Today is a dismal day in the life of Rebekah Jon Whittaker. I love Halloween, but I went to school as a Newsie, and all day I've been fighting to keep my hat, for what's a Newsie without his (or her) hat? But I can't contend with this many people, and I have surrendered. For the time being. I still want it back, but it's not in my power to get it right now. So my entire day has pretty much gone down the drain because I don't have my hat.
I don't even know if I want to go to this party tonight. Oh, I know I will, and I know I'll probably have fun, but I just don't want to be around people anymore. School is enough socializing for me, and then I'm ready to just go home and read a good book or watch a good movie or take a nap. Anything where I don't have to talk to people. I have fun for a while and then it just gets tedious, trying to make everyone happy and trying to keep up a cheerful act, when all I want to do is hide in my room and doodle and listen to music. Music has that amazing quality to calm me down. Or hype me up, depending on the music.
My head hurts, from people grabbing the hat off my head, but accidentally grabbing hair with it.
What I really want right now is a big bag of candy corn, a big cup of ice water, and to watch Newsies. Well, I can do the last one, I guess.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
"Sometimes I just think-man, I could sure use a tuque right now!" ~Jen Lee
Today's subject: Tuques!
Here's a lovely little entry from Wikipedia on tuques that I recently found. It's quite amusing, actually. My favorite phrases are in bold.
"Tuque: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
A tuque (Canadian French: tuque) is a knitted hat, originally usually of wool though now often of synthetic fibers, that is designed to provide warmth in winter. Sometimes considered Canada's national hat, all tuques are tapered and brimless, and they are often topped with pompons.
The word tuque is not etymologically related to the name of the chef's toque, although tuque is sometimes spelled "toque" (though still pronounced /tuk/) by assimilation. The word is also sometimes spelled "touque"; while this is technically a misspelling, it's a quite common one.
During the 1837 Patriotes Rebellion a red tuque became a symbol of French-Canadian nationalism, a symbol that was briefly revived by the Front de liberation du Quebec in the 1970s.
Today some consider tuques to be somewhat lacking in sophistication, though they are indispensable in cold climates. The most famous media characters to sport this kind of hat are the SCTV characters, Bob and Doug McKenzie. Michael Nesmith of the Monkees also wore this hat in his television series.
In the United States, this type of hat is usually referred to as a knit hat, knit cap, sock cap or stocking cap, and sometimes as a ski hat. In the U.S. southern states, it is sometimes called a toboggan.
There is also a town known as La Tuque, Quebec, named after a nearby hill that resembles a tuque.
A beanie is a similar type of hat."
Tuques are fun. I wore one to the football game, cause holy flippin Ice Age, it was cold. I had on a hoodie, and a jacket, and gloves, and my knee-high socks, and I was still cold. My toes were freezing. I left early to go buy milk and the heater was very welcome. But now it's really cold down here and I'm still all bundled up.
I really think that this tiredness thing is more than it seems. Take last night for example. I went to bed at nine, and got up at nine thirty, and I'm still exhausted. I'm taking vitamins, and they have iron, so who knows. I hope it's not anything serious. I doubt it, but I'm sick and tired of being...tired.
We bought this movie that I'm still contemplating if I want to watch it or not. It's about dance, so I think I'd like it, but from what I can see, it's pretty much like Center Stage, which I hated, cause it was all about this girl who danced who was trying to decide between the hot guy and the nice guy. Which is what this movie is supposed to be about. Big whoop. I'd like to see about a girl, or guy, who just has to work really hard to dance with no stupid romances cluttering the story.
Have you ever felt like there was something missing in your life? Like there could be something more? Not necessarily something spiritual, but something else to occupy your time. I don't know. But lately I haven't felt like socializing with anybody, even more than usual. The last two football games I've just sat by myself, but I wanted it that way. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to watch the game. I wouldn't really have minded if someone just came and sat with me, but most people seem to think that when you're with someone you have to talk, which isn't the cause. You can just be together without having to talk. It's rather nice actually.
I really can't think of anything else to say, so I'll leave you. Love to all, and an especially big hi to me mum and Liz, who happen to be in the same place. Shalom
Here's a lovely little entry from Wikipedia on tuques that I recently found. It's quite amusing, actually. My favorite phrases are in bold.
"Tuque: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
A tuque (Canadian French: tuque) is a knitted hat, originally usually of wool though now often of synthetic fibers, that is designed to provide warmth in winter. Sometimes considered Canada's national hat, all tuques are tapered and brimless, and they are often topped with pompons.
The word tuque is not etymologically related to the name of the chef's toque, although tuque is sometimes spelled "toque" (though still pronounced /tuk/) by assimilation. The word is also sometimes spelled "touque"; while this is technically a misspelling, it's a quite common one.
During the 1837 Patriotes Rebellion a red tuque became a symbol of French-Canadian nationalism, a symbol that was briefly revived by the Front de liberation du Quebec in the 1970s.
Today some consider tuques to be somewhat lacking in sophistication, though they are indispensable in cold climates. The most famous media characters to sport this kind of hat are the SCTV characters, Bob and Doug McKenzie. Michael Nesmith of the Monkees also wore this hat in his television series.
In the United States, this type of hat is usually referred to as a knit hat, knit cap, sock cap or stocking cap, and sometimes as a ski hat. In the U.S. southern states, it is sometimes called a toboggan.
There is also a town known as La Tuque, Quebec, named after a nearby hill that resembles a tuque.
A beanie is a similar type of hat."
Tuques are fun. I wore one to the football game, cause holy flippin Ice Age, it was cold. I had on a hoodie, and a jacket, and gloves, and my knee-high socks, and I was still cold. My toes were freezing. I left early to go buy milk and the heater was very welcome. But now it's really cold down here and I'm still all bundled up.
I really think that this tiredness thing is more than it seems. Take last night for example. I went to bed at nine, and got up at nine thirty, and I'm still exhausted. I'm taking vitamins, and they have iron, so who knows. I hope it's not anything serious. I doubt it, but I'm sick and tired of being...tired.
We bought this movie that I'm still contemplating if I want to watch it or not. It's about dance, so I think I'd like it, but from what I can see, it's pretty much like Center Stage, which I hated, cause it was all about this girl who danced who was trying to decide between the hot guy and the nice guy. Which is what this movie is supposed to be about. Big whoop. I'd like to see about a girl, or guy, who just has to work really hard to dance with no stupid romances cluttering the story.
Have you ever felt like there was something missing in your life? Like there could be something more? Not necessarily something spiritual, but something else to occupy your time. I don't know. But lately I haven't felt like socializing with anybody, even more than usual. The last two football games I've just sat by myself, but I wanted it that way. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to watch the game. I wouldn't really have minded if someone just came and sat with me, but most people seem to think that when you're with someone you have to talk, which isn't the cause. You can just be together without having to talk. It's rather nice actually.
I really can't think of anything else to say, so I'll leave you. Love to all, and an especially big hi to me mum and Liz, who happen to be in the same place. Shalom
Friday, October 07, 2005
Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you ever seen a monkey before?
Ha, do you remember that Liz? That was when we were on the tour bus in Germany and we were both sleeping and we both woke up at the same time to the tour guide saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you ever seen a monkey before?" You can imagine the confusion.
Guess what happened today? I got a letter, from Peter! Huzzah! It was very happy. And it was doubly wicked, because yesterday, I got a letter from Liz which contained seven CD's! Oh the jubilation! Not only was it mail for me, that wasn't college-ness, but it had wonderful CD's that I am now addicted to! What fun! It was amazing. In fact, I'll go as far as to say that it was naked. I love mail. Please send more.
I don't really have much to say.....it seems like I already said it all before, which I probably did in my letter back to Peter, so I guess he'll know it all and you won't. Ha ha! Actually, it was mostly about friendship and jedi boots and homecoming, so I doubt that you would all be interested anyway.
So what else? I seem to have been writing quite philosophical messages of late, so this will be a...relief? A change? A breath of fresh air? Who knows? I'm cold but I want ice cream. My hands are warm but my head hurts. You obviously don't care about any of this, cause I can just picture Steven skimming over this trying to see if there's anything of worth. Well, you know what, my fine fair-haired friend? There's NOT! So ha! Write in your own blog once in a while and maybe I'll write something interesting in here.
I miss me mum. She's a wonderful person, and we have such fun. I wonder when she's coming next...
There's a stake dance tomorrow night, and I haven't been able to find anyone who can tell me what the theme is or whether it's casual or dressy. We have to practice our song for Sunday and we have to plan the November dance. I have to make a poster for Psych, mend pants, clean the house and try and get some sleep!
Oh! One last thing before I go and leave you to continue drooling all over your keyboards. Mr George Winston is coming here, to La Grande of all places, for a concert on Sunday! And guess who's going? Not me. Actually, that's a lie, I am going, with me papi, and it's going to be great fun and lovely and amazing. So yeah. Be jealous.
I will leave you now, I love you all, and hope to talk to you (*cough cough* Liz! *cough cough*) soon! Shalom!
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