062700
[12:29 pm] Pepsi One and waffles for breakfast. I don't know. That was about three hours ago.
[07:05 am] Last night I dreamed that I did two things. I dreamed that I ran away and joined Will and this really evil guy Steve (or something like that)
with kickbutt hair (see Tom of Barbelith) and a bunch of
other kids. We were camping and these woods were different from other woods, because it all came to look like Nintendo games sometimes during the
day. I put my head down on Will's knee one evening and he said something like this, "This has been really nice. These evenings of ours have been so
good for me. One of these days, when I get my legs all straightened out and untangled, we'll think about what more can come of this." I think he was
speaking metaphorically about the legs. And Evil Stevil was right there sitting with us. That was before he had gone evil. But he didn't look interested at
all. He was staring at his feet.
Then later, Evil Stevil went evil. He had a plot to shoot us with cinnamon sticks and ambush us as we came out of
our little thicket place in the woods. There were about 50 of us, so he couldn't get all of us. I had overheard him talking to someone (himself?) about
these plans so Will and I were not hurt. We snuck out and everyone else got hurt. (Or killed!) So then I took Will back to his house, left him there, and
then I went home. My parents were very happy to see me home, so they gave me some salsa to eat. (I do not like salsa, but I ate it anyway.) Then they
told me to go practice my trumpet. So I did and it disintegrated because the salsa remains in my mouth were so hot. (My parents just bought my a silver Bach Stradivarius trumpet which cost about $1500, I'm guessing. So maybe this is a trumpet
anxiety dream.) So my parents had to buy me a new practice instrument, because my new Strad is only for performances and competitions. They were
mad about that. And I was guilty, because in 6th grade, they told us to not play immediately after eating, because you'd get it all gunked up. Nasty as
guacamole.
So as punishment, they made me take group piano / guitar / flute / accordion lessons. Everyone would open up to
the same page of music and play. Unfortunately, everyone sucked, and my music teacher, whose name I couldn't remember in the dream. I know it
now, but I kept calling him Mr Eddy. Mr Eddy is a big butthead who yelled at me when I started piano lessons at age 7. This should be his attitude:
"They're paying me, I do not yell at lovely little 7-year-old girls who come into my office and make semi-beautiful music. The semi is there only because
she is 7 and only started a month ago." Jerkface. Some people should be shot.
062600
[05:34 pm] I was stumbling around on the internet, and I found out that Mark of Riothero is very intelligent. See
if you can find it yourself.
[02:06 pm] Oh, hahaha.
[12:46 pm] Yeah. New layout starting? I think. First day of redesign. I'm pathetic. I still like the old layout, but I feel the need to redesign. That's
stupid.
062500
[9:07 pm] My dog tried to eat a cricket.
[6:14 pm] Oh. Long day. First, church. It was the 20th anniversary of my church's beginning, and Rick and Donna (senior pastors) were very surprised by
the amount of admiration we have for them. Then we went to the grocery store. I got some conditioner. Then we took Kate to play racquetball with us,
and she beat me a few times because I let her.
[9:06 am] I'm going to church today, yes I am.
062400
[3:12 pm] I can't believe that it's already this late. Too much rain. That's like 2 songs in those two sentences. "I cannot believe that I could be deceived..
by this so-called girl but in reality," that's something by Limp Bizkit. And "too much stereo.. woooahh.." that's Too Much Stereo by the Urge.
[2:10 pm] All right!! Yeah. Internet is up.
[8:26 am] Internet is still down. Stupid everyone. My dad is really working on it, though. He is out fishing. Fish bite when they're hungry, in the morning,
when everyone but my dad is having breakfast. I bet he catches a 9-inch bass. I hope he has a good time.
062300
[5:03 pm] A boatride today. My dad gave (??) me an IBM PC camera. It's like a webcam, but I'm not gonna hook it up to the Internet, because people
would maybe watch me if it was up, and I often don't wear makeup when I surf the net (why should I?) and I don't look very good. Also I've noticed that
I sit very still, hardly moving. And that could be very creepy to watch someone who doesn't move often. Kind of like a dead person. I have a bug on my
screen.
[8:22 am] Internet is still down. Rawr. I'm getting further on my story, but it really sorta sucks not being able to check up on riotHERO or my guestbook. Or my Starstocks. Although I am up to 8 pages on my story about a girl named Spider, it is slow going without inspiration.
Maybe I'll just cry some more. Hey you know what? Mark hit a home run yesterday! I didn't cry but I pretended to. Oh, listen to about this game. It was
8-1 against us in the bottom of the fifth. The 1 we had was Mark McGwire's home run in the second inning. We know that we have to get busy here, so
we score some runs (4) and at the bottom of the 6th, it's 9-5. We just kept chipping away at their lead slowly slowly, and in the bottom of the 8th (it's
7-9), two guys on base, 2 outs, 2 strikes, Shawon Dunston hammers one out of the park. That gives us 3 more runs, adding up to 10. So it's 10-9, us, in
the top of the 9th. The Giants score one more run to even it up, 10-10, and then in the bottom of the 9th, Eli Marrero comes home because of a fluke by
the pitcher. We win the game. Wow. What a game.
062200
[4:40 pm] I'm such a crybaby. Finished Saving Private Ryan, cried 3 times during that. Watched The Last Unicorn, cried 2 or 3 times during that. Cried just
because for a while in between. Going to a baseball game tonight. Watch Mark McGwire hit a homerun and I'll cry.
[8:04 am] I've been so sad lately. My reading is that of The Perks of Being a Wallflower and my soundtrack is that of The Last Unicorn. I've
watched bits of Saving Private Ryan, and my new story, about a girl named Spider, is also kind of upsetting. But I have definitely been so sad
lately. It's probably just hormones, I got my period yesterday. Um, too much information?
BTW, my parents bought a silver Bach Stradivarius trumpet for me. I'm going to practice like crazy today. It sounds pretty and it's third valve slide works.
Mine hasn't for a year. Hey, I haven't even tried the spit valves. Wheeee! I just hope the Jeffs got theirs. Or at least silver ones. Katy will be so proud of
me.
062100
[5:39 pm] Tonight is my brother's drum lesson and I have to try out a silver Stradivarius trumpet tonight. Also, maybe there will be racquetball, but I
hope not. It wasn't that fun the first time. I hate the eyewear. My internet is down. Suck.
[1:41 pm] Yeah I think I'm okay. I went to the bathroom and had a good cry. Then my dad and brother left to do some errands, so I turned on my Internet radio and pet my dog, and I was quickly restored. Before all that, I visited Matthew Shepard's family's memorial site and left a message in the guestbook. But I am better now.
[1:02 pm] I was watching Saving Private Ryan with my dad, and it is the scariest movie. I'm only about.. 45 or 50 minutes into it, but it makes me
want to bawl. Then this morning, I was reading about the hate crimes, and it just disgusts me. Congress is just now passing crime bills about
hate crimes, such as the one in Texas where
James Byrd Jr was killed by being
dragged behind a truck (March '99) and Matthew Shepard's death (October '98) did
make me cry. Why doesn't Congress do something about this stuff when it happens? Or better yet, I just wish everyone would be satisfied with
everyone else. To coin a phrase, can't we all just get along? It breaks my heart. Someone even had the audacity to say, "Babysitters kill more persons than do government-identified haters." (Republicans.) Oh God, what is wrong with this
world?
[7:20 am] Egg parties are stupid. Especially online ones, because then the eggs aren't real. And on
a happier note, I'm please to announce that the man who has discovered the way
to eternal life can't even speak English properly.
PALINDROME ALERT!!!! God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog! (Whew.)
[7:13 am] A minute ago I just discovered a site that I did a long time ago. I love the little star. I'm so creative. But
what's weird is because I was expecting a Shivah (spelling?) type woman figure with blue hair and a conch shell, because I had made myself draw one
of those for the design. But I didn't use it.
062000
[10:53 pm] Back from baseball game which was delayed (called?) because of rain. Even the old people were running through it and laughing. My sign got
all wet and nasty, but I loved it anyway. We ran and laughed and jumped when there was lightning, and shivered because of the cold. More
tomorrow.
[8:45 am] I just ate/drank a bowl of soggy Rice Krispie Treats cereal and configured my microphone into working again. Yippee. My body has
nourishment, my computer has audio. (I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog-gone-it, people like me!)
[7:40 am] I'm a blogging maniac today. I just sneezed all over my hands. Ew. It's
very worrisome that people may be experiencing more pain. Oh goodness. And everyone should know by now that Kelsey Grammer can only do Frasier.
[7:36 am] How's this for a headline. I didn't know super-brainy
was a word. When I was younger, we saw some rabbit poop and my dad told me the story of when he and his father saw rabbit poop. My grandpa told
my dad they were "smart pills." If you swallow em, you get smarter. I dunno if my dad fell for it or not, but I sure didn't.
[7:32 am] Woo.. An hour's separation of blogs. Cool-i-o. "This is crazy. It's
no way to celebrate." You know what I hate? I hate that in the Yahoo news, they do not know how to use their quotes key. Argh! Maybe they're on
Macs, but even on the P.C. it's not that hard. It's not ''blah blah blah." It's "Blah blah blah." Retard heads. Use the same key. For more help, holler.
[6:32 am] Tonight I go to ballgame land... YAY! I'm going to make a sign. We're playing the Giants, so it might say, "The Giants aren't so big, LET'S GO
CARDS!" Wooo hoo. Hear my creativeness (sorry, mind not functioning) coming out? I thought so.
061900
[9:37 pm] My feet stink and I lost four racquetball games in a row. I suck.
[2:13 pm] I'm not blogging much because I am redesigning. Sorry.
[9:03 am] Human smuggling scam that went horribly wrong. Oh
God. Horribly wrong.
061800
[8:16 pm] That's stupid. Someone is shooting off fireworks. It's FATHERS DAY. Not Independence Day. Unless of course, you don't have a father, and are
bored and need to shoot off fireworks. Sorry, but it is still stupid.
[4:19 pm] Yes he liked the presents, and this was like almost exactly the redesign I was gonna do on
calapitter. Why not see for yourself? By the way, I the whole Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe series. Not
because I'm copying off of Ben Brown or Mark of riotHero, although
they are most worthy of my admiration. We listened to it on tape last year in the car on the way to vacation. So, ha.
[1:54 pm] Well, I'm back now. New font, Arial. Um.. Yeah. I guess you'll hear about the vacation somehow. But not right now. It's father's day and we'll
be opening presents in a bit.
060900
[8:49 am] I am extremely hungry for my breakfast and then after that I will sit outside and perhaps do some Bible study. Then I will practice my trumpet,
take a shower, get dressed, do the makeup thang, and then.. come back downstairs to my beloved computer. Or perhaps I will check over all my packing
to see if I left anything. (Probably not.) I'm a pretty thorough packer. A palidrome for yall (I've been saying yall a lot lately, hmmm) : God! A
red nugget! A fat egg under a dog! This might very well be my last blog for 9 days!!
[7:59 am] I know that being in Jeopardy would be very boring (or maybe not!) but either
way, if you want to be on, send your envelope to the following: P.O. Box 843, Culver City, CA 90332. If that's wrong, I was writing it down really fast.
And I think that's only for the kids "tournament."
"Finally, the sun is starting to flex its muscles." If this is just stretching out,
I wonder what really running hard and fast would be. *AAAAHHH, scorch.*
060800
[5:10 pm] I should be packing. But I'm not. Oh well. If you've had a really juicy, meaty (okay what other kind is there.. soy?) steak and you've got meat
or soy-strings in between those teeth of yours, I recommend that you get a high-quality, high-tech toothpick. If your teacher catches you writing on a desk and asks you "Do you know how much that desk
costs?" just recite the price. I can't help you if you hafta pay for it.
This is really old and what I have to say is not that funny, but
here's what I wanna say: "He must have been really drunk." Yeah. That was dumb. Yes, but this is almost funny. I wouldn't wish it on
anybody, but Madonna kind of is a snotty [erk!!]. Oh, and I just think that ASCII drawings of
people making out are so cute. (Erm.)
Also, this following excerpt from cousincouples.com is why cousins should NOT have kids: “One in
every 32 children born to parents who are first cousins has a birth defect, compared with one in 100,000 children born to unrelated parents, Vallario told
members.”
[7:16 am] Those who read this blog (not too many) will know that tomorrow I am leaving for vacation. And so work on this new thing will stop.
060700
[5:11 pm] I have to go to Nottelman's (a music store) this evening during my brother's drum lesson to try out trumpets. My parents want me to get a
new one. I want a silver one, to match EVERY other stinking trumpet in the marching band trumpet line (except for the two Jeffs, and I think one of them
is getting a silver one this summer.) I wish I didn't have to. I could do so much Bible study. I guess I should do it there. But.. there's my brother's haircut
first. Blah blah stinkin' blah. I wanna stay home.
[7:28 am] I'm going to the lake today with my dad. I'm going to study my Bible and sleep while dad fishes and Tyler reads or pouts. While I was
redesigning, and not blogging, I did some site collecting and came up with some good ones. There is random babbling in the midst of it, so.. Just be cool.
I'll just slap it all down now.
Scientists have broken the
speed of light. It's weirder than you think. The gas caesium somehow senses a pulse of light (or whatever) sent at it, and creates it on the opposite side
of itself. Giving the effect that the pulse leaves before it even enters. Pretty cool, eh? On a related note, scientists have also learned how to slow the
speed of light to only 38 mph. In contrast to these scientist guys, I
always feel so dumb.
I personally wouldn't want this guy in
my backyard. But they've caught him, so it's okay.
I don't really follow Braves baseball (although I am an avid Cardinals fan) but I dislike
John Rocker. I'm glad he got sent down to the minors.
Sometimes it gets too dark in this little downstairs place where I am, so I get up to turn the light on. And then I realize how
cold my hands are against the warmth of the light switch (or
maybe it's not warm. It's just a normal temperature.) I do this often.
You know what? I was just cleaning up my webrings (I only had 4 anyway,) leaving them because I decided that I don't
really want to belong to any of them anymore. Then I realized that only 1 out of the 4 paid enough attention to know that I was actually IN the webring.
Jerks. It kinda sucks that this site was acknowledged and mine wasn't. But anyway, I'm getting full of
myself.
Financially, I am rolling in $$$! I was doing laundry yesterday and I found 62 cents! I'm rich.
Is this legal? Look, Drew Barrymore! This girl is NOT 20.
This one is like 5.
I was thinking about how meticulous I am when it comes to my website and the term "anal retentive" came to mind. Then I decided that I wouldn't associate myself with that
term after reading about it.
And finally, YAY! This has bothered me
for.. about 5 minutes. And then they are going to close it down. 121500, December 15, alright. Cool.
060600
[8:07 pm] My eye is all swollen and nasty. I need to bathe. First day of new layout!
060500
[7:27 pm] This is the last time you'll see this version of calapitter.net's blog.
[3:54 pm] While I am redesigning, there will be an EXTREMELY noticable dropoff in blogging. So enjoy my archive.
[8:13 am] SHC: hot as usual.
[8:03 am] It's beautiful, but the reviewer almost sounds like he doesn't want
to like the music or the band. For the world's smallest computer making company,
it's a really ugly website.
[7:55 am] Who would have a webpage about their pet rats? It's a business site, it's
cool, it's got a neato sidebar, it's snapon.com! The
Question of Time: Why don't women lose their hair? (Shhh.. It's near the bottom.) BAD OASIS, BAD!
[7:38 am] I'm not too sure of what this is all about, but I'm thinking it's
Bigfoot.
Woooo! And for the special occasion (or not so special if it's a normal
occurrence) *drum roll* ... Angsty books! After all that angstiness takes a toll on your appetite, cook up some SPAM.
[7:25 am] I started a list of links that I thought y'all (heh heh) would enjoy. Like Body
Construction. Virtual conkreet to make yourself a body. I would, but it's a bit creepy! This next link may not work, because the site is run by crazy
people.
060400
[8:15 pm] Prepare for a bit more blogging tomorrow than the last couple days. I've been busy and I won't be tomorrow.
[6:21 pm] We're watching the movie with the
Olsen twins in it. It's called "How the West Was
Fun."
[5:39 pm] We lost the ballgame. We (me and Will) suck. But I like putting my cold hands in his armpit and freaking him out. (Who-wack?)
[7:55 am] I wish I had my own underwater island. Or that
someone would find me one.
[7:52 am] Going to church today and then a baseball game. Will is coming with us. Yep. This is the third day in a row that I've spent with him. I wonder if
he's getting tired of me. Folks: one way to wear out a good relationship. Spend way too much time with the person. I'm not tired of Will, but he might be
tired of me. Whatever. Relationships suck.
060300
[11:40 am] I got up too early this morning. I went to the boat races with Will, which was fun but a little bit boring. I didn't get to see any races, only
semi-finals (I guess.) I got my arms sunburned, so now a list of my sunburned parts: arms, shoulders, back of neck, face (mostly cheeks,) and leg-backs.
Call me Crispy.
060200
[7:54 pm] Blogging heavily. I love the way my legs feel against my chair. The chair is cool and my legs are hot.
[7:51 pm] Really. Quite a poor blogging day. Muy pathetico. Sigh. I suck. I have no self-esteem. But I am going to write about my day at the lake in a
little bit and I'll link to that, maybe.
[7:47 pm] I'm going with Will to the boat races tomorrow. Amanda says, "If he pays, it's a date." Whatever, Amanda. Also, she says that we have to go
out. I said that Will should know about it.
[7:59 am] Seeing that this is called Pampered Pups, why are there cats on the page? And of all dogs
you could put in the title for a dog grooming site, is this really the one you want to use?
[7:55 am] I somehow stumbled upon some head and neck surgeries. Pictures
too. Ick. In other news, a week from today I will be leaving for Florida. Hot sunny Florida. (As opposed to hot sunny Missouri. Um.)
[7:28 am] Going to the lake with Will today. I think. He'll be calling in a half hour. From now on, let it be known that it is okay to cry!
060100
[[5:38 pm] You know you've been inside too long when you're jealous of Disney stuff.
[3:13 pm] I'm watching the Disney version of Peter Pan, and surprisingly, I somewhat envy Wendy. She's got this devilishly handsome guy that'll hold her
hand and save her life and teach her to fly. It irks me though that he has so many chicks all around him. He's such a stud, and he's not that
great-looking. And the mermaids are mean.
[11:53 am] I wish I had a webcam. But that would mean people would see and watch me, and sometimes I don't look so great (ex. no makeup, bad hair
day, etc.) But I think it would be fun.
[9:06 am] Erm. Things that make you go "Ick, ick."
[7:46 am] I dreamed that I was giving a speech about how God doesn't want us to fight in front of my entire church (1000 or more people.) But weird
stupid stuff kept happening, people just wandering up onto the stage, random applause from the congregation, and my falling asleep on the pulpit in the
middle of my speech.