Wish list (with nods to Kelly)

I wish I were funny, like Kelly.

I wish I could write powerfully, like Courtney.

I wish I could write at all lately.

I wish I had done more in high school apart from the computer-- read more, written more, talked about more.

I wish I could really wish for that last one, since my knowledge of computers has been awfully helpful sometimes.

I wish it were easier to be single.

I wish it were easier to be a girl.

I wish I weren't so hard on myself.

Trust

Well, you finally did it. You made it snow, really snow, for the first time this season.

With the snow come the couples. Yesterday, Romance would drift by in its usual way, slowly spiralling through the campus like bits of cotton candy. Today Romance is a bloody ASSAULT, exploding like a screaming hurricane from every corner of the sky.

Except mine, of course.

I recovered from my distress this time, though, faster than ever. I've walked a circle in this place and I'm where I was almost exactly a year ago. Which, by the way, is a great memory. I can see myself sitting in my chair beside the window, staring out at the parking lot, and waxing wordy in the dark. I can see myself making a meticulous little journal entry which, in hindsight, isn't expressed that well. But it's still cute. And at least I got your point.

Metamorphosis: an abridged sonnet

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate--
I still cannot claim my condition is so horrible.
To wake as a dung beetle is far more deplorable.

Yep-ee-KAH-duf

69) Courtney fiddles around with other people's stuff in their absence.
70) Courtney and Kelly listen to me babble... reasonably often.
71) According to the Onion, Kansas has outlawed the "practice of evolution".
72) Tumble Bees is still an amazing game.
73) Roce. adj. 1. Uncomfortable, sticky. 2. (esp. of weather) Humid, warm, wet.
74) The top of Jordan's head always smells the same. It's a lot of fun to kiss.
75) Mother corrects herself when she uses "fun" as an adjective.
76) Kelly and Courtney really like Disney movies.
77) Karleigh is growing up.
78) So am I.
79) I like haiku. (I became aware of that yesterday.)
80) Matt Ford bringing the puzzle page of the paper into World Lit and pretending not to like the Jumble so that I can do it = good times.
81) Justin hangs out with B Martin.
82) My family were glad to see me on Thanksgiving break.
83) When one dresses a cat in a small sweater, it will suddenly lose its motivation to do anything but slink and sit awkwardly.
84) Mother makes our house welcoming by keeping it clean, lighting candles, and playing music.
85) For all practical purposes, Kelly's mom has an entire wall composed of necklaces she beaded herself. Oh yes. And they're organized by color.
86) Elijah Wood makes a really convincing, annoying Yasha, but Alan Rickman makes a really COOL Yepihodov.

The malevolent beast

I noticed something: Not only am I critical of myself, but I also criticize myself for being critical of myself. I then criticize myself for that criticism.

This cannot continue.

Play-Doh

51) Kelly appreciates the sweet, sweet appeal of tiny photos.
52) She also keeps me up, talking, at night.
53) Simba smells just like China.
54) I can have a good conversation with a friend who isn't even old yet. And I do.
55) Court asked for John Golden's thoughts about Plato, and he replied, "It dries up."
56) Knitting is so satisfying, for some reason.
57) Only about 35 more days are between Brayden and me.
58) I figured out how to like my handwriting.
59) Jenny's gonna sing at Celebrate Recovery with Justin and Mother!
60) My mother enjoys her life.
61) Get Fuzzy is such a cute comic.
62) Also enjoyable is drawing makeup on pictures of male celebrities.
63) Jeremy used to have long hair. (This is COMPLETELY UNRELATED to #62.)
64) After we first read it, I kept misspelling "Odyssey".
65) Few things feel so incredible or look so ridiculous as a good stretch.
66) I get to brush my teeth every day.
67) Jordan's teacher says he's respectful toward both students and adults, and gentle.
68) Dad is so proud of Jordan.

I'm more of a hugger

I decided that my bowling name is "Hugs and Kisses", because for whatever reason, I get mostly X's and 0's.

Well, probably more 0's than X's.

I don't like the way I'm forced to use those apostrophes, but we can't have everything, can we?

News article

Well, it does not appear that she is going to post it herself, so here's tonight's cover story:


Rochester College student is the Devil

Young Amanda Webb's suspicions were, arguably, confirmed in an eerie exchange at a Taco Bell drive-thru Sunday night.

As the story goes, former roommate Courtney Jenko inquired after the well-being of an unnamed male employee, whose only legitimate task at the time was to take an order from the two girls. His response? He was feeling "diabolical".

"I honestly wish I could just pass it off as a joke," comments Amanda Webb, Jenko's passenger, who witnessed the conversation. Her voice trembles with disbelief. "And I was going to. But I-- she-- it..." She breaks off, unable to give us more information, possibly out of fear for her own life.

The rest of the story becomes frighteningly, elaborately clear when Webb reveals the Taco Bell receipt. The bill, totalling the prices of two chalupas, two hard (crunchy?) tacos, a large soft drink, and several packets of mild sauce, comes to six dollars and sixty-six cents.

Yes, you read that right.

Later that night, Rochester College, where Jenko is a student and a "Resident Advisor", experienced a strange power outage that lasted nearly half an hour. Jenko's behavior came across as concerned, almost parental, says Webb. But for now, the true nature of her furrowed brow can only be a source of speculation.

And she will crush your head

2 OCTOBER: A MONDAY

Amanda Webb: *needs to go to class*

Air Base Squadron: *is blocking the lobby door, unaware*

Amanda Webb: *slides silently past just in time*

Air Base Squadron: [enthusiastically] Hi, Amanda!

Amanda Webb: *is already yards away* Hullo!

Amanda's inner Hydra: Mwahaha! ACTUALLY, I'M SCARED.



3 OCTOBER: A TUESDAY

Abominable Snowman: What's wrong? What's your deal?

Amanda Webb: WHOA HELLO OUT OF NOWHERE pull out the headphones what else have you been saying ...What?

Abominable Snowman: Do I scare you or what?

His eyes are uncharacteristically searching and humorless.

Amanda Webb: ...

Fear: *sweeps in like a scaly dragon and perches in her heart, bringing with it an unexpected cover of calm expressionlessness*

Amanda Webb: I don't know how to say it... uh. No. No, you don't scare me. *smiles*

Amanda Webb's guts: SELF DESTRUCT! SELF DESTRUCT!!

Enter: characteristic cheerful Abominable demeanor.

Abominable Snowman: Okay!

Amanda continues to the cafeteria, where she finds it just a shade difficult to hold a drinking glass still.



27 OCTOBER: A FRIDAY

Ancient Serpent: Blablabla and it was-- AMANDA! ...How are you?

Amanda Webb: *is phenomenal*

Amanda Webb: I'm good, actually. How are you?

Ancient Serpent: Good, good. *literally holds out his hand*

Amanda Webb: *shakes it and laughs*

Amanda's hand: I'm not even tingling; can you believe it?

Assembly: *commences*

Windows Media Player: Rob Bell!

Ancient Serpent: Yaddayadda, something about the Yankees when *swipes his card* they didn't even play, Amanda.

Amanda Webb: *smiles and moves on*

Random insertion of Amanda's name: I feel so unimposing and powerless.



Impressive? Headway? I'd say so.

Beloved

Don't sleep--
Before the mist
Enfolded his ship
Your fingers were not so limp.
Shivering joy
In your glass,
Eternal grace
In your veins,
Runs clear and sweet and
Older than the monstrous sea.
Don't sleep--
Your lusty youth
Forms colorless pools,
Wells up from your skin--
Sweating and cold
Like a stone,
Hollow and aged
Like a shell.
Don't wash away.
I will bathe your face
And dress your eyes with dew--
And he will brush your cheek.
We will watch when
Your honeyed breath,
Imperishable,
Shivers
And begins again.

"Don't chew ice; you'll get diarrhea!"

38. Poppy Don went to North Carolina with us.
39. Sherrill loves me.
40. The color palette outside my dorm window, and the stars through a polluted night, are traces of a dying world-- but they are gorgeous.
41. Steve Corp is gentlemanly.
42. I don't have a disease, an infection, or even a cold right now.
43. Halloween is coming.
44. Crash is a really good movie.
45. I liked watching it with Courtney and Kelly (and Nikki, there, for the last couple of minutes).
46. Kelly confides in me occasionally. I don't know why.
47. My left shoelace is black. My right shoelace is blue.
48. Eating ice is so much fun.
49. I love reading out loud with other people.
50. Courtney started a knitting fad among the students.

Such the hater

At about eight o'clock tonight, I went on a walk around campus.

Partly because it's so quiet here during fall break, and it's cold, and the moon was really pretty, and my headphones were pumping "Falling Inside the Black" into my brain, and I knew I had to do a little pseudo-dancing behind the cafeteria.

But mostly because I hate this Gilgamesh paper more than anything else right now.

Turn the window off

I love agreeing with people. Especially with Courtney because, you know, it only happens about 28% of the time.

So... here goes.


Why You are Awesome!

Brandon Young is so good to be around. I haven't heard this guy say one mean thing, as far as I can remember. And he doesn't try to project some kind of "cool" version of himself. He's just cool because that's the way it is.
- It was hilarious when he just decided to buzz all his hair off.
- I have never been able to high-five any other male. (Of course, I could just say "any other person" because males are the only ones who initiate high-fives.)
- I almost forgot! He's majoring in music and he sings bass. I barely believed that last part until I heard it. Like, whoa.

Kristen Landenberger cracks me up. I wish she lived on campus.
- Talks to me before, after and sometimes during science class. This is priceless.
- Facial expressions.
- She is so responsible. It's kinda sickening, actually. But in a good way.


Courtney just said, "Turn the window off." I could not neglect to record that.

Crabby's just icing on the cake

Haven't forgot my own intention to continue that list.

26. I've got Jolly Ranchers.
27. Pop Rocks, as well.
28. Pencils and paper just pulse with life, don't they?
29. I am so less afraid than I was a year ago.
30. David Brackney. (Yes, that is a sentence! Leave me alone!)
31. I went on a walk with Sherrill once, somewhere in North Carolina, along a beach. I picked up a hermit crab and named it Alan.
32. Muffitt used to record cartoons onto VHS tapes and save them for my visits.
33. Courtney brought me into the fabric store so that she could use two coupons at once.
34. The Skillet cd comes out in about thirty hours.
35. I'm wearing nail polish. Well, except on one thumb.
36. I discovered today that I can bypass the ladder and switch directly from my bunk bed to the floor, and it is FUN.

Sunday nights are a peculiar color

Hmm... ibuprofen is starting to taste good to me. I would call this a foreboding sign.

I really want to write a story of some kind, but I don't know what I'd write. Maybe I should start with a very short fiction drawn directly from something real, so I can flex my brain without having to invent too much.

I miss my family.

Maybe they still do

Jesus's hands must have smelled like dust.

September

Where do I start? Jenny and Justin were both baptized a couple of weeks ago. Jenny is engaged, Brayden is kicking, and Justin is buying baby clothes and talking to B Martin. Wow.

So good.

So good.

So good.

Sidewalk conversation

"You hate me."

Yes, I hate you. I hate you because I like you. Does that make sense? Of course it doesn't.   "No, I don't hate you."

"Well, you don't like me because you think I'm weird."

It's weird how nice your feet look when you're standing over me.   "No, I don't think you're weird."   I think I should be in a high-security prison.

Bliss

He doesn't know!

"Amanda!! I haven't seen you anymore. Ever."

There's a reason for that. And I'm so not telling you.

He doesn't know.

"You're doing a lot of homework. You need to stop doing so much homework."

Haha... thanks for the advice. So we can be acquaintances after all?

If I don't blow it.

I'm gonna look back at this and shake my head.

Noise

First of all, I WAS RIGHT. Running away is just a leftover habit, but somehow it definitely triggers the problem. I feel fine if I keep myself from bolting.

Also, I had a thought the other day.

(Yeah!)

Our tongues have sections designed for sweetness, sourness and so on. If we had just one section each and we only could know the flavor of something all at once, then the depth of tastes -- as we experience them individually and roughly simultaneously -- would be impossible. The levels of a flavor are like the instruments in a song: if you couldn't tell one instrument from another, I think you'd just hear noise.

Heart attacks, FREE

I am tired of whatever this is. It's no longer the pleasant anxiety of a crush; I just feel -- each time -- like I'm gonna lose my supper, like I've been punched in the gut, or there's a serial killer somewhere in my house. Soon I'll see this in retrospect and know exactly how I was generating the problem for myself, but at the moment I only have one idea.

I'm going to try not running away. It might take out some of the sting, if my mother was right.

Heart attacks, $13.20

I wish food would be sold based on caloric content, maybe a penny for every calorie. We'd be so much healthier (broke, otherwise). An orange would cost 50¢; a package of Skittles, $2.50. Apart from special occasions, rather few people would be willing to pay $13 for a large Blizzard.

On the other hand, I guess, celery is a very low calorie food, so they'd practically be paying people to eat it... which is almost necessary as it is.

Cobalt

The RC Gong Show once again, last night, left me in a puddle of conflicting emotions. It is twenty percent fun -- eighty percent savage. There are few things I can remember and be thoroughly glad I didn't participate in; this is one of them.

All right, first day.

My initial impression of Dr MacKinnon (see? I used his title) was of a reasonable fellow with a good sense of humor, and he really did nothing to destroy that image with me. In short, Marriage and the Family should be a good class.

The first... maybe twenty minutes of Bowling consisted of standing around waiting for the instructor to show up. The only other time this has happened, Mr Pleasant walked in, glanced around and introduced himself: "Are you the Conditioning class?" He then told us that Mr Diehl was "no longer with the school" and that we'd be getting a new teacher. Naturally, I felt a little sick today when Mr Pleasant appeared in the gym. (Not again?!)

But Mr Lewis is only on his honeymoon and will be back next week.

...WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY.

Hmm... some of the freshmen I've met seem like very cool people. I'm looking forward to knowing them better.

This year feels different. God has finally convinced me to trust him a little.

Love, Mom

-----Original Message-----
From: CAROL ALLRED
Sent: Sat 8/19/2006 9:55 PM
To: Amanda Webb
Subject:

Amanda - It's done. It was so beautiful, with the sun streaming onto the water and coming through the clouds, and all of them in their white robes holding hands in the water. B stood between Jenny and Justin and baptized them both. I'll remember that picture all my life. There were about 6 or 7 people baptized. Remember the scene from the movie O Brother Where Art Thou? It looked kinda like that. We missed you!

Love,
Mom

Shadow

'Twas early on Father's Day, and I was thinking about how I squirm when he looks at me.

In a style borrowed from Cleolinda Jones, here are the events of Friday night:

Duane, Marty, Jordan and Amanda sit down for a movie in the Webbs' immaculate living room. The lights go out, sort of. A lot of words fade on and off of the screen, likely including the title of the film, which is "End of the Spear", but Amanda isn't reading them. She's remembering how she read about this in middle school.

MOVIE: (starts)

WAODANI: (are violent)

JORDAN: They're killing each other!

DUANE: Yes, it's a shame, Jordan.

WAODANI: (run fearfully through the trees)

DUANE: Savage.

AMANDA: (quietly) Be careful how you use that word.

DUANE: (does not hear)

JORDAN: (concerned) The boys are wearing those...

DUANE: Loincloths.

TIME FRAME: (changes)

DUANE: Those loincloths look different now that they've grown up.

AMANDA: (bites her lip)

WAODANI: (are misled into killing the missionaries)

JORDAN: Dad! They're being so horrible! Why?

DUANE: Because they're Indians.

WAODANI: (kill)

DUANE: They're savages. (turns to stare pointedly at Amanda)

AMANDA: (continues to look at the television)

SEVERAL TENSE SECONDS: (pass)

WAODANI: (run adeptly through the trees)

JORDAN: Why are they doing that?

DUANE: Well, see, Jordan, they're still an uncivilized people, they don't really have skills.

AMANDA: They have the skills they need.

WAODANI MAN WHO BETRAYED THE MISSIONARIES: (slowly dies with arrows through his chest)

JORDAN: Well, he deserved it.

AMANDA: (jawdrop) Jordan, if you had lied, would you want to die because of it?

NATE SAINT: (is dead)

STEVE SAINT: NOOO! (kicks his dog)

JORDAN: (gets up on his palms) DAD! He can't do that!

DUANE: He's upset, Jordan.

JORDAN: It doesn't matter! YOU DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON YOUR PET!

DUANE: Jordan, you have never had to go through that. You don't understand.

MARTY: Be easier on him, Jordan.

AMANDA: (cries)

TIME FRAME: (changes)

STEVE SAINT: I am struggling to reconcile my anger with my understanding of mercy.

MINCAYANI: Mercy is weakness.

STEVE SAINT: Hmm. Maybe you're right.

EVENTS: (happen)

WAODANI: (have trouble parting with old habits)

MINCAYANI: Am I beginning to see the beauty of mercy and, consequently, the poverty of my merciless existence?

VIOLENCE: (threatens)

MARTY: So sick!

DUANE: Violent.

AMANDA: Just like all the rest of us would be if we'd never heard of Jesus.

DUANE: On a level, that's almost true, but the fact is some groups are much more depraved than others.

DUANE: (has had sex with half the women in the world)

AMANDA: It wasn't long ago the British were headhunters.

DUANE: (has difficulty hearing)

AMANDA: We kill babies, Dad! It doesn't get more primitive than that!

DUANE: (has a hearing defect) What they're doing is bad.

AMANDA: They'd hardly experienced anything else. They needed Jesus.

DUANE: They had consciences. They knew. Paul wrote, Romans one twenty, that men are without excuse, since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities have been understood--

AMANDA: ...

The movie finishes and everyone is more or less pleased with it--on some level. Amanda thanks Duane for dinner, for the movie, for the grape juice. She starts up the Metro, rolls the window all the way down and pulls out of the driveway. As soon as she's out of the neighborhood, she turns the stereo up until the car vibrates.

MASSIVIVID: I do not want to do what I'm about to, but I'm afraid that I can't stop.

AMANDA: (is mad)

NIGHT AIR: (is balmy)

MASSIVIVID: I'd gladly trade my nothing for Your everything, I just get so scared that I will drop. Hope casts me headlong into You--

AMANDA: Hmm.

MASSIVIVID: I never saw my shadow 'till I saw the light, and now I need more light to drown it out.

AMANDA: --

DUANE: (has not seen his shadow)

AMANDA: (does not want Duane : Mincayani :: Amanda : Duane)

Self-contained

For all the world I have not happened
I am no glittering wetness on your pupil
Where am I? aborted from space
Crushed against an ice sheet where the atmosphere stops
Observing:
Summer
Immaculate lawn
Clean horizon
Dome of happy
Self-contained
Globe of glass
Precludes the rain
Blistering thunder never became
Never introduced itself
My voice never found your mouth
Or burst through your window pane
Dead to you before I fell
Staring through a crystal ball
To hell

Don't sing your last lullaby

Courtney is now asleep under her new brightly-colored Mexican blanket, but a little while ago we were reciting poems and talking about school. I noted my relative hopelessness as far as the Golden class is concerned, concluding, "Everything sucks."

"...But no, everything does not suck."

I know God's goodness -- regardless of my performance. So, with every intention to avoid artificiality, I think it'd be wise to remind myself.

1. The thunderstorm tonight is black, white, purple, loud and wet.
2. A thick layer of aspirin is on my face.
3. I've eaten enough for one and a half people since I got up.
4. Courtney has a Mexican blanket.
5. Rochester College tap water is easily accessible.
6. The newspaper next to me says "Vets regain command" -- and I can read it. Upside down.
7. I don't have to fear the future.
8. Jenny's eyes are amazingly blue.
9. I have some really great cds.
10. Yanni's "In My Time" is playing right now.
11. Mr Golden's expressions should have their own movie.
12. The college campus keeps surprising me with pretty things.
13. I have discovered Salvation Army.
14. There is such a thing as hair dye.
15. People wrote down some things Jesus did.
16. It got around to me.
17. I have all my teeth.
18. Jordan plays card games with me.
19. There are so many colors we could never name them all.
20. Light refracts in multiple directions when it hits a diamond.
21. The green of traffic lights is a delicious color.
22. Pencils keep ending up on the floor of this room.
23. The Skillet drummer is a girl.
24. This summer I might get a real job, learn some sign language, and/or work up the motivation to make some Monkey Bread. (You never know.)
25. Poppy Don likes to garden.

Sekrit message

I could swear -- every time I stand in a checkout line, I see a different magazine that says "Walk Off Belly Fat!"

YOUR SECRET IS OUT, GUYS. You can stop marketing it as a mind-blowing discovery.

Mental logjam

Found out this afternoon that ERICA IS PREGNANT!

I'm going to be an aunt.

Recalling Emily's words on the Wall once, "There are no words."

Favorites

I really forgot to add something about the Seder. I'd like to remember the thought...

Having studied the history of biblical Judaism, however barely, the entire "Passover" experience was fully different from what it would probably have been otherwise. As we went through the ceremonies and little speeches from the "head of the house", and skipped over some very long speeches, and heard the specifics of what this feast celebrates and emphasizes, I felt an overwhelming sense of victory and belonging. Part of it was based the obvious-in-a-Christian-era implications, but most of it was on behalf of the Israelites alone. I think I understand just a little bit now -- why it was so hard for the early Christian Jews to accept Gentiles. They'd been the favorite son, the special people. That was who they were.

I was born once

I could swear the sky is made of water tonight. It looks smaller and closer than usual, clear and crystalline. The moon floats in the midst of a translucent white glow. I stared stupidly at it as I walked down the sidewalk to the dorm until a girl walking past me burped very loudly.

MY BIRTHDAY WAS THE BOMB, mostly. I wrote my family about it, and I will paste the email here because I don't want to describe it all over again.

My birthday started with the words, "It's seven o'clock, Amanda. Happy birthday!"

So I bolted out of bed. I mean, I had an eight o'clock class with an exam. I got ready, cursed my three enormous zits -- I'm not joking about this, they're gargantuan -- stepped out the door precisely as the clock was preparing to snap into another hour, and shuffled down the stairs.

At the end of the stairway is a great metal door rigged with an alarm system. It went off when I opened it. The sound gave me a sick sort of feeling in my stomach, but dumb stuff happens all the time here, you know. It was a fluke.

The lobby was uncharacteristically dark and grim-looking. In fact, so was everything else. Hoofing it across the "tear drop" driveway toward the campus center, I reasoned all this strange gloominess was a result of the weather. We've had rain since yesterday.

I pushed through the door. One of the maintenance staff was there, vacuuming in front of the doorway to Auditorium East... weird. With a sheepish glance at her I hopped over the cords and into AE.

Completely empty.

There's not much you can do with an empty classroom, so I turned around slowly.

"Ma'am?"

She switched the vacuum off and looked at me, slightly petrified, as always. I felt bad.

"Excuse me. What time is it?"

"It -- maybe six..."

"Seven?" I bit my lip.

"...yes, six thirty, maybe, mmm. Six or seven..."

I was interfering with her cleaning, obviously. "Okay. Thank you."

Courtney, meanwhile, was gathered securely into room 309 on the third floor, wrapped in absolute silence beneath cotton sheets, amid plushy animals and far more pillows than she ever deserved. I bet the Yanni cd even spontaneously began to spin out its melodies at that point.

I checked every pocket for my card on the way back. It wasn't in every pocket, or in any pocket, because it was in the room with CJ, tucked into the wall beneath my dangling keys. The alarm in the lobby was still screaming when I returned, but it hadn't drawn any attention at all. The place was just as deserted as when I'd left it. Unable to get back up without my swipe card, I sat down and waited.

Forty minutes later a girl came down. She had a quizzical look, probably produced by the alarm, but was on her way to breakfast or work and barely noticed me. My aerobics here would have impressed nearly anyone other than the soccer players. As much as a 160-pound girl can, I sprinted through the atmosphere and struck my palm into the too-narrow space between the door and the doorframe. I almost didn't make it.

I tell you this because I don't want to let the memory slip into oblivion altogether. Courtney didn't do it on purpose. Her clock really was bumped an hour forward. Neither of us has any idea why that is. But it's funny.

What else? Oh, I neglected to note my birthday presents so far.
1. Money from Grandma & Poppy Webb
2. Jolly Rancher suckers
3. Pepsi
4. A teddy bear (his name still under debate)
5. Money from Cindy & Jeff
6. Caedmon's Call: In the Company of Angels II, or The World Will Sing
7. A green mug
8. A little silver ring with a pink heart in it
9. Brownies

Some of the best lyrics from the cd so far: "Let us sing of our Redeemer and of his love that made us free. We know this gift is ours forever, a fellowship so deep."

Algebra

Mrs Turner asked Jeremy and me to talk to her after class let out. She asked us to think about being SIs for Intermediate Algebra next semester.

HA HA.

Two peppers

Tonight at dinner I sat down (gingerly) to a plate of green beans and a "vegetarian" quesadilla, as the sign said. The green beans were squeaky, and decked out in very thinly sliced almonds. So was the quesadilla. I picked one green pepper out of its pointy end and started eating. I think it was made out of tortilla, flour and a couple of almonds. As appealing as that is, I wasn't hungry.

We sat at a strategic table next to the window. We hoped to eliminate very tall, birdlike people from my field of vision. Despite this, things turned bleak, someone started talking at the back of my head, and I was forced to stuff almonds into my mouth at top speed. Someone threw salt and pepper shakers at me. I left hastily.

Mr Golden has us reading a play called "M. Butterfly". Courtney and I aren't impressed with it.

Compassionate hearts

Support the kildeer.

The royal records

Old Testament reading this evening -- discovered that Courtney has a questionable way of pronouncing the word "annals". I won't post the joke she made when I pointed it out.

Collision Cure

-------------- Forwarded Message: --------------
From: "J. Webb"
To: "Carol Allred (E-mail)"
Subject: Feline 5 New Album!
Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2006 00:48:02 +0000


Hey Mom,

You probably have heard, but I got the jingle! Apparently they liked it enough to use it.. so I'm excited about that.

YESSS.

I assume this means a little money. But I really hope he's encouraged by it.

By the way, I don't know if you have heard about the new music sensation -- 5 kittens, all brothers and sisters -- all of whom have ridiculous vocal abilities at incredibly young ages. Kelsea Webb is their manager and mother, and she put together this marketing scheme to help album sales. Check out the promo picture I sent!

Love ya, Justin

Attachment: Feline 5 New Album!(97KB)

Note to self

I have the coolest family in the world.

Latest: Bears Randomly Maul Ibrahim Foryoh

The speech is OVER. Over, over, over. And I actually did all right!

Ibrahim (from one of the other groups that spoke today) illustrated a point by referring to Dr Keller's "bald head". Notable, I think.

Court and I were going to do our hair late tonight, but apparently we're both pondering the benefits of sandwiching it between Algebra and dinner.

Westfield? Woodley? Wantington?

One of the Communications groups gave a speech about a car-related event that occurs in Michigan every August -- I can't think of the name, starts with a W -- I tried to pay close attention but I was distracted when my left contact actually dislodged itself from the eyeball and floated around the socket.

Wayyy too much homework to have done by Thursday.

Back from the dead

Am salvaging this thing for memory. I only kept the first-ever post, because it's the best.

I think I have finally figured out this difference between CJ and myself: She is able to admire from a distance; I am not. It's neither here nor there, but it helps me put my observations into order.