What is with this posting spree? Lately I haven't felt like typing at all, even when I have something to say.

Anyway, I just wanted to state a memorization goal for the end of the semester - Hebrews. I got up to chapter 7 at one point, so up until there it's only a matter of rememorizing which is relatively easy. I think after such a long period of not memorizing things, it shouldn't be too hard to get the next five chapters down, even though 11 and 12 are pretty long. And I had 13 memorized at one point too, so that should also be relatively easy.

I love memorizing! It's such a good feeling to get stuff down, and know that you know it so well it's just part of you. I also like memorizing poetry.

The only hard part for me down here is, finding someone to quote to. I constantly memorize things slightly wrong, and how can I review to myself if I'm reviewing wrong? I asked my roomie if I could quote just a few chapters to her after she got off work and she was like "you're an insane psycho freak. Sure." so I'm happy about that.

Anyway, if you want to memorize a book of the Bible (it's okay, it doesn't have to be as long as Hebrews - 1 Peter's a fun one, and I've always wanted to do James), you should email ladybugsnameisnotpaige@yahoo.com (which is my email address), and let me know. I wish more people would think it was cool to memorize. And no one should say "I can't memorize" because really, it just takes time to find out what works for you.

-Amber

How do I get along so well with my roommate?

Well, laughter is the best medicine. Let me just say, if it weren't for our mothers, we wouldn't get along as well as we do. Here's an example of a fairly typical conversation:

Jess: "My bed is MESSY! It exploded!"

Me: "Your mom exploded!"

Jess: "Your mom's FACE exploded!"

Both laugh. Jess exits.

We basically use any and every opportunity to refer to the other's mother. We frequently use name calling too. Except, I think Jess calls me more names than I call her:

Me: "I wish we only had one bathroom stall so I wouldn't have to choose which of five to use."

Jess: "You're an insane psycho FREAK."

I get her back with my extremely witty sarcasm, however, which basically consists of repeating everything she says in a high nasally mocking voice:

Jess: "Ugh! Where's my meal card!"

Me, in a high nasally mocking voice: "Ugh! Where's my meal card!"

Jess: "SHUT UP!"

At this point, Jessica usually shoves me. Once she shoved me into some wet grass and my shoe came off and my sock got wet. Once she just picked me up and threw me onto a couch. I was pretty surprised, I didn't know she was that strong. Unfortunately, whenever I try to shove her back, she doesn't move, and just stands there and laughs at me, which causes me to repeat her laughter in a wittily sarcastic voice, which causes her to shove me again.

Anyway, if you don't get along with your roomie, those are just some ideas for you.

On a different topic, I was playing frisbee yesterday, which is the most athletic thing I've done since hiking last fall, and a guy threw the frisbee and it hit my back. I got a nice welt and some blood. Woohoo.

-Amber

So, after two monthsish of trying to get a certain house on a certain small lake in a certain small town, my parents lost it. Not their heads - the house. They were disappointed. They talked about building their own house on the lake and buying a much smaller, much not-nicer house on the lake and fixing it up. You have to understand, they've been trying to move for the last five yearsish. First it was Ellensburg area they wanted, then other E. WA areas, then Whidbey Island for a long time, then what? Enumclaw, or something? And Auburn? I can't remember. Anyway, they've been looking at houses for such a long time it's almost like a sport. They go out for the day just to look at houses.

Finally, just when no one thought they would ever actually move, they made an offer on a house. Two months of worrying "maybe we'll get it, maybe we won't," and they didn't get it.

Everyone let out their breath.

Then, wham! Suddenly we have a house. It's beautiful! Look at it!


My spring break will be spent packing up our old house. They move April 3.

What does this mean for me? It means I now have to decide what I'm doing for the summer. I've pretty much decided that I'm not going to stay in Portland unless God shoves a tantalizing job in my face, which might not happen since I'm not really looking around here, and the income tax is so high here it's ridiculous.

Another option is to live with my parents in their new house. This sounds fun, but it would be really hard not to be able to go to May Valley on Sundays. The church is my "other family" and they are at least half of what I miss whenever I'm gone.

The Edgars have always said that if my parents move, I can live with them. Now that my parents are moving, they say, the offer still stands.

So, I'm trying to get a job at the KinderCare near their house/our old house. If I can get a full time summer job there, I'll live with Edgars and stay in the May Valley community, and visit my family on Saturdays.

It's nice to have a tentative plan.

-Amber

This morning, I will be attending my fourth Bible Marathon. We will be reading Acts-Philemon and Revelation. It will be a 10-hour Marathon. Yay! Actually, 10 hours is the shortest I've been to yet, and I'm kind of happy this one's short because I do have some things I want to get done today. ("do things I want to get done"? That's redundant...) They're starting at 10 am and going to 6 pm. I have to go at 9 because I was asked (haha! I feel special!) to help out with one of them.

Blogger lets you change the date and time of your post if you want.

Merry Christmas!

-Amber

Today was the first time I've skipped a class all quarter! It's a beautiful day for such a thing too!

I realized today that I need to go get all my papers signed by the counsellors and then go take them to my other counsellor so that I can register. I'm sort of bummed though. I was planning on taking French 102 and just fun classes next quarter, but the only french class being offered is an hour earlier than the one I'm taking right now. Which would be just fine, because it has nothing to do with it being too early in the morning or anything, but I can't take a break from work that early. 9:30 is already hard enough!

But I'm not really too worried about it. How could anyone worry about such a thing on such a day!

It's SO perfect out! I'm actually wearing shorts! In February! Why? Because I CAN! And, because I was cleaning my car, and it's sooooo sunny and warm out! aah ha ha. I still have one more biology test to take. ONE MORE! And then I'm done! For this week! Anyway! But that's still something to look forward to! I wish it wasn't so sunny out. It would make it whole lot easier to study. I want to go take a walk, or a run, or just jump around or something! AAH! I can't contain my energy! I got so much sleep last night! Today has been great!

-becca

yeah, well, my clock is blank. I accidently unplugged it a moment ago and I haven't plugged it back in yet (no way!).

I don't really have anything particular to say, but it seems like I haven't posted anything for a while.

My favorite weekend of the year is coming up! I think this year it's March 11th-12th. The second weekend of March always seems to be the most beautiful weekend to me. I always look out to see if it will prove me wrong - it never has.

Aaah.

That's also the saturday I have to work in the morning.

That's also the saturday of Mozart in Venice, by the Seattle Baroque Orchestra, which I would love to go see. I don't know who to go with yet, though. The tickets are only cheap if you're a student (LIKE ME!). I guess I could find someone from my school. But I don't know that I know anyone from my school who would enjoy that sort of thing. I mean, I can't go to a performance of Mozart with someone who won't appreciate it!

hum.

I'm going to go brush my teeth.

They really need to be brushed.

AAAH, the past three days are all smushed together!

-becca

Just now, I noticed that my clock said it was 9:11. That being a significant number that I just happenly happened to notice, I mentioned it to Jessica: "Hey, it's 9:11!"

She promptly glanced at her clock and said, "Well, my clock says it's 9:10. Ha!"

I gave an appropriate "pfft" and for the next thirty seconds stared at her clock until it changed to 9:11 and then said "NUH UH!"

Sometimes I can be a brat.

-Amber

I'm not sure. It seemed a lot longer to me, too. But then, I guess I was up a few hours longer than you.

I don't know...you pretty much covered it all. Although, once I came home, I felt very inspired to read some books on sailing and related things.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

I really don't have anything to say.

I cleaned my room and went to work, and now I'm at home, and I should be doing schoolwork.

I brought home some yummy smelling soup.

I wrote a song.

I was reading old stuff I wrote and I almost thought of considering rewriting some of the ideas, but then I realized that I don't know enough about guns.

Or airplanes.

nevermind.


becca

Today was the best day ever!

becca called me at 10 and woke me up. An hour and a half later, we and Josh and Kaitie were on our way to go sailing in Edmonds with Gryphon! It was so fun! Really cold, and I felt sick pretty much the whole time which was weird because I've never gotten seasick. But it was reeeallly cold! The whole way back we blasted the heat.

Then, I went over to their house to watch a movie, and we were going to watch Brother Bear but Blockbuster had it not, so we got Better Off Dead. Mrs. M was really mad because it has inappropriate stuff in it, so we fastforwarded all the bad parts but she was still mad.

Then we were just hanging out and randomly decided to go to Dairy Queen, so we did, and Mr. M paid, and I got a strawberry milkshake and chunks of strawberry kept getting stuck in the straw (Kaitie said "That's why it's called a straw-berry" about fifty million and twenty times) and then Mr. M talked about how he wasn't sure about me when he first met me, but then I laughed once at a stupid joke he told, and from then on he knew I was okay.

The day seemed so much longer. Did I miss anything, becca?

I'm tired. Bye!

-Amber

I'm home! Till Sunday. Since I have time on my hands (yay! Relaxing is...wow. I think I had forgotten how.) I will now type about every little thing that's happened to me in the last day, no matter how boring.

Ahem.

Train! I thought I was getting picked up at 5:15 to leave for the train station where my train left at 6:15. At 5:30, the people supposed to pick me up hadn't and I couldn't reach them on their cell phone, I basically went to the cafeteria (it was dinner time) and announced that I really needed a ride to the train station. Someone was going to drive me, and she was getting directions, and then the other people called that they were here. By then I was convinced we wouldn't reach the station on time because of traffic. But we only hit one red light the whole way down (that's a miracle from God, by the way) and I basically got there just as they were announcing that the coach class could board. Then in the same two minutes I nearly lost both my cell phone and my driver's license, but both times someone else noticed that I'd dropped/left them, and given them back to me. God, again, was watching out for me.

Train - good, of course. I remembered to bring headphones. The movie was Ray. Halfway through I got bored because of all the women Ray was having sex with, I couldn't tell which was his wife. The plot got so confusing I just took off the headphones and read philosophy instead - that's how bored I was. Two kids started screaming. Luckily, that doesn't bother me. And the parents weren't stupid, which was nice. Kids misbehaving in public is one thing, parents not doing anything about it is another. I felt horrible for the parents, who were extremely embarrassed.

Minor things happened which were noticed by me but are truly impossible to make interesting.

Oh! Except for the one lady!

So, directly across from this aforementioned family of four, there was an older lady, sixtyish. She was the kind of person that notices everything. She had beady eyes. If you looked at her, she would be looking at you - that's how fast she noticed that you were looking at her.

The Family of Four went to get snacks. The lady was sitting, noticing everything, and frowning disapprovingly. The conductor (do they still call them that? Anyway, he looked just like a conductor) came by and said to her, "Could you please move over there?" and pointed to where the Family of Four had been sitting. She looked, and said, "But there's no one sitting over here where I am, so why can't I sit here?"

He said, "I have more people coming on the train at the next stop."

She said, "What?"

He repeated himself.

She said, "Can you wait till they" (meaning the family) "come back?"

He said "Look, this isn't your seat. You gotta move."

She said, "What?"

He repeated himself.

She said, "But mister! There's no one sitting here!"

He said, "you know what, never mind. If you have to move, I'll let you know."

She said "What?"

He walked away.

She saw me watching her immediately and said, "He didn't know I wasn't with that family!"

I smiled and nodded.

She said, "Are you going to Tacoma?"

I said, "No, Tukwila."

She said, "What?"

I practically yelled "Tukwila!" and the whole car looked at me and smiled sympathetically.

She said "Oh." and looked at me but I put on my headphones and waited for the movie to come on.

Later in the trip the conversation was repeated, with the whole Tukwila thing.

It wasn't that funny I guess.

This morning, I woke up at 8, had a really good breakfast of toast with REAL butter and necatrines without. Yum.

Melody wanted to use her Starbucks card on me, so we went to Starbucks. We stood deliberating over what we wanted. Not wanting to blow my sister's money, I decided to get the cheapest cup of coffee. She decided to get a pastry. When the time came to order, I thought she'd just order her pastry and let me order my coffee. So I was confused when I heard her say, "I'd like a cinnamon roll...and a cup of coffee."

The barista said the look on my face was wonderful. I was shocked that my eight year old sister was drinking coffee. Then Mel clarified, "I was just ordering for you!"

Haha. I clarified with "tall drip."

Interesting, isn't it, that you can't order simply "a cup of coffee" at Starbucks? You have to clarify a size, and usually they have more than one kind of "drip" coffee.

Went to the library and checked out "The Natural History of the Chicken," a PBS documentary. One of the funniest, weirdest videos about chickens ever. I figure to watch it once a year - this is, then, the second year.

Read "Toliver's Secret." A joy of having a significantly younger sibling, who is being homeschooled with the same curriculum you grew up with, is rereading all the great historical fiction kid's books that you read when you were younger but lost forever in Africa.

Read more philosophy. Four and a half more chapters, then I'm done with the book.

Where is becca? At work? At school? Should I call her cell? I'm hungry, I want lunch, goodbye,

-Amber

ha.

Yesterday was the weirdest day.

I'm happy today though! Really, I don't think I've stopped smiling once!

18/20 isn't bad, either.



HAPPY!

-becca

I don't understand. I'm ready to go sit somewhere and cry for an hour. Out of all the ways to spend my time right now, that may be the most constructive.

This morning started perfectly. Really, I couldn't ask for a better morning. I got the perfect amount of sleep, I actually ate breakfast, I even read my bible for a while! Tons of leisure time before I had to head off to school. And then what? Nothing, really. I was confident about my test, voice was fun as always, and it's sunny out. I've been happy all day. At least, until 2:30PM. What happened? I lost my keys. I've retraced all my steps at least a dozen times. I've asked every cashier on campus and I've pestered lost and found enough to make them almost start having some pity for me. I even had a safety guard dig through a garbage can. I've been directed and redirected from one personel to another. hum! I'm still here, 2 hours later. If only I had locked them in my car! Then I could just get the safety guys to pick the lock. But, no. I have no idea where I left them! Not in the least! hum...

Most of my schoolbooks are locked in my car, too.

Things like this happen. I can't say I'm particularly stressed. I mean, it'll all pass and yo, I'll get new keys, maybe someone will turn in mine, I'll get over it, life goes on. So, really, I'm not immensely worried about it. I'm just sorry that it happened at all. I've wasted time, and I've wasted other people's time. Now my mom has to leave work early to come pick me up. Although, I'm happy for that, because I've really been wanting to leave school for a while. I'm so tired of all the unfriendly concrete! The round abouts! The "thank you for keeping our campus beautiful" signs! Oh! And I can't forget all of the psychology 101 students asking me to fill out surveys!

AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

What a day.

I feel better now, though. I suppose just giving in and moping around has helped. I was getting tired of looking everywhere and not finding anything. Every time I've lost something like this, I've always found it immediately after. Not this time.

That's okay though, I've decided that it's not a big deal. It's irritating, because I have to get new car keys, new work keys, and a new key to the house. But, that's my own fault, and that's that.

I'm not sure. It was, obviously, highly irresponsible of me to lose my keys like that. But, in the big picture, will it matter? I'm sure from now on, I'll be much more attentive to that area. I mean, I never knew I should be before, because nothing negative had ever happened regarding where I kept my keys.

Maybe someone will turn them in, yet.

I wonder if they'll tow my car if I leave it here overnight. hmm.


I'm going to go find a place to sit and read. I'm so tired of this! I'm actually much happier now though. There's nothing to really be mad about. I've already stopped thinking about it.

woo! haha.

I think I'm going to go break into my car and get my books out. Then I'll make sure that my car won't get towed.


-becca

Hi! I'm not died. I am going through a rather odd-feeling time. Kind of...content, but sort of out of it. Antisocial. Suddenly getting mad if someone accidently touches me. I'm probably getting a migraine, feeling so weird. Oh well, at least if I can target it I can set it aside and forget about it.

What can I say that's interesting about my life...? Nothing. I don't really want to talk about my life...I don't really want to talk about anything! there's not really anything to talk about...hm. Why am I typing?

I'm going to type until I think of something to...type. Er, okay.

Oh!

I bought "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass." Lewis Carroll (caroll?) of course. I'd never read it. It's a good, fun read. I knew the storyline, of course, from seeing movies of it, and reading abbreviated versions of the story, but the real book seems like one big marvelous play on language. It's pretty fascinating sometimes. And the movies can't capture some of the little precious things in the book, the things that make the book so great. I haven't finished it yet, but it's fun to have something to do that holds my attention so completely.

I also bought Peter Pan (the book) and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. I have never actually read Peter Pan (like Alice's Adventures) though I know the storyline, again, so that's why I want to read it. Tom Sawyer I have read, and I recall not liking it very much, but I also recall thinking I'd like it if I had concentrated on it more. It was a cheap, nice copy. so I bought it.

My wrist is killing me. Bye!

-Amber

amber must've died. There is no other good reason for not posting anything on here. Well, maybe there is. Maybe there are. Hey, is the missions conference thing this week? Maybe she's at that all day. Or is that next week? Dates are the hardest thing for me to remember. Actually, I just never have one. ba boom cha.

I've run out of things to study! I have one hour until my next class and I don't know what to do in the mean time. I did all my french homework, I ran over my vocabulary words, I even practiced my sentence structures and reviewed the months and days of the week! I studied for my biology test, I studied for biblequizzing...I did my rhythm sheets fast. I don't think it's possible for me to study anymore. really. I don't. But, I don't know what else to do. Well, I suppose I ended up walking over to the computer and writing about how I don't know what to do.

It's sunny out again! The entire time I was at work yesterday, I was thinking about how I wanted to take a moderate-in-length walk along the trail by my house. Unfortunately, I didn't get out of work until 4:30, and it was already getting dark by the time I finally got home. Maybe I would've gotten done quicker if I hadn't been thinking about how pleasant my afternoon could be. Ah well. Maybe today! I'll get home be home by three, and it's a little warmer out today than it was yesterday.
Walks are always more enjoyable with company. But, I don't know many people who like to take spontaneously walks. At least, I don't know if many of the people I know like to go on spontaneous walks. Especially when I don't know how long they'll last.

Amber does, but she's not here. Amber could be stuck in some well out in the forest with two sprained ankles for all I know. I suppose that could be a good reason for not posting on here. Or maybe the fact that other people are waiting to use the computers and all I'm doing is writing about nothing when they probably have academic-type things to look up.

Okay.

I'm going to go, because someone just got in line. Ha, I'm going to be courteous!

Er.

-becca

Time to hear from becca!!!! ARE YOU READY?

Right now, it is the perfect outside weather! I love it when it's really sunny, but with a nice breeze to keep the temperature moderate. PERFECT.

I was inspired to play tennis with Katie. SO we did. And it was fun. I won! ha!

Kaitie and I always have the best conversations. Ah, I love my little sister!

On the way home from the tennis court, we were talking about fun things to do in the summer, and she mentioned going on a sail boat. Then we remembered a time when we were talking about the perfect engagement. We decided that mine would be on a sail boat in the puget sound. Well, really, I decided that to get a funny reaction from kaitie. It worked! She looked at me with that weird pigeon look she gets when she thinks something is stupid. I won. Sort of.

Actually, it was just the face she made that is so great about it...but now we have something ELSE to reference to and laugh like crazy about. "1000 points to laugh like crazy about!"

She went on to say, "you might never get to go sailing."

pfft. I'll show you.

SO, amber didn't mention anything about what she did while she was up here. She called me. But that's not all! She was two hours away. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! We had chow mein. BUT TH...I didn't really eat very much of it, because it really hasn't been long enough since I got sick from it. BUT THAT doesn't matter, because amber chowed down. GET IT? CHOWED! CHOW MEIN! Cow mein! aaah!

...


Then what did we do? We watched finding nemo and went for a walk. It was really cold, and I didn't have a coat, so we came back for one. It was still cold. Then I went to her house for twenty minutes. That was it. I don't even remember any of our conversations.


I don't have anything else to say...so I'll leave a joke!


What do you call a mexican with a rubber toe?

RubbERtoe!
(roberto)

agughgheooooh. Shame.

Actually, shameless. bwahaa!

-becca

For the curious, here's what God did for me last night.

In the midst of my depression/homesickness, I kept thinking and wondering how I would get through tomorrow (which is now today), then Sunday, then the school week, then another weekend, then another school week. I kept thinking, "Well, I guess this is one of the hardest lessons I've had to learn yet - how to cope when I don't feel like coping. Now I'll have to learn how to push through...but how hard it will be!" And so I pretty much did nothing all day except eat and cry and sleep. Finally, after four hours of wandering around last night, I decided to go talk to Amber Wilson, across the hall from me. I decided to go to her and tell her how I felt and maybe get some prayer, which might help - remember, I had been trying to pray all day and it just wouldn't work. So, I was talking to her about how I was just so homesick, and crying, and she was being nice and sympathetic and listening, which was really all I wanted. I just needed to talk to someone. And she invited me to stay the night in her room, because her roomie was also gone. So I said I would, and she said "I hope you won't mind, but my alarm's going off tomorrow morning at like 7 because my friend and I are going to Seattle around 8 for a baby shower." I said I didn't mind, and then said, "So, you're coming back Sunday?" and she said, "No, Saturday night." I said, "I live right by Seattle." She said, "I'll take you home!" And of course, I just started crying again...the stress of all that whole day was insane.

The thing was, if she had been spending the night up there, I wouldn't be able to go. I have to play piano for the church down here Sunday morning. So, the fact that she was coming back down Saturday night meant I could go up and come down in the same day!

There is no, no possible way to express how INSANELY happy I am! I mean, I don't feel energetic-joyous yet, I'm still crying. It's been two of those days. I'm just so, so, so so so so amazed at God. Why would he do this for me? Why? I was being a whiner all day yesterday, and lazy. I moped around doing absolutely nothing. I was so sad I couldn't pray. I felt like God didn't exist and I told him that to his face. I completely despaired of being happy at all (at least for the next two weeks). And do you know what he did? He completely gave me this wonderful answer to my grieving! I didn't ask him for it - I couldn't have ever imagined that I would be able to find someone driving all the way up to Seattle and all the way back down in a single Saturday. As Amber W said when I was talking about how I couldn't believe God had done this for me, she just said, "Well, he loves you, you know." Sometimes I really forget that. I think of Him as a God that wants me to learn my lessons. Like "The Lord disciplines those he loves." I thought His love was a "tough love," not an indulgent love.

So I was thinking, why did God give me what I wanted? This way, I didn't learn how to cope with depression for two weeks!

Hello, Amber. It's not my decision what lessons I learn. And do I have to question that God did this for me because he loves me?

This is so completely random. I could go on and on and on about how good God is to me today.

-Amber

So, becca called me after my whole "waa, I'm depressed" thing, and that made me feel somewhat better of course. Then I went to class, ate, bought a lot of chocolate and ate it and moped around until my roommate left around 2:30. Then I fell asleep and woke up to the phone ringing at 6:20. I was supposed to find two guys to help an old couple from my church move some furniture items by tomorrow at noon. Ran to dinner so I wouldn't be late. Happened to sit by Danny and (I think his name is) Eric. They said they'd do it. Yay!

Went back to my room, moped. Roamed around the dorm, went to the cafe (closed) and the library (closed) and the prayer chapel. Played some out of key hymns. Tried to pray. Went back to room.

I basically feel awful. I wish I could pray. I keep trying to, and it doesn't work. And yes, it feels like God isn't there.

I know there have been other times I've felt like God isn't here. None of them have been as severe as this. But the thing is, when I had those other times when I felt like there was steel around me so nobody could really hear or understand me because I was in a bubble - when I had those times when I could pray before, God always popped out the next morning or sometimes the next week and I always grew as a result of that. It got so I could know that He was there based on my past experience. That's what it's like now. I refuse to deceive myself. Right now, it feels like God doesn't exist. It feels like I will never be happy again. It would be so simple to detach myself from this world. Simple, not easy. Don't worry, I'm not contemplating suicide. It just seems like a nice option.

LATER:

In the twenty minutes since I wrote that, God has been soooooo good to me! He always does that! Right when I'm at my lowest! Wow!

I'll expound later.

-Amber

becca:AM I BORING!?
Kaitie: yes, you are. you are soooooooo exasperating!!!!!
becca:put boring in there somewhere
Kaitie: And boring!!!! you are the most boring person in the world, becca


Doing something fun would be nice. It doesn't seem like I've gone out of my way - or like anyone else has asked me - to do something fun in a while. But what? I used to be good at coming up with things to do. I always knew what cheap, entertaining things were going on in the area, and if nothing was going on, I could make up something!

According to coughuncoughpopular belief, I'm boring. Could it be so? Just think about how boring I am! I eat salad for lunch, I drive a beige car with an automatic transmission, I do my homework on time, I drink tea in the morning without milk or sugar, my room is completely organzied into boxes and accordian folder portfolios, and I read science articles and go around telling people and relating things to random chemistry facts. Come now! What's all this? Get a life becca!

I guess I'm not really trying very hard to think of something to do. hmm. Any ideas?

People should not talk with food in their mouth. Period. It's gross. In fact, some people shouldn't open their mouths at all...like me! boring! pah!


ha.

what am I laughing about?

-becca

p.s.
Kaitie:
becca you are soooo nice and totally not boring at all!

BUT, I still don't know what to do tonight.

I. Want. To. Go. Home.

There is no way I can wait two weeks!

I either want to go home RIGHT NOW or stay in bed and cry until it's time to go.

Does homesickness count as an illness to be excused from classes for?

I'm skipping chapel. It's 10:23. Chapel is from 10-11. I get five skips a semester. I never skip chapel for stupid reasons like this.

I rarely feel depressed, but this is one of those rare times.

I want my mom!

-Amber

SO, you are coming back! 13 days...what day is that? Is that a thursday? Thursday the...17th? I don't even know what the day is today. Wait, how could that be a thursday? Isn't it a friday today? Wait...maybe that is a thursday. gaah. hey. I didn't capitalize any of those days, save the one I started a sentence with. HEY. That's exciting! Not that I didn't capitalize the letters, but that you're coming back! We'll do something really fun! I'm assuming you'll be here on a saturday. REALLY fun. I'll think of something. And then I'll tell you...when I think of it. Is that the weekend of the quiz meet? I hope not. You never called me yesterday. But I never called you. I didn't get the memo until today though. I guess yesterday was kind of busy anyway. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? Today isn't!

I am absolutely determined to have a wonderful day today. So far, it's working, but then again, I've only been up for an hour or two.

I don't have to go to school today! I'm going to go study though. Then I can do things like play music and dare I say it? Read! wow. What a luxury!

-becca

I really, really want to go home. I will in...13 days (I even already bought my train ticket and arranged a ride to the train station!) but now any little thing that reminds me that there are, indeed, people that I love who are not with me at the moment - makes me just sad. I'm pining!

I used to always identify that word with "cabin fever." For one thing, in my mind a "cabin" is "a cozy structure made of wood." Pine, then, makes me think of wood. And also, cabins tend to be in the woods. Pine trees! So, I always think of the cabin my dad's half of the family used to own. It was lovely! There was a river right by it and we'd build bridges across it using fallen tree trunks and rocks. You could never tell when it was going to be flooded and the geography of the area was always changing. There were little random berry bushes, Oregon grape leaves, lots of bees in the summer, a certain place where you could jump into the mud and sink to your knees if you happened to be seven and you could pretend you were in sinking sand. There was a place you could climb above the stairs inside the cabin and it was a test of bravery to see how far out you could go. There were king size beds to jump on, luxurious pillows to whack people with, and a typical cabin caved ceiling. I love those.

They sold it, for good reasons, and it's good that they did because at that time our family needed the money from it. But all of us cousins were pretty sad because most of us grew up either living there for some period of time, or at least visiting several times a year.

I ought to be working on a paper now. I kind of already decided to turn it in one day late and get five points taken off - I didn't have time to work on it pretty much at all this last week, and my prof says, "I'd rather have you turn in a good paper late and get five points off than turn in a bad paper on time and get twenty points off." So, it would be due in two hours (but I have chapel for one of those hours) except I already made up my mind to work on it over the weekend and turn it in Monday. Even so, I ought to be working on it.

So far, I have not felt the effects of dropping my workload at all. I get more sleep, generally, because my earliest class any day is 9 now. But I still always have things to do, that just keep piling up. I still feel pretty overwhelmed. This weekend, I hope to get a lot done. Woohoo.

I want to go home. Did I mention that? I do!

I was thinking about the Edgar boys. I love them! I miss them!

And becca - the blanket she made for me has a hole in it and I don't want to figure out if it's fixable so I'm just going to make her deal with it. But the hole makes me think of...the hole in my heart...the hole I have because she's not here! And nobody's here! They're all up in Washington having a fun time!

Why did I ever think I would be able to stand living in Portland over the summer? Bleah! I want to quit school and go home forever!

-Amber

failure has to be one of the worst feelings.

hum.


On a happier note, I got a new car! It runs! Well, rolls. And, vehix.com doesn't have any information about how safe passive restraining harnesses really are.

I was just listening to my solo, "Danza, Danza Fanciulla / Solfeggio," sung by my instructor, of course.

The tape I gave him to record had all this random loud rock music on it, and it was funny to hear it go from italian opera to distorted guitars and stuff.

bwah!

-becca