I think I've finally broken. Wanna know why? I highly doubt any of you do. I doubt anyone even clicked on this. And if you did and are reading this, you're just going to say that I'm being horribly melodramatic. Or that I'm a teen, and it happens. Yeah, well, it's a big deal to me.

Because my AMAZING, GODLIKE immunity has FAILED! This is the second time this month I've been sick. I don't get sick! I'm BECKY! I usually get sick twice in a year, not a month. Over spring break, I caught strep pnuemonia (which sounds a lot worse than it is) and had to miss my only chance of getting out of the house.

And I haven't eaten real food since lunch on Wednesday, if you can call that real food. I've had a bagel, twelve saltines with peanut butter, and two cups of yogurt. I am not happy. I could hardly even move yesterday...and I feel like I wanna hurl but can't.

I need a hug...

My momma gave me a penny
She told me to buy a henny
But I didn't buy no henny

Instead, I bought bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum

My momma gave me a nickel
She told me to buy a pickle
But I didn't buy no pickle

Instead, I bought bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum

My momma gave me a dime
She told me to buy a lime
But I didn't buy no lime

Instead, I bought bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum

My momma gave me a quarter
She told me to buy some water
But I didn't buy no water

Instead, I bought bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum


My momma gave me a dollar
She told me to buy a collar
But I didn't buy no collar

Instead, I bought bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum

My momma gave me a five
She told me to stay alive
But I didn't stay alive

Instead, I choked on bubblegum.
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum
Bazooka-zooka bubblegum

I was looking up the lyrics for the version by Tha Heights, but found the one from the Girl Scouts instead. So the scout died. Of bubblegum.

Oh, how cruel life is sometimes.

Now, before you think I'm on an illegal substance, I wish to clarify that I was hopped up on sugar and had a distinct lack of sleep when this was spawned. However, you might keep that misconception once you reach the bottom. I inform you that I stand by this! I SEE IT AS FANDOM TRUTH!

*ahem* That is all. You may proceed.

~*~Pointless Conspiracy Theory of Relationships in "Naruto"~*~

Well, staying up 'til friggen one in the morning on Christmas isn't exactly the smartest thing to do when one has a hyper-active eight-year-old brother. I got a knock on the door from my dad at seven, telling me to get my sorry ass up so we can run and open presents. I was tired and utterly not pretty...not that I'm really ever pretty, but I like to sleep a lot, and I drool; I'm not going to deny it. Anyway, I went downstairs, knowing I wasn't getting much. I don't mind; my parents have to pay for a friggen trip to Europe for ctrying out loud. Nonetheless, I think 8:30 would've been a much more reasonable time. Anyway, I get down there to see seven presents with my name on them (give or take). I know what the majority of them are; my mom has a nasty little habit of forgetting I'm around when she's shopping. So, I'm down there, not ripping open packages nearly as enthusiastically as my brother but still ripping nonetheless. I get everything I said I wanted (within reason; no Wii) except for my bras...I was slightly saddened, but then my mom told me I had to be there to shop for them so they fit...

But what was the major gift that got me to "squee" fangirlishly? Why, Dirge of Cerberus, of course! All the kick-assedness of Vincent in a convenient little package! Plus, my mommy surprised me with the official strategy guide. I danced. That's the only thing I could possible type that would describe the odd series of motions that ensued. But, of course, as I was caressing my dear, dear video game, I get pelted with a balled up piece of tissue paper, my brother the culprit. Although I admit it was deserved; I had earlier pwned his ass with a mega-wad of wrapping paper. Thus, the annual Dougherty Paper Fight began.

After clean-up from the war, I went upstairs to deposit my stuff (hehe, stuff) in my room. I then realize I did not receive my toothbrush. We forgot the stockings! I ran back downstairs and viciously attacked the poor, over-sized sock. Within were two toothbrushes, some chocolate, and a pair of gloves. Returning to my room, I slept until eleven.

After waking up, showering, and putting on my brandy-dandy new pajamas (because it's tradition), we headed over to my aunt's house for the family Christmas. After sampling some odd ham and two kinds of meatballs (and spilling both all over myself), opened MORE presents. I got some truffles, a sewing kit, and $35.

Not too bad, if I do say so myself...

Well, here I am again. Lessee...

Since I last wrote, I turned sixteen, had a weird-ass birthday party, gone to a bajillion football games, and started going to a youth group called Young Life. It would only make sense to elaborate on each of these occurances in order...I think.

Sixteen. Wow. Still no car nor driver's license. I'll get over it. However, amazingly, people actually remembered my birthday this year and screamed it randomly. Thankfully, Rucker never heard; the band doesn't even TRY to play it right. There are twenty different keys flowing and twenty different mistakes and twenty different tunes...and someone usually tries to sing it. It's really bad.

Birthday party. A friend, Justin, got stabbed with a nail sticking out of our treehouse. He's a genius. Alsooooo, there was an oddly placed light sabre fight in my back yard. OH! And we had a penguin piñata to smack into a thousand pieces. My mom got the penguin because she knew I'd enjoy killing it :) And I got a light-up Buddha. What more could I ask for?

Football games. Will be skipped until later.

Young Life. YES! SOMETHING TO DO ON THURSDAY! Anyway, it has to be coolest, awesomest, wackiest, most "fleather-pluckingly good time" I could ever have. This past Thursday, we even had a Halloween club. It was cool. Celeste, James, Lonzo, and Jonh had to bob for apples in cold baked beans. IT WAS HILARIOUS! And we played a game where we threw an apple but had to catch it on a fork. That fork was then tossed. Our group won even though our apple exploded. It was being held together purely by forks. And I totally drank almost half of Henry's coke at Burger King afterwards. ^__^

OKay, back to the football games. I think we're 7-3 or something. Way better than last year (6-6). We totally beat Bridgeport. And in Grafton, we could lose every other game, but if we beat Bridgeport, the team is forgiven. Bridgeport is pretty well hated around here. Last night, we beat Liberty 23-0. It was rainy and mushy and the bleachers were cold and dirty...and I dropped my coke under the bleachers. I was saddened. Although I never got to yell at the sousaphonist Heather and I met at RYLA, it was okay because we won. ...That sounds superficial. Maybe I shouldn't care. Oh well. We're going to the play-offs now. I'm still in the drumline for a little bit longer.

Which reminds me...we're starting concert season soon. Damn clarinet.

Okay, so our family spent the entire day meandering around the curvy backroads of West Virginia today. Our first stop (besides the gas station) was Blackwater Falls.

I swear there are not 214 stairs. I've counted multiple times.

Anyway, it was interesting. It was the first time my brother-in-law ever saw it, being the Floridian he is. He demanded to have a race back up the 200+ stairs. My dad told me to get our my cell phone and have 911 ready; someone would get hurt. However, no one did. My mom and I just came in dead last because her ankle hurt, and I'm a wimp. It happens. We promptly went thereafter went to the little store up there and got ice cream. It was awesome.

After that, we went to Canaan to ride the ski lifts. Enter problem: I'm TERRIFIED of ski lifts. My mom talked to me the entire way up there like I was a some little kid getting a shot; it didn't help. I still flipped out. I didn't get to walk on the trail at the top of the hill/mountain. My dad and I had to get a head start seeing as I flat-out refused to ride the lift back down. It was good fun regardless of all the mud. I only fell once!

Our last stop (before home) was Big Jonh's. I have no idea what the full name of the restaurant is; I just know they have some kick-ass pizza and an arcade. Sadly, my stomach had shrunk since my last visit. I nearly exploded after a nine inch pizza, four bread sticks, and a jalapeño popper. It was truly disappointing; I want some hand-dipped ice cream. Oh, well, qué será será.

Upon arriving home, I quickly went to my room to do my homework which consisted of outlining the background information about the Illiad in our text book and then reading Book 1. About half-way through, I was interrupted. Daisy, the cat of my sister who's currently living in our basement, had kittens. My God...kittens...on our back porch. They were so tiny! And Daisy looked like she suddenly got liposuction or something! IT WAS WEIRD! She apparently had them while we were gone, but my mom found them about a half an hour after we got back. She was hysterical. It was funny.

I have no snazzy line to put at the end of this one, so...you can just do without.

I just got back from band camp. It was...interesting. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Sunday:
Woke up, got dressed, finished packing. I got at the school around 9:50. We sat around for almost an hour and a half for the bus that took us there (when it was only s'posed to take an hour). We spent at least two hours on that damn bus. We stopped for lunch at some rest stop a while after Pakersburg. I was introduced to our transfer bandie, Henry. We continued on to the town of Ripley where Cedar Lakes is. Got there, unpacked (sort of), saw who else was in our cabin, went to dinner. Then the fun started. We set our first song for our field show (Greased Lightning) that night. We used dots (6 different colored jar lids with a number on them). My back hurt from my drum. Heather got her first present from her "secret senior". She's not really a freshman, but it's still her first year in band.

Monday
I woke up at 6:00 so I could take a shower. Breakfast was at 7:30(ish). After a breakfast of eggs that friggen bounced, we went our to the field to practice the first song. The Weather Channel said it "feels like 105º"...lovely. Anyway, then lunch. Then sectionals. The free time (woohoo! SLEEP!). Then dinner. Then...evening practice  which ran until around 11:00. We kept screwing up and talking. We set the second song, Summer Nights. Went to sleep late.

Tuesday:
Pretty much the same as Monday. I think. The days kind of blended together. We didn't stay out until 11:00 though, and we set the third song, Born to Hand Jive. Yes, it's a Grease field show, and no, we don't have Jonh Travolta cut-outs. Yeah, and one of my roommates got rushed to the hospital because she pulled a muscle in her side. She came back.

Wednesday:
Woke up at ten 'til six. We had a practice before breakfast that day. I had ten minutes to wake up and dress. I smelt funny...But we got a break from 10:30 to lunch. We had a heat advisory so Rucker thought it would be wiser. We set We Go Together. It was our last song...Rucker was sick and grumpy. I told you, the days ran together. Oh, and one of the cabins had their fire alarm set off. It was from the spray paint of their "gift" to Rucker.

Thrusday:
Woke up early again. We cleaned up the field show. Thursdays are special at band camp. It's Senior Night. We all dressed up for dinner, then headed to the Chapel (which is a weird outside thing that doesn't really resemble a chapel too much). It started out with the senior prank. All the freshmen got something taken from them and put on a blow-up doll...not that kind of blow-up doll. Just a doll. I found it funny because one of the guys, Aaron, got his sheets taken. They were Mickey Mouse *insert laughter here*. Heather got her shirt taken. They were gonna take her bra because she had the biggest boobs of the "freshmen", but she didn't bring more than one. Then they did their rendition of "If I was Not At Band Camp". They made fun of Rucker, the chaperones, the other bands, employees of Cedar Lakes, each other. Then they told us their senior moments. Some of them were really funny. One was when a group of them snuck out to get a volley ball they forgot the last time they snuck out. A security guard in a golf cart was coming and they hid behind a tree. He didn't see them. Then they gave their gift to Rucker: a spray painted stand so he would know it was his, a Greased Lightning model car, a mini piccolo, and a Carol Ball. Each box came with a Rucker warning: This does not contain wet brea, public restrooms, or feminine products. Those are his three biggest fears. Now to explain the Carol Ball. Apparently, some of the guys that graduated last year used to beat this years seniors with a beach ball. The seniors decided to strike back by dut taping it the next year. They got beat with a Carol Ball. Soooo, they gave one to Rucker. Because they couldn't get beaten with one anymore...if that made any sense at all. The seniors then took out another blow-up doll (which was that kind) that had a Philip-Barbour shirt on. Anthony threw it down the stairs. The importance of this is that Rucer used to teach there...and they're our first football opponents. And their band is good. But anyway, after all was said and done...we went back to practice. We ended early though. And we had pizza ^__^

Way early this morning, I got plastic wrapped to my bed by the seniors. They did it because I'm a "drumline freshman". Heather got it done too, only she actually slept through it. I woke up, but let them do it anyway. It felt weird. It wasn't too bad until I had to go to the bathroom. When my roomie, Dalena (the one that went to the hospital), woke up, I said to her, "Dalena, help me out. I gotta pee!". Then we cleaned, finshed packing, got on the bus, got our asses back up here, went home, and most of us probably did something to keep cool once we got there.

Band camp blows.

Our band director has decided to switch me to bass drum for marching season. Can you say back problems? It's the second biggest one. I play the "A" drum. Aw, well, it's still cool. I'm a drummer now. Yes. I'm happy about it for the same reasons I'm happy about learning saxophone. But I'm also happy because the drumline is way smaller than the clarinet section. I might actually know people BY NAME now. Definite "woah" factor there. At practice yesterday, there were seven of us (plus the percussion dude). We were missing one bass drummer (I don't even know if there is one, but I would assume) and our quad guy...cause he sucks. Not that he's not good, he just apparently never comes to practice. Stupid guy.

Driver's Ed is OVAAA!!! I drove for the last time for the class todaaay. I got an A on the project, I think a B in driving, and no clue what for classwork. So it's either an A or B for me. Nobody got anything under a C, though. He said he wouldn't give people a D or F. But I drove at the speed limit so I'm happy.

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As for Wuthering Heights, eh...haven't read much. I probably should. But I'm not. I want to sleeeeep. Lots. I haven't gotten to sleep much, and I've been waking up early. Stupid classes. But next week, I don't have to. The drumline practices at 5:30 PM. YES.

I ate ice cream yesterday. Vanilla ice cream is like God's gift to mankind. I love vanilla ice cream. It's really good. Screw being all oringinal and saying, "I like ~insert weird ice cream here~!" I don't hate it, but I likes vanilla. Mmmmmm...now I want Dairy Queen. But my mom just left. And I'm broke. And technically we have vanilla; it's just I'm not allowed to eat it. My mom's making apple crisp. Which I do not like. And she is going to use the vanilla ice cream on top. Theoretically, I won't get any. It kinda sucks.