tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54776792011-04-21T20:49:16.168-04:00Where the Wild Things AreBethanynoreply@blogger.comBlogger5381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1096507489675791082004-09-29T21:21:00.000-04:002004-10-03T01:27:24.816-04:00I'm not getting involved with this anymore.
After over sixteen months, there are better things to occupy my time.
Goodbye, blog. Goodbye, bludgerbabe. Let only the archives and stripes remain.
Perhaps someday we'll meet again.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1096498031191602522004-09-29T18:47:00.000-04:002004-09-29T21:27:20.783-04:00The worst part about growing older is that we become more easily angry at one another. We lose our etiquette, or rather, or ability to relate to other people. I ask you not to block out what may enhance your mind and ideologies.
The main detriment of human nature is our failure to listen to the opinions of others.
Just open up your eyes
And give me love over
Love over
Love over this
--Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1096157272559505452004-09-25T19:16:00.000-04:002004-09-26T00:08:55.640-04:00You and I, our lives are lived in the photographs. We were originally in one picture, and now we are entire albums apart. If someone were to wrap the negatives around the walls of a warehouse, we would be the end pieces.
But eventually, wouldn't we meet again?
Photographs are a tricky business. Some individuals are such addicts--hauling cameras to every dance, date, mall trip--that I often Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1095899227017640502004-09-22T20:27:00.000-04:002004-09-22T20:27:07.016-04:00So, I've been sworn to secrecy about the prom theme until Monday at 12:30, but provide this as a clue:
Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1095813741950203022004-09-21T20:30:00.000-04:002004-09-21T20:42:21.950-04:00Check here tomorrow for an announcement concerning the theme for next year's prom.
So my computer comes down with the technological equivalent of meningitis, and contracts fourteen viruses, hence the absence of blogging.
"I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear."
--Lullaby
On the other hand, I have been getting sufficiently moreBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1095369342099698742004-09-16T17:05:00.000-04:002004-09-16T17:25:17.893-04:00
Seeing three versions of Romeo and Juliet in less than twenty four hours leaves me broken and empty. I did an independent study on the play in eighth grade, but didn't really understand the emotional prowess it contains until this afternoon.
Ah, Love.
The dilapidatory parade
Of wild eyes and loose jaws
Without manners or circumference.
Life quite isn't the same without it.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1095208552413073612004-09-14T20:35:00.000-04:002004-09-14T20:47:04.080-04:00The highlight of my day has been trying on a dress which will be my costume for an upcoming production. It was frilly, white with pink stripes, with yards of lace and ribbon reminiscent of a Victorian tea party. Coupled with bare feet and the wig of a whore, the juxaposition was stunning.
After school, Bekka and I stopped by Kroger and bought two very important items: a small pumpkin, pencils Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1094963346618819662004-09-12T01:20:00.000-04:002004-09-12T00:33:54.386-04:00A Story
My name is Peter Jamie Eric Lind (I have 3 ferist names.). I a'm at school. The year is 1960. Oneday a new girl came to the class. She looked just like Captain Janway (I'm a fan of Star Treak Voyager). Class theis is Bethany. said the teacher Mrs.white. She must be prittiest gril in the Sixeth grade and just think she's in my class. Amber blinked her eyes at me. She thinks she's prittieBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1094772234814729032004-09-09T19:23:00.000-04:002004-09-09T19:27:23.086-04:00Consciousness
Bashful broken battered bombastic boisterious beautiful
Clearly cannot choose the regrets seeping in like an early grey
And nevertheless droplets fall turning clips
they bring paper together
Sneak previews for echelon with remorse
Into rust without rain
Not ready to run without an umbrella
She calls him at night so that he won't cry
Aloe on the chapped skin dry mouth without Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1094605092043594982004-09-07T20:58:00.000-04:002004-09-07T20:58:12.043-04:00In continuing with my temporary Scarlet Letter craze, Today's Bizarre Google search of the day is Chillingworth:
Notice the erm, demonic muse on the left side of this poor Hawaiian's head. Suspicious.
Thanks to Das Blog for the idea.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1094159555228322682004-09-02T17:05:00.000-04:002004-09-02T18:09:13.306-04:00Why the long face, Mister Sunshine?
Can't you handle a a little rain?
Spontaneity is the key to life as we know it. People can affix Post-It notes to every solid surface and schedule their lives, but is it actually ever satisfying? As we all grow old, I believe we will find that the most pivotal moments of our existence--rather, the times when we feel most alive--were never expected. Sometimes Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1094007036814753232004-08-31T22:31:00.000-04:002004-08-31T23:20:32.766-04:00The Scarlet Letter is tinkering with my brain.
My words are unforseen and invisible in the vacant recesses of my mind. The time has come for them to suddenly spring forth after such a period of repentence and reckoning that now the anticipation of executing such deeds cramps my stomach. From a neutral mood, I play with feelings, testing each one out in tense boredom. There is anger; it is Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093829571320589292004-08-29T21:32:00.000-04:002004-08-29T21:39:14.690-04:00It seems in the commissioning of Michael Phelps as a pop icon, fans have forgotten another extremely talented USA Olympic swimmer. Aaron Piersol, the 21 year old University of Texas student whose heart lies in the California surf, completely swept all backstroke medals, winning gold in the 200M, 100M, and 4x100M Medley Relay. Among other achievements, at the age of fifteen, Aaron was the youngestBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093753331069555462004-08-29T00:02:00.000-04:002004-08-29T00:22:11.070-04:00After watching "The Shining" with six other teenage girls late at night, troubles regarding the lovely field of automobiles have been completely forgotten. "The Shining" is such a psychological thriller; I love it--even though I closed my wimpy eyes for half the film. Afterwards, because of reasons unknown (maybe it was the sushi and chocolate dinner), I couldn't fall asleep. About 2:30 AM, my Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093641515674306592004-08-27T17:17:00.000-04:002004-08-27T17:22:07.513-04:00There must carry some sort of invisible bad-luck talisman in my pocket when it comes to automobiles.
Not in recent memory have I been so utterly unable to understand the motives behind people's actions.
I am listening to my father red-faced and shouting about the woman who was supposed to sell us a car at 4:30 today. Last Sunday, we called her to make an test-drive appointment less than an hourBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093491165007629362004-08-25T23:26:00.000-04:002004-08-25T23:37:28.230-04:00Here's a nice contest. Anyone who can tell me the name and (AND!) a fact about the person pictured below (in the center of the picture) gets a prize. You won't want to miss the prize either. It will make you raise the roof in jubilation.
Hint: His birthday is July 5 AND I've mentioned him before (thought not necessarily on this website).Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093208942042257562004-08-22T17:09:00.000-04:002004-08-23T18:47:46.543-04:00A personal post of the utmost degree
There has been no homework completed to date, save the first coat of paint on a cardboard stage.
In the depths of procrastination, I ended up reading the archives on the blog of another person, it was almost like watching them grow up all over again.
In some ways I am still a child. Because of my height, I still receive the obligatory coloring pages and Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1093200093189349432004-08-22T14:41:00.000-04:002004-08-22T14:47:24.640-04:00
Eighteen Ways to Spend Three Days (A not-so-comprehensive plan):
--Steal lollipops from a Chinese buffet
--Fall asleep listening to choral music in someone else's bed
--Run around the pattern on the rug as fast as you can
--Brainstorm unconventional uses for bath salts--car air fresheners, anyone?
--Paint a stage many colors
--Learn the fine art of "dipping it low"
--Sleep all afternoon
--Eat Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092957180097055902004-08-19T19:13:00.000-04:002004-08-19T19:21:28.640-04:0025,000 hits!
The obligatory contemplative Willy Wonka photo.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092702258972075242004-08-16T20:14:00.000-04:002004-08-16T20:24:18.973-04:00Putting things in perspective...
So apparently, 3 APs, Latin III/IV, piano, prom committee, YLA co chairing, SLA co chairing, drama club, ITS, musical theatre club, class presidenting, model UN, Scrabble club, classical socity, choir, theatre, bass, voice, in addition to volunteering/working with Janet Cowell, Raleigh Family Health Care, Raleigh Little Theatre, Kingswood Hispanic Ministry, and Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092684114412966182004-08-16T15:15:00.000-04:002004-08-16T15:28:20.503-04:00
It appears that Michael Phelp's quest to win seven gold medals is over, after a third place finish to Ian Thorpe in the men's 200M freestyle final. Also of note is Pieter van den Hoogenband, known as the "Flying Dutchman". In comparison to Hoogenband and Ian Thorpe, the "Thorpedo", perhaps the reason Phelps didn't win is because he simply doesn't have a catchy nickname.
Any ideas for Phelp's Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092451364868540302004-08-13T22:42:00.000-04:002004-08-13T23:52:14.293-04:00
The Olympic opening ceremonies tonight were amazing, containing everything from live statue representations of Grecian gods to lovers frolicking and rolling in a reflecting pool. Quite a show. From tonight's performances, the games promise certainly to be entertaining, particuarly the swimming competitions. Since an early age I have been uncomfortable around the water, a trait that inversely Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092255127277303512004-08-11T16:12:00.000-04:002004-08-11T16:12:07.276-04:00
Remember when we could go barefoot to school?
Those were the days.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092169015649524112004-08-10T16:16:00.000-04:002004-08-10T16:36:36.896-04:00The first day of school is typically the most unpredictable of the year. No matter how hard we all try, fate manages to throw in some extra surprises that could either enhance or disrupt our experience--both within the classroom and out.
I awoke almost half an hour late, and hurridly put myself together (no mirror included) before quickly driving two miles on my way to Third Place. At that pointBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1092093416427892702004-08-09T19:16:00.000-04:002004-08-09T19:16:56.426-04:00So after performing a bit more research, it seems that one company claims that "ligers" really exist.
"Long ago, outside the old city of Singapore, which was considered to be the city of Lions, there was reported to be giant brown beasts. This was before the Asiatic lion was reduced to such low numbers that their are now less than 200 left in the Gir forest. This huge animal might just be an Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091928509671095042004-08-07T21:28:00.000-04:002004-08-07T21:28:29.670-04:00I just finished writing eight paragraphs about the changing of social relationships throughout the year. It was excellent. Then, in customary computer fashion, it was all erased. Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091926658084055852004-08-07T20:57:00.000-04:002004-08-07T20:57:38.083-04:00"It's a liger. It's like my favorite animal. It's a cross between a lion and a tiger with magical powers"
Napoleon Dynamite--Definitely the best movie ever.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091652981302381392004-08-04T16:56:00.000-04:002004-08-04T16:56:21.303-04:00Vermont at Sunset
The not-so-spiffy computer has been acting up recently, and in turn has deleted a large amount of blog posts. Nevertheless, here's a lovely picture which I took last week.
I have been hanging out with adults all summer...it makes me feel different. I'm nervous that I have changed and cannot relate to my peers anymore. It's an odd phase, indeed.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091421237111077272004-08-02T00:33:00.000-04:002004-08-02T00:33:57.110-04:00"If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair."
- Samuel JohnsonBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091417382770528192004-08-01T23:13:00.000-04:002004-08-01T23:29:42.770-04:00Quite a Tangent
Love--what some individuals would say is the most powerful feeling within the human enotional spectrum. It is what by nature we are trained to find, and consequently spend our lives searching for it. Yet love isn't terribly difficult to discover once one has accepted its occurance.
Today, many individuals insist on damaging others purely as a strategic move, a egotistical Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1091239086996639532004-07-30T21:58:00.000-04:002004-07-30T22:22:44.226-04:00After more than eight and a half hours spent around airports today there is quite nothing more to say. Luckily, I'm not sick in the least anymore, but the return home was like a smack in the face.
A great deal has happened recently--AP test scores, personal inhibitions, and the like--that has significantly lowered my self esteem. I have put a great effort into several incredibly mindless Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090891978661269262004-07-26T21:26:00.000-04:002004-07-26T21:32:58.663-04:00I apologize in advance for the unorganization of the following post. Blame the fever.
So I'm sitting at the business office's computer in the Residence Inn Montreal, running a high fever. Our apartment which we booked in advance turned out to be in the Montreal ghetto--definitely saw some illegal activities RIGHT next to the car I was resting in--so we hurridly checked into the closest downtown Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090619760242947862004-07-23T17:45:00.000-04:002004-07-23T17:56:00.243-04:00Ah! Je suis in Quèbec, ou c'est très difficile. Prèmier, je ne sais pas comment ècier en la computer, parce que tout à la characters en la Français. Tout ici en Français, et je comprends un peur. J'oublier la plupart, et le grammer c'est horrible.
Le sigh.
Oh well.
Basically everything is in French here. I am taking lots of pictures and miss people. There is a great deal of culture shock here Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090463863425663222004-07-21T22:37:00.000-04:002004-07-21T22:37:43.426-04:00Well, it's that time of year, folks, and the family has given the green light to a vacation. I'll be residing in Vermont (the land of Howard Dean), Montréal, and Québec City for the next few days. However, I will have Internet access throughout my trip. Therefore:
--Keep checking the blog; you never know what you might find.
--Feel free to Email Me! I will definitely be checking throughout my Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090446421833430452004-07-21T17:47:00.000-04:002004-07-21T17:50:31.796-04:00
For years, individuals have been remarking about the decline of civilization from reality television programs. As a country united, America has already seen ugly people become beautiful, beautiful people become married, and married people travel around the world with both ugly and beautiful people. That being said, it seemed as though reality TV couldn't possibly get any worse...until UPN Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090366604250278612004-07-20T19:36:00.000-04:002004-07-20T19:36:44.250-04:00I'm rather critical of the Star Spangles, a New-York based indie band that gives significant nods to the classic garage band rock scene. This band has catchy melodies, a rather large bit of raw talent, and an honest-to-goodness enthusiasm for their music. The only problem with this band is that they sound like everything else out there right now--you could put the Vines and the Strokes together Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090363971168040722004-07-20T18:48:00.000-04:002004-07-20T18:56:18.620-04:00You know, when you do a Google images search for the word "vote", this comes up:
I really hope that everyone went and voted today; the polls are still open until 7:30 for any last minute voters. Anyway, I woke up at 6:30 and headed on over to the polling places, working with Janet Cowell herself to try and capture the swing vote of many various senior citizens. It's been quite a long day, but Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090294076526766702004-07-19T23:27:00.000-04:002004-07-19T23:27:56.526-04:00Naked electrical wires? Hmmm. Apparently, an Indian holy man zaps himself daily with electricity in order to get a "kick".
"It's reported he brushed against a live wire sometime ago and found the sensation to be so good he can no longer do without his daily dose.
...
"Dr Amit Chaturvedi of the Lalitpur Civil Hospital said: 'The human body can absorb currents up to 12 volts. In this case howeverBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090117822586376242004-07-17T22:30:00.000-04:002004-07-17T22:30:22.586-04:00She climbed upstairs, disoriented in the steps of her own household. The banister had become well worn by this time with the grease of many hands, but she payed no mind. She felt the hardwood floors but did not recognize them as hers. She reached the landing and treaded to the adjacent bathroom, her footprints barely leaving marks on the freshly vacuumed carpet. Downstairs, a poignant scene Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090102595103901142004-07-17T18:16:00.000-04:002004-07-17T18:18:10.106-04:00Finally finished Environmental Science!
Watch as I smite the hydrosphere, geosphere, atmosphere, and biosphere of the earth while becoming a first-rate environmental steward that understand the delicate balance of biodiversity throughout our planet!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggg!
Tremble in the presence of the conqueror, the one who just finished of 6 weeks of massive assignments, labs, tests, and Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1090029650635471702004-07-16T22:00:00.000-04:002004-07-16T22:00:50.636-04:00
Ah, but isn't everyone?
Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089915934049343552004-07-15T14:25:00.000-04:002004-07-17T01:17:11.760-04:00It's an okay picture.
Got my driver's license!
Yeah yeah yeah!
We went to Capital Boulevard yesterday and waited for half an hour (I had forgotten to bring any reading material, so it was quite boring), but then Dear Mum had an appointment so we left. So today, we tried the Garner DMV. I waited for approximately forty minutes, and practiced my French in the waiting room. Finally, a large Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089822501341806292004-07-14T12:28:00.000-04:002004-07-14T12:28:21.340-04:00The NY Daily News has an interesting article about the change in viewpoints that music has made since the War in Iraq began. Among other things, the article states, "...Sean Ross of Edison Media Research says that over the last 15 months, songs addressing the Iraqi war on the radio have shifted dramatically from endorsing it to questioning it." Apparently, even country music has switched over on Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089759660201738512004-07-13T19:01:00.000-04:002004-07-13T19:01:00.200-04:00Well, I'm back. And I was going to post pictures of my rainbow-colored bruised-up gross-looking knees, but decided for the safety and stomachs of these readers that they were not suitable content for this site. Ewww.
Ah yes, Pennsylvania was quite an experience, especially my Granny's down-home cooking. These tasty dishes included cranberry-apricot-banana-scrambled eggs bread, baked "stir-fry" Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089565419535353762004-07-11T13:03:00.000-04:002004-07-11T13:04:32.366-04:00So far, the lovely highways and woodlands of Pennsylvania have been quite eventful. Madeline and I will attempt to recount some of our trip experiences thus far for your reading pleasure:
Hersheypark—We rode all eight (8!) of the roller coasters offered at the park, including the newest attraction, STORM RUNNER. Powered by a complicated system of hydraulics, this bright red speed demon would Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089260620571484902004-07-08T00:23:00.000-04:002004-07-08T00:30:21.836-04:00
For the next week, I shall be in Pennsylvania with Madeline, mommy, and my nine year old brother. We are visiting the land of chocolate. Don't worry, I'm still completing homework every day--thus still posting. Perhaps a park escapade or two will eventually be seen here in the near or distant future.
Flock to this site like Mr.Slugworth to an everlasting gobstopper.
Maybe in Pennsylvania I Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089242817835895702004-07-07T19:26:00.000-04:002004-07-07T19:29:51.343-04:00
Nate has presented a lovely account of the office life--although he failed to mention that the other "co-worker" had an obsession with calling his friends, going on the Internet, and attempting to download sound files about erm, sexual subjects onto Bekka's mother's computer. Not exactly proper etiquette, eh?
Today was definitely the best day at the office, though. Nate and I decided tune into Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1089161661091369942004-07-06T20:54:00.000-04:002004-07-06T20:54:21.090-04:00I may be a neophyte when it comes to learning fun vocabulary, but a Livejournal Community called "badassvocab" constantly posts new and pulchridious words for your viewing (and learning) pleasure! This site could make your words abstruse, or people may revel in your voluble synergies of esquipedalian phrases. You could even take on some pedantic tendencies! It may be a pleonasm, but I think manyBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088906691712988162004-07-03T22:04:00.000-04:002004-07-03T22:04:51.713-04:00Happy Fourth of July!
The new car-about-town, just in time for the summer holidays.
The interior is hot, too!
You have to push a button to start it...there is no key, only a small rectangular box that you insert. It's reminiscent of the Sci-Fi channel.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088819271086896102004-07-02T21:47:00.000-04:002004-07-02T21:47:51.086-04:001924-2004
Marlon Brando once owned a dachshund.
During this time in his life, he was bright, chipper, and very handsome.
Later in his life, Marlon became quite large, but was still considered one of the greatest actors of the twentieth century.
Unfortunately his dachshund and the Marlon Brando we know and love have since both died. The Kansas City Star puts it best:
"By the time Marlon Brando Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088799767396621242004-07-02T15:55:00.000-04:002004-07-02T16:22:47.396-04:0024
To Do Between Midnight Last Night....and Midnight Tonight:
--Arrive home soaking wet from Millbrook party
--Sleep for 5 hours
--Wake up at 6:30
--Walk the dog, feed the dog and cat
--Work at the office for 4 1/2 hours, filing charts
--Write three paragraphs for YLA Co-Chair application
--Write two papers for environmental science
--Create and draft a bill concerning tax credits for hybrid Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088565733755397392004-06-29T23:06:00.000-04:002004-06-29T23:37:50.886-04:00I just watched Fahrenheit 9/11, and immediately wanted to start some sort of organization to make everyone in America see it. Although it blatantly mocked the politicians, the movie took great lengths to inform the viewer about the services that US soldiers perform for this country. That portion alone was quite powerful.
It made me cry for the first time in a long, long while.
Meanwhile, USA Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088394540480106362004-06-27T23:49:00.000-04:002004-06-28T18:07:28.636-04:00ATTENTION! If you DARE spend any more than $2.32 on a movie known to some as The Notebook, there is no hope for your soul. Oh mannnnn. Here's my personal review.
The movie begins with a random guy (apparently it's Ryan Gosling, althought it looks like his head is shaved) rowing across a river at sunset. Well, actually before that, there are opening credits--white letters on a black screen. No Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088318195517821022004-06-27T02:36:00.000-04:002004-06-27T12:30:51.536-04:00Photoshop can be a bit creepy at times.
It started out as my school pictures...it became a photo beast.
Actually it looks like one of those magic eye things.
What do you see?
Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088288733750722962004-06-26T18:18:00.000-04:002004-06-26T18:25:33.750-04:00Our Little Secret
A true story
“Hi, is Bill there?” I asked politely. Hannah tried to control her giddy laughter.
“Sure. Hold on,” a female voice replied. We giggled, responding to nothing but the rush of our adrenaline.
“Hello?” Bill picked up the phone. We froze, but I recovered quickly.
“Hi Bill. This is…uh…Ashley, from school,” I lied, “and well, one of my best friends has a REALLY huge Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088214887692486902004-06-25T21:40:00.000-04:002004-06-25T21:54:47.693-04:00Lessons.
youknowwho417: would you care to know how to pimp?
BelialMan69: hahaha
BelialMan69: sure
youknowwho417: alright. it will be described in a step by step process.
BelialMan69: Let me get a pen!
youknowwho417: 1)obtain a vehicle
youknowwho417: 2)put on music with lots of bass--usually anything 96.9 or 97.5 does the trick.
BelialMan69: hmmm
youknowwho417: i prefer 96.9. it is "la ley", the Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088191467993659022004-06-25T15:17:00.000-04:002004-06-25T15:24:27.993-04:00Hmm. I received my course schedule for the next year. Check out the goodness:
1-AP English III (Schmitz)
2-AP US History (Newmark)
3-AP Calculus AB (Felder)
4-Health (Talley)
5-Honors Latin III (Stapleton)
6-Drama IV (Rasnick)
As long as I can survive the first two and a half hours of the day, classes should be a breeze. Still, I can't help thinking that I should have taken either AP Biology, Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088139254023045462004-06-25T00:54:00.000-04:002004-06-25T01:04:46.983-04:00Bang on pots and pans! Capitilism has gone horribly wrong! Teens are selling their virginity on the Internet! Apparently David Vardy, a nineteen year old Bournemouth University student, is selling his virginity online--and bids has reached over six thousand pounds. Although originally Vardy placed his offer on (where else?) Ebay, and received over 7,000 hits, it was removed of obscene content. Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088039462352332842004-06-23T21:11:00.000-04:002004-06-23T21:16:35.456-04:00HBO will start production at the end of the summer on a new musical starringOutKast. The musical will encompass a few old OutKast songs, as well as several new ones, and will certainly be a full length singing, dancing showcase. OutKast on Broadway next, perhaps? And yes, the musical will have a plot--it's scripted as "A drama that takes place in a Speakeasy in the South during the '30s Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1088009282558673202004-06-23T12:48:00.000-04:002004-06-23T19:04:03.216-04:00The beach was a bit chilly; it was windy and cloudy most of the time with few opportunities for swimming, but I became very adept in the art of flying kites.
Now, I'm home and getting ready to receive some cosmetic surgery.
It's just a laser treatment, don't worry. Life is delicious.
Don't you just love summer?Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087705096753517212004-06-20T00:12:00.000-04:002004-06-20T00:37:45.426-04:00Twas a clear and starry Saturday night....
and I have returned as guestspeaker to Bethany's blog. I am sorry to say that this might very well be my last appearance due to the fact that I will be leaving tomorrow for Boys State. Even though I was just saying hello in our last conversation, I must say goodbye in this one. Short lived yes, but at least it lived.
I apologize that I have not Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087614734794976712004-06-18T22:45:00.000-04:002004-06-18T23:21:17.773-04:00 Ladies and gentleman, I'm here, I'm here, let the bells ring out and the banners fly, because I'm here... Im here!
My name is Cameron Cooper and I will be yalls honored guest speaker for the next coupla days in my dear friend Bethany's absence. I first must say that it was quite an honor being asked to take this position. I can only hope that my words enlighten everyone just Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087527178195259782004-06-17T22:52:00.000-04:002004-06-17T22:52:58.196-04:00So over this summer, ye olde blog has gotten some new features. One of my favorites is that of guest bloggers! That's right, folks, this blog is opening up to the PEOPLE. Not just the usual RCHS crowd either--say hello to various kids from all over the East Coast. These uber special posts will begin shortly and continue randomly throughout the summer. Watch out world.
Also, if you are Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087358058206029752004-06-15T23:53:00.000-04:002004-06-15T23:54:18.206-04:00This evening, Bekka and I visited Super Target.
Click Here for pictures.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087340434373911652004-06-15T18:46:00.000-04:002004-07-18T00:21:49.346-04:00Taking Environmental Science online is entertaining, in that kinky drudging way. We have to meet three times a week for live chat session, and one of the kids in my class is hilarious. He talked about how he had to miss sessions on Wednesdays because he has an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Also, he enjoys commenting in Japanese--and although the instructor responds disapproving to his comments, IBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087153209706327542004-06-13T14:47:00.000-04:002004-06-13T15:05:25.366-04:00The Cellular Phone
against the tide he
wipes the foam across the
periwinkle and simmons
pressing the hairs around his ankles
as her dress is beaten back
submitting to the wind
the closeness between air and skin
shapes the forms of her thighs
linen whipping through the sky
she smiles as if watching him dance
could content her through days of soap-operatic bliss
through hazy screens and Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1087007509147624402004-06-11T22:23:00.000-04:002004-06-11T22:34:58.533-04:00From the East to West Coast comes The Postal Service, two men from separate bands that create music by the mail--and never really meet! Death Cab for Cutie's lead singer Ben Gibbard, along with electronica artist Jimmy Tamborello, have created a sort of fusion of a variety of music styles that is completely indistinctive and yet hauntingly catchy. What's fascinating about The Postal Service is Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086815802716739592004-06-09T17:00:00.000-04:002004-06-09T17:16:42.716-04:00Coming soon!
(with a special appearance by a blue man)
Wouldn't this be a fun show?
So I get out of dance class thirty minutes early so that I may attain a driver's license, only to discover that the Avent Ferry DMV requires a Social Security card before any kind of procedure is administrated. Apparently this policy was enacted January 1, 2002. Too bad the Wendell, Garner, or Capital Boulevard Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086728121893308012004-06-08T16:55:00.000-04:002004-06-08T16:56:38.136-04:00The Associated Press reports on how an Australian man scared off a shady gang of robbers by faking an epileptic seizure. Apparently, this man, Tom Beckett, was lured by two beautiful women into a dark alley, when five men jumped out from nowhere and took the poor man hostage. Once the robbers began to ask the Beckett for his ATM card's PIN number, he began to pretend to have a seizure. "The Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086554998785635222004-06-06T16:37:00.000-04:002004-06-06T16:58:18.206-04:00The epitome of sexy:
It's an Ibanez Gio, (GSR200JB) in Jewel Blue. There's a faint purple hue in a certain light, but the color is just gorgeous. I wiped down that bass so well, you can see your face in it.
Here I am posing for a glamour shot. (Notice how my hands look like they're playing but really they're uncoordinated! Whooaaa!)
The amp: A Fender Bassman 25--at 33 pounds, it's one third ofBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086378648556919602004-06-04T15:50:00.000-04:002004-06-04T15:52:37.713-04:00My dad was a cool guy in college, methinks.
Daddy on left; some dude named Jim Cleary (looks eerily like Warren) on the right.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086373598623724142004-06-04T14:07:00.000-04:002004-06-04T14:26:38.623-04:00I have lost faith in long-term teenage relationships completely. (To clarify: "long term" constitutes a mutually exclusive compromise that takes place over the course of at least a year, sometimes longer.) It's not that these sorts of connections between two individuals are a bad thing, they just do not exist. Everyone whom I know that may be in one has either not been entirely faithful (some of Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086325157508173702004-06-04T00:59:00.000-04:002004-07-18T00:22:58.130-04:00Italy has outsmarted us again!
Ananova reports that a small Italian town has recently opened a love car park, where amorous couples can safely park without fear of prosecution. "Mayor Giancarlo Faenzi claims 90 per cent of local residents have made love in a car at least once", the article reports. The 172-space love car park even has trash cans close by...those Italians have thought of Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086217226103049702004-06-02T19:00:00.000-04:002004-06-03T13:55:29.373-04:00Over the next few days, I'll be doing a bit of housekeeping among the blog; today I established a new section of links for rising high school sophomores, alphabetized all the links, and added some javascript in the Sitemeter (you can't see it though). Be sure to expect a possible new color scheme, and more links, as I'm constantly on the lookout for new blogs and other developments in the recentBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086065013923041302004-06-01T00:43:00.000-04:002004-06-01T00:43:33.923-04:00Tonight, I was basking in camaraderie. At precisely 7:25 in the evening, seven close friends and I viewedShrek 2, which included many oppertunities for us to dance. If you wish to partake in the pleasure of that movie, be sure to bring clothes sufficient for dancing. Also, Prince Charming in Shrek 2 eerily resembled a friend of mine. The movie was quite brilliant and I highly reccommend it, Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1086039026500938502004-05-31T17:30:00.000-04:002004-05-31T17:30:26.500-04:002728
Adobe Photoshop v7.0, Microsoft Paint v5.1, ACDSee v3.1
Pretty picture with stripes.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085938403562983702004-05-30T13:20:00.000-04:002004-05-30T16:38:11.760-04:00
Boredom is the enemy of the people.
Think about how much each one of us could accomplish if we simply had the motivation. The trick is discovering the passion for a particular subject within oneself. If we all could simply give one hundred and ten percent to everything, then the world would be a better place, and people would certainly feel more confident about themselves.
But human nature Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085884238580572642004-05-29T22:15:00.000-04:002004-05-29T22:30:38.580-04:00British news site The Guardian has a report on the gross increase of obesity in British schoolchildren. As fast food chains oligarchize the restaurant industry today, more and more citizens are turning to fat-loaded means of stuffing their faces. While experts are trying to help children by creating several healthy-living classes, over twenty kids have to put on respirators each night before theyBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085801405791607362004-05-28T23:30:00.000-04:002004-05-28T23:50:14.036-04:00I'm definitely a sheltered child...
Anyone want to help shed some light on the sexual connotations of
jelly bracelets? Apparently, numerous schools in South Carolina--including, more recently, several elementary schools have banned the bracelets because they are provoking sexual relationships among students. According to the article, "In a game called 'snap,' a boy breaks a jelly bracelet off a Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085534671308610102004-05-25T21:24:00.000-04:002004-05-25T21:27:38.236-04:00Anansi!
In the first set of Spidaaah Stories:
Top row (from left): Lance (Mmboro the Hornet), Faegan (Moatia the Fairy I), Maddy (Onini the Python & Narrator), Stephanie (Anansi's Wife Aso), Claire (Osebo the Leopard), Ryan (Anansi), Erin (Narrator)
Bottom row: Ruth (Moatia the Fairy II), me (Nyame, the God)
Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085437557700481152004-05-24T18:25:00.000-04:002004-05-24T18:25:57.700-04:00
Life is like a man in a salad. Scary but healthy.
Photo credit Nathan Beach.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085366839126783852004-05-23T22:47:00.000-04:002004-05-23T22:47:19.126-04:00It's one thing to lose an election...but it's another thing to be excommunicated from your party even before the elections begin. Poor NC House Co-Speaker Richard Morgan has been recently shafted from the Republican party for the next five years. The article states,
"The conservative wing said Morgan since has betrayed the party in his work with Democrats, favoring the 15 or so Republicans who Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085287250440613032004-05-23T00:40:00.000-04:002004-05-23T12:53:09.000-04:00This afternoon I decided to go see Troy, expecting three hours of testosterone-pumped Grecian action. It did not disappoint. The theatre was crowded mostly with middle-aged men, who occasionally clapped during significant battle scenes. Constrastingly, perhaps, from the normal teenage girl stereotype, I did NOT simply come to see Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom (really, they're not that attractive) Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1085200122253980982004-05-21T23:48:00.000-04:002004-05-22T00:28:42.253-04:00Isn't it creepy when your past comes back to haunt you? John Muir once said, "When you try to pick out one thing, you find it connected to everything else in the universe". I couldn't agree more.
Classic example: In fifth grade, I teased this kid so much I was suspended (crazy, I know). A few weeks later, it turned out that his best friend, a fellow presumably by the name of Josh McMillan, was Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-108501254112502632004-05-19T20:22:00.000-04:002004-07-18T00:24:16.696-04:00Prom, anyone?
This is a pretty ugly picture that really doesn't do the location justice.
Well, the flourescent lights would be off, of course, and replaced with a fantastic sound and lights system. The balcony would be open with a view of the city skyline, and almost entirely covered in lots of decorations and other tiddlywinks. Of the room pictured, one wall is entirely mirrors, and the other Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084831481134530392004-05-17T18:04:00.000-04:002004-05-17T23:30:21.513-04:00By the way, this post is in response to Gone with the Wind. Sheesh.
Everyone is constantly after what they cannot have. Humans are so preoccupied chasing after limitless ideals that they often fail to recognize the true possessions which have been bequeathed to themselves. How often have we lusted after some sort of object simply because it's the one thing that remains just out of our grasp? It Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084689672140168152004-05-16T02:31:00.000-04:002004-05-16T15:39:06.276-04:00So, if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you. I'm just a crosshair, just a shot away from you; but if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, I lie. We're just a crosshair, I'm just a shot, then we can die.
I know I won't be leaving here with you.
I say, you don't know. You say you don't know. I say, take me out.
--Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
That music video rocks the Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084686697547395052004-05-16T01:51:00.000-04:002004-05-16T01:51:37.546-04:00Blog poetry!
Go through your old posts and copy and past random lines in their entirely. It's what the cool kids do at 2 AM.
simply run up to an attractive individual. Quickly, while they are too shocked to
be allowed to swoon over such trivialities as a good song on the radio, an absence
pipe, and lots of tweed jackets, I think. There is something so intruiging about
fashioned ironing. I Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084395153089403392004-05-12T16:12:00.000-04:002004-05-12T16:54:58.196-04:00A Quiet Rant
Look! It can barely fit on the road! How the hell is it supposed to turn?
Alright, whoever said that the third time was a charm deserves to be punched in the face. Preferably then beaten with a blunt object.
Oh no, but of course the story doesn't begin here. You see, I had taken the classroom portion of drivers' ed two years ago--roughly twice the timespan from that of the normal Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084155812257882112004-05-09T22:23:00.000-04:002004-05-09T22:23:32.256-04:00
Stream of consciousness?
Lately there has been just cause for an increase in risk taking and security. As a result, selfish tendencies have begun to arise. Yet maybe we shouldn't have to spell our names. There is some comfort in knowing that favorable impressions may continue as long as certain behaviors go unrecognized. Besides, long term benefits of a situation may ultimately result in gains Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1084071843673174392004-05-08T23:04:00.000-04:002004-05-08T23:07:19.420-04:00Staring behind the blank windowpane
She watches as floral and Tuscan summer prints
Crowd enormous thighs
And conquer the seat beneath her
The pearls rebel against a freckled neckline
Struggling in melanin and E
Cocking her head to juxtapose
The nonchalance of her partner.
He watches all of the women
An addict for pleats and the letter V
Victoria Veronica Vixen
Vavavoom
In slow motion
Her hands Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083882547091658172004-05-06T18:29:00.000-04:002004-07-18T00:25:21.103-04:00Just as the year is slowly progressing towards its anti-climactic demise, I have finally come to understand what may the largest issues facing high schoolers today: bad yearbook messages.
None of the grades at any high school are completely devoid of cliques. Each has its own own particular social stratospheres that collide and bounce off one another like those in a ball pit at McDonalds. Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083712212126387982004-05-04T19:10:00.000-04:002004-05-04T19:12:47.700-04:00
It's hard to give up the world you never thought you'd need.
On that note, I invite you to discover the wonderful world of Sondre Lerche, the soft voice and happy-go-lucky melodies that leaves John Mayer and those other silly cads to shame. With subtle folk and rock influences, twenty-one year old Sondre, originally from Norway, has played guitar since he was younger than my brother. A few Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083519746841078232004-05-02T13:42:00.000-04:002004-05-02T13:47:28.340-04:00
Let's go back to the old time, baby
Before the world was painted gray
I'll meet you on the northwest platform
Halfway to the Milky Way
Sickness causes fevers which can be inversely pleasing to the subconscious. I dreamt last night that I had become a world-renowned florist. I lived in a house of flowers and gave out corsages to all of my friends in the midst of a downpour. Steam was rising offBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083462972358236132004-05-01T21:56:00.000-04:002004-05-01T21:59:20.390-04:00I've been feeling more salacious lately...warm weather, listening to rap music, and reading "Gone With The Wind" has seemed to affect my brain.
Anyone who hasn't read Gone With The Wind is certainly missing one of the best novels of all time. It's better than a chick-flick and homemade puppy chow for rainy days. Initially the book presents a pragmatic look at Confederate plantation lifestyle...Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083357109887121582004-04-30T16:31:00.000-04:002004-04-30T16:37:49.496-04:00These pictures of my recent paintings came out a little fuzzy, I'm not sure why. The image quality is pretty bad, but I like the paintings.
SAT in Blue.
Notre Dame and Pickle Wearing Sombrero.
Forgetful
Ryan Robert Rinkel. Not for sale.Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083348898775427012004-04-30T14:14:00.000-04:002004-04-30T14:18:06.093-04:00I've got a rough cold, and acute laryngitis (so says the doctor). Trying to stay better for rehearsal, the SAT, the art show, the picnic for my dad's office, choir, and a surprise romantic getaway..all part of this lovely weekend.
In other Internet travels, I have discovered almost three dozen pictures of squirrels that a student at Princton continues to take. Sort of sketchy.
Finally, I extendBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083200880680935102004-04-28T21:08:00.000-04:002004-04-28T21:11:06.356-04:00
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
...
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Joking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside
--Mr.Brightside by The Killers
This single is being re-released May 24 in the UK. You know you want it. Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083115996052562092004-04-27T21:33:00.000-04:002004-04-27T21:38:59.840-04:00A Confession (Or, A Dear Note to my Readers)
This entire phase of prolonged stress and awful fear is almost over. I feel as if I've been standing at a crossroads for the last year and finally, I've come out of it. Since last May I've been stuck with this awful feeling of guilt and pain and remorse. It tears me up inside, and I have grown to hate it. The feelings are like electric shocks that Bethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477679.post-1083031847749673902004-04-26T22:10:00.000-04:002004-04-26T22:13:51.403-04:00Jason Mraz definitely has the best music video I've seen in a long time. The song is catchy and one of my old favorites. The video tells a story in bright techicolor hues. And most importantly, everyone's dancing--even the police. Definitely the way life should be. Watch it
hereBethanynoreply@blogger.com