Wednesday, November 24, 1999

Do daht, do be do dit, do daht, do be do dit, daht do dah do dit.... sometimes you just feel like scatting, ya know? That was from this neat little ditty we're singing in choir. All Christmasy and happy, it's good.

Lately I've been very boring. My life has consisted of attending friend's performances, busting my butt to get homework done by seven, watching my shows at seven, working on my school's website until four, going to sleep, waking up and working on the website from 7:30 to 8:00, then working on it from 12:22 to 1:13. I think I'm a closet loser. Hopefully it's only temporary.

Hey- Erin has this site, I'm not sure what's going on there, and I'm not entirely positive how finished it all is, but in her quest to make her counter say something other than 4, I would appreciate it if you would be kind enough to go visit her- Sweeney's Notebook
*do not track her down and kill her, though. k?<
** Leave a message for her too, cuz she doesn't have one up yet. k?
***On second thought, never mind.
****On third thought, go to her site, but bug her (don't kill her, though) to write something, and remember me.

Ha. I don't know what to write. I've been this way for a while. A few days ago I was looking back at my journal and re-reading some of the more interesting entries, and I thought to myself "Why don't you do this anymore?" 'Cause writing and pouring out your feelings is so much fun, and it gets rid of the stress like that (imagine that I just snapped my fingers in your face). When you can translate everything in your heart into the English language, it makes it so much easier to deal with and let go. I find that when I write something out, I can analyze the true reasons for it's existence, and then feel better about it. For example, anger at someone can be resolved in two to four pages. And the fact that I've had this one case of pent up anger is probably because I've completely neglected my writing. Yeah.

I've got to get to college. It seems like exactly what I want right now. Not that high school hasn't been the bowl of cherries I was looking forward to, of course.

Some riddles:
Think of words ending in -gry. One is angry, one is hungry. There are three words in the English language. What's the third word. It's something people use every day, and if you've been reading carefully, you'll know I've already said it.
Which U.S. state is the most nothern? eastern? western?
There are three words in the English language that begin with 'dw'. What are they?

Answers will be later.

I went driving for the first time today. I didn't especially care for the idea of being in control of such a large machine that has the capability of killing people. I was scared, but thrilled at the same time. The first time I got behind the wheel, I had to stop as soon as I started idling, because the concept of it all just freaked me too much. The next time I was alright, though. Thank God for forest preserve parking lots. I went back and forth in one three times. When we were done, my dad summed up the experience with "Well, you're going to need a lot more work than you're brother, that's for sure." Thanks, Daddio.

More on forest preserve parking lots: We were out there at noon, and there were a bunch of people just sitting in the cars. What's up with that? I can understand going there to fly a kite, take your dog for a walk, or possibly go for a bike ride, but they were literally just sitting there. I had the urge to knock on their window and question them. You never know, perhaps I'm missing something.

My big enjoyment this week was when one of my teachers assigned a two-day activity that required half the class to use computers each day, and everyone to complete a homework assignment in a workbook. The second day the class was forbidden to touch the computers, and the workbook is one we don't have. It's all due Monday, but somehow that just doesn't matter. I love it.

Coolsigs wants to know: Where in the nursery rhyme does it say Humpty Dumpty was an egg?

If you don't want to know the answers to the riddles, stop reading now.


That space was there to give you time to make up your mind. Are you sure, really? You just want to give up like that? C'mon, I'm sure you could get them if you thought about it for another minute or so. You really want me to say? Ya sure? Okay....

For the first one, the answer is language. I know, it pissed me off too. I spent three weeks thinking about it. I asked my friends what the third word ending in -gry was. This was the subject of many a lunch-time conversation. When I finally was told the answer, I was devastated. It was an all-around groan.

The second answer is Alaska, Alaska, Alaska. The north part is easy, but then the Alaskan islands are so far east that they're west. I like that one. Thanks should go to Willie from TGIFridays for it.

Dwarf, dwindle, and dwell.

I'm going to see the Indigo Girls next Sunday, so I think a ditty from them should be mentioned here, don't'cha think. So, from they're new one- Come on Now Social, I believe it's called, we have "Go, Go, Go": Feed the fire, Fan the flame, I know you kids can stand the rain, I know the kids are still upsetters, 'Cause the rock is cool but the struggle is better, Go Go Go / Raise your hands, Raise your hands high, Don't take a seat, Don't stand aside, This time don't assume anything, Just Go Go Go / Did they tell you it was set in stone, That you'd end up alone, Use your years to psyche you out, You're too old to care, You're too young to count... This time, don't assume anything, just go go go