073101
[5:02pm] Wow. Less than seven hours left of July. That's been quick. Yesterday marked the 5000th hit on calapitter. I still have some cleaning left to do but I'd also like to talk to Joe because
I think he's mad at me for something, but I don't know what. He won't talk to me, or when he does (very little) it's like he doesn't want
to be there. Ugh.
073001
[6:32am] FYI: I started writing that last post on Saturday, so that's why there's a 'yesterday' in the first sentence.
072901
[2:30pm] I want to remember all of yesterday when I go back and read this all, when there will be no more band for me (2 years from now.)
I got up at 6:00, got ready, and we left for school. We arrived at 7:00 and sat around with the guard girls, who blasted N*sync's "Pop"
out of their car. The guard girls danced, I sat and blinked, and Kris ate sugar and creamer out of Kelly the guard girl's McDonalds bag.
Lindsey was there and she had been "kidnapped" by the guard girls, and she was MAD. She was showing her witch side. I said, "You look
awake." She replied, "Bite me."
Eventually Mr Castor came and unlocked the door, and we all went inside. Then it was time for a drum major and section leader meeting. So
I was out, even though I am the (unofficial) Spirit Leader of the trumpet section. We weren't even allowed to stay in the band room; we
had to go outside and sit where it was buggy and gross. But soon enough, I found 42 (aka. Chris C) and talked to him awhile.
The section leaders and everyone went out to the parking lot. The rookies all got blocked up and ready to march, but they couldn't get in
straight lines for the world. Kris and Crystal, our
drum majors, marked them off at even spacing and then they began the drills. Eventually Mr Wisdom made us march and that wasn't so bad.
The part that was bad was that the drum majors had changed stuff. Like when we do a dress (turn your head to your left or right side to
see if you're in line with everyone else), we have to put our arms up and out and say "1, 2!" It's different than just turning your head.
So, of course, people have to complain about it being different.
Joe B, "What the %^$! is with this stuff, I never learned it.. Why wasn't I told? Why does it have to be different? etc.." So I told him
to shut up. And he said, "You shut up!" And I said "I wasn't talking." And he said, "You said, 'Shut up.'" And I just shook my head and
laughed at his stupididity. Yes, stupididity. We marched, then went inside and played our music, and we marched a little more, and then
we had sectionals, and then we went back and played music again and then practice was over.
But of course, I had to stay because of my tard brother (just kidding, Ty) who is in drumline. They had another practice in the afternoon
and my mom has this thing called a job so she can't be running all over the place to pick us up and stuff. So Kris and I stayed and we
practiced flags. You know the rest.
072701
[9:57pm] I felt really good about band today. The music is going well, we have the first 13 measures of opener memorized, and people like
my new brace-less teeth. Some people like to make fun of my car accident, to which I reply with a curt "Shaddup." Today I learned how to
do dropspins off the right and off the left. That's hard! But I'll get good at them soon. And I was also instructed on how to do a
portspin but didn't really get a chance to practice that.
072601
[10:51am] Or I could be stupid and smart off to my mom and spend the evening in my room. Today I get my retainer. Whoop-dee-doo, right?
And tomorrow is band. I feel okay about it, because without the braces, I can play semi-well.
072501
[6:30pm] There's nothing on TV tonight. But luckily for me, I get to spend the night doing one of three things: a.) redesigning
calapitter, b.) practicing playing the trumpet, c.) watching TV anyway.
[10:59am] Today marks the end of the second month of my summer. And yesterday I got my braces off, right after I got in my first car
accident. What happened was this: I was turning into my parking space at the dentist's office and I thought I had my foot on the brake
but I didn't. It was on the gas and when I tried to stop, I just sped up and I tried to stop, but.. you know, I didn't. I kind of drove
into/over an empty Pontiac Firebird. It was a pretty horrible experience. I felt so bad.. I cried a lot. Our car took some damage (our
parking light on the left side is just kind of hanging down by a cord.. and the passenger front door has a dented panel or something.)
The Firebird was mostly scratched and his wheel well was dented a little. Also a little brick wall that was holding the shrubbery in..
I hit that too. My goodness, I'm so angry and embarrassed at myself. And my parents have been very good about it. They aren't happy with
me, but they say, "Driving is a hard thing and when you're learning to do it, mistakes happen." And now I believe it.
072401
[9:33am] I get my braces off in 6 hours. I'm excited. BTW, I apologize for the sparsity of the posts.
I'm so lazy these days. I'll have more to say when band starts (ie, when I go outside.)
072201
[6:26pm] I drove to church today. That means taking the Interstate and getting on another highway thing.. It's cool. Okay I have a link
for you. It's hilarious. Barrel of Laughs.
072001
[10:44am] My dog did gross poo stuff on the couch and it was so nasty. He was shaking and sick. Poor thing. My brother and I cleaned it
up.. I almost puked.
071701
[11:42pm] Yesterday I drove on the interstate (55) for the first time. It was very intimidating, getting on, because people were
whooshing by at high speeds and I'm scooting along at like 40 or something, scared to pieces. My dad helped me not freak out though. I
just waited for a turn to get on, let the people who knew what they were doing pass me, and then I got on. Yipes!
071401
[11:00pm] I just got back from going bowling/eating with Ashley. It was so much fun. You know how much I paid? $3.74. You know how much
it would have cost otherwise? $16.49. I don't know how this occurred, but the guy didn't charge us for bowling because Ashley said that
it was boring. Wow! Also, I think he undercharged us for the pool we played. In any case, fun! (We went to Jack in the Box and I had a
little cheesecake.) Wow. I'm happy. A successful first night out with a buddy.
[9:23am] Today I am 16 and 1/3 years old. Thursday evening Kris came over and we did some old fireworks. We lit some of the smokes and
that was cool, because the smoke drifted over our air conditioning unit and it was blown over our yard and it was a bowl-shaped smoke
thing. Neato. I forgot to tell you. I think it was the 10th or the 11th, Ashley came over in the afternoon. She's working a lot: Festus
Ford and Dairy Queen. She kind of got me wanting to work at DQ, but now I don't think I'll have a job. I'll just clean house every week
for a certain amount of money and my income will be that.
071201
[4:39pm] Kris and I discussed my non-fully-functional vacuum cleaner and we also discussed what kind of vacuum cleaner I should have. We
made up such a thing as a vacuum cleaner that cleans on the molecular level, but we nerdily called it the Carpet Atomizer. It Cleans
Anything! "The grass is dirty. [pause] The grass is gone."
[4:32pm] This has been such a hard week. Well, sort of. Hard in the sense that I have to clean the house without a fully-functional
vacuum cleaner. Fun in the sense that I got to go to Six Flags yesterday. I am tired from both of them. Oh, by the way, my aunt called
today and said that she and my grandma like how I wrote on here, so ha. Yeah. In yo face!
070801
[10:31am] Then yesterday afternoon I saw Crazy/Beautiful with Kris. It was great, but I wish
that Kirsten Dunst had been able to wash her hair. Or at least pull it out of her face. It was really unpleasant in that aspect, but the
story is great. A tale of first love and it's just lovely. It makes me want to be a photographer like she is. I even dreamt that I kept a
notebook like she does, but mine was full of writing and drawings not suicide notes and stuck-on pics of Jay Hernandez. Although Jay
Hernandez is very beautiful. I wouldn't mind having pictures of him in my notebook.
[8:43am] Yesterday morning I woke up feeling ugh so gross. Nauseous and woozy. But I got up anyway because we were going to the doctor
to get some of my blood taken to be tested to see if I can take this certain medicine, blah.. Anyway, so we went and I was thankful that
I had to fast for 12 hours before or I might have thrown up everywhere. We sit in the waiting room for an hour and then the doctor guy
calls my name, mispronouncing it. "Close enough," I say and go over there, where I give him the card and the paper. He then takes me into
a room with scary looking chairs and there are needles and bottles and I get a wave of nausea and I think I'm going to a.) puke, b.)
faint, c.) puke and then faint. But I don't because he has the needle and I have to stay conscious and see when to expect the pain. He
says, "Okay here's your stick" and puts the needle in. I hardly felt it, which is always the case, but I always think it's going to hurt
tremendously.
So he takes three tube-lets of blood and he looks at the paper and says "Looks like I need a urine sample too." I go uh-oh. It's like
9:45 in the morning, I just went an hour ago. I go to the doctor's bathroom and try. Nothing. So I come out and explain that I'm dry
because I wasn't told of the urine sample, or otherwise I would have saved some. So he gives me a take-home cup and explains to keep it
in the fridge until Monday, when I should bring it in. So I explain all this to my mom in the waiting room (where there is also a hot
guy who can probably hear me) and she says that she can't bring me in on Monday, so that I should go to the waiting room bathroom, drink
some water and wait. How's that for embarrassing? No, kids, the fun doesn't stop here!
I go to the waiting room bathroom and finally muster about one-third's of the cup. So I come out and the hot guy is still there waiting.
I kind of hide the pee-cup behind my arm. I show it to the recep-tionist and she refers me to my doctor guy. I flash the pee-cup to him
and he laughs. "You couldn't do it in here, but you could out there? All right.." I apologize about the small amount and he says, "That's
fine, that's all we needed." And then I was done.
070701
[2:01pm] I cleaned the inside of the island and put the pots and pans and stuff in order. I waited until my mom ate her dinner (and she
didn't use any pots or pans or anything to cook it) and then I couldn't hold myself back from telling my mom, and she told my dad. It was
pizza night anyway so no one was going to find out. I just couldn't help myself from telling somebody!
070601
[5:08pm] I cleaned something in the house today that I'm going to see if my parents notice. They probably will, but not right away. Not
til later, like 6:00 or 6:30. Heh. We'll see.. *grin*
070501
[8:44pm] Wow, good job!
[10:34am] I dreamed that someone was robbing my house; no, it was three someones. Three teenage boys in black. It was late at night and I
was alone at home, when I heard a noise by the front door. I went to investigate and I saw the outline of someone's hand in front of the
little window by the door. I looked a little more carefully and it was connected to a body of someone blocking the doorway. So I pounced
on him. But he rolled me over and like put a knife next to my neck or something, so I was lying on the floor of the foyer, begging "Don't
kill me, don't kill me, I'm sorry, don't kill me.." et cetera. I continued pleading until he said, "Shut up, you know I'm not going to
kill you." I looked at his face, and it was like he had been one of my friends. (But I don't know him in real life.) He had a nice face
with big eyes and a weird crooked grin. "Okay, just don't hurt me.." And he smiled at me. "I won't. I'm sorry about this, you know."
A blonde-haired woman that I had never seen before came down the stairs. She asked me quiet questions like "How many are there?" I
head-gestured to the one behind me and then somehow made a "two more" signal.. just as the two cohorts came up the other stairs. They
stood there dumbfounded, not moving, while the woman started giving orders.. "You there, up, off the girl. You two, come with me.."
Something like that. So then they were out of my house.
The next day, I had to go to the jail to identify them. They weren't lined up, they were just standing around when I got there. A cop
came up and said "These them?" I nodded and when I walked out, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and it was the one with
the knife (only there was no knife now.) I felt an immense wave of gratitude and I said, "Thanks for not killing me, that was really
nice of you." And I hugged him. Then I woke up.
070401
[10:05pm] Fireworks: The Beast, Happiness, Stars and Stripes, racing car, parachute guy, crazy helicopter bomber, Spazzy (nick-name for
screaming whirring fireworks.) I love them all. I especially love the ones that used to scare me when I was smaller, the ones that go
BOOM. They rock my socks.
[4:00pm] Americans: Happy Independence Day! I just saw A.I. You know what I reccommend: Don't waste your $8. Don't get me wrong, though,
it's beautifully shot with direction from Steven Spielberg. Haley Joel Osment's acting is good, given the script he's working with. Jude
Law is hot, even with the massive amounts of makeup he wears. The things I'd change: edit the darn thing (it was two and a half hours
long but seemed longer), add some humor, and let there be a happy ending. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
070201
[5:51pm] 22 days until I get my braces off. That's the 24th of July. I'm SO happy. That's 3 days before band starts. I get my retainer
the 26th, so I'll have one day appliance-free. Ah. Nice.
070101
[4:07pm] Joe and I have several jokes. The oldest one is from band last year. October 11th or so was Parents' Night at Practice. That's
when the parents come out on the field and learn a couple of pictures of our show. Then they march it. It's really funny. Anyway, I
probably forgot to tell my parents that it was Parents' Night, because they weren't there and once the Parents' Practice had begun, I
had nothing to do so I left. Next day, Joe must have yelled at me for not being there, and I explained myself. He said that I could've
used him for a family member, that he could have been my Uncle Joey. So that's the first joke.
The second joke I have no idea how it originated. It probably stemmed from Joe and I being "related" and also from the fact that I am
much older than him. Nine months older. (That's a little joke in itself, if you're easily amused.) So we took the two and combined them,
so that I could be Joe's grandma. Yeah, we're that silly.
And then at the end of the school year, I began collecting fiances. My first was Andy, then Will, then either Joe or Robbie. I can't
remember whom I chose first. Anyway, so now Joe and I are engaged and he is my uncle/grandson and I am his niece/grandmother. So a few
days ago I was just thinking about this (it's summer, what else am I supposed to think about?) and I came up with the fact that if Joe
married me, he'd be his own grandpa. (Like the song!) Also he'd be my husband-grandson-uncle-person.. and I'd be his wife-grandma-niece.
*Shudder..* I should have stopped at "like the song."