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