friskin

I love it when everything falls into place like this.

Treats me like a student... yuck.

I've been calling places in search of a job (either paid or not) to help round out my busy schedule. Called some music stores... not hiring. But! Then I noticed the museums (they come right before "music" in the yellow pages) and inquired here about volunteering. Hoorah! Fun times ahead for Becky, if they ever call me back...

Dream: To cheer me up, my mother gives me a lobster (by lobster I mean big, creepy looking thing) as a pet. At first it is in its own container, but I read the instruction manual and it says never to put the lobster in a plastic bag, and then i realize it is in a plastic bag. Sooo I cut some holes in the bag, and the thing starts ripping it, and it gets away. It stuttles around for a while, terrorizing and pinching me and being creepy.. After a struggle, I manage to shut it outside, but then my mom opens the door and lets it back in..

I have joined the sadistic masses.. I am sorry to say that I just watched an entire episode of American Idol.

*hangs head in shame*

Insomnia last night.

Singing this morning.

Wizard of Oz this afternoon, with Dark Side of the Moon. Heh.. I had to keep messing with it, though, since both the video and the cd are bootlegs. Ohh man am I bored..

People like my hair. I like girl scout cookies.

Dream: I am in a city (New York? Ocean City?) on vacation with my family. I leave the hotel and walk a few blocks. There are carnivalish establishments on one side of the streets and more hotels on the other. I get lost... Eventually I go into one of the hotels and find Diane (this person actually kept changing as time went on) who was going to help me get back. Looking through the phone book I remembered that the hotel's name began with an "O" and from there I was able to find the address.

When I get back, my sister and I have to prepare for our weddings. She already had a white dress on and I was instructed to go to my room and put on my dress (which turned out to be my red homecoming one). Part way through getting ready it occured to me that I should not be getting married because I'm only sixteen and I'd be the only one in my school wearing a wedding band and how strange it is that my parents should want me to married at such a young age...

Okay folks, I'm sick of not being cool with a weblog. Thus, I am attempting yet again to create and tend to my very own online journal. Oh dear.