| This morning I woke up at around 1:30. At first I thought it was a bad thing, but then realised that it wasn't, because there was really nothing I had to do today. I had a nice hardy lunch of soup, crackers, fruit, soda, and a malaria pill. I have to take the Malaria pill once a week (on Wednesday) for a bit, because I went to Costa Rica. Costa Rica really has a very small risk of malaria, but I take it anyway. I then got online and talked to Jonathan for a bit. ... onkeybutt87: So, whatcha up to now? frostedbeagels: I was thinking about taking a shower, and then calling Palawopec again to see if they've heard anything about Mickey onkeybutt87: AH onkeybutt87: Good idea, I s'pose frostedbeagels: ? onkeybutt87: dunno frostedbeagels: k onkeybutt87: right frostedbeagels: but for right now I'm reading up on what's happened onkeybutt87: Where? frostedbeagels: your site, and I'm checking out guestbooks onkeybutt87: ah ... That's just a portion of that. If you really want to see my whole day you can see the chatroom that was my day right here. Enjoy! I was basically online most of the day. I only went outside once, after I made the remark that I hadn't been out of my house yet, so Becky told me I should go outside. Outside I saw Leora, and we talked about stuff, while I walked her to her mom's house. The most memorable part of the day was probably when I wanted to call camp, because I had left Mickey (my stuffed animal) there. I had called on Sunday, and they said that they would call me back if they found him. I hadn't been called back, and decided I should call them back. But the sheet that has their phone number on it says the phone number is only for emergencies, and it just doesn't seem right to call about something you lossed five days ago there. It just didn't seem right, but eventually I got my nerve up to call them. I dialed the wrong number!!! And some old man answerred, but I thought he was one of the camp guys wondering why I called about something so stupid. But the old guy got mad at me and very strict... Now I'm officially scared of phones. I'm going to try to get my dad to call later tonight (acutally he just called, but it was busy). Man, I want Mickey back. That's basically all I've done today. We just ate dinner with my dad's "friend" Pat. She's a biologist, and she's pretty cool. We've had tunafish casserole at it's best. Pat brought over a tomatoe from her garden. It was very juicy and sweet and good. We got to talking about how store bought tomatoes are pretty bad, and why they are bad. There was some other interesting conversation in there, but you probably don't want to hear about it. my dad's walking her home right now, and my dad and I are thinking about seeing Jurassic Park 3 later tonight. I don't think that that is going to happen though, because I don't really feel like staying up that late tonight, plus I have to parctice for marching band, which I haven't done at all. I think we might have to have it memorized too, oh well. I have the hiccups. [hik] Phew. I just thought that we'd lost August 3, but it turns out there never was an August 3. So don't be alarmed Later- My dad just called camp and talked to them about Mickey. I feel very releived and thankful now. Yippee! At least if I don't get Mickey back I tried as hard as I could to do so. Poor, poor Mickey. Well, now I have to do the dishes, because that was the deal I struck with my father for calling camp. - August 8, 2001 I just got back from Rush Hour 2. It was very funny. I saw it with my dad, and he also thought that it was very funny. If you haven't seen it, it's very funny, and you should see it, except for if you just don't like that kind of movie. Jackie Chan is awesome, just in general. I've decided I'm going to tell you my day backwards. Before we went to the movie we dropped Becky off at her house. It was funny, because as soon as she got out of the car I thought about saying, "So, how about a movie," just as a joke, because we see movies a lot, and then my dad said it. When we dropped Becky off she had to get her bike out of the car, which was a relatively easy task compared to putting it in the car. I think we spent at least a half hour figuring out how to put it in. I kind of scratched up one of my dad's seats trying to get it in the van, but you don't have to tell him that. Eventually we got it in with my dad's help. I knew we would be able to, because we've done it before with my brother's bike, but it took far longer than I thought and I was far sweatier afterward than I thought I would be. Well, anyway Becky was at my house, because she ate dinner with me. We had Amy's pizza. You can buy it at Bloomingfoods in one of the frozen places, and it's near the wine and Ben and Jerry's ice cream, just in case you were wondering. My dad had a pizza without cheese; who can guess why? The dinner wasn't originally planned for three people, so Becky had one third of my pizza and one third of my dad's, which worked out pretty well, because I don't think I could've eaten the whole thing. We had to wait a while before eating dinner, because my dad was at work. By the time he got back we were both quite hungry. Before he got back we watched some TV, which was basically a suprirsing amount of BTV, wandered around my house, and talked about camp. We also went online and talked to people and looked at some Ben Affleck stuff. Becky's bike was at my house, because we had both biked to my house from hers. (Now is the time to imagine us biking backwards up a hill to Becky's house.) Jonathan was also biking with us until we reached his house. When we were at Becky's house we ate some of here fruit, and drank some of her drinks, and decided that she would come over for dinner for no real reason. We were at Becky's house, because we had all just ridden to our high school to see if we could find our classes, and lockers, and such. We found everything pretty well, but we aren't quite sure if we really remember how to find them again. Actually, I didn't find my classes, because I didn't remember to bring my schedule, even though I had it all laid out and everything (excuse me while I slap myself on the forehead). Jonathan wasn't actually with us at first, so he just decided to appear near us in the school and wander with us. He dissapeared a couple of times, and reappeared right near us several times, it was quite supernatural. We also saw Dubi; I don't know why, but that definitely seems like something to mention. Dubi's cool, I would say, "kind of like Jackie Chan," but no, not really. This whole thing with going to South started yesterday, when Becky and I decided we would get on AOL at 1 to make sure everything was still on, and then I would probably leave around 1:30 to go to her house. Jonathan said that he wanted to do something so I told him that Becky and I were going on a bike ride, and he asked if it was to South, and I told him to get online at 1(this was yesterday). Well, now guess what he slept in, so he just rode his bike to South, and appeared where we were. Before I left, I spoke with Becky, and this girl Christy online. It turns out that by the next time I got on(with Becky) she had broken her ankle, I thought that that was rather freaky. After I woke up, I ate lunch and wandered around doing typical waking up stuff. I woke up at around noon:15. Well, now that was interesting. Hey, it's harder than it looks, okay!! Some of those sequences were really hard to write backwards (and really funny to imagine backwards). - August 7, 2001 Now I'm back on schedule. I'm actually writing this on the 6th, and not the morning of the 7th, believe it or not. It's like 5:46, and I'm talking to Becky and Jonathan online. Today was my do nothing day. I had two dentist appointments and a chiropractor appointement. And when I wasn't doing that I was working on my webpage or reading. I woke up on the couch (by the way you might want to read yesterday before you read today) a few times before actually getting up about 15 minutes before I needed to leave for my 10:20 denist appointment (not to be confused with appoint-mints, the new breath freshener brought to you by Pepsi). It turns out I needed to have a really short appliance check where they would make sure my retainer fit me, so my dad scheduled it for 4 today. So we came home and had turkey sandwiches and an apricot for lunch, and my dad went to work after scheduling a chiropractor appointment. I told him I needed one sometime soon, because caving did something to my neck (broke it). So my dad decided to just get it over with, and schedule everything for today. Yeah, so when he was at work I read, and worked on my webpage, I worked on random things on it, and didn't actually do yesterdays thing until right before my dad came. It felt nice to go to the chiropractor. I mean sure he did pop my bones, but it's a good thing. Seriously. The chiropractor is fun. It just feels good. And the idea that you can pay a guy 20 bucks to pop your bones is funny. (It's more than twenty bucks, but that's okay.) Later-I just wrote Jonathan's daily______. - August 6, 2001 Once again I'm writing this the next morning about yesterday, but that's okay. I'm going to stop that from now on. And even if I do write it the next morning I'm going to put the date of that next morning on it. Actually it's not really morning anymore, but oh well. Yeah, so yesterday I woke up, and my dad told me that we were leaving at 1 for a cave boat thing. Before we left for that I updated my website. The cave thing was weird. We drove to Bedford, and went to the place, which we identified by a roadside sign. We got to the place, bought the tickets and wandered around the shop for awhile. I decided that I would get an arrowhead necklace after we went on the boat. When we went on the tour it was really weird. My dad and his friend Pat had fun, but I rather thought it slightly boring. We got on the boat inside the cave. The boat held like 12 people, and the tour guide. Our tour guide said she had a nose infection, ear infection, and throat infection, which was possibly mono, so we shouldn't kiss her. The boat ride was like an hour long, and we looked at formations in the cave, and blind fish. It was a lot like when I go caving at camp, except I wasn't soaked, or muddy, or depending on my own flashlight, or walking, any of that stuff that kind of goes along with caving. I guess it was cool, though, because there was a body of water big enough under ground in a cave that you could ride a boat around in. That's just kind of cool in itself. Yeah, so we drove back and it was already 5. Which surprised both me and Jonathan. Well, so I called him when I got back, and he told me who was coming to the party that we were having that night (I think that phone call was the first I heard about it). After that we went shopping for food for the party. Originally we were both supposed to bring money, but my dad didn't have any, and I didn't have very much. So Jonathan said that it was fine. The first thing that we got at the store were some sugar cookies for Jonathan's brother. Then I got some Teddy Grahams. Jonathan didn't want to get them at first, because he doesn't like them, but I decided that Teddy Grahams were a definite must have. Then we got some pop and chips. I was hyper, and was compairing the prices on potato chips (mmm.....potatos("Get your hands off of me, you damn, dirty potato!")) and I eventually decided that we got more for our money with the cheetos. With just those few things we still ended up paying like 20 dollars. Man I love Jonathan's parents. It was around 6 when we left, and it was 6:30 when I got home. I told my dad that we should probably start cooking dinner (actually just him, I don't participate in filthy activities such as cooking). See, because the party, was starting at 7, but I didn't tell him that. I rode my bike to the party about fifteen minutes late, but that's okay. When I got to Jonathan's house, Becky opened the Teddy Grahams. I said, "Man I love Teddy Grahams," and she said, "I do too." Then Amanda started talking about her dad's addiction to Teddy Grahams. Yeah, I would have to say that the Teddy Grahams made the party. It was kind of a typical party, except for the fact that it was the first time Amanda had been there. I was pretty hyper for the whole, thing, and at least felt like I was acting a little different from usual. I had lots of fun though. We didn't do much except talk, eat, and wander around Jonathan's house, but that's what we do. At one point I hid in Jonathan's closet, and they all started wondering where I was. They eventually left the room looking for me. It was very hard to keep from laughing until they were all out, but when they were, I cracked up. I was the last one left at the party, and I rode my bike home at around 11:45 after Jonathan had finished asking me quiestions in a book he has called, "All About Me." When I got home I read for a bit, and then went to bed on the couch in my sleeping bag, for no particular reason. - August 5, 2001 Zebra... for some reason I feel like spelling that xebra. Isn't that strange. I guess it would be pronounced the same, though, so... I didn't realize that Jonathan had been writing this until he told me today. (Actually yesterday. This is the next morning, again, because my computer was acting really messed up last night. It's okay now though, and I'm happy.) I just hadn't been expecting it, but it's cool. Yeah, so I woke up today to Uri banging a pan down by the lake and running around yelling at us to wake up. Supposedly they had already rung the breakfast bell really loud, but it hadn't woken me up as it usually does. Camp was really fun. It was strange, because at first I was thinking it would just be okay, but by the last two days I was having lots of fun, and I was sad to leave. It's just that nobody cares there. Everybody's unclean, hairy, in sports bras, and no one cares because you're at camp. You go to bed like at 1 and wake up at 8 and spend you're whole day do a whole bunch of stuff. We went caving one day (all day, and missed dinner, but that's beside the point) and I got my knees completely broozed up. Jonathan says they look like they're moldy. So we packed up, missed breakfast, got our pictures and T-Shirts, painted our names on the bus, and waved good bye. I really feel I should have actually gone up and said good bye to one of the counselors who'd been really nice to us, but that's okay. It sucks, because I think I left Mickey at camp. blech that sucks When I got back Jonathan called, and I said I was going to do some stuff, and then I would call him back. I then fell asleep for six or seven hours. That was fun. I woke up at around 6:30 when Zoe called. We decided she would come pick me up and we would see what to do. She came with her friend Becky (from Edinburg) in the car, and we went to pick up Jonathan. They had a bag of chips in the car. The biggest bag of chips I ever saw, and it was only 4 dollars, too. Except they didn't buy it. It was given to them by a monk at the Tibetan monastery. We kind of wandered around for awhile, and juggled with the possibility of me going to Edinburg with Zoe and Becky for a day. We played a game in the car where we told Zoe which direction to go, and it was actually pretty fun, because at one point I was the only one saying anything and I was eating chips and saying "left, straight, right, left." It was like she was my chauffeur, and it was quite fun. We went to Jiffy Treet, and yeah... We were sitting at a table outside, and this guy across the street was yelling something and pointing at another guy, and started aproaching as if to fight. Then when he got close, they both started dancing maniacly. It was pretty scary. Eventually we got back to my house, and Zoe and Becky had to leave for Edinburg. My dad decided that I should probably stay at home, so I did. Jonathan stayed at my house after they left. He told me that we should go see The Princess Diaries by doing cheraedes (yeah, so... I spelled it wrong, is there a problem?). We decided we would go to the 9:30 showing. Jonathan went home, and I went to my mom's house to take a bath. And a nice long bath that was. I felt very clean afterwards, even though I still looked dirty, because of all my broozes and scabs. Well, so I came back ate dinner, and we went to the movie. I will stop there, because my pappy wants me to get dressed so that we can go to a cave, in a boat. Or in a cave in a boat. Or to the cave, and then on a boat in the cave. Or something. -August 4, 2001 Squatting's just not a good idea. Avoid it, if you can. It's not very useful, except when 'roughing it' in the woods. And you don't really want to let other people see you do it then. Squatting is not a group activity. Don't call up your friends and say, "Hey, let's go squat!" It just doesn't sound good. It sounds sort of funny, but not classy or anything. If I ever have a TV show, I'm going to make audience members dance in creamed corn. Just to put them in their place. There seems to be some sort of rule for movies and television that whoever's outnumbered will win. Whether it's the bad guys or the good, it just always happens. It never really seemed fair to me. Sometimes, you just feel bad for the henchmen. You know they're gonna go back to the boss, and he'll smack them on the head, and then possibly send them off for a beheading. It's just hard for a henchman to find a reasonable job opportunity these days. People are always trying to pull something. But I guess that's why they're evil geniuses. Is there such a thing as too many chairs? Doesn't it suck when novelty wears out? I mean, no matter how exciting something is the first time you get it home, it always gets boring after a while. Sometimes, it takes years, but it still happens. If you look in your closet, you're struck by the stuff you completely forgot about. A catcher's mitt, a board game, an electric dog collar, a small aircraft, a kitten, a member of your nuclear family, and what you suspect to be half of a hamburger from mid-1973. When someone gets scared half to death , their life passes before their eye. Note from Sonya: That was random. Life is like a Pixy stick. Promising in the beginning. Seemingly endless. Sometimes you get a scare, and you think you're out, but you realize it's just stuck. It ends with you getting sick. Sometimes, they feel empty, even though they're really full. And they both involve a lot of sucking. -August 2, 2001 The number of things people lick frightens me. They lick stamps. They chew gum, tobacco. They use spit to clean marks off of certain surfaces. Babies suck their thumbs. It is just an alarming number of things that people put in their mouths with absolutely no intention of swallowing. No one should wear a jumpsuit. You know, chopsticks are really weird. I don't know why anyone would use them, except as a novelty. The idea, it seems, is like using your fingers without the flexibility. You can actually use a spork for any food now. It's a scientifically proven fact. The spork is truly the unitensil. I think the government should start putting mild subliminal messages on TV. Well, not the government, actually, but "they." The networks, or whatever. Think about it: we wouldn't have to sit through any commercials anymore. It'd just be in the middle of Friends or whatever other yuppy crap it is that we watch these days, FLASH FLASH FLASH. And we could just finish watching television. Then we could go to McDonalds, Old Navy, Jiffy Lube, Saturn, and somewhere that sells Pentium 4 chips. (For the record, I have nothing against yuppy crap like Friends. That's one of my favorite shows). Did you ever think about why water doesn't go in your ears when you swim? Note from Sonya: Water does go into your ears when you swim (at least sometimes). That's how people get ear infections. One time in Costa Rica, Glenda (you probably don't know her) came back from swimming in the ocean, and she had a bug in her ear. Nasty, huh? I like to get little figurines out. Legos, Playmobil, G.I. Joe, whatever. I set them all up so they're facing me. Then I give them orders. But not just normal orders, funny ones. I pretend I'm their god, and I tell them I'll send them to purgatory if they ever eat bread on a day with the letter s in it. And then I do. Because they've disobeyed me. Those damned figurines. Just about anything becomes less threatening if you put -ini on the end. Why did it have to be planet of the apes? Couldn't it have beeen something more creative? Something more intriguing? Planet of the dolphins? Horses? Dalmations? Camels? Hippoos? Parrots? Hermit Crabs? Millipedes? Geckos? Potatoes? Imagine, the planet of the potatoes. And Charlton Heston, uttering the notorious line: "Get your hands off of me, you damn, dirty potato!" And then the tears in his eyes as he realizes that it was Earth all along. Damn you potatoes! Damn you! -August 1, 2001 |
| Let's face it. I'm not going to write this thing on a regular time schedule, at least not until school starts. Yes, it's the next day. So shut up about it. See, Jonathan was going to write this yesterday. but after he wrote it, all of the letters kept on getting smaller, and smaller, until you finally couldn't see them. (Weird, I know, but it's true.) So he didn't save it, because it would've saved as nothing, so instead we have all of the previous days back, but no yesterday. I found this out last night when he called from his mommy's office, because someone ran over the telephone wire on a lawn mower at his house, so he had to go to his mom's office to get onto the internet. So, if just that paragraph was Jonathan's day, he had a pretty interesting day, wouldn't you say? Yesterday was a pretty good day for me, aside from the fact that I woke up at 7 o'clock in the morning. It's quite a funny story. I woke up at 7, thinking that I'd previously woken up and looked at the clock when it was bright outside, and the clock had said 1:30. It was orange outside, so I thought the sun was setting. I also felt like I had in fact gotten 18 hours of sleep. I tried to look at my clock to see if it said AM, but all I saw was a little blurr that looked like it was always there regardless of the time of day. I quickly got dressed so that my dad wouldn't think I had slept all day, and opened my door to go downstairs. I heard noises from my dad's room and realized that he was just getting up. I went back into my room leaving the door opened, and just stood there for a while. When my dad walked out of his room he said, "Well, your up early," and my suspicions were confirmed. I went back to my bed, and lay there for awhile just thinking, but I wasn't very sleepy, since that little fiasco had woken me up. I read for a little while, and eventually went downstairs and ate some breakfast. I basically watched TV for a while. I think I watched VH1's morning mix for a couple of hours while I rested on the sofa in my sleeping bag feeling that kind of cold stiffness that you get when your sick. Eventually around 9 I got online, not expecting very much, but both Becky and Jonathan were on (along with some other people). At on point I decided to do something, and since I needed to practice my band music I rode my bike over to my mom's house and got it, then watched some TV there. After I turned off the TV I read some of my book. Leora came upstairs while I was reading, and we talked for a little bit. Before I'd gone over to my mom's my dad and I had decided to see Jurassic Park III at around 5. After I fell asleep for a little bit I rode back over to my dad's house, and we went to the movie with Pat. It was pretty good, but I thought that the begginning and end were less well developed than the first two. It's actually grossing pretty well, compared to what I thought it would be (147 million so far). Ew...grossing. After the movie we picked up some dinner at Burger King, then came back home to eat it. After we were done eating Pat and I worked with PowerPoint and Word to see if we could make it do something that she needed it to do for something she was doing. (Ironic isn't it, she was doing something.) After that I fooled around with Word and had fun making 3-D states that go off into infinity. It was very fun. It was already quite late by the time Pat left, and I still needed to practice for marching band, so I wasn't very enthusiastic about writing this. Then Jonathan called and asked me if I could write his daily_____, and I told him that I was just about to call and ask if he could write mine, because I thought that his phone line would be fixed (or something, I'm not quite sure what I was thinking). But then he talked to his mom about going to her office, and he said he'd write it, but you all know how that ended up, if not I don't want to see your English scores. (If you don't get that, it's okay, it's not very good.) Now about today. Despite the fact that I went to bed at a relatively early midnight last night I still woke up at my usually 1:30. I really haven't done much since then. I came downstairs and picked up my mellophone to practice, and looked at my music, and really didn't feel in the mood right then. So I got online and asked a friend what her statis was on her marching band music, and I didn't feel so bad about not practicing, because the music that I have really isn't that hard, and will be much easier once it's with the band. So I still haven't practiced today, and I don't mind. I ate, and then read, then. Oh, I just remembered. The reason I woke up was that Jonathan called. When he called I told him that I needed to do some stuff, and that I'd call him around 3, when I thought I would be done. I read for awhile, and then got online completely forgetting about the fact that I was supposed to be keeping track of when it would be 3, but it turned out then when I got online it was about 3. Two and a half minutes after I got online Jonathan got online. That's about all I've done today. I called camp several times, but I always got a the answering machine. I left a message, and they haven't called back yet. Online Becky asked us to help with a girl scout thing, and we all started thinking of zany stuff to do for comunity service. After she left we were still thinking about it, and Jonathan got this idea, from something I'd said earlier about donuts to have a whole table of donuts (like a breakfast) and advertise the free breakfast as "Dollars for Donuts." Caitlin and I started elaborating on the idea with him. There will be coffee, and orange juice, and it'll mainly be for poor people, but if anyone else comes, they'll be encouraged to give a donation. It'll be at the Sample Gates, and we'll put fliers up and collect donations, and everything. I don't know if it'll work, but it'll be nice if it does. Right now my dad's at the chiropractor, and I'm supposed to be eating the subway he brought me. I don't know though, because it's kind of big, and they put too many windows on it. I usually like anykind of subway, but this is the New York subway, and I find those have too much grafiti on them for my liking. -August 10, 2001 [Friday] |
| MICKEY'S BACK!!! My mom's back, too. Last night Jonathan and I were going to see American Pie 2, but I decided that it just wouldn't work, because my mom was getting home, and I didn't want to not be home when she came, or if she called. When I was on the phone with him deciding this at my mom's house, in front of the TV, with Leora on the other couch, Leora said that if he wanted to he could come over and we could play a game. Personally I was thrilled with the idea (even though I didn't let it on in the least, I just sat there and stared at the muted television). So Jonathan came over around 9 I think it was, and we played Pictionary twice. I lost miserably both times, but still had fun. When we were playing we had Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? Couples Style playing in the background, and occasionally we would stop to answer the questions. When Jonathan left I went with him to his house, and he showed me his new cool sunglasses, and earphones. Both are pretty cool. The sunglasses reflect in a red color, but are actually tinted blue when you where them, and the earphones, are big earphones, except they twist up like earmuffs to make them more compact. It's really cool. I walked home and talked with Leora for a while until my mom came home. She was getting back from Rome/Berlin/Geneva. See, she had a conference in Rome, went to see my brother in Berlin, and then went to work for a bit in Geneva (she works there quite a bit, to the point where I've lived there for a year with her). Yeah, she'd gotten me some troufels (mmm). She also brought back a nifty-keeno leather jacket that she'd gotten in Rome for my brother. It was nifty-keen. My mom and I talked for a bit then I went to bed. I called my dad at one point to see what I should do about Mickey (for those of you who don't know he's a stuffed baby Mickey that I've had since I was two taht my parents bought for me at the Rome airport, and I left him at camp). He said he thought the best thing was to call them in the morning before 9, because that's when campers would be leaving, and I could maybe see if one that was going near my house could drop it off, so I set my alarm for something like 8:48. I woke up to some news about something interesting that I can't remember at the moment. Then I lay in bed for thinking it was too early to call them, and then got out when it was 5 'til. I called them, and a lady answered who I didn't recognize, and I told her about Mickey. I started asking her about asking someone dropping him by my house, but the it seemed like I was asking way to much, so I changed to asking when I should pick him up. She said in the afternoon, and that it would be on the porch of the bike shed. I went back to bed and read, since I wasn't really tired (even though I'd had 7 hours of sleep). For some reason, about a minute after I hung up the phone it rang, and I ran to pick it up and no one was one the other end. I then heard sounds from downstairs, and knew it had woken up my mom. I went back and read some more. Eventually my mom came up and asked who was on the phone. I said, no one, but that we were supposed to pick Mickey up in the afternoon, she seemed happier than I had imagined about the whole thing, and we decided that we would eat dinner there on our way back at a restaurant we'd been planning on going to for a while. She also asked me if I wanted her to make me an egg McMuffin (that was about all we had for breakfast, because our fridge was completely empty, since neither of us had been there for two or three weeks). After breakfast my mom said, "Oooh, we can listen to Car Talk." So I turned it on and we listen to it for that hour. Car Talk is a great show if anyone doesn't know what it is. It's on at 10 on Saturday mornings on your local radio station (hehe, that sounds funny). Yeah, well anyway, it's funny. At My mom and I made a shopping list after that. A very long shopping list. And after hanging around doing nothing, we went shopping. Shopping was surpringly fun. The most fun part was probably picking out fresh fruits at Mr. D's just because they smelled so good. Mmmm. We bought quite a bit of food. This was for two reasons. First of all our refrigerator was empty; second of all my brother's coming home on Monday. We went home, unloaded, went to the bathroom and then headed off, at around 1:30. The drive was not unpleasant, and I think we talked much of the way, although I don't remember what about. Maybe it was directions. Hmm... Well, then again maybe we didn't talk the whole way. OOOOH...Look at me, I'm already loosing my memory, wow. We got to camp eventually after heading off on two seperate wrong roads. It was a very pretty drive, once we got off the highway. When we got to camp Wamo (one of the counselors) was there. He greeted us and we told him our mission. He looked up in the bike shed for a while for Mickey, saying that he knew what we were talking about, because he remembered when Mickey was found. I guess Mickey grew popular while I was a way. Maybe they had a pick party with a feast for him. Wow, that's one lucky stuffed animal. Eventually we found him on the porch in a paper bag with my name written across it. I was happy. Yes I was. We put Mickey in the car, and I showed mom around camp. We met Clay on our way about, and said hi. My mom later told me I should introduce everyone I know to each other if they don't know each other, just to be polite. I told her that I had never heard of or seen, a kid introducing his parents to his teachers or counselors. Anyway, I think she liked the looks of camp. We drove back to downtown to the restaurant we wanted to eat at. It was around 4 when we ate, so it was both lunch and dinner for us. We had a big meal, and my mom and I even ate a desert which was almost unheard of in the restaurant, because the meals were so big. After eating we walked to a doll shop we had passed earlier. My mom's a doll fanatic. The weird thing is she started when I she knew she was going to have a girl-- me, and I'm not much for dolls. It's cute though, the story. I had told my mom about a store I'd liked when we came into town with camp. She asked me where it was so, I directed her there. She really liked that store, too. In case you're ever in Nashville, it's called The Weavery, and it's a cool place. Yeah, so my mom ended up buying a sweater, a dress, and a little green Buddah. I say it was a successful trip. Oh, and I got this cool coconut monkey that was only 9 dollars, whereas I'd seen ones simpler and smaller than it for nearly 20 in Costa Rica. I was pleased with my monkey. Oh, yes, and Jonathan left this morning for Canada. So I'll be working his site for the next week. - August 11, 2001 [Saturday] |
| Sorry, I haven't written since Saturday. Wow, it's been a whole week. Freaky. But I've been at band camp the whole time, and I didn't think my mom would appreciate me riding my bike over here everyday to work on my webpage, but Jonathan's thing works on my mom's computer so, since he's gone I've been writing that. To see what I (and Zoe) have written this past week go here. It's basically about band camp and things. So you can do that, if you want. Well, tonight my mom wants my brother and I to make dinner. My brother ordered some Chinese take out, and I'm going to make it look all fancy. Hehe. Then later I think I'm going to make that cake that Jonathan and I made recently. That was a good cake. I only have three chapters left in my book that I have to read before school starts (on Wednessday)!! I'm psyched. I'm reading The Joy Luck Club. It's pretty good. Aah. It's looking bad outside. Very dark and windy. I hope it doesn't rain on me when I go back to my mom's. My dad's back now, so I'm going to go to his house on Monday for dinner. And Jonathan's getting back on Monday. And Zoe's in Edinburgh (yeah, I know I keep on changing the spelling of that) right now she'll be getting back tomorrow. Yeah, and my brother's leaving on Friday for Boston, where he still hasn't found a place to stay. My marching band (the panther regiment) has a show on Tuesday (I think it's at the football field) at 7. So if you want you should go. It'll be fun. -August 18, 2001 [Saturday] |
| Man, I'm not writing Jonathan's Daily_____ any more. That was fun. I have to admit the first few days I just thought of it as a pest, but then it became fun. It's different from this somehow. I don't know how, it just is. Has a different feeling. Maybe it's because the whole atmosphere is different. Now I'm at my dad's house. But anyway. You should read last week if you haven't already. (It has last Saturday up 'til yesterday.) I'm pretty proud of it as far as writing about nothing goes. Yeah, I like it. Some of these things I really like and some are just kind of mediocre, but I like about half of those. Oh, I also like whatever day it was that I got back from camp (on this page). It turns out Jonathan wasn't getting home 'til 8 PM, so that whole prediction of the future thing there didn't really work. He called me from the airport around 6, though, and my brother told him I wasn't available, which I wasn't. Then he called sometime later, and my mom got the message. Then she called and told my dad that he should tell me Jonathan called. I didn't find out til I went over to my mom's house at around 9:30 that he'd tried to call. It was pretty funny. Yeah I went to bed around 1:30 last night, which wasn't too bad, and I set an alarm for around 10 so that I would have time to watch The Hidden Fortress before band camp. I was woken up at 8 or so, by noises of my mom and the cleaning lady. I went back to sleep and woke up around 9:30, turned my alarm clock off, and went downstairs. I went downstairs and asked the cleaning lady if she would mind if I watched a movie, because the radio was on, and she said, that I might have some trouble because of the vacuuming. I said that wouldn't be a problem because there were sub-titles, and it wasn't a problem. Yeah so I watched the movie, which is said to have been part of the basis for the plot of Star Wars (I'm pretty sure it's just for the first one). But they were both inspired somewhat by the John Wayne movie The Searchers, which I haven't seen. The movie was pretty good, but very much an old Chinese movie. The two main characters reminded me a lot of C3PO and R2D2 (yeah so according to Star Wars law I'm supposed to write there names out, but oh well), and there was a princess who they were all trying to save at the end. There were other things, too, but those were the main similarities. After I finished that the cleaning lady was gone and my mom was gone with the car that we were planning on having my brother take me to band in. After several unsuccessful phone calls I got a ride from Katherine. I finally rode in her new car. I get too many rides with Katherine to band, but that's okay. Sometimes I feel like I'm always asking people for rides, and that my parents don't have a car or something like that. But no, alas, it's nothing interesting like that. So at band, we did band stuff. We practiced our music, and I became pissed with my solo that used to behave so well for me. Why does it chose to act up now!! Oh well, I just need not to think about it. I hope. Blech (pronounced Bleh, but the H is like you have something caught in your throat) it's annoying. Yes well anyway, after I we played with our sections for a while, then with the band for a bit, we ate dinner. We were the first of our band to arrive at Noble Roman's. We beat both of the other people; and they had cars!! After that we went through our drill, with the songs, and I didn't screw up my solo very badly, but it wasn't they way it used to be. Then we learned our last new drill. It was pretty dark by the time I went home (with Zoe, after calling her, because she'd gone home early, because she wasn't doing anything). Let it be known that my dad would like to thank Zoe. Then I came home ate a small snack of a second dinner with my brother and father. After that my brother went straight to the computer. After reading through some of Sean's autobiography, I went to my mom's house and got my stuff so I could live at dad's. Then I came home and asked if I could use the computer, and my dad said that if I toke a shower that they'd probably be done by the time I was done. So I toke my shower, then waited a bit longer and used the computer to do this. Now I'm doing this and talking to Jonathan and Zoe online. Not actually talking. No one is really saying very much, but we like to think that we are. Look at me I'm flyiing!!!!! No, no I'm not. I just felt like saying that. Sorry, if I scared anyone. - August 20, 2001 [Monday] |
| Okay, so today was my last day of summer before school. School doesn't seem like that big of a change at this point for me, because I've been doing band camp for the past week and a half. Still, it is school, and it'll be different. The worst part is waking up before 7, though. I never liked that. Ick. I've made it a goal that I'm not going to go to bed on a day that I have school. Meaning if I have school I'm in bed before midnight. I'm doubtful it will work. But I'm going to try. Which means I need to hurry in writing this. I can do this. This morning I woke up at some time that I didn't even remember around noon. But I'm guessing I woke up around 10 or 11. Then I kind of hung around for a while not doing much of anything. I called my brother around noon to remind him to come over here and get my dad's car and take me to marching band. I woke him up. I called him again a little later to see if he had any money to give me so I culd buy dinner, and he said he did. I called him again later when it was about the time he should've been there, to make sure he was coming. During this time I thought about checking that the car was in the garage, but it kind of passed over me, because I had talked about the whole plan last night with my dad. When my brother finally came the car was not in the garage just to my luck. So I called people that I knew were going to marching band, but by that time they had already left. I was about to give up when I called Leora at her office, she said her car had broken down, but that she could probably use one of Jonathan's. Thank goodness that worked out, because if not I would've had to walk or ride my bike, and I had my mellophone to carry. While I was calling people my brother was there accusing me of having communication problems with mom and dad, (because a similar thing happened yesterday, but with my mom's car). That made me kind of upset, but later I learned that my dad had just forgotten, and I didn't feel so bad, but I felt kind of bad for my dad. So I got to marching band about a half-hour late, but found only one of my two fellow mellophones there, which was interesting. We played through the songs, did some breathing techniques, and played some more. The other mellophone got kind of dizzy after doing the breathing exercises. Then after we played for a bit longer he got even more dizzy, and felt light headed, which was a little scary. But he got better... or maybe that's just what I want you to believe, buahahahahaha. After dinner we learned a new chicken/spinny thing/bob step dance to put in our show for the parents. The show for the parents was pretty cool. We did our first three songs and the drill twice. It was funny because we sang the first time, and that kind of loosened us all up, I think. Because it was pretty funny listening to us sing. Then we went through it playing, and it was pretty decent. I got my solo, which was nice. I think it was because I've grown confident in it again. The few times I messed up on it, were because I thought about it too much. I just have to not think. Yeah... After the show when we were all putting our instruments away, people kept on telling me I did a good job... yeah. That was pretty cool. Yeah... really. It's kind of weird because I think more people may have told me I did a good job than the two trumpets who have big solos, which is wrong if you ask me. But I think it's because there is a risk that I could get it wrong, whereas with them it's a given that they'll get it. Or something like that. But I may be wrong about the whole thing.... Yeah marching was pretty cool, I thought we did a pretty good job, personally. It was all pretty nifty-keen. So, anyway, afterwards my dad, brother, and I went to eat dinner at King Gyros. I ate more of a snack, because I already had dinner, but that's okay. Then my dad and I went shopping for last minute school stuff, like pencils of which I had none. We also found this cool CD rack, that I could also use to put books in, so we got it. And now my dad is yelling at me to go to bed, but hey, it isn't past midnight yet. BOOYAH! G'Night. -August 21, 2001 |
| Today was the first day of school. It was the basic fill out notecards and tell people about your selves through a series of "Say your name, and something interesting about you"s. I think I managed to fill out three or four notecards. I think I put my e-mail address on every one of them, as usual, but somehow I've managed never to get any e-mail from those. I guess my teacher's are okay, but somehow I don't get as promising a vibe as I got from middle school. But who knows. Marching band is awesome though. Today wasn't great for marching band, but in general marching band is great. We had marching band for 2 and a half hours after school. Most people forgot their waterbottles, many were wearing not-so-easy-to-march-in school rags, and on top of that this was probably the hottest day we've had yet. So it wasn't great. Yeah, I didn't bring my water bottle. I thought about it, but it didn't happen, me being the lazy bum that I am, plus I figured no one else would have theirs, so there might be some accomodation for it. I was right. On our break Dubie told us that everyone that didn't have water should go inside and buy water from the machines, most everyone did. I didn't, because I didn't really feel like trying to get money from people. Many people did, but I didn't. It probably wasn't the best choice I've made. But I drank a lot of water whenever we went inside. Still, wasn't perfect. So, last night I went to bed around midnight, right? I tried to sleep until 1:45. I thought about lots of stuff. I even invented a new pillow, that was more comfortable than my own, but it kind of lost its effect after a bit. I even went through my schedules from seventh and eighth grade. Eventually I decided I would do something. So I went downstairs and told my dad I couldn't sleep. He suggested making some tea, which I thought was a great idea. (I just love the calmness of tea.) So I made some and went back to bed. Before I went to bed just to get it done, I finished cleaning my room. Then I fell right out after finishing the tea. I really wasn't sleepy at all before I went downstairs, it was pretty amazing. Oh, and I'd like to mention that yesterday the band had a pool party, that I was planning on at least checking out, but I completely forgot about it from the moment I walked out the band room door to about 1 last night. You know, writing this thing has almost become a bad habit. I mean I don't really need to do it, and in fact it's quite inconvenient, but for some reason it's just hard to stop. So, in case anyone was wondering why I write this at midnight, and stay up late even though I really know I shouldn't. That's just the way things are. If you were to die tomorrow what would you want other people to know? and vice versa. It sucks that I'm not going to the same school as Sean this year. I just became friends with him this last year, and now he's gone. Que sucky. In the middle of writing this I went to dinner at a block party. Zoe and I had seen the begginnings of it when we were going home. It was pretty cool, but I had at least a 10 year age difference from everyone there. Either small children, their parents, friends of their parents, or old people. I don't have marching band tomorrow. I don't have anything tomorrow. Oh yeah! (okay so I have shots but that's just mean) Man I need to see when I can stop those. Why aren't they opened on weekends??!! (okay, so this maybe be random blabber to some but it really isn't.) Anyway, the point is that I get to ride the bus home tomorrow, and do stuff. STUFF!! Isn't that awesome? -August 22, 2001 [before 9!!!] |
| I've decided I'm going to neglect this page for a little bit, just to prove that I can. Not that it matters, because only 7 people have looked here since school started. So it's already being neglected, just not by me, anyway. That would include 5 for wednesday, one for yesterday, and one for today. School is getting better, first day sucked, second day shrug, today was decent. We're actually doing stuff now, and the subjects where I have bad teachers the subjects are interesting. I don't really have any bad teachers, just not very interesting teachers. We sucked at marching band today. It was really humid and we were all falling apart. It was only an hour and a half practice too. Oh well, at least we all had water bottles, and Dubi didn't yell at the whole band for that, although we did have to do 20 push-ups, because the band room was a mess on Wednesday. Or maybe we had to do Wednesday push-ups, because the band room was a mess on 20, but that kind of doesn't make sense... kind of. Don't worry I'll be back soon. (Two or three days.) I'm not sure if I can survive this, so if not you might want to check here. That's also where I might have my weekends and other random days from now on. If I write there you'll find out why. - August 24, 2001 [Friday] |
| Maybe I should keep notes on my day. Because I thought of a few things to say today during school, but I forgot them, and I have a feeling they were pretty cool, too. Darn, I hate that feeling you get when you can almost remember something. So yeah today I woked up. No, I didn't wake up. I woked up. They are different things. yuh-huh. Yeah and I ate my left over pizza from last night, for breakfast. Last night I had a quick dinner because I went to see a movie Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. A very very vulgar movie, but pretty funny. It was funny, yes. The kind of freaky part about it was that I went with my dad (and Jonathan). And despite what my dad has actually said, I think he thought it was funny. He laughed out loud quite a bit. So back to this morning. Yeah so then I walked to the bus stop and talked with Aaron, about U-Boats, and funny stories about them. He's thinking about starting a role-playing game based around that time on the sea. It should be fun, if he gets it going. I got on the bus and sat with Jonathan. Didn't say much of anything, or did we? Anyway, I'm pretty sure I punched him at one point (cause I saw a slugbug). When I got to school I went up the Schmifty Stairs (that's there official name now, the Schmifty Stairs) to the band room. There I put my mouthpiece, my rotar oil, and my music folder in my band locker. Yeah, it did seem a tad pointless, but I felt it needed to be done. School was pretty decent. In biology (my most boring and pointless class, and basically the only one I don't get at least slightly excited when I'm going to it) we turned in our four page worksheet of homework, and toke notes on biomes. Sounds exciting, no? (Reminder to self: tomorrow, I need to remember to fix my math homework, and draw some flower things for biology in biology before class actually starts.) Math: missed 0 on our homework, when it was out of something like 48 and almost everyone missed a few. I felt pretty swift, but if I hadn't checked with Dakota beforehand, I would've missed one, and she still would've missed 0. Then we took notes on multiplying matrices, and then we multiplied matrices. I got about half way done with my homework when we had to swtich to our SRT period. SRT is Student Resource Time. When they were telling us about it they kept on saying SRT time, which is not only funny in itself (because of the T-time thing), but is also redundant. In SRT we watched some pointless but half-way amusing videos, while I finished off my math homework. We got these forms for this thing called Renaissance, where you get a card with discounts, and how high a level of card you get depends on your grade point average, which is pretty cool. I checked off the Gold+. Not only is it gold, but it's gold that is plus. Ooooh. From now on I want all of my gold to be in the plus form. Then we went into groups and made group flags that reflected our interests. I drew our flag it was ugly, but in a funny sort of way. It had three stripes in the background of bright green, white, and purple, and then in the middle it had the instruments that the three of us played, some stick figures (meant to represent friends), a computer, and a book. After that I went to English, there we did some dreaded DOL, then we got our reviews of our books back, and then started writing the final draft. Chris and I traded pens, because his was one of those cool erasable pens, but he didn't like it, because it was hard to write with. He liked my pen, though. Neither of us finished the final, so I brought his nifty pen home, and will give it back tomorrow. Lunch was next. Wednesday is a good day for lunch, because all the orchestra people have C lunch with me. So we all crammed in one table, and thanked the gods that South doesn't have the table rules that our Middle School had. I got a bottle of water at lunch so that I could use it at marching band. OOOOOH. I just remembered one of the things I thought of during the day, "Today was my day of risky activity." Ooooh. Because I used my knife at lunch to cut something for Latin, and then I toke a water bottle into Latin, and you're not supposed to have food or drink in class. Risky. I didn't get in trouble while doing either, but I was a little nervous when I was using my knife, because there were two assistant-principles in plain view. Latin was pretty cool. We had a vocab quiz. And I'm pretty sure I aced it. Whenever I go to Latin, Jason always comes in the room at the during passing period, and we say hi, and he writes, "I love pancakes and syrup," in Latin on the board. It's pretty funny. After Latin I went to band with my bottle of water. We played our music, and played better than yesterday. I have a cool horn now, and don't have to bring my own. After band I left the stuff I had for homework in the band room, because I was going back for marching band. When I had finished searching through my locker I found that I didn't have any other homework, so I just left my backpack in there. Before going back downstairs I checked my math with becky, there were 2 things we didn't get the same, and that's what I rememinded myself to check in Biology tomorrow. We all meanderred down to the band room, and Becky made some interjections about the fact that I have band fifth period and that I didn't have anything with me. Meanwhile, back in the band room, there were giant tortouises eating everyone's belongings. When we got there we scared them off and recoverred what was left of everything. Then a magic tree frog came and repaired everything for us. We went outside and marched and played for the next two and a half hours. I was very pleased that I had my water bottle, even though it was hot by the end, and I was letting other people drink from it. It was very hot outside, and by the end we were all very sweaty. We had a fifteen minute break somewhere in there, where I refilled my water bottle, and did other things. I drank a little bit of my water. When I saw that people were going back to the field I decided to put some more water in my water bottle. The rest of my section was behind me, and were telling me that the whole section would be late and everyone would have to do push ups, and we were laughing about it. I decided to walk with them, even though I knew we were going to be very late, but hey, it would be the whole section, and they're upperclassmen, so I figured even if we did do pushups I wouldn't get such a bad rap. Anyway, Dubie did get mad at us, and threatened push-ups. But it was merely a threat. There's some more risky activity for you, man I sure am bad. -August 29, 2001 [Wednesday] |
| Okay, just for your information I did write yesterday, so there is a reason for you to have come here, but no... no one has come here yet today. Not one. NOT ONE. hmph. So maybe I didn't write on Tuesday like I halfway eluded I would, but that ain't no excuse, brother (or sister, as you may happen to be). If you are reading this come to my website!!! NOW!! So today I woke up, did morning stuff, then I went to the bus stop with no backpack, my Latin book, two notebooks, and my chuckies on. Why did I wear my chuckies? Because I felt like it that's why. I checked math again with Becky, and it turned out we'd each made a mistake on one number, which was kind of funky if you ask me. Then I went to Biology, drew some flowers, then sat down to start class. Katie had lost her book, so I let her use mine to finish her homework. We got our mongo worksheet papers back, and I got a 16 out of 20, which kind of pissed me off. Not that I got that score, but why. It said, "write a paragraph about such and such" then give like a line of space. I would cram as much in there as I could, and if it was two sentences instead of three (that's HER definition of a paragraph) I got points taken off. Some of them I only wrote one sentence, which I'm okay with. I got another thing off for saying that lichens were decomposers, which was just my mistake. Anyway, I went to math. Did the usual math drill, get old homework back, grade homework, take notes, do homework. We were reviewing for the test we're having tomorrow. I got done with the long part of my homework before the bell rang, but still had 5 problems left. When I was walking to English I almost went to the fourth floor, even though I was supposed to go to the second. Hey, there's a fifty-fifty chance there. Up or down, so I got it wrong once. Yeah, so the fourth floor doesn't exist and everyone was going down, but still. In English We did analogies, and vocabulary. Dakota and I worked together, and had some laughs. We finished quite a bit before the rest of the class, so I decided to finish my math homework and then check it with Dakota. We didn't quite finish the checking before the rest of the class was done, but we finished it while talking with the rest of the class. We are a people known as can-walk-and-chew-gum-at-same-time people. Lunch then happened. Then I had Latin where we read stuff outloud. The thing about Latin is that your ears don't hurt quite so bad when everyone's pronounciation is very terrible, because there are few people in this world whose Latin pronounciation is almost perfect. We had some homework, but it took around 5 seconds to do, and we already had homework anyway, but I finished that last night. We were supposed to find Latin derivatives for all of the words we'd learned so far. When I was working on it, Jonathan found a website that had Latin derivatives for most of the words in all of the chapters in our book. I used it and wrote the site down. Today when I showed my teacher the site she wrote it down, and acted all excited. I was pleased, and so was Jonathan when I told him. In band today we had our chair tests. The brass all went into the orchestra room and warmed up. We all started practicing as Straton went into the practice room and started calling trumpets. We were supposed do a funky scale exercise, play our highest note, and have a selection ready for him. I couldn't play the scale exercise very well compared to everyone else in the room, but I didn't here the other French horns. I mean, I could play it, but I just kept on having to stop. I had my usual piece of Mozart's horn concerto ready, and I was practicing getting up to what I thought was high C. When I was called in I had some trouble getting the note, but Stram helped me, and I got it. He asked me if it was the 2nd staff concert B flat, or something like that, and I just said, "Sure," after almost saying that it wasn't. I played the scale thing, but he stopped me half-way through. It was not my greatest playing of that. Before me Christy had gone in, but had just told Stram that she wasn't going to try and was going to be third chair. After I was done Ben went in. When he came out I asked him how it went, and he basically believed I had gotten first chair. I didn't think so though, because he can play the scale thing better than me. So I meandered back into the band room, and put my French horn away then I heard that the brass were supposed to go back. So I went back and they were saying the results. One of the lead trumpets, is the mellophone section leader, which was cool. Then I found out that I was French horn chair one. Which is very cool, because the others are upperclassmen. I was originally going to ride home with Dakota, Amanda, and such but they went to a gay rights meeting instead, so I just rode the bus home, and went to Daniel's house. There Daniel and I talked and looked at role-playing stuff. Then I came home and did some stuff involving Zoe being the nicest person in the world. To find out more go to http://www.reocities.com/monkeybutt87/daily________.htm - August 30, 1463 [Thursday] |
| Most of my webpages on this site have been slightly updated since you probably last saw them, so you may want to look at them. For example, 10, B&S, and well I guess that's probably about it. But I'm going to try to do some more "Me"'s and make them so you know what they are soon. After I woke up to the Beatles and had trouble finding clean clothes, I ate an apple for breakfast. (hehe, if you read that sentence right it sounds like a sample sentence from an English textbook. Or maybe I'm just crazy.) I went to the bus stop with nothing in my backpack but a notebook and my CD player. When I got on the bus I was talking to Aaron about his CD player, and someone sat next to Jonathan, so I couldn't quiz him on his geometry vocab. Instead I quizzed him on the way up the stairs, through the hallway, and at his locker. I saw some people I knew on the way, and I thought, "Wow, I bet they think I'm cool and helpful because I'm helping my friend study!!" I was so caught up with my thoughts that I zoomed off into outerspace, then out into another dimension where I saw flying pink elephants, and cats practicing comunism. I finished my drawing of flowers in Biology, and we worked on a sheet...a worksheet. In math we had a test. It wsa easy, but I'm thinking I might have made some stupid arithmatic error or something. I didn't get my homework, done, there. In English we had a vocab quiz which was even easier than the math test. Then I found out that we were going to be studying mythology, specifically Greek mythology, which is pretty damn cool, because I'm taking Latin, and Roman and Greek mythology are very similar. Anyway we have homework over the weekend we're supposed to find nifty-keeno myth, and bring it in. Lunch happened once again. I went to a new line today. It was the pizza line. Riskay. I like my old line better, though. When I got to Latin my teacher told me I had a message and she gave it to me. It was in Latin, and I know two people who would do that, and Jason was standing right there, so I figured it wasn't him. I toke it then asked her who it was from after looking over it. I was right, it was my fellow mello/French horn. I really didn't know what it would say. I started figuring it out, but I only got to the first word before the bell started. We went over our derivatives, and we got some time at the end to just fool around, so I kept on translating. There was some stuff about asking, girls, being able to, wishing, and a couple words I couldn't find. But then in the second paragraph I got "Drive my car" and it all made sense. It was a Beatles song, that we'd been singing yesterday during the chair test. At band we sightread some more, but Stram wasn't there, so it was different. (I say Stram, because I'm too lazy to say Mr. Straton, and Straton just doesn't sound right.) It was our first time seated with our real section order. I felt exposed, and unnecessarily responsible. Dubie moved us, so that we aren't next to the trombones anymore, which sucks, because the trombones are cool, but now I'm next to someone who has the same part as I do half of the time, so I guess, technically, it's better. Marching band was pretty cool, except my mouth piece came out of my horn, and by the time I realized it everyone was already set. I didn't find it again until like half an hour later, when Dubie got down on his knees and begged the mellophones to play, and I told him that my mouthpiece had fallen out. At that point he got the whole band to look for it, and it was soon found. And we didn't have to do any push-ups, but it didn't matter because we'd already done way too many. Oh yes, and this weekend I'll be writing here. I've got no school Monday, cha cha cha cha cha cha, I've got no school Monday, I've got no stool Monday...wait... -August 31, 2001 |