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...

Fireflies

Hi. Hi. Hi.

I like that picture

<--

It makes my brain smile. :)

Totemo urushiikatta yo kimi ga warai kakede ta...

So I did a really stupid thing today. I left my pretty little (white) karate belt at home. And my Karate class starts in an hour. Home is far away. So I'm going to be late lol. I'm not worried about it, I just like being early places. It gives you time to prepare your mind... and go to the bathroom, and stretch, and whatever else you do when you go places early. But I won't be early. So I don't know why I'm talking about this. I have a Karate seminar tomorrow too, and THAT I am nervous about. Apparently I have to participate with people I don't know, never seen in my life, and/or are better than me. In other words, I'm going to make a complete fool of myself in front of my sensei. D:

He will go walk into a corner when people ask "What Dojo is SHE from?!" and shyly rub his head. Oh what shame. But really, I'm just worried about the people. I don't do well in large groups. even in small groups with people I don't know. It's better if I know everyone. Preferable equally. That rarely happens anymore though, so I should take what I can get I suppose. :/ I miss my friends...on a more happy note guess what I did yesterday? No.... you're wrong...

This is what I did yesterday. It all started with a bunch of angry midgets...I'm kidding of course. It actually started with me being asleep on my sister's couch. Then Mary walks in and goes "Rebecca? Rebecca?" I am of course asleep... or was so I have little control over my reactions. I am facing the couch, while lying down, if you can picture this, on my side. Then I fling MY left arm over, hit the hard wooden coffee table, send about 3-5 coasters flying to the other side of the room, and fall off the couch and land in the tight space that's between the couch and the coffee table. I now have a rather large bruise on my left arm that is, in all factual...ness, in a straight almost perfect line....and long. It is now a lovely shade of purple, and I wish I could take a picture and upload it to facebook so you all can see just how amazing it is. The bruise....Yeah....

WELL. I probably have other non-important things to attend to, so SAYONARA.

Hugs on the other hand...

Hey look, a rabbit is starring at me. Should I be worried?

Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. 

I like that one.

Okay. Now. Where were we? OH, we just started! Ha. I slept last night. :) I am very happy about that fact too. 

Are you distracted by the cute, cuddly bunny to your left? Well, you are now. 

I FINISHED MY POTHOLDER. And it's messed up. I wish I had a picture that I could share with you all to show how bad I am at making potholders. Somehow I'm not too depressed by it, though. It won't get me too far in life, I suppose. You can always pursue a career in potholder making. It's not for me, though. SOOOO. Any normal blog posts lately, Becca? No. Sorry about that. Been in a weird funk, me guesses. 

Missed Karate yesterday. :/ 

I was feeling ill. I went to bed at 11:30 pm then woke up at 2 am and was up for the rest of the day. That might have something to do with it. I have Karate tomorrow though, so hopefully I haven't missed too much. Hopefully. 

"Why don't you tell us 'bout those rabbits, George."

Hugs on the other hand....

Welcome, Fall, welcome to my heart.

"If at first you don't succeed....CHEAT!!!"

Let's try that again with less....eh with more....practicality

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."


*Sigh* Better.

Konnichiwa.
Becca no tsukareta. Hi hello howdy. How am I? How is Becca? How are you? I am peeved, Becca is peeved. You see, little one with funny ears, I, becca, have had a very strange and frustrating sleep schedule. Sleep is an indecisive mistress. She will take me in and hold me without certainty and THEN decide not to. She then leaves me awake in the rough chilly dawn hours of fall. Ambien is STILL in my system. Hence the language of weird quality.

I feel like writing a paper on how mean and trecherous foot binding is. It is abuse of children and it puts woman in an idol of impossible expectations. I mean, NOT EVERYONE, wants to break their toes, and deform their feet JUST to be more appealing to the opposite sex. I wish I could go back in history and hug every one of those women and then tell the guy in charge to make it stop or I will make his heart stop. Well....that's what I want anyway. Reality tells me I can't do that. Reality is a strict mistress. I'm glad they don't do that crap anymore though. I mean, what a way to die....foot deformity. And to think it was just for the male's growing foot fetishes. It disgusts me. I still want to adopt Asain kids though.

Asain kids are so cute. I could just give them all hugs and kisses and tell them I was their Mommy. :) They put chesire cat moons beneath my nose. Orange juice is not here. I wish that it was so that I could consume it in the most attractive way possible. Which wouldn't be that attractive mind you.

My sister's are moving apts. and I'm doing homework which I hate. And my daddy is awake at 2:30 am. (which is the time). Reality is also mean. Mean and inhuman. Inhuman and controlling. I feel caged in. I AM CAGED IN. Poe! Poe! Come save me! Which one? There are three. Indeed, three there are. I am at a loss for a good answer. What poe? Oh WHAT POE? Why can't all of you mold into eachother and become one? Poe my cell phone, Poe my inspiring poet, Poe my unimaginative imaginary friend of sensitive self. All one. Oh what fun that shall be. Would be. Could be. Possible? Oh Indeed! Okay I am going to tie my restless self down to my big cozyness that is my bed so I don't make any more nonsense. Okay? Goodbye.


hugs on the other hand...

Hey look, tomorrows friday...so where's my break?

"Everything here is edible. Including me, but that, my children, is cannibalism; and is frowned about in many societies." -Willy Wonka

Konnichiwa. 

It had to have it's own font. Tomorrow's Friday. Duh. I still have a deadline, have done maybe one thing to progress on it, and I want to go to bed early but I have WORK. It's all due by Sunday. I like posting. :) It's almost like a way to just empty your mind that people can choose to read or not to read. It's like a catch up, on what's REALLY going on inside your messy life, and head. 

I'm excited. Karate is going PRETTY well. I'm still horrible at pressing side-kicks and some knife pose that looks intimidating. When I do it, it looks like at bad dance move. Depressing, despondent, woeful, other synonyms for sad. Tomorrow I might be meeting with a small group I'm a part of. I hope it's actually a group rather than 3 or 2 people. I miss everyone. Saturday I'm going to see G.I. Joe with a group of friends. I'm skeptical, but it MIGHT be good. Who knows... and there aren't much movie options these days. I can't wait until Ponyo (the new Miyazaki), and Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton. Woo. 

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Have a blessed day. Week. Month. Life. Have a blessed life. 

Sayonara,

-B

Blah blah blah BLAHHH

SO yeah, blah. ANYWAYS. Thought I would give everyone an idea of what my life is like right now. Even though I post every day, and most of it is crap you don't have time to read. :) Well... How shall I start? Most of you who really know me would say something like "How is Mary?" and those who REALLY know me would say "Dude. How are YOU?" But if you are just a regular person asking how my life is, then yay; because we're just going to start with life. The confusing mess of things we always find ourselves in. But if we don't find ourselves in "life" then what do we find ourselves in? Ha. That's right, class. DEATH. With isn't confusing or messy at all...well if you want to get technical, dirt can get pretty messy. But I don't think you will be too worried about the neatness of your coffin since you will be, in fact, DEAD. So all in all, neat-freak or not, let's be thankful we find ourselves in life. Even if it is messy.


To totally twist off on a different topic (that is slightly less messy haha)...I hate how you can't press tab on this and have it give you the proper amount of indented space you need to proceed with proper grammar. Word is too genius, but if the key is there, ON YOUR KEYBOARD, why not let us actually use it? That might be nice...using a key, you know what I mean? BACK TO THE BOOK. Now....I feel like I need to start another paragraph...okay then. The side note got it's own little paragraph. Isn't it special...


Life. Messy. Okay I will seriously stop with the word messy now...wait, one more time. MeSsYYYY. Okay. I'm done. LIFE. I can't stop with that word, sorry. Life life life. You are just going to have to deal...I'm so ADD. Even in a blog. Where I can edit. Sheesh. OKAYYYYYYY. How is my life? best word to describe would be: frustrating and/or a let-down. Why? School is less than a month away, and I haven't even finished last years evil crap. (Wait does that mean, there's GOOD crap?...ADD...) Wich is pretty mess....Hahaha. Pretty FRUSTRATING. I have started Karate, which is very fun and stress-relieving; but the stuff at home just follows me everywhere. It's like I can't having a conversation with someone about ME without bringing my family's health into it. Hate to be selfish, but I am, and it is, indeed, frustrating. Let-down because when I was in Africa, everything worked out the way I wanted it to be. I was happy, joyful, optimistic even. It really is like another world. The people are nice and don't care what you look like. It's like arms wide open, all the time. That's nice for anyone. Even people that don't like hugs, like me. (Which isn't entire true but I will explain further on.) America itself is a let-down. You don't get what you want, and no one acts the way you want. I mean, every single best-friend I've had my whole life, except for one, has left me, replaced me, forgotten about me, moved, or just turned into a complete jerk and start beating up on me. That's not too exciting, or pleasant. No one likes to look at themselves and say "What's wrong with me, that I can't keep a friend? What is it in ME that no one will accept?" 1. because that hurts 2. because you can't see everything about YOU from your perspective. Which is why having others around is helpful. Well HONEST others, I guess. Then there's just God's will. God's will is not my will. God's will includes pain, and suffering, and faith, and learning. Mine includes Ireland, and friends, and recovery, and my sister being alive again. I don't know God's will actually, but that is what it looks like to me. It;s like Mary for example: She gets better, starts sleeping, able to goof around, and PLUNK. She faints. BUT low and behold, feels better later, AND plunk again. TRIPS and hits her head. Once it gets to where I can handle it, something else happens, and I'm trying to refrain from screaming at my poster of Miyavi for no apparent reason just because I have to scream at something, and it's not alive. (I hope...) That is an incredible let-down. I'm trying to focus on stuff like "What can I learn through this?" and "What is God teaching me?" but my sister trying desperately NOT to be in the ER is kinda sorta distracting. Maybe just a bit. NOW we're getting into the health of my family.


My dad has Parkinson's disease, and at the same time, is a math teacher for the 7Th grade, and AT THE SAME TIME, has a constant migraine that, on a scale of 1 to 10, remains an 8 to 9. That's rough. Now add a VERRRRRY sick daughter, and a distraught wife, and kid. Now THAT is rough. What is God teaching me through this? Not to break under pressure? And WHY do we want to test that? Not that breaking isn't fun but...I just don't see how he makes it through the day. He doesn't even sleep well. I would be balling my eyes out for missing a shoe right now, and he has so much more to deal with. It's crazy. I don't see him balling for missing shoes. The point to this is...I'm more forgetful lol. Joking. I don't have a point. I'm just typing all the crazy wacko weirdfesty stuff that pops into my head...BALLERNIA. It's okay that I misspelled that. It popped into my head. But yeah. Life in all seriousness is not good right now. And I hate to be dramatic. Although, it's not as bad as it could be. I have a home, friends, a family whom I would die for and love me, food (THANK THE LORD...SERIOUSLY.:D, and a life. Some people don't even have that. Lol.

HUGS. Lol. I dislike hugging GUYS. Girls are fine, but I dislike hugging guys. WHY? Because I get paranoid. It's like this: "DO they mean side hug, or full hug? What if I trip? My shirt is hanging funny...they'll make it worse. What if I loose my balance and collide into them rather than embrace them?....yadda yikkity yack." With girls, I know they have the same thoughts, or I'm not embarrassed if I do do any of those things because they would understand. With guys, I've been told, even though I'm a lot like a guy in some ways, they don't understand girls. See my fear? I DO hug guys, though.So I WILL hug you.(,male. If you are a snake, however, that has soemhow developed the ability to read blogs and...hug people...I would be too weirded out to consider it. My apologies.). But mostly if you initiate it without warning me. I'm fine with that (Unless you're a snake.). But I hate it when they say it beforehand because it gives you time to collect your thoughts and get nervous, and then just stand there awkwardly as their fine muscular arms circle your stiff body. Kapeesh? I've gotten several questioning comments on why I dislike hugs and that is why. I don't hate hugs in general, I just don't see myslelf as a huggy person. So THERE. NOW YOU KNOW. All I'm really saying is (if you're a snake, don't hug me. :)...) hugs are great, they just make me nervous.


Sayonara, person.

MKs, NO SLEEP, Chocolate yummy cream filled things that make your mouth tingle with happiness.

I don't know why I love this picture so much. But I do. ANYWAYS. Stuebing is here. (Missionary kid who has known me ever since I was born in Africa) We are having a jolly old time playing board games, eating yummy food, and filling in on what's been happening in the past 3 years. It's great. It makes me miss all the people I grew up around. Holding their ears while they played chess with my dad; playing with the little pigs from Pass The Pigs, the board game. Many fond memories. Although most of my fond memories consist of me roaming off and being too curious. Great times, indeed. Haha. And on that delightful note, I shall change the topic to a another delightful note known as DESERT. Chocolate covered cream puffs. I can't stop eating them. I could eat them forever and still want more. They are THAT good. I don't know what else to write so have fun reading this. Ciao.

Going Away, One Sentence Blog

Going-away parties are always so sad. :(

Panic

Well HELLO. Whenever I type "hello" in all caps, you know what it makes me think of? "Hello my name is..." tags. Not sure. Probably because on the tag, I think it's in all caps. I don't necessarily try to memorize what a "Hello my name is..." tag looks like though. My time is far to valuable to waste on things such as that. I have other important, and less fun matters to attend to. Like finding my Karate uniform. Haha. 

SO last night around 11:30 pm to 12 am I realize I need to wash my Gi. (Not sure how to spell that. It's what my sensei calls it.) So I do the usual and walk back to my room to get it out of my back pack when I see my Karate pants on the floor next to my bed; and it all floods back. Karate, Dairy Queen, watching guys wrestle in the parking lot of Lowes, being thrown on the ground, coming home, getting straight in bed, and falling straight asleep to the sound of my own breathing. I could have easily just have said I slept in my Karate pants but that wouldn't have the effect I wanted it to. ANYWAYS. So I still look in my backpack and CRAP. (In the nicest way possible) All that's in there is(not crap, but...)my undershirt and lovely white belt. Then I completely go mental thinking I left it in the bathroom at my Dojo. Which actually wasn't mental at all, because that's exactly what I did. So I got it this morning and the panic of explaining to my Sensei of how I lost half of my Gi has vanished into somewhat hot, air. Have you been outside? It's like a sauna with... the sun. So while I am still beat tired from trying to hopelessly find my Karate uniform, and my stomach muscles are still in a lot of pain, somehow all is well... or will be once the weekend starts. :) 

Big Green Happy Monster

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possesion of brains must be want of more brains!"

Two posts in a day. Sheesh.
Well the other day I saw the most curious thing. Pride and Prejudice, and Zombies. Curious, huh? So I read the first sentence and to spare my fingers the annoyance of retyping it, I will simply direct you to the fact that it is the title of this particular post. :] Well MARY, yes, Mary, downloaded the audio book onto her Mac and we listened until chapter 3. I must say that humor was present. What with Elizabeth Bennett being a zombie slayer, and Mrs. Bennett not caring about THE LIVES of her daughters, but instead of their relationship statuses. Fun, fun, fun.
-B

Hunger Games, Orange Juice, and Unintelligent Noises.

My first post.

How exciting.

No sarcasm; I genuinely mean that my life is so slow I'm excited about my first post on a blog. Well, how shall we start? I awoke, I listened to my sister's sore voice read aloud The Hunger Games, My sister and I fed upon two slices of delicious pizza, and also treated our throats to a glass full of the cold sweet awesomeness that is orange juice. I also listened to her make noises and sounds that would never be able to be distinguished as words. My sister's feet are soft, and I'm too lazy to feel my own. How is that for a first blog post? Let me know. Sayonara for now.

-B