Family = Home

I love my family. When I'm not with them I miss them.
I miss everyone actually.
I hate being alone. It reminds me of how I used to be and that scares me. That shouldn't make sense. I'm so used to being alone, and entertaining myself, that I'm accustomed to it, but when I am alone I die inside. It actually does make sense though... I'm scared of hurt. I'm afraid of loss, hunger, suffering, drama... When I'm alone I can't stop myself from thinking about it. From thinking about things I'm trying to keep myself from thinking about.

My insides ache. Not just because I feel alone, but because I miss the people who understood. Who would hug me the minute I would start crying, no matter the reason, who gave me the benefit of the doubt... who always would put sunshine in my heart. I miss the people who built me up. Now, I feel like half of me is missing when they aren't here anymore. It was a luxury, and now I understand what it feels like to have no one to talk to. I don't mean that literally. I have a lot of people I can talk to. Tell anything to. But I miss the people who saw through the words, and saw the hurting me inside. Instead of "I'm sorry" they knew what to say to make me smile, make me think, and make me feel relieved. It wasn't just a friend thing. It was deeper. I understand what it feels like to be alone.
A hurt heart can feel everything. Like all of it's senses are enhanced so when you fall again, it hurts that much more. You're not trying to be dramatic, you're not trying to be sulky and selfish. You're not even trying to be sad. But your heart is hurt. Recovery is not always found in happiness, and I want to believe that my pain is necessary. Necessary for ME to understand others. To hug them the minute they start crying, to know exactly what to say, to see through the words, to refrain from judgment... just to be there. Knowing pain makes it less annoying. But why does this road have to ache so much? I long to be content. I long to be released from restlessness. I long to be free from my selfishness. Wishes... I'm not free yet. I have enhanced senses, and I'm still falling. Crack, goes my walls when the slightest quiver shakes me. The salt in my tears annoys me, but my recovery isn't in His will yet. My patience is. Teach me how to be patient when it hurts to breathe. When those who I love are ripped away. When my friends hurt me. When my walls crack under pressure. Teach me patience when I don't know how to walk, I've been down so long. When I don't know how to hold on to the things I love. When I don't know how to hold on to myself. Teach me patience when I'm homeless.

I don't hate right now. I'm bitter, but I don't hate. I'm angry, but I don't hate. I don't understand, but I don't hate. Facing my fears isn't hate. It's what I've been told to do. I wish I could be stonger when I face them. I wish I could be patient when I stand amidst them. I have enhanced senses. And a hurt heart.
I know... that didn't make a whole lot of sense (to most of you). My emotions don't make sense...

How do you not tell anyone your pain, and not keep it bottled up inside? Like this? Writing it out? Well, this hard. I can't type out everything like I could say it. But I can't say everything like I could write it. Why is that? I'm lost...
Home is where the heart is. My heart is... lost. Where is home? Where is my home? I need it. I need to understand what it means to be homesick. I want to understand what it feels like to make myself at home. I want my home. I want to feel at home. That's where my heart is.
My family. I think they are my home. They are the only people right now that put up with my selfishness and don't judge me because of it. They understand what it's like. They've been there. They would hug me the second I start crying, no matter the reason. I believe that. They see through my words to the hurting Becca inside. They know what to say. They put sunshine in my heart. You always come back to home- I'll always come back to my family. They've taught me patience. To persevere through the pain when it hurts to breathe. They are consistent. I am blessed with a luxury.

You're probably wondering what the heck I've been drinking, and why I got so mushy in a post that the world can see. I'm glad the world can see. The truth is, I've spent most of this week "alone" but I'm surrounded by my family. I've felt hurt from almost everyone and there they are with open arms. I guess I'm not so alone. Even if my friends hurt, judge, and leave me, I'm not alone. Thank God.

Hugs on the other hand...

Sick.

I feel like Blogger should memorize the font I ALWAYS use so I don't have to change it every time I do a new post. It's annoying. Anyways...
Hello, world. I'm sick today. Like my throat is on fire whenever I do anything to use it. (All this green tea, I'm inhaling, better improve my overall health) It's a cold. I think. Whatever. the main point is :
I can't do that
<-- Well I couldn't do that anyway but now I REALLY can't do it. So I have been obsessing over the last minute and a half of Stick Stickly by Attack Attack! Thank you, Chad. I want to jump up and down, hold a guitar over my head, and stick my tongue out like one of the dudes on the music video. BEAST. :D Also this is something that really annoys me: Owl City is sold out. HECK. I was going to buy tickets for my friend, Rose, and I think they went on sale at the end of November. The concert is in February. Sheesh. 1. Remodel your theater so it fits more people and 2. Sell more tickets, and notify me when you do. I get to see Rose, if I'm not still sick, this Friday! We'll be working on a cover of Winter Wonderland. I was skeptical but apparently it will be a cover of cover of Winter Wonderland. Jason Mraz did a cover, and we're doing a cover of HIS cover. It's actually kinda cool and original sounding. :)



See? Not bad.
"Look What You've Done" - Jet

Hugs on the other hand...

Rain

IT'S RAINING! :D
I love rain. I don't like shivering in the rain, but I like the feeling of it when it hits my skin. Like a really big cold showe.... never mind. Bad example. Rain= Awesome. I mean, hey! This Storm trooper agrees with me. :) You don't argue with storm troopers. It goes without saying. I feel like I should write some special Christmas post since it's sneaking up incredibly fast, but I wouldn't know what to write. Merry Christmas! There you go. :) Just kidding. I'll have to think. It would have to be serious.... Which I can't do right now. Heh. My weekend is PACKED. Friday afternoon/morning I'm hopefully going to see that new Rugby film with Jack and Taylor (some buddies), Friday night I'm going to Elizabeth's muscial (A good friend of Mary's), Saturday morning I'm going to try to go to Vapor, Saturday night I'm babysitting for some people I've never met, and Sunday I have family/friend stuff, and Church. Phew.
I hope I don't die today, in this Tornado Warning. I haven't been to Ireland yet. :( I must go to Ireland before I die. MUST. And Africa. I miss Africa. You might say that is weird since I came to the US when I was 5, but I remember almost all of it. I'm trying to find the point in why I even started this post... I don't think it was just rain...Haha maybe I will just write this whole thing on rain. Like some sort of dedication.... to um weather.... bad idea.
I think I'll go do something and come back so I have something better to write about. :'(

PHEW. One day later. Yikes. I'm feeling my addiction to sleep coming back. I'll start going to bed early, sleeping drastically late, and taking numerous naps. Why? Because I have no life. 1. Because my dreams are slightly more interesting than the world around me. Maybe some day I'll be able to control them. 2. One of the only times I feel at peace, and completely content... Unless the sheets come off the bed. I hate that. and 3. It just feels GOOD. To sleep. Who know BECCA, of all people, would love sleep THIS much.

PHEW. Okay- What's wrong with me. I started this post like... 3 days ago. Sheesh. It's not even that long. Anyways. I'm listening to Fuzzy Blue Lights. Over there -->

You know what I've found really frustrating? I feel like my meds aren't working as well as they used to. I've been so down lately and I can't put my finger on why. I have 10 millions to be happy and I'm... not. That frustrates me :/ Oh well. It's probably just a really long mood swing. 

Hugs on the other hand...

Silly Post

<-- I find that humorous
Well after the post below, I'm not quite sure what to write....Hmm....

I said I would write a funny post...You know what?

badgerbadgerbadger.com
Go there.
Right now.

Um.
I have karate tomorrow. :-)
I'm not sure whether or not I should capitalize "karate"...Okay. Silly post fail. The picture's funny though.




'Night, person.

Hugs on the other hand.

Serious Post

So today I wanted to fit in two posts: A serious one, and a silly post. Judging by the title, you can already guess what type this one is. The picture probably helps a little too. Ever wonder why I use a picture in all of my posts? Sometimes I don't even talk about the picture. I do it because it sets the mood for the post. Sometimes I may add it just because I really like it, but most of the time I do it so I can prepare your emotions for what's to come next, a prolouge to my post.
I do, however, want to talk about this photograph. It really cries out to me. Look at it. At first glance (to me), the clouds overpower. Grey, pushed together, and sort of grumpy looking. Then the crows. Crows have always symbolized death, darkness, or some sad emotion. From Edgar Allen Poe's the "Raven" which is pretty much a crow, to scarecrows, and so on. I look at this, and the girl is LETTING the crow sit on her finger... as if she welcomes it. You also notice the ferris wheel in the background with a bunch of people on it. The girl is not on this wheel. She is sitting far away, holding a crow, and letting the grumpy wind mess her hair up. She also has her knees up. Whenever I'm lonely, sad, or emotional it's a natural instinct to curl up and wrap my arms around my knees. Alright. You get my point, I'm sure. Tone set. This post will probably not be as random, light, and fluffy as the majority of my other ones. If you were looking for a random, light, and fluffy post then please, go right ahead and endulge yourself in a less "serious" post. (I'm getting tired of the word "post"... There has to be another word for it...)

There are a few things I want to talk/type about, and I'm not sure where to start. Why can't I make myself stop procrastinating? Why do people scare me? When will I be able to be thankful, and bless God for what He's given me? Why is America so self-centered? Countless serious topics we could discuss and easily make ourselves sick with selfishness and sadness, but I want to start with people. Why DO they scare me? This has bothered me for some time. By some time, I mean the majority of my life. I've always been scared to open up, scared to be nice, scared to let anyone outside of my family see the real me. The answer, as complicated, and unrealistic as it may be, I fully understand. BUT it's the answer that really bothers me. So I keep asking the same question, hoping to get a different answer but every time I'm fueled with the same response, the same confusion, and same self-pitying sulk that evades my personal space. Every. Time. Why Why Why?! I cry out. But I know why. Trust and forgiveness. Past experiences have their own special way of fast forwarding to present time, and slapping me in the face with similair experiences ALL to do with people. Becca's been betrayed. Becca's been left behind. Becca's not loved enough. Becca's doesn't have friends. Becca's hurt. Becca's this. Becca's that. Stop me if you're tired of hearing my name. Personnally, I AM. Why can't I just let it go? My past is my past. Yes, people can be jerks, but so can I. I'm positive that sometime in my life, I've hurt someone in some way whether I've meant to or not. My mind is saying "But it's different" How, mind? How is it different? How is my pain more special? How is it bigger or more important? So you get why this bothers me. I go through this cycle. I wallow in my suffering, and count my misfortunes until it just about does me in. I realize how utterly selfish and ungrateful I am for the life God's let me live, for the path he's let me walk on, and the experiences he's let me go through. I turn back to him in humility, thank him, and it starts over again with a new problem involving a new person. What a God. To renew me time and time again, even though He knows I'll just fall again. But I'm getting sidetracked. I have trust and forgiveness issues. I have people who trust me. I have people who've forgiven me, yet I can't seem to do the same for my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. God have mercy. This is what bothers me so much.
Procastination is sort of a side issue. I have ADD and take meds for it too. I'm homeschooled, have time, and the brain but I just can't force myself to do things when I should do them so I'm not up the night before until 2 in the morning with no sleep. I'm confident that if I DID I would succeed way better in school. Problem? Yes. :/
I remember waking up every morning and hearing my mom say "This is the day the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad of it." I think we get away from that too often. Me, in particular. Once something bad happens in my day, my mood is set, and it automatically ends my good attitude right then and there. That and the whole concept of getting caught up in our problems is an issue. My also mom says "Count your blessings" a lot. And I am indeed blessed beyond meausre. I have the best family that fits together as if every single person is a certain puzzle piece. We fight, yes, but I don't know many daughters who feel like they can tell their moms pretty much anything. I'm blessed to have a mother so understanding, Godly, wise, and real. My sisters are my best friends. They have been SUCH a gift to me. They listen, they advice, they keep me company. I go over to my sister's apartment every day, and it amazes me how she's not sick of me yet. My oldest sister still goofs around and smiles whenever she see's me, despite my issues with depression. My dad... Oh gosh, my dad. He is a living miracle. When I think about all he's been through, and going through; and how he still manages to hold as much love as he does, for others, in his heart... it brings tears to my eyes. A living, breathing miracle. I don't think we realize how much of a blessing having a family really is. I have the bestestestestest friend in the world. (oh grammar can go eat some veggies) Through the rants, the tears, the pain, the sin, and the wallowing, he is STILL here. That amazes me. I can be my total self around him and not worry about him getting up and walking away because I'm not good enough. I can honestly say, I don't know HOW I would have gotten through this journey without him. THAT is a blessing. I am surrounded by people who love me, who give me second chances, who forgive me, and who bring me closer to my Father. How could I ever forget to thank God for that? HOW? How can I skim over these incredible, mind-blowing gifts and stay transfixed on the trials I'm currently going through. Trials are even blessings, without which, I wouldn't be the person I am today. They've made me stronger. They've taught me countless things. How can I forget to thank God for using them to make me a better person? God... have mercy.
I'm not really sure what to write next. I don't want to rant about America because somehow I just end up on Hollywood, and I'm sick of Hollywood. I guess I use the rest of this post as a thank you.
Thank you, people. Thank you for breathing on this planet, and fulfilling God's glory, even if I can only focus on what you have done to wrong me. Thank you for looking past that. Thank you for using your beautiful talents to show others how amazing God is. Thank you for working your hardest to learn as much as you can, so you can succeed further in life.
Thank you, family. Mom, Dad, Mary, Mel. You are my treasure. Thank you for not giving up on me when I became too much to handle. Thank you for keeping me company when my friends didn't. Thank you for taking my side, even when it felt like you weren't. Thank you for being here, in this family. Thank you for walking beside me, and encouraging me, even when I just wanted to be a victim.
Thank you, Pete. Thank you for not being like every other person. Thank you for being unique, and hilarious. Thank you for putting up with my constant rambling, and whining. Thank you for pointing my to Christ and His perfect picture of loyalty and love. Thank you for not giving up and walking away, when time made it really hard not to. Thank you for being awesome. No one could ever replace you.
Thank you, pain. You're mean, but I need you. Thank you, for being there so I can grow and learn. Thank you for being a part of God's masterful painting, and fulfilling his purpose, tear by tear.
Thank you, God. You. Are. Awesome. Thank you, for being you. For loving me in the midst of my sin, and self-pity. Thank you for reminding me that this isn't just useless hurt that will never go away, and showing me examples from my past. Thank you for sending your Holy Spirit to work inside me, and help me to glorify you more efficiently. Thank you, God, for holding me when I thought I was falling, when I strayed, and when I felt too tired to carry on. Thank you for using the people in my life to bring me closer to you. Thank you for giving them patience to deal with me, and my selfishness. Thank you.



And on a less serious note:
Hugs on the other hand...

Speak, Pizza, Ridiculous Amounts of Caffeine, and a Holiday Called: Stress

I finished a book last night called Speak and it was really good. I don't want spoil it for you in case you ever plan on reading it, but I can relate to the main character very well. The entire book is written in present tense, which is very hard to do (or maybe just to me), and blunt. By blunt I mean she uses short sentences, and she puts into practice this quote: "Say what you mean, and mean what you say". Successfully, I might add. At first, it was slow, but then as I got used to the tone of the book, it got more and more interesting. Good book. You should read it.

Almost 30 minutes to an hour ago, John got Mary, Elizabeth, and I PIZZA! Pizza! Bad, cravings. Bad. You'll be the death of me... No, really. By the time I'm 30 I swear I'm going to resemble a certain Aunt Marge from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. And that will kill me. Obesity kills. I have an eating disorder. And not the kind where you DON'T eat or you BARF up all your food. The kind that actually sounds like it's name. An EATING disorder. As in, Becca eats too much. But food is good... And how can you pass up long-wanted pizza?! HOW? I must know!!! Did I really just rant on about on about getting fat? Speaking of which, it would be cool to be a cow for a day, no a week. :)

So today I awoke at 6:30 AM, which is early for me. I died of exhaustion, so naturally I thought "Caffeine!". Dr. Pepper. After that beverage we went to my Madre's doctor's appointment, and there I was still crippling myself from sleepiness, so naturally I thought "Caffeine". Starbucks. After this...Okay this is getting annoying. This is all the caffeine I had today:

-Dr. Pepper

-Cappuccino

-Diet Coke

-Mug of regular caffeinated coffee.

Tada! Caffeine overload!

I hate how you always do most of your rushing AROUND the holidays. Holidays insinuate thoughts like "Peace", "Break", "Sleep", and "No homework"

You couldn't get any more opposite. Think about it. You're rushing (well I am) to get your homework turned in before Christmas "break", and then all your teachers GIVE you homework TO DO on your "break". Why is it called a "break", if it's... well... not? You're family, and everyone else you know is rushing to get presents... on sale. Rushing to plan parties. And do you think that you're sleeping or relaxing while this is going on? I don't think so, Bob.

Hugs on the other hand...

Temper Trap, Garlic Bread, and Dihydrogen Monoxide= My day. :]

So look over there ---> And listen to "Sweet Disposition"

I'm listening to Mary. It's bitter-sweet. Sweet because she's so talented, and whenever I hear her skills on the piano and vocals, my heart warms. Bitter because, while I love having her play for my family "only" (with exceptions), I wish the world could see her and have all their hearts warm as well. It's a bit different since she is my sister. Either way, I thank God for her abilities, and talents. 

Today has been really good so far. A lot of my days are good, but today in particular. I don't have a Chemistry test to take (she didn't give us one :D), and the sky cried rain down, and exhaled a fair amount of wind. It felt good on my face. I then spent the rest of the day (until now, since I don't what's happening next.... Good example: Right as I typed that, Mary did a Beethoven and dramatically ran her hands all the way down the keyboard) with Mary, being awesome. I don't think you really wanna know every single little thing I did, because that's boring and unnecessary so I'm going to leave that out of here. Good for me. You know what? No? Then leave. I was going say....THAT MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK IS DONE. Like you totally care. :P 

I am soooo not looking forward to next week. Monday is a sad sad sad day. Why you ask? Because I said so. It is the day that we must sing to incredibly (INCREDIBLY) cheesy music, screech out our solos, and pretend to be"happy" and "cheery" and "not bored" when we do it. THIS shall be a challenge. Allow me to be blunt: Not only will I be bored, but I will be frustrated that I'm singing a whole solo by myself, no one else, in a PRAISE AND WORSHIP BAND. Seriously, people?! Yes. Seriously. Blehhhhh. 

ANYWAY. I totally got off track. Why my day was/is good. Right. I almost typed "Tight" ha. And I laughed too. :D I also ate strawberry ice cream, made Young Frankenstein jokes, played- crap. I forgot I wasn't telling you everything in my day. Wow. Facepalm, Becca, facepalm. Throw in a palmface too.

And Mary stares into the atmosphere pondering the weight and meaning of life as her eyes flash from object to object. Worry creases her forehead "She's not answering her phone"

Funny funny funny. Twas a joke, senior citizen peep. You know, like the marshmellow? WHY IS MARSHMELLOW UNDERLINED IN RED!?!?!? What is this hypocrasy?! Why is that underlined in red? probably because I misspelled it. BTW don't listen to "Time to Pretend" by Mgmt over there --->

Why? Well I listened to an edited version on the radio, I looked up the lyrics.......wait. I removed it nevermind. Sheesh I'm so scatterbrained. 

The 2010 Winter Olympics are being held in Canada and some pretty interesting questions were asked. I'm sad to inform you that the answers are jokes, but the questions are authentic and....yeah (Thank you, James)

These are just a few of my favorites:

Q: Will I be able to see Polar Bears in the street? ( USA )

A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.

Q: I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto - can I follow the Railroad tracks? (Sweden)

A: Sure it's only Four thousand miles, take lots of water.

Q: Do you have perfume in Canada ? ( Germany )

A: No, WE don't stink. 

Q: Are there supermarkets in Toronto and is milk available all year round? ( Germany )

A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of Vegan hunter/gathers. Milk is illegal.

Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? ( USA )

A: Yes, but you will have to learn it first.

Okay.

Also, if you think about it, Christmas is weird. I mean you put a tree in your living room (once a year) and put weird random ornaments and such on it. That's weird if you think about it. And putting PRESENTS under it? Do you go outside in winter and put gifts under the first pine you see? Maybe that's why the tree is INSIDE....Hmm...

Hugs on the other hand...

I'm going crazy

Hello, world. I'm sorry for being stupid and staying up too late but I can't help it. It's 3:30 AM and my head is still swimming with confusion, grogginess, wishes, restlessness, and inability to properly function. That's my excuse. And I can't stop thinking. I even wrote a song. But I'm too hesitant to post the lyrics on here for fear of someone stealing my words and calling them their own. Sometimes I feel like I should stay up late so then I can appreciate sleep more. I don't know... I'm weird tonight, though. My usual humor isn't present if you haven't noticed, and I'm listening to the same depressing song over and over and over again; and have been since noon. Sad, I know. Pathetic? I really think so. I desperately want a hug right now. I don't know why, I just do. And after writing that, I sort of expect one of my imaginary friends to appear and give me a big, big, big hug and tell me it's okay even when I don't know what's wrong. But there must be hope yet, because I just changed the song to John Mayor. I love his face. It makes my fingers melt against these keys, yet here I am, typing as fast as ever (If not faster). I'm rushing for nothing. For once in my life, I feel closer to females. Not my incredible sisters, who I adore right now, but females in general. I realize that they hurt a lot, like me. They have mean people hurt them, and then walk away like nothing happened. I sounded like a two year old right there. "mean people"? Seriously, Becca? I thought you wanted to be a writer... But only half of that is true, I guess because they don't act like nothing happened. They either pretend, or they are really over-dramatic about it. And I know that I am too about practically everything. Sometimes I think I try to keep from being happy, because I'm scared of feeling numb. Sometimes I think that pain is better than nothing. Or that because life hurts because It's punishing me. That's an interesting thought... Life punishing you... You know, not having your meds for three to four days in a row really brings out the honesty and nonsense you didn't know you had. It's weird. Again, can't I find a better word than weird? Probably, I just don't want to work at it. I think I'm a cow. I can only eat, and am a complete waste of space. I don't believe that, but sometimes I feel like I should. I'm not making sense, world, am I? I thought as much right as I began this blog post. Well I will set your mind at ease and leave this post to end before too much damage comes. Thank you for reading, world.


I guess I'll end this normally then...
Hugs on the other hand...

Thanksgiving: 5-thousand emotions crammed into one stomache, and one night.

I really REALLY love this picture. I wish I could draw that. Anyways. Back to whatever the heck I was going to type about.
0. It is 1:06 AM and I think I'm going to go insane. I'm not tired, and I'm normally dead asleep by this hour. It's crazy! It's also crazy that Auburn lost! CRAZY!
1. Thanksgiving: literally 2 days ago. *sigh* Most Thanksgivings consist of family gatherings, eating, car rides, long sleeps (Yes I sleeps. Deal.), and tummy aches. ( I said tummy too. Deal, I say.) mine, however, most certainly did not. Well...half of that is true. It did have eating, family gatherings, and tummy aches, but there are numerous plus signs added to that as well. PAUSE. My thigh itches...Okay: PLAY. "READ WITCH YO GLASSES" Sorry....I did said Play, didn't I? My Thanksgiving consisted of the removal of wisdom teeth, the cooking of scrumptious food (yes I cooked, and did NOT ruin everything. :P), the eating of scrumptious food, the playing of "Sorry", the intense realization that at that current time: 11:30 PM, water had been bubbling out of the ground, under our porch, from a broken pipe, since noon, and was pouring down the drive way and into the street, (Bad sentence structure, that I recognized, weirdo), the weird sensation of my hair still being ridiculously curly from that morning, and felt as if it was someone else's that was glued to my odd head, the weird sensation of not being able to wash "someone else's hair" because of having to turn off the water, the intense leaking of the disposal side to Mary and Melissa's sink, and eating extra homemade pie. Not in that order. :) OH I also rammed my head into a cupboard in the kitchen that I (AHEM) instinctively put a sign on. It read: "Do not hit your head on this corner, or this one, or it will hurt." plus a bunch of unnecessary smilies and the drawing of a hand. (And some other stuff that I'm too tired to rack my brain for.)
(THAT WAS A NUMBER #1?! YOU CRAZY? I KNEW IT!!!)
Well you do know...
2. BLOG: Hello?! If you have NOT noticed my awesome new template then there's a facepalm waiting for you in the nearest bathroom. You now have to pee. :) I like doing that... Smiling... Anyways, I really like it. A. it's not as busy. B. It's JAPANESE/ASIAN or C. It took time and help from her deeply loved nincompoop: Mary. I choose...All of the above! :D (Even though it wasn't really an option. Deal, I say.)
3. Orange Junk: Y.U.M.M.Y. It consists of : Awesomeness, marshmellows, awesomeness, manderine oranges, awesomeness, orange jello, awesomeness, and cool whip....and awesomeness. (AWESOME OVERLOAD)
4. My phone is dead. Again. *sigh*
5. Your phone is dead. Again. No? Oh... *sigh*
6. I need new chapstick.
7. Who new that underneath this cover of clumsyness, was a cook?! NOT ME! I helped my nincompoopy sister cook soup today, and it tasted yuuummmmyyyy. :)
8. WE DIDN"T REACH 10!!!! D: (Read 9 and it will make sense)
9. I am tired. Goodnight, world.


Hugs on the other hand...

Meow

YOU SHALL NOT PASSSSSS.
Gandalf. You know, from Lord of the Rings. That's who it looks and sounds like: minus the odd and random stick sword. "Are you sure it's a STICK sword?" Um yes? Would I lie about something I have absolutely no idea about? Maybe. So I hope today is a good. I think it may be. Why? Because 1. When I came into the kitchen at my mom's office, there was a huge bucket of kit-kats with an imaginary sign reading "Eat". So naturally, I did, and it made my brain smile. 2. Because I get to go to Mary's for 3 hours and be awesome, which isn't a long time, but you know, it's better than being stuck at your madre's office and being forced to do necessary homeowork ALL day. 4. Karate. "WHAT???" Yes. Karate. I have had a new change of mind recently towards recent events, and shall take full advantage of Karate to practice my change of mind, and "better" attitude. I also want to kick someone. :) 5. I'm going to attempt to write an entire rough draft, thesis, main points, revision...etc in *drumroll* ONE HOUR. If I succeed, then I'M AWESOME, GIVE ME HUGS...OR CAKE...OR...YEAH. If not, then I'm awesome, give me hugs...or cake...or...yeah anyway. :P I will TRY anyhoo, and it will amazing. It better be. I'm skipping my social time at lunch to do this. *sigh* bad coffee is bad. But it's coffee. So I shall drink it. Hey guess what? No. YOU ARE WRONNNGGG. My pencil is blue. :) That's what. DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD.

Now that, THAT nonsensey segment of this post is over with I shall proceed with more informative "stuff". Or maybe just stuff...Idk.
I feel smart.
Obama is going to CHINA (jealous) today, for 3 days. "3 days in Asia"
What's her face quotes "It's good he found the solutions to our country's problems before he goes."
What's his face- "What solutions?"
What's her face- "Hahaha..."
Me- "Hahaha..."
I laughed too. Sorry.

I named a mouse mickey last night. No I didn't. Yes I did. Yes I did. I WIN.

That's right. You don't win. BAHAHA- I know. Do I? Yes, my fellow feathered friend, I do.
OKAY:
I am SO sick of being on facebook and seeing these love-dovey girly bumperstickers.
Check this out, and may your brains bleed:
Nevermind...I just realized it was a quote from Michael Jackson's song ABC or whatever. (when he was a kid...and when he was cute and black.)
No joke. Haha. That was actually kind of funny.

And someone just gave me 4 3-Mustakeers bars. Welcome, good day. :]

Hugs on the other hand...

3...And That's All I have to Say About It....Wait No....34...Okay I'm Done.

Quotes that I felt like copy and pasting:

Magnetism, as you recall from physics class, is a powerful force that causes certain items to be attracted to refrigerators.
-Dave Barry

Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.
-Dave Barry

Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
-Dave Barry

[OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! I WILL JUST POST DAVE BARRY QUOTES ONLY BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF TYPING OUT HIS VERY STUPID NAME.]

Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer.
-someone

We'll try to cooperate fully with the IRS, because, as citizens, we feel a strong patriotic duty not to go to jail.
-someone

Okay
I'm done.
No, sorry that "Okay. I'm done." was not a quote by Dave Barry. Sorry. I just said sorry twice. I'm weird. No I'm not. Yes I am. Yes I am. I WIN.


DUN DUN DUN. I don't know. Okay so today I FINALLY watched "Coraline" (the movie by tim burton) and I love it, adore it, relish it, and other things things that are good and end with "it". It was awesome. Button eyes, and all. VERY creative and awesome. Except, I wish I knew how to spell the boy's name. Wyobie. Whybie. Wybie. Whyobye. See? Tortue, man. But it really was an awesome movie. I wish I saw THAT instead of Mall Cop that one time at the Galleria... Thank you, Jack.
Yum. Vitamin Water XXX (THAT'S WHAT IT'S CALLED I PROMISE. NOTHING DIRTY HERE.) is yummalicious. Maybe not the best word, but you get what I'm saying. Well do you? You don't? Then leave. Now.

I was kidding. Did you leave? Obviously not, because you're still reading this. GOSH, you're weird. Along with Mr. Rodgers. But he's awesome, so it's okay. I mean hey, wouldn't YOU like to wear the exact same sweater to work every single nincompoopy day of the week? And not get criticised for it? And spell "criticised" correctly? And actually care if you spelled it right or not? Don't answer that. Because guess what? I care, but 1. I can't hear your answer and 2. You'll be talking to yourself, which is fun but doesn't give off the best vibes to those who have to sit in the same room as you. SO you'd best be off NOT responding....out loud...

In fact-
Nevermind.

I'm mad that this won't show the whole motivational poster. It cut off some white lines, and dang it, I WANT THOSE WHITE LINES.
Mkay.

I love you.
Hugs on the other hand...

"Tragedy" by Brandi Carlile

"Tragedy"
By: Brandi Carlile


Sorry I'm only
Human you know me
Grown up oh no guess again

My days always
Dry up and blow away
Sometimes I could do that too
But make no mistake that

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as
The end

Progress, changing
Growing then giving up
Somehow we're never quite prepared
But I understand it

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as
The end

So taking you with me would be like
Taking all your money to the grave
It does no good to anyone especially
The one you're trying to save
But it's so hard not to save

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as
The end

"On the Radio" Regina Spektor

"On the Radio"
By: Regina Spektor

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

WARNING: It's a Possibility That I Have No Idea What I'm Talking About.

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Anyways. Widget. Okay. I'm done. I think. Hi.
Dear Reader, that's you,
It's the final countdown! Da na na na Da na na na na Da na na na Da na na na na na Da na na na Da na na na na Da na na na na Da na na na na na na Na na na Na na na na na Na na Na na na na na. Doo doo doo doo.
I played that song on repeat this morning. It was awesome. Do it sometime. And while you're at it buy a kilt. Kilts are awesome. I would laugh though. Because you wouldn't actually buy a kilt. So you would be lying. Which is a bad bad thing. Don't lie. Unless you get a cookie for it. Kidding. Don't lie unless you get 2 cookies for it. I caution you though, when you meet Darth Vader in the toilet paper department in Walmart, you're insane. That's my caution.


Hey, I added new pictures. :D
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
They are that way. -->
I promise.


Hugs on the other hand...

My life is a Fail with a capital "F"

I love this picture so much. It's adorable. Even with a bunny that looks like a stuffed animal, waving all by itself. :) Kawwwwaiiii


Today was indecisive. It couldn't make up it's mind on whether it sucked or not. I have a group project, due Monday, and we "filmed" some of it today and I have to say...it was....wow. I mean sure it's a load of fun having your boyfriend put mud all over your face, having to hold Anderson (who is almost as tall as me o.O) and rock him like a baby, while he sucks his thumb. I bet you wish you knew how fun that was...and will be because we're doing it tomorrow too. >.<
BUT a plus: yesterday was a BLAST.
I went to the galleria with Jack, Taylor, Austin, Jota, Maria, Sebs...etc (etc is because I don't remember the other dude's name.) And it was fun. We played darts in Buckle and got picked on and laughed at by the guy's that worked there. (And I accidentally called my mom and she listened to it for 5 minutes until I realized voices were coming from my pants. Awkward.) We pretty much played darts throughout the whole place though. It was pretty awesome. THEN taylors bro and "momma" came and after a lot of lillygagging, we went to his house and watched Hot Rod which I almost wet my pants laughing at. Cool beans. Co-o-o-o-o-ol cool co-o-o-oooool. Ba-beans beans be-be-beans. :D FTW. For the waffle!!

BUT minus: My life= fail. Happy. Sad. Annoying. Chaotic. Busy. bleh bleh bleh. It can't make up it's mind!!! I feel like a nincomppop. FAIL. Nincompoop. There. AANNYYYWWAAYYSS. I'm still having trouble forgetting/getting past some drama with some people. New drama is forming. I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. I have the most hilarious and loyal friends in the universe. I'm losing relationships with more than a couple people and I'm terrified because I don't know what to do to stop it. I'm TOO busy with homework, and yet my social life still exists. Don't ask me how. Let's just say I have an amazing mother. Yadda yickity yack.

"Kids" by MGMT literally describes exactly how I feel right now. Growing up hurts. A lot.

Hugs on the other hand...

It's Always Babies...Except When It Isn't...

Hi hello hiya. That was weird. You were totally expecting more variations of "hello" but I didn't give it to you did I? Nope. I didn't give it to you. There is no way I gave that to you. No sir. No ma'am. I did NOT give it to you. Did I give it to you? No, nope, no way, not a chance, Bob.

Okay: 1. That is a cute, or kawaii (which actually sounds cuter than the word "cute" by the way) picture. I'm digging the "You" on the bib. Random awesomeness right there. And on a baby too! :D I just corrected myself. I almost said "amazingness" but that's not a word, and I say "amazing" an unhealthy amount.
2. What is it? You should know, and I already told you so you REALLY should know. If not then go to school. Now. Because that is a freaking baby, and you need to know a baby when you see one. Mmmmkay? Mkay. Mkay? Mkay. Go to TWF too. And bring it homemade too. That toaster poop is nothing compared to the way you make it at home... depending on HOW you make it at home of course.
3. I have the best answer. I didn't ask a question... Well, you should have because guess what? The answer would be: babies.
AMAZING...AWESOME, RIGHT?? Okay so say the guy you like asks you a question that totally catches you off guard, and you don't know what to say or how to respond... You answer with "babies", gain your composure, and if you want, answer again pretending you never said anything to do with babies :) :

TheGuyYouLike: "Hey, uh, [insert your name here] I drove by your house last night, and I saw you in your window and you were mimiking the face that the big happy baby sun makes in teletubbies. Did you really do that? 'Cause that's weird and I wouldn't know what to think..."
You: "um....BABIES."
TheGuyYouLike: "Huh? What'd you say? Did you say 'BABIES'? Huh? Babies? Did I miss something? Huh? Babies?"
You: "I was actually practicing making my smile cuter for you :)"
TheGuyYouLike: "Oh. But why did you say 'babies'?"
You: "I didn't. Are you okay? I mean children are great, but aren't you a little young......"


And so on. :) ORRR

Mom: "Did you finish your Spanish homework, [insert name here]?"
You: "BABIES!!!" *run away*

So everything I just said makes sense, for once. :) :D =D =)
Smiley overload. Sorry.




Hugs on the other hand...

Lyrics, Karate, Life, and Not My Favorite Kind of Powerade

"I like nonsense - it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope... and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities."
- Dr Seuss


"Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent?"
-Dave Barry


Yes I have actually... Noticed about the knee thing I mean. Whatever. I'm confusing myself already. I have a new ALMOST favorite song. Why almost, Becca? Well, because I haven't known it long enough for it to be a favorite. It has to earn my favoritism by pleasing me every time I listen to it. AH PAUSE. I just found a hilarious quote OKAY:
"If you were to open up a baby's head - and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should - you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland. " -Dave Barry. He's funny. Okay, uh play. I'm going to post the lyrics to my ALMOST favorite song, Kids by MGMT

You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,
But your voice is too loud

We like to watch you laughing,
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of consequences

[Chorus:]
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted
To be haunted

[Repeat chorus]

The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention

The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought,
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not

[Chorus x2]

It's about growing up...
Yes I copy and pasted that. I'm lazy. Deal with it. I'm also annoyed. Why? I have no idea. I just am. I know that just made a ton of sense and I bet you feel stupid for reading that. Baha...Why did I laugh? I have no idea. Don't you feel stupid.
But not as stupid as me...
Wanna know why?
No?
Then leave. Now. Kidding.

Okay so on Thursday I tested for my gold belt in Karate, and I did a really embarrassing thing. No I did not wet my pants. I sprained my wrist, hitting the board. Oh, I broke the board alright. The problem was I was focusing too much on power and forget what part of my hand to hit the board with and, no one noticed, but my pinky knuckle collided with board thus progressing a purple bruise, a visit to the doctors, a brace, and a pretty good amount of pain. Of course this isn't as interesting as Austin's.
He breaks his wrist skating. The bone goes back together but there is still hairline break. He gets an xray. It feels better. It's no longer broken. It still hurts...blah blah blah. ALL IN ONE (or maybe two) DAY(s). That's pretty darn crazy and confusing. Not as embarrassing as my delightful story but yeah.

On a less random note: Life is hard right now. I can't really say much on here, and I don't want to, but I want to say something. This is sort of a way to sort out my thoughts. I lost some friends a while ago. Except at the time, I didn't really think I lost them. I just sort of thought we were having a fight or something, and one thing led to another. I've realized now that they don't exactly want to be my friend anymore but it's still hard. They were a part of me and it's difficult trying to let people get to know me but exclude that part. Or try to forget half of what kept me smiling for a year. I'll look around and everything I see reminds me of the mistakes I made with them, and what I could have done differently. Maybe if I did do some things differently I would still have them, but I have no contorl over that. Somehow this is God's plan. I don't know how or why, but it is. He knows what I need more than I do. I guess you can't expect everyone to stick around for forever. Everyone has a life, with busy schedules, friends, and priorities. I can't expect someone to fully understand how I feel, what I want, and what I'm thinking all the time. I can't expect them never to let me down or to always be there whenever I need them. That's unrealistic. Now, after I've gotten past all the shock of "What the heck just happened?" I'm still finding things that sting memories of them. I'm finding gifts they've given me that I'm too scared to get rid off in case it really is just a fight. Thoughts, songs, pictures, inside jokes. I don't want to be scared to trust anyone though. I don't want to go through life hesitant of letting someone see the real me because I'm too scared they will run away or leave me for the time they're too scared to waste. I don't want to think I'm a waste of time. ANYWAYS. I don't know how this is supposed to make sense to you. I guess, just know that everyone hurts. You aren't the only one who's suffering, nor is the person to your right or left. It's scary how different we try to make ourselves be from one another when we are really so similar. We all want to be the one who's hurting or the one who's not hurting. The one who's life sucks or the one who has everything together. Everyone's life is no piece of cake. Life in general is no piece of cake.

That helped. Thank you for letting me waste your time. :)

My favorite kind of Powerade is Grape...not "red"

Hugs on the other hand...

Links, winks, and something else that rhymes with links.

You know what frustrates me? The post beneath this one. You wanna know WHY? No? Then leave. Now.

Just kidding. Don't leave. Please.

If you happen to see a "Band width exceeded" wording where a picture with a road and a white line should be then you understand why I'm mad...I hope. I found that picture and I wanted to share it with you all and photobucket decided to be a ding dong and have different plans.

SO.... so you all can have an idea of what the heck I was talking about, here: http://photobucket.com/images/photography/?page=4 It should be the first picture. If it isn't then you can just be confused. :)

So I have really exciting relationship news but I would feel weird posting it.... Oh well. I'm going to anyway.

I am no longer single, and here is a link to the amazing boy's blog. http://thisislifeforus.blogspot.com/

Read it, follow it, love it. OR FREAKING ELSE. Eh... that was weird...I'm sorry.

:)

So guess what happened to me today at MAFA (Southern Artworks). GOOD GRIEF! You just can't... never mind. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about. If you've read ALL of my other posts, then maybe, chances are you haven't though. Unless you're awesome like me. ANYWAYS. So yeah, I'll just tell you since you're lacking skills in the guessing department. (Or maybe I'm just talking to myself....) Today it was raining a lot which would be fine if I didn't have classes, curled hair, or books to carry. I love rain, I do. But when you have a class 5 seconds from when you left the building, and when in that class, being soaking wet sort of draws attention to yourself, you kind of want to be dry. Or at least MOSTLY dry. Well I don't think the people that run the school understand that. OR that it was raining because they locked all the doors except 1 in the building we had to get into. Now the school/church is made up of 2 buildings. I have classes in both buildings. Normally all the students go under the walkway to the other building without getting sun in their eyes, getting wet, getting hot...etc. It's quite convenient. BUT it was locked, hence the "Normally". And then all of us found out that the only OPEN door was on the other side of the school/church on a hill. So I'm like "No big deal. It's just school, who cares if I'm a little wet?" WRONG WAY TO THINK.

Because right after that, Mrs. South gives Jack and I an umbrella. How is that wrong? Well, person I can't see, I'm getting there. Right after THAT me and jack get to the hill and we are half way up when my feet do a "Mary" and skid from underneath me causing me to slip, fall, and slide down the hill. (Thank the Lord it wasn't all the way to the bottom.) But that's not the sad, depressing, and hilarious... Or maybe it is. I don't know who all is reading this so I guess it depends. The sad, depressing, and hilarious part is I got mud, water, and grass ALL over the back side of my jeans, I ripped my shirt, it took me 30 minutes to get the mud and grass off (still looked like I turned my jeans around, had an accident, and turned them again though), and Jack was right beside me laughing. I can him now "You are my favorite person in the whole world now." Being accident prone has absolutely benefits besides smiles and being made fun of.

Okay well my phone rang. Bye...um...OH YEAH ;) (that's were the wink comes in)

Hugs on the other hand...

Dweeb...

...Is a funny word. :)
I hate it when you set your alarm clock for 8:00 am, wake up, forget why you set your alarm clock for that early, set it for 8:30 am, and go back to sleep. I wish I could make myself just get out of bed. I wish I could make myself do a lot of things. Like jump into this picture to my left. I have a strange craving to skip along that white line and whistle like 5 year old. Something tells me I wouldn't get very far without tripping...

So has anyone else noticed how much it has been raining as of lately? If you haven't then wow. Get your eyes, ears, sense......just go get everything checked. But I like the rain so it doesn't really matter what you get checked. Fact is- it's raining a lot. But it's not raining right now so I have no idea why I'm telling you this. Maybe because I like rain...or because I can't think of anything else to talk/type/write about.

"Light & Day" by The Polyphonic Spree

Because all
My feelings are more
Than i can let by
Or not
More than you've got
Just follow the day

Follow the day and reach for the sun!

You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun

Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!

You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!

Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!

Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!









I DEMAND YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT.
HEY!! Remember that time, at that place, with those rabbits!? Nahaha. Good times, man. Good times.


Hugs on the other hand...

THIS IS NOT POINTLESS!!

Unless you consider looking at pictures pointless. Then yes, it is. I just wanted to share with you this amazing picture and that's pretty much it.

Hugs on the other hand...

The Day After Dwight Day

I decided, 10 minutes ago, that whenever the date's numbers are the same (9/09/09) we celebrate Dwight Schrute! (From, the TV show, The Office.) :)
So this post is a dedication to Dwight Schrute and his awesomeness.


Schrute Quotes:

"In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, 'Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me. I'm dead.' Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion. You're dead."

"The problem, Jim, is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won't receive the care they need because someone in this office is coming up with ridiculous stuff. Count Choculitis....Why did you write that down, Jim? Is it because you know I love Count Chocula?"

"BLOOD ALONE MOVES THE WHEELS OF HISTORY! [pause] Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of meditation - which everyone finds during the day - how long we have been striving for greatness? [bangs fist] Not only the years we've been at war – the war of work – but from the moment as a child, when we realize the world could be conquered. It has been a lifetime struggle [bangs fists again] a never-ending fight, I say to you [bangs again] and you will understand that it is a privilege to fight. WE ARE WARRIORS! [applause] Salesmen of north-eastern Pennsylvania, I ask you once more rise and be worthy of this historical hour. [even bigger applause as Dwight gives a horrible sounding laugh] No revolution is worth anything unless it can defend itself. Some people will tell you salesman is a bad word. They’ll conjure up images of used car dealers, and door to door charlatans. This is our duty to change their perception. I say, salesman – and women – of the world... unite! We must never acquiesce, for it is together... TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL. WE MUST NEVER CEDE CONTROL OF THE MOTHERLAND..."

"When I die. I want to be frozen. And if they have to freeze me in pieces, so be it. I will wake up stronger than ever, because I will have used that time, to figure out exactly why I died. And what moves I could have used to defend myself better now that I know what hold he had me in."

"When you become close with someone, you develop a kind of sixth sense. You can read their moods like a book. And right now, the title of Michael's book is.. 'Something Weird Is Going On...colon...What Did Jan Say? The Michael Scott Story...by Michael Scott. With Dwight Schrute.'"


Schrute And Company Quotes:

Jim Halpert: This came out really well. There you go.
Dwight Schrute: This is humongous. I am not a security threat. And, my middle name is "Kurt", not "Fart."
Jim Halpert: [squinting to read] What did I write?

Michael Scott: Okay, attention everyone. The drug testing has been cancelled. Instead I will be going around to each of you, and doing a visual inspection.
Dwight Schrute: No, you can't do that.
Michael Scott: I can do that, it's my office...and...
Dwight Schrute: [interrupting] No you cannot. It has to be official, and IT HAS TO BE URINE.

Michael Scott: Dwight! Hey is it me or does this place smell like updog?
Dwight Schrute: What's up dog?
Michael Scott: Gotcha! Hahaha, oh [gosh]... crap. Nothin', how you doing?
Dwight Schrute: Good, how are you doing?

[Jim put Dwight's wallet into the vending machine]
Dwight Schrute: Where's my wallet?
Jim Halpert: Oh there it is, 'J1'.
Dwight Schrute: I don't have any...
Jim Halpert: Here, have some nickels.
Dwight Schrute: [putting nickels into vending machine] 5, 10, 15, 20, 25...

Dwight Schrute: Oh, hey. Listen, Jim. Here's a little tip for your performance review.
Jim Halpert: Okay.
Dwight Schrute: Tell Michael that we should be stocking more of the double-tabbed manila file folders.
Jim Halpert: We don't have double-tabbed manila file folders.
Dwight Schrute: Oh yes we do.
Jim Halpert: No we don't.
Dwight Schrute: Yeah, it's a new product. So you should just suggest that to him, and then he'll be sure to give you a raise. [smirks at camera]
Jim Halpert: All right. [pause] Well, I'm not asking for a raise. I'm going to actually be asking for a pay decrease.
Dwight Schrute: Uh, that is so stupid. What if he gives it to you?
Jim Halpert: Then I win.

Michael Scott: Look, Dwight here is a wuss. When we rented "Armageddon", he cried at the end of it!
Dwight Schrute: Michael, I told you! It was because it was New Year's Eve and it started to snow at exactly midnight!
Michael Scott: [As Dwight crying] "Oh, are they really gonna leave Bruce Willis on the asteroid? Boo-hoo!"

Dwight Schrute: Through concentration, I can raise and lower my cholesterol at will.
Pam: Why would you want to raise your cholesterol?
Dwight Schrute: So I can lower it.

Dwight Schrute: OK, first let's go over some parameters. How many people can I fire?
Michael Scott: Uh, none. You're picking a healthcare plan.



NOW. There are millions more, but I'm too lazy.
I'm really excited about making my CGNU shirt tonight. :)










Hugs on the other hand...

"Oh, the winds of march! Or is it the tides of March?....I think the 'Winds Of March' is a song by Journey"

"Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings."

"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ..."

Those were quotes. You should know that. They make my brain smile...and laugh...and smile some more...and...

Guess what? No. You're wrong...You're not very good at this are you?
I bought a 4-pack of JONES SODA!!! Big smiles all around!!! :D What flavor you ask? Well, Fu Fu Berry, stranger. I would have purchased Green Apple if they had it, but, sighs, they did not.
COMMA OVERLOAD.

Oh Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The true North, strong and free!

From far and wide,
Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee.



...
I could have quite possibly just wasted about 3 minutes of your life. Unless, you were singing along in an amazing accent. Then, longer. But IF you were singing in an amazing accent then I admire you, because I do that too. SO really, I just admire myself...which is why everyone should be like me, because THEN I would admire everyone! I admire you, if you understood that. I also admire you if you understood that I was kidding. :)
So I'm really excited. I can now play "9 Crimes" by Damien Rice on piano. ALL THE WAY. With no mess-ups. Unless I'm juggling at the same time. :)

Music video=Weird. Watch it anyway.





See? Okay. Have fun thinking about that for the rest of the day. :)

Sayonara
Hugs on the other hand...

Eyebrows, Peacocks, and Me.

Fact.
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows.
It was the fashion in the Renaissance Florence to shave them off.








Hugs on the other hand...

I less than 3 drawings of fish holding guns

Konnichiwa.
This picture is disturbing yet hilarious at the same time. I found it on Photobucket when I typed in "Kawaii" which means "cute" in Japanese. Heh...
So we finally found a name for the band. It is *drumroll* Chasing Pages. Now all we need to do is actually be a band and play stuff. Unfortunately certain members can't make decisions very well...BUT let me know what you think. :) I want to record some covers too, but 1. I can't play guitar very well. 2. I would have to use my sister's mac because my camera is...well I can't delete anything on it. (button is broken.) and 3. I don't want to do them alone. Because that just makes me seem like a selfish singer, and I'm not even that good of a singer to begin with. If you want to record some covers with me then TELL ME. Or type it out, and send it. Whatever you prefer.
green.
This makes me think of Jones Soda GREEN APPLE. The jolly rancher in a bottle...or can...or cup...ehhh...
ANYWAYS. I really just wanted to update Ink Potential so you could see this amazing picture...and now you have so I'm going to leave now that my fingers hurt. :/


Sayonara

Hugs on the other hand...

I really shouldn't be updating my blog....but oh well, I obviously am.

Konnichiwa.
BLUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Okay I'm done. This looks like it's in bold, but it's not.
SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST NATURALLY SEXY. CAps. Sorry.
I got excited. Some people are just naturally sexy (unlike you. o.O) like this guy to my left. If I were the words, looking at you, then it would be my right, but I'm not so it's not my right. Actually, I just looked at this on the preview thing, and it's above me. HOWEVER YOU WANNA LOOK AT IT. Back to Cloud. He's sexy, and beautiful. If he walked up to me in real life I think I would melt, right on the spot, into some strange gooey and random liquidy-That's not a word, Becca...
I'M TALKING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!...liquidy (ha) substance that you would not be able to recognize because....um....it would be....yellow. :)
I feel like I should keep navigating myself back to Cloud being sexy but somehow that's awkward. Just the word sexy is awkward. I feel rebellious. o.O I used to think that word was soooo bad. I would say "the 's' word". Of course, now that I am older, I realize that "the 's' word" has a new and slightly less interesting meaning...Heh. I also feel like I should underline Cloud's name because he's so dang "s-wordy". I mean that like...how I used to mean it, not how I mean it now. I swear.
My English class is tomorrow. 2nd day. I'm ALMOST done with the rough draft to my essay on my experiences and thoughts on my own personal journey that somehow revolves around "writing". Don't worry; it makes more sense than this blog does... I think. And I used a cool word in it, but I don't remember what it was, though. It definitely wasn't flabbergasted.
You know what a cool word is? NINCOMPOOP. Yes, you heard me...or read....eh. NINCOMPOOP.
Label: The most amazing word ever as of now. Best used in awkward situations.

I liked that label.
Well my mother is rushing me out the door so.....AH I JUST REMEMBER WHY THE HECK I WANTED TO WRITE THIS NOW!!!
How do I get my picture (profile picture or whatever) to show up when others see me following someone else. Get back to me. :)

Sayonara. I hope you have a wonderful day filled with sexy pictures of Cloud, and possible glasses of happy sunshine: orange juice.

(I just realized that this particular post is grey while all the others are more of a very light grey, almost white. If you're old, and can't read it, then tell me and I might change it. :]...)

Hugs on the other hand...

Is it love, or is it fancy feast?

"If school is so smart, how come grades go A, B, C, D...F? What happened to E?"

Konnichiwa
(By the way pete, I feel loved that you copied the "photo with every blog post" idea from me. Kidding. I don't care. It just makes me lol :D)

MOVING on. To? To the rest on my post. Gosh.
I made banana pudding today. :) It made my brain smile...and my tongue too. My tongue was very happy. I didn't like the ending of it though. I have to use my fingers to spread cool whip all over the top, and it's somewhat "nasty" feeling. I hate saying the word "nasty" but that's the word that describes this not so pleasant feeling the best. I guess I could just say not so pleasant, but that sounds weird...Nasty, whatever.

Here is a random list of what I want/ want to do right now:
1- I would like to meet with my "band" and discuss the crap we should have discussed about a week ago. (hi, chad)
2- I would like to snap my fingers and have all my homework disappear (be finished) in a puff of triumphant smoke, and confetti, leaving behind a nice stack of papers with all the blanks filled in.
3- I want to put together a song like Imogen Heap. I'm in love with the song "Half Life" off of her new album. I think it's called "Eclipse" or "Ellipse" or something like that. It starts with an e, okay? That's all you really need to know anyway.
4- I want my mother to drive me by somewhere so I can get a job application so I can make money so I can buy things with it...OH and of course save it, you know, I will totally do that.
5- I want to have help studying for my permit, because I'm so very distracted these days. :/
6- I want a plate of cookies in the shapes of little elves and Christmas trees
7- I want to go to target (with the money that falls from the sky into my lap whenever I need it) and buy a giant stuffed Domo. :D By the way, the girl in the picture is in a Domo-kun costume in case your brain didn't catch it.
8- I want to give my big stuffed Domo a hug, and put a random hat on him.
9- I want everyone to stop misunderstanding me and what I say. Of course, I can't expect EVERYONE to speak "Becca". Sarcasm isn't apparent in everyone. :/
10- I want to successfully write a unique cover of a song.
11- I wish I could find the motivation to finish my story. Go becca! Thanks...
12- I wish I had a beautiful Siberian Husky with blue eyes, and soft fur.
13- "I'm fine, but I hear those voices inside..." That's not something you want to do... I know. I'm sorry...
14- I want Pete to start making sense.
15- I want a life
16- I want a one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater


Sayonara
I hope you........
You will never know.




Hugs on the other hand...

[Insert Sarcastic Comment Here]

123 go.
Another week is about to start. Another 7 days filled with homework, homework, work at home, Karate, homework, and other stuff that probably is somehow related to homework. I want a smoothie.
You know what I miss? The old days when you were 2 and you could run around freely, be cute and everyone would still love you. Freedom is lacking in modern day. Too many roads you can die on. Everyone should just move to Africa.
I also miss your face. I'm just kidding... I don't miss it. Because I'm looking at it right now.



Hugs on the other hand...

Tackling, and hugs are two different things.

This baby agrees with me.

Chad is mental. No insane. NO insane AND mental.
You know, what? This baby just agrees with everything I say. And you just CAN'T argue with cute babies that can't even talk yet!


AND it also agrees that the strange and traumatizing incident that happened last night WAS NOT MY FAULT.

I take the hat. I put it on my head. I look good. Chad says he has to go. I give him the ha- I get tackled. The truth hurts. No really, it hurt. Hugs are great. Lovely, cuddly, friendly, nice, affectionate, fun, whatever. TACKLES are scary, surprising, painful, and confusing.

Why did he tackle me? Why didn't he just take the hat? Why is my face funny looking? Why do pigs fly? Yadda yadda yadda.

On another less traumatizing note, my sister might have swine flu. Ha.

Today is the first day of my English class at Brook Hills. I'm excited, in a non-excited way if that makes sense. It probably doesn't, but it's not noon yet so I still have an excuse. I have this ENORMOUS thesaurus of about 80 gazillion synonyms. I can't say 5 million because it probably has way more than that :(. It's a monster. I like synonyms though, so I guess it's like a beasty good monster that I love. Or um something like that (I repeat, STILL NOT NOON. 11:11 AMMMM)
Horses horses horses horses. I'm not crazy about horses, I just like the part in Sleepless in Seattle when Meg Ryan (or whatever her name is) is singing in the car to an edited version of jingle bells with a slightly more annoying tone than the original. :) Horses horses horses horses.

Okay. I'm done. I hope you have a wonderful tackle-free day :] (with good coffee.)
Sayonara


Hugs on the other hand...

Full week. :/

Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa.

Yellow. ^^

What did YOU have for breakfast? Actually...I really don't care what you had for breakfast, I'm sorry. And I bet you really don't care what I had for mine, so we're just not going to talk about breakfast. How is that? Good? Great? Mkay. 

SO first off. That snail picture makes my brain smile. I like snails. They're cute. :)

Second, I would never eat one.

Third,  I'm thirsty... and while I was contemplating my rising urge to get something to drink, I realized how busy my life is. Part of me likes having a busy life because then it doesn't give me the chance to think too much. WHICH IS GOOD. I'm an over-thinker. But the other part is sighing miserably because I have barely anytime to waste, or read, or write even. Of course, I'm writing now, but this is different. I'm at someone else's home. And I'm tired, so most of this is just nonsense that you'll forget about 5 minutes after you read it. Which is fine. I'm not hurt. 

But it's weird. I remember wanting to be busy, but now that I am, I miss walking in the woods alone. I miss coming up with complex story ideas that I never put to paper. I miss drawing pictures of fluffy drifting clouds, and glowing radiant suns. The only thing I don't miss is the thinking part...

My whole week was planned out SATURDAY. I've made changes and stuff but still. OH now that we're talking about "stuff" let me mention that Saturday I WAS going to skate with Rosemary, but she had to mop floors, and make people fat that she apparently gets paid to do. (go figure) SO we changed it to Friday. If you've gone skating before with us then feel to come. (let me know if you are) If you haven't and you want to, then let me know.

Most of the time we meet at Ihop and walk over to Skates 280. I'm pretty sure this time we're just going to meet at Skates 280 though so don't worry about bringing 20 bucks that you don't have. Contact me if you want to come, and I will let you in on the details. Bring good socks. My favorite socks have stripes on them. Zebra stripes. 

So guess what I'm doing right now? "Typing" Yes, but no. My sister is singing again. :') I'm listening to her write a song. It's beautiful. As they always are. 

Have you even eaten breakfast?

Hugs on the other hand...