, I didn't, but I like to rouse up viewer's pity.)
[7:19 am] I don't have anything to say, except that the concept for Big Brother is cool, but definitely NOT original. It's just a mix of Real World.. and the Truman Show. They know the cameras are there, but they're not sure where. I watched the first episode last night, and the "camera work" was kinda bad. I mean.. Yeah. That was stupid. The cameras are stationary. They (the camera people, behind the scenes, y'know) can't MOVE them. So the camera work isn't going to be that great. All right, boo your heart out. I don't care. I'm just not that smart this morning.

070500
[5:02 pm] I got some swatches of paint .. You know the things you get from the well-lit area of Wal-mart in the paint section. They're very light shades of green and blue and grey. But the names they give them are stupid. There's a green one that's name is Longacre and there's Glass Green and then Spearmint Frost, Valley Poplar, Aloe, Morning Frost, Waterwheel, Ontario Blue, Water Fountain (my favorite), Faraway Blue, and the big finale is Saltbox (what??) Blue.
[4:14 pm] Ha ha ha. I just remembered something from yesterday. On the way home from the baseball game (the next one is at 6:05 pm tonight Central Time) I saw a dude on a motorcycle. He had a stuffed animal (a big yellow dog, as a matter of fact) sitting behind him. He looked very serious. But I laughed at it for like an hour. Inwardly, so my family wouldn't think I was losing it. It's already an established fact that 'it' has already been lost. I just don't want them to get any more confused (confuseder? more confused? Yeah, they're the confused ones.)
Also, my mom and brother have ADD (slight forms, of it, I assure you.. um, yeah) and there's a really funny story that I could tell you about that but I'm afraid I'd muck it up. I'll just risk that because it's cute. Tyler (my bro) said something about having ADD and not having been told about it, and my mom said, "I always meant to tell you about it. We'll talk about it tonight." Tyler goes, "Yeah, well, I'll probably just forget." Or something like that. It was funnier than that. Okay, sorry. Nevermind.
[1:33 pm] All right! My fan club now consists of one fan, who isn't official a fan, but she did say, in my guestbook (if you people would sign it more often I would be very happy) "I love the blogging you do. Makes me feel like someone on this wide Internet is actually alive. You're just such a cool person." I don't know about all that. I'm not really that cool. Just a big nerd. But thanks, Emily!
<gloat> P.S. I do "smashing work." </gloat>
[7:41 am] A break from my awesome, although quite tired, life to say that yesterday was awesome. Who could not love America? We have a holiday reserved just for pyromania. Is that not enough? I understand England has tea and a queen, but.. I'll just stop here.
Oh, and Ashley missed quite a ballgame yesterday. 14 - 3, us. We won with that score, against the Reds, who are now 9 games under us. They're the closest team in our league to the top. Astros are 20 games down. Poor Astros, they suck. But anyway, our new catcher (Eli Marrero injured his thumb, so he's got a cast on it), Keith McDonald, was up to bat his first time and he hit a home run that scored two or three. It was so awesome. We gave him a standing ovation, trying to get a curtain call out of this guy, but to no avail. Just too humble for us. But he's now batting a thousand. :)

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[10:02 am] Ashley can't go to the ballgame with me. Hrrumph. She has a boyfriend. His name is Jason. I knew a kid named Jason that I called my boyfriend once. That was when I was eleven. I think that he was probably my last "boyfriend".. Or maybe that was Charlie. Charlie was.. fifth grade? So, I don't know. That was when they still called me Becca Boo, or sometimes just Boo. But they [Erin, Megan, Ali, Jason, Charlie] were my best friends. I miss them.
[9:30 am:] You never forget some things people say. But sometimes you forget the people who say them. [Beware of paraphrasing.] My brother: "You sing good backup."
Forgotten: "You'll be using a stick to keep the boys off you in high school."
[9:28 am] How popular are you?
[9:18 am] For my good report card that I got like almost 3 weeks ago, my mom is getting me this. I knew Pearl Jam was rowdy, but this is just stupid and sad. (Some of these links are old because I was redesigning and I have no excuse but that I saved them and just now got around to blogging them.) Oh my goodness hahaha. And you thought you had seen everything. And finally, I think this is the last one, I truly hope he means it. {My dog keeps fartin' and it's really stanky!}
[7:48 am] To all Americans: happy Independence Day!! To all others: have a nice day. Yes, I know that's weak but there's nothing I can do about it because you didn't fight for your independence from England. And if you are England, then.. I'll have to refrain myself from saying hahaha in your face. See? I didn't say it. I refrained and abstained. "Oh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore." Have a nice day people. I plan to go to the Cardinals game today. I should call Ashley in about 2 hours to wake her up and check with her about if she can go. Why am I telling you? Because you care. :)

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[8:27 pm] It feels so good to be booking again. Yes I'm going to be calling it booking. You know, short for Notebooking. Like blogging is short for Weblogging, I think. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that potato chips (right off the top of the bag when you first open it up) are the most delicious things in the ENTIRE WORLD. Send me a million bags of Ruffles Original Super-size bag. OH YUM.
[8:20 pm] Better yet, "It wasn't a particularly exciting time to live in. The people were the same and no one was expecting much out of anyone else. Those were the disappointing... etc." Cool, huh?
[8:01 pm] I just got a great idea for the beginning of a book or an essay or something. "Those were the disappointing days when even the kids didn't like what the kids were listening to. But that was the idea, wasn't it? To suffer, to pout about it, to write a song about it, and not enjoy it even when you had the money to. But forget all that. The main idea began along a road called.." And then name a road or something and then finish the book from there. Simple.
[7:34 pm] As I listen to Weezer (the blue album) my dad just finished cutting the grass and that smell, you know, the "green" smell just wafted in. I don't know how it got in here, because the windows are closed, but I smell it nonetheless. And it is a beautiful scent. I smile and then want to cry because grass is such a wonderful. If there was no grass.. there'd be no cows... and no cows.. no steaks. (What a horrible world. I'll stop here. I'm sad because I wish I could write a surreal entry. Erg.)
[12:36 pm] Umm.. A fresh start with Notebook as of yesterday. No more archived entries before that. Actually, I saved them, but they won't be displayed out here. Please refrain from crying. It was only two months of work. Don't worry. It will be perfectly all right.

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[12:51 pm] Okay. Church = good, Chinese lunch afterwards = not so wonderful. Actually Chinese lunch afterward = pretty darn sucky. At 3 o'clock pm today we will go play racquetball and that will be immensely fun, and I am going to name a character in my story "Roman" because it's such a cool name. And there's very little/nothing you can do about it.
[9:04 am] Church today. I'm finishing up this new design. I like it. I think it'll stay for a while.

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