I think my jellyfish Sniffly will be from the Sunken City of Atlantis

Hey guys. I dunno if you know this, but stuff is going on. The U.S. maybe just be on the brink of the second Great Depression. This is actually happening. To the U.S. In the U.S. The U.S. is involved in a lot of stuff. Most of it does not, however, drastically forfeit, change, or twist the lives of middle class ordinary teenage soon-to-be citizens trying to yank their grades up enough to make a living in adulthood. Because, see, people don't usually come here to wreak their havoc. "We" pack up and go to them. Under any conditions - invitations are definitely not necessary. We're kind of like that spoiled little kid who invites themself over to your house and plays with all your toys and eats all your food and pushes you around. But at the same time, whenever something happens to us, we take it so cooly I wonder if all the adults of the country have combined to either

a) pull an April Fool's prank on us - In September
b) try to disguise the fact that we may actually have to control our portions for more reasons than to prevent obesity

Anyway, yesterday the stock market took the biggest plummet in U.S. history - 707 points, was it? Danggg dawg. I dunno stocks, but that doesn't sound pleasant. Also, the war. And the war debt. And the innocent people dying. And the starving people dying. And the people dying of diseases because they can't pay for the shots or don't have doctors in their area. And the poor people in our area. And the homeless people. And Mad Cow Disease. And Bird Flu. And allergies. And hay fever. And money issues. And people not listening to one another. And population growth problems. And whaling. And nuclear waste dumping. And oil spills. And weak fingers like mine. And the hole in the o-zone. And he-said, she-said dating. And Juno plots turning into real life stories. And drugs, and alcohol, and sex, and life.

We got a lot on our plate.
And I'm not too hungry, are you?

Puffs Plus

For me, there's only one Kleenex. Well, on favorite. I still use other tissues. I'll use toilet paper, for pete sakes. I'm not the kind of person who says "It's my way or no way" because there are always multiple ways to do things. Anyway, my favorite tissue is Puffs Plus Lotion. It's very soft.

Becca, I do believe the expression is "For Pete's sake" not, as previously listed, for pete sakes. I do believe you're right Becca.

Yesterday I watched this show called Jesus Camp, about people who are extreme Evangelists. It was interesting, sure, but you have to keep an open mind watching it if you're not an extreme Evangelist yourself. It's very different - very intense. So brace yourself if you plan on watching it.

So in redoing my room one wall is green, and the rest are a white shade so artfully called Deep in Thought (fitting, for me, don't you think? Only jokin'). And this bedspread and then these weird shades. Hardwood floor, a cool rug, and huge headboard, and a custom closet. This is the first time redoing my room since I was about 6, and I had a fake phone that was pink and soft with polyster/plastic fake flowers and a itchy purple fluffy polyster thing wrapping around it sort of like a lion's mane-- sorry, you couldn't possibly have known I left, but I did. My brother gave me a birthday invitation to his party, so I had to go over and use my grandma's phone to RSVP. the family got a kick out of it - what else am I here for?-- and a barbie bedspread, and a giant desk (in my room at that point). But it'll be different now. I used to actually share a room with my brother, and I would always yell at him to be quiet. I couldn't pronounce his name at that point, so the 'th' became an 's'. But still - it was cool.

I'm very glad I found my kindred spirit in terms of weirdness. Me and H totally get each other and are really weird together. While I usually get confused looks from even the best of friends at my bizarre, mostly dry and sarcastic with of course, some strangeness thrown in for good measure, sense of humor, or inquiries like, "Is it a Becca thing?", H gets it. I hope we get to play ping pong again.

Yeah. That was fun.

I want to get an Office poster, and a Dwight bobblehead, and a Flight of the Conchords poster for my room. I was thinking about a Dundie award thing too. All available at the NBC Universal Store (which I guess means, as Steve said, if The Office was sent to other planets, if they have even the slightest bit of life possible, they would respond, even aliens get obsessed). But I was thinking, I don't want to looked totally hooked on Office, but at the same time I want people to know the truth up front. And I guess the best way to make an accurate first impression is to do it without words, because the verbal ones have tripped me up in the past.

And guess what? My fingers are very weak. So I have to exercise them with sticky tack. And strengthening balls. The works.

at one point in this blog it says on where it should say one - so if on doesnt make sense, it's probly supposed to be one. i just couldn't find it when I went back to look.

Rooms

I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, no clue
I honestly just speculate, how about you?
I'm going through a Dr. Seuss phase, starting five minutes past
As you can tell from this lively post it's really been a blast.
My room is being redecorated - re-done, re-excavated
It's all new to me but I believe interior design to be rather underrated.
You see, a lot of thought has gone into this process.
Paint colors, bedding, floor, closets, but none the less
I still don't know if being an interior designer is what I desire
It would be a crusher if my room burned down in a fire


and now when my brain goes dead.
i don't think i'll have an open room
sam is right, it's too self-centered.
and even thought my room is amazing to me, no one else will care as much as i do.
sometimes other people's opinions help your own out.


I don't know what re-excavated means either.

Today was....(insert adjective)

Wow. Today. todaytodaytoday. I think I need a hug. Not a little brother hug, where's it's either paired with repeated...and repeated...and repeated pats on the back, or ends after a couple second, when they yell "freak!" and dart off to otherwise occupy themselves. Not a dad hug, where he says, "Hey Becca, thanks for the hug! I really love you!" after every time. Not a mom hug, where it's gentle and she rubs my back then lays out her strategy for banishing my stress or melancholyness. I guess, just a wordless, firm, helpful help. I don't need it of course. But they can help upon occasion. Sometimes a hug is all it takes.

When do you call it when The Office episodes are a disappointment? I thought I'd never see the day. I keep waiting for something to happen, and nothing does. How frustrating. I've started keeping a journal. I find it helps, and even thought I may not realize it (I'm sure you all have - well, the two of you) that I have a lot to say. It kind of helps, because I haven't really been as wild with my emotions as last year. Putting it out on paper helps me recognize the emotions are there, even if it doesn't include throwing tantrums and screaming my head off. And funnily enough, I don't remember ever losing my voice last year. I guess my esophagus saw the terrible preteen round coming and buffed up, giving me sort of a temporary immunity for the world of frog-in-throatness, which would have undoubtedly driven me up the wall last year. But now that I've decided to sort of control myself, whenever I get hyped up, my voice fails on me. A terrible thing.

What offends you? I don't get offended too easily. I don't like people hating on my family. I don't really care when B-H tells me Proactiv would really help, because my forehead had gotten so read over the summer. And I don't mind people informing me that they know more about something then me, as in "You don't really know anything about Halo, do you?" or whatever. Because, though it's probably rhetorical, it's simple enough to respond, "Nope."

Well, Imma go strengthen my pinky's. Seeyalateralligator.

What couldya do with a yoga mat?

I'm sick and tired of making lists.

I swapped to German! Yay! and Advisory too!
the only thing I feel bad about is that I'm leaving all my stuff in Spanish behind for everyone else to clean up and my partner is partnerless and me and Florian did that interview for nothing.

In choir (my voice was somewhat back - i lost it over the weekend), I realized, as I had before, that lower notes were much easier to sing. And as I'm a soprano (I had just finished singing a high scale and then jumped down to the alto part - you trip over one note and you're sentenced to life as an opera singer. No, I like being soprano. I just wish I coulda proved through my scale singing that I am capable of doing all alto, mezzo and soprano), it's been difficult to adjust to not being able to sing the part I'm in in a choir class.

hw.

Pop that....bub...ble

Let me just say, I do not hate Miley Cyrus or Hannah Montana. I just believe they/she/them/those two/you know...are overmarketed. N yeah.

We were going to get Burger King, but B wanted a Whopper and couldn't have one and yadda yadda yadda.

The problem is I start to make a point I care a little, if not nothing about. It's an undercurrent of competitive-ness, needing to get the final word in. More of a final word than, 'yeah. definitely. you are so right.'

I'm starting to speak like people in The Office. Minus the funny. I'm saying Absolutely and Definitely and when people talk I insert a few yeahs and ohs and uh huhs along the way for good measure.

And you know when you feel like you're writing something, and it just clicks as be THE TRUTH or THE RIGHT THING TO TYPE and almost like something in your conscious clicks and you leave the world where making typos is an easily caught plague and itching your cheek is a secret system in hope of stimulating your lagging thoughts and brain power. You fly, your innnr writer is unleashed and everything is crucial, you can't stop....and I just had to leave the computer to see who was calling on the phone.


Point
in
case.



i should do hw.

The History Channel

The History Channel is pretty gory. Today I was watching a program that originated from the very source mentioned earlier and they were talking about this guy with became famous from his being brutal and in general, brutality. He had a system called 'the ordeal' where he would stick (if you don't like gory some-may-say-disgusting tales of historical means of rooting good from bad, visit this blog for entertainment more entertaining awe inspiring and smile inducing then this one. Or this entry.) The ordeal was this guy sticking a pepper in a pot of boiling water and having the prisoners stick their hands in the pot and retrieve the pepper. They would get their hand all taped up, and a coupl days later a priest would see if the person's hand was healing. If it was, they were innocent. And if it wasn't they were guilty.
The History Channel is one of my least favorite channels. I have a spare few I really steer clear from - the sex channels, the country music video channels, MTV or VH1 when Shot at Love and Room Raiders and Rob and Big and Making the Band and all that are having marathons. I like The Paper and ANTM fine. But some shows I could do without.
Sometimes I wonder how much a person has to pay their employer to have the job they have. Now I'm not stupid - I know people work from employers so the employers can pay them. But I just cannot comprehend how certain people have the life situation they have. They have to be paying their moey providers with something pretty darn convincing, valuable, or unique. Pity only goes so far, especially in business, right?
How are some people paying the bills when they don't know how to operate with the career they've established for themselves?
I want a job, Besides the PTO thrift shop I mean.