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scissor sisters - take your mama out
hall of fame 1. ellen (girlydrink06) - 12 points 1. amy (blacksheep) - 12 points 2. jeremy (snazzy_jay) - 4 points 2. linden (strawberriegiirl) - 4 points 3. aji (ajibalaji89) - 3 points 3. bianca (peanutbutterjunkie) - 3 points 4. tracy (theatrechic184) - 2 points 4. esther (starryskies76) - 2 points 4. ciara (covered_in_rain10) - 2 points 5. stacey (chocobopnai) - 1 point 5. jan michael (Jmike1pinoy) - 1 point
to get your name up here, read the subject of the latest entry. it's a line from a song, with one word replaced. if you find out which word it is, the name of the song, and who performed it, comment on the post and you'll be added.
for example, if a subject was "slap me baby one more time," you'd know that the real lyrics are "HIT me baby one more time," so you'd comment on the entry saying: "oh master rick, ruler of mankind! i, your humble servant, have found the true lyrics to the song. HIT, from the song ONE MORE TIME by BRITNEY SPEARS. i only pray that you will show great mercy and bestow upon my worthless self a single point and a mention in the sacred hall of fame. gramercies, oh omnipotent one!" and i would do just that. note to self ...
... START SUMMER READING. UPDATED 07.03.04 
¡el juego de helicóptero! contact me, yo
look at how popular i am! (including visitors from my xanga) element 94  | GOOD news on the doorstep Thursday. 02.26.04 09:45 am mood: unspeakably ecstatic . . . i . . . made . . . CHARLIE BROWN!  oh, that's right baby! i landed the lead in the school musical! i'm sorry, i'm just so happy. this morning, as i was walking towards the auditorium door, i saw ms. leung taking down the callback list. i was soooo nervous, so i just kinda hung out and leaned on the giant yellow metal beam near center court, waiting for her to post the cast list. she did, and right when she turned to walk away, i charged towards the door and read the cast list. when i read "CHARLIE BROWN - Rick Betita", i lost it. i have never felt so thrilled in my entire life. i tried calling chiara, but my call didn't go through (turns out i put her number in my phone address book wrong). then all these people came to congratulate me, and aahhhh. to this moment, i still can't believe it. wow. umm, i guess that's about it. whooo. today was like the longest day i've ever experienced; all i wanted to do was read through that script. promise me that you guys will come see it? Comment! (3) | Recommend! i met a FAMILY who sang the blues Monday. 02.22.04 11:09 am mood: scared shizless READ THIS: i'm too lazy too make a new post for every phase of the audition process, so i'll just edit this entry every time i get news. KZERS? kzers. ^let's see you do THAT on xanga, bianca. 02.22.04 ¡HABLABA! that's by new word to convey anger. doesn't it just sound like something you'd randomly spurt in frustration? yeeaahhh . . . anyways, lotsa stuff happened today. break it down now: i practiced my song ("i'll be there") some more on my karaoke machine. recorded myself, reprimanded myself some more because i had previously promised never to sing again, and buried my face into my hands in shame. then i went to go see "50 first dates" with christine and bianca. hmm. waaayyy too overrated. i thought it was going to be a lot funnier. i mean, come on, adam sandler? rob schneider? shouldn't there be a few hahas here and there? ah, well, i laughed anyways. laughed like a rabid hyena. ask bianca or christine. then we went to bianca's house and ate some domino's and then practiced singing some more on my karaoke machine. of course, we were just kinda fooling around. no one felt like singing. then, THEN, at 8:30 or so, mine and christine's parents came. ah, home free, i thought. but noooo, my mother insisted i sing for her. at bianca's house. then bianca's mom insisted i do so, then christine's mom called christine's dad out of the car so that MORE people could watch me embarrass myself. coolio! so after a lot of drama i was finally pressured into singing, missed a lot of notes, and buried my face in shame again. then, wapah! it became karaoke night. the parents encouraged the kids to sing more, then the PARENTS sang. it lasted about an hour. so we finally left the building around 9:30, and here i am now, recording it for all you faithful readers. i'm going to choke tomorrow. nnnnngggggggggggggg . . . ^ that's my way of conveying frustration / laziness. 02.23.04 i want a redo. i auditioned today. i mean, it wasn't like i bombed it, but i know i didn't do my best. so i went to the choir room afterschool and sorta practiced beforehand. there were waayyy more guys than i had planned to be there. and jeff is hella good. and i heard thomas is good too. so yeah, competition was tough. then came my audition. i was sooooo nervous. it was mr. crowell, ms. leung, and patti there. at least they weren't like total strangers to me. but anyways. benita started playing my song, and the beginning was pretty strong. then came the "i'll be there to comfort you . . ." and i don't think i sang it loud enough. then after that was "let me fill your heart with joy and laughter . . ." and OH SWEET JESUS did i screw that up. started on the wrong key, voice cracked, everything. i caught up after the next measure or so, then went on. then came the clincher, the final "i'll be there, you know i'll be there" lines, the part that everyone goes "GASP!" at, and i skipped a couple of lines. nggaaa! that was supposed to be the part where they go "wow look at his range, let's go and cast him as charlie brown!" but no. i had to go and screw THAT ONE up too. wow. i'm waaay too analytical for my own good. anyways, then crowell had me sing a scale, which didn't go so bad. actually, it went pretty well compared to my song. then again, i could have lit the room and fire and it would have gone well compared to my song. well, then came the interview. leung asked me about how long i've been playing piano, i said since i was eight, then patti asked if i was in any of crowell's classes, and crowell said "no, but i'm surprised you're not in my choir class. what year are you? sophomore? you should be in my class next year." so that gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. but then again, it might just be the ammonia in the water. so then, after all was said and done, i hung out with everyone who hadn't auditioned yet. watched sammy and christine do a little dance to "on my own", experienced myself make a little love with the door to "i'm going down", then saw lauren get down tonight when she found out she had to audition tomorrow because they ran out of time. and when i say get down, i mean her mood went down. not the other "go down", you sickos. 02.25.04 ¡HABLABA! (also denotes excitement) callback auditions were today! ah, just realized, forgot to tell you faithful readers that i made callbacks. i wasn't allowed to go online yesterday because i forgot to take out the garbage. but i don't care, i'm too excited to care! callbacks were fun. there was so much talent, though. soooo much. the competition was so thick, you could -- well, okay, that's the thing, why do people say something is "so thick you could cut it with a knife?" i mean, you can cut things that aren't thick as well, you know -- anyways, the competition was thick. like, if everyone ate bean casseroles beforehand and callbacks were in a small airtight room, the competition would be like the methane gas floating around. was that a good analogy? i hope so. anyways, !!!, cast list might be posted tomorrow! either that or friday. but i hope it's tomorrow! i wouldn't be able to live until friday! gaaahhhh! Comment! (12) | Recommend! and we sang HORRIBLY in the dark Friday. 02.20.04 05:50 pm mood: disappointed okay, here's the dilio. the school musical is going to be "you're a good man, charlie brown" and auditions are monday. i decide that i want to audition, and my audition piece is "memory" from cats. haha, shut up. so i go online and talk to bianca about it, and we agree to sing for each other over the phone and critique each other. she is singing "i'm going down" by rose royce. so we call each other, sing, blah blah blah, and both say that the other is good. after we hang up, i start practicing in my room. the song's on my phone/mp3 player, so i listen to it through the headphones. i try belting out the song, because i remember last year for "pippin" mr. crowell asked me to project my voice, so i'm trying to work on that. then my little seven-year-old brother comes downstairs and says "hey, could you try singing a little . . . better?" i think he's joking, so i'm like "hey seriously you think i'm that bad?" and he keeps saying "yeah, you are." i keep on pestering him, asking him to tell the truth, but he never takes it back. . . . i don't think about it for a while. i keep singing, and my other twelve-year-old brother is in the other room on the computer. he comes in after i sing the song about two times and says "i'm not trying to be mean or anything, but you should try listening to yourself when you sing. i mean, just the high notes. because you sound like this: < insert badly sung note here >. i mean, you're better than me, but, i remember one time i was singing with headphones on, and i took off the headphones and heard myself, and i stopped singing." and he leaves. that kinda makes me curious, so i record myself singing on my recorder on my phone. and when i press play . . . OH MY GOD. it's horrible. i sound so . . . nasally and whiny. like, if i heard someone sing like that, i'd tell them to shut the hell up. i sound so much better to myself . . . but to other people, i sound like an american idol reject. blaahh! so basically, bianca is a BIG FAT LIAR. but she feels the same about me (read her blog), so it's a mutual thing. the next day at school, we confront each other and complain. turns out we both changed our audition pieces earlier, hers to "amazing grace" and mine to "i'll be there". i thought about not auditioning at all, but i decided against it - it's worth a try. let's hope mr. crowell isn't anything like simon. i'd probably cry. but, like bianca said, false happiness is the basis of our friendship. i really shouldn't ask her for advice anymore. Comment! (5) | Recommend! i AM a lonely teenage bronkin' buck Wednesday. 02.18.04 10:14 am mood: still longing . . . < sigh > i just can't get her out of my head. i had piano lessons today, and even my piano teacher could tell something was wrong. i played "bohemian rhapsody" for her, and she asked me if i was tired. i said yeah. she asked me about my valentine's day and if i had someone special to share it with, i said it was good, but no, i had no one to share it with. she said she could tell by the way i played. am i that easy to read? jesus christ. Comment! (7) | Recommend! do you recall what I revealed Tuesday. 02.17.04 07:58 pm mood: a bit better hey . . . i'm back. i'm here at my aunt's house, supposedly babysitting, but you know, whatever. i'm hella bored, so i'll do another survey so you guys can get to know me better! because who doesn't want to know more about me? NOBODY, that's who! i stole this from john's livejournal . . . [MY NAME IS]: rick a. betita [IN THE MORNING I]: i wake up to the sultry sounds of the doghouse (wild 94.9 baby) and wait for my alarm clock to take me from a half-counscious state to a . . . three-quarter-counscious state. [ALL I NEED IS]: her. [I'M AFRAID OF]: lots of stuff. [I DREAM ABOUT]: umm . . . lots of things? but my most recent dream was about . . . IMing people. how sad is that. FAVORITES [COLOR]: clear. [NUMBER]: 9. [SUBJECT]: drama. [CLOTHING BRAND]: old navy, because it's the only brand i can afford. [SHOE BRAND]: reebok, because they're the only shoes i have (currently). [SPORT TO WATCH]: soccer. [DRINK]: the blood of those who anger me. and dole kiwi strawberry (from the carts!). [ANIMAL]: raccoons. [HOLIDAY]: christmas. i'm not very creative. [MUSIC]: depends on my mood. when i feel like dancing i listen to hip-hop, when i feel bored i listen to rock, when i feel like singing i listen to oldies. but i never get bored of motown hits. [MOVIE]: i'd have to say . . . aladdin. WHO [makes you laugh the most?]: bianca. [makes you smile]: lots of people. [gives you a good feeling when you see them]: hehe . . . can't say. [easiest to talk to]: ciara and chiara. DO YOU EVER [Sit on the Internet all day waiting for someone special to IM you?]: not ALL day . . . [save AOL/aim conversations]: when they're important or especially funny. or when i know i will be able to throw this at the person's face in the future. [wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: no. [cry because of someone saying something to you]: yeah. HAVE YOU EVER [fallen for your best friend]: my first girlfriend. [been rejected]: yes. yes yes yes yes yes. [rejected someone]: yes . . . [used someone]: not that i can recall. [been cheated on]: yes. my first girlfriend kissing my best friend. [done something you regret]: who hasn't. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON [you talked to on the phone]: my mother. [hugged]: voluntarily? ciara. [you instant messaged]: ciara. [you laughed with]: my little brothers and sisters. DO YOU, ARE YOU [smoke cigarettes]: no. [obsessive]: about what . . . ? [could you live without the computer?]: i'd live, but not happily. [how many peeps are on your buddylist?]: 180 (is that the max?) [what's your favorite food?]: the intestines of those who anger me. and really good pancakes (orgasm!) [what's your favorite fruit?]: coconut. no, pineapple. no, coconut. no, wait . . . can i pick two? [drink alcohol?]: nope. [like watching sunrises or sunset]: sunset, i can never get up early enough for sunrises. but then again, what is a sunset, but another man's sunrise? oohh, gettin' philosophical on yo ass. [what bothers me the most?]: when people think that this symbol - ` - is the equivalent of a single quotation mark. like when people go like this: `this' is annoying. or even worse, when they double it. jimmy said ``eat my shorts". NO! NO! they're not the damn same, idiots! [trust others way too easily?]: hell fucking yes. NUMBER [of times I have had my heart broken?]: only really once. [of hearts u have broken?]: i think only one . . . i hope . . . ? [of continents I have lived in?]: 1. [of drugs taken illegally?]: absolutely zero. [of CD's that I own?]: too poor for cds. i download music, y0. [of scars on my body?]: i don't think i have any. maybe just one, but i don't know where. [of things in my past that I regret?]: what's up with asking me about things that i regret? umm . . . can't count that high? PICK ONE [MARRY PERFECT FRIEND OR PERFECT LOVER]: perfect lover. [CATS OR DOGS]: cats. [1 PILLOW OR 2]: 2. one for my head and one for between my legs. [W/ OR W/O ICE CUBES]: with. [TOP OR BOTTOM]: bottom . . . ? [WINTER/SPRING/SUMMER/FALL]: fucking hate winter. i guess summer, because that's when my birthday is. [NIGHT OR DAY]: night. [GLOVES OR MITTENS]: gloves. [DRESSED OR UNDRESSED]: undressed. we were born naked, and should live naked, if you ask me. [BUNK OR WATER BED]: bunk bed. water beds scare me. [MTV OR VH1]: mtv. i'd like vh1 if they played more pop-up video. [OCEAN OR POOL]: pool. it's a bitch finging in the ocean. [SHOWERS OR BATHS]: baths. [LOVE OR LUST]: honestly? love. i mean lust is fun when you're young, but you can't lust forever. [SILVER OR GOLD]: silver. [DIAMONDS OR PEARLS]: diamonds? because they cost more. and if i sell them i get more money. IF YOU COULD [Move anywhere]: spain. [Meet one famous person]: can they be dead? if so, elvis. [Live with one person the rest of your life]: her. [Name one thing you love]: music. [Name one thing that embarrasses you]: my lack of physical coordination for sports. [Do you like school?]: honestly . . . no. but it's not as bad as some people make it seem. [Do you like to talk on the telephone?]: depends on with who. [Do you like to dance?]: very much so. [Do you sing in the shower?]: ALL THE TIME. [Do you think cheerleading is a sport?]: sure. [What's on your ceiling?]: nothing. [What's the hardest thing about growing up?]: being compared to everyone else. Comment! (0) | Recommend! but february made me GLOOMY Tuesday. 02.17.04 03:19 pm mood: longing it seems like my family trips are become more and more useless. last time, it was a weekend trip to angel's camp, and all we did was play pool and went swimming (despite freezing temperatures). we did take a little walk in this park-like area and bought candy at an "authentic" candy shop, but that was it. this weekend i spent with my dad to take our annual snow trip with his church. i got there on saturday and spent all day on the computer. the next day we went to church and then afterwards went to the snow, but there was like an hour delay because someone locked themselves out of the car.  we arrived in the evening and arranged who slept where. i spent the rest of the day playing pool (trips away from home often involve playing pool). the next day we actually went to the snow. i went down a steep hill on those suicide circular sled thingies and nearly busted my head open on the hard snow / ice. what fun. then, since i had school on tuesday (today) and my brother didn't, i had to ride home with another family and my uncle. they had a playstation 2 in their car, which was cool, but only this one guy got to play. and damn were they boring. i tried starting a conversation with the guy, but he just gave me a half-assed response and continued playing tony hawk's underground. and on top of that, they had the air conditioning blasting. i asked one of them to kindly turn it down, but they denied that it was even on. i didn't have a jacket because it was drenched from playing in the snow, so i tried to sleep while cold air was blasting into my face. and on top of that, all i could think about was "her". any song that was playing on the radio had something to do with her. it was horrible; i don't want to sound all stalkerish, but i just could not stop thinking about her. it's fucking post-valentine's day depression, god damnit. 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