I find it awesome that the phrase "New attitude!" rhymes. :]

SWEET. New post from Becca.
That picture is sweet too. Well Becca thinks so. Becca also..... oh poop. I also think that putting "reactions" on your blog should be simplized. I know it's not a word. DEAL. I have a custom theme for my blog (obviously) and so I have to manually add the html for the reactions widget and I find it way too annoying. NOW you can add your reaction but must move your lazy finger over to "Read More" and click it. It should appear above the comments. Violalala. :)
Mutemath is entertaining me at the moment. That reminds me... I discovered an awesome tv show on MTV today. Lol I know what you're think... "MTV?! Really?" Yeah... Don't watch that channel all the time by the way. MOST of it's content isn't the best, but this one show called My Life as Liz is REALLY awesome. I love the main girl. She's awesome... like the rest of the show. I feel weird putting "REALLY" in italics. I wanted to underline it, but I can't find that option.
So on to what my post was actually going to be about! Heh. I have discovered a new me! "Oh no!!! Becca's different!" Yes I am, world. I now spend my free time in a chicken costume, persuading young children to dance to the elmo theme song with me. I now have found the guts to walk into public with a sharpie mustache residing above my mouth. I now love to scream "MILK" in Starbucks. Yeah... no. All of that was pretty much sarcasm except for the part of me getting a new ATTITUDE... and maybe sometimes the mustache. I'm not any different, but I feel more organized and diligent. :) Like school is just an obstacle that I shall overcome victoriously! Or almost victoriously... Either way I'm getting loads more done. I'm excited. :) I feel like succeeding in something else too... Whatever.
For one thing, my diet is not the thing I'm succeeding in, sadly enough. :/
Excuses, excuses, excuses: Read them and please don't weep. That salt can't be good for your skin...
"You've had a bad day so it's okay"
"It's only ONE extra big sized chocolate bar"
"You can work out extra hard tonight"
"You can devote more time to Karate"
"It tastes good"
"Lettuce tastes like watery nothing"

Lol I fail, but I'm eating so much healthier. I hope that by the time February gets here, I'll be committed to this thing for good. :] My back hurts. Does your back hurt? IT BETTER. I was kidding. Don't be offended.
Haha so yesterday was AWESOME. I went to English Composition which was hilarious,(Hi, Giann. ;) Heh) productive, and EDUCATIONAL! Wooh! Got to brainstorm on some Greek dude with a funny name! Wooh! Then I went to my madre's office, and got an awesome text that said Jimbob was coming to pick me up and take me and Mary to a "special" restaraunt! Guess where we went? The garden of olives! This is what we ate: (I'm totally going to type out what we ate 'cause I know you totally care. I'm a good friend. :])
Appetizer: Lasagna Frittas (I hope I spelled that right)
Lunch:
Me: Something with muscles, shrimp, scallops, noodles, and a wine sauce.
Mary: Something with shrimp, noodles, and some sauce.
John: Tour of Italy
Desert: Sugar-powdered doughnuts with hot chocolate sauce
I love Olive Garden.
AWESOME RIGHT? Mine was the best. Mmm it was so good. Then we went back to the apt., I changed, we went back to the car, and I went to Karate. (the word "went" is now getting super old) Karate was fun. We did some sparring-style kick things, and worked on jumping kicks. I'm bad at jumping kicks... but I sort of practiced them today haha. Then Mary, and Jimbob picked me up, and took me back to the apt. where the fun really really really really began. Crazyness is awesome. But crazyness with your sister(s) is more awesome. ESPECIALLY when they're my sisters. My sisters are awesome. Mary and I had a jam session to High School Musical's Breaking Free karaoke style. She got a new mic called the Blue Snowball. Don't know what that is? Well take a look: http://www.wired.com/images/productreviews/2008/12/blue_snowball_f.jpg Doesn't that look super sweet? It does. Say it does so I can move on. Thank you. Anyways, we had a vocal and mini dance breakdown on the couch with this cool gadget of my sisters. We also did For Good from broadway's hit: Wicked. Fun stuff right there. It was for good (hahaha get it? For good? Hahah....ha...Okay...) if you subtract the off points, word mess-ups, and giggles. But I like the final sillytastic product more than any "perfect" version we could have made.
Listen to Hero by Regina Spektor but don't try to cover it. I listened to some covers of this song and it almost ruined the song. :(
You can dance though. :) (and I can laugh at you :D)

Okay. I'm out. Tootles, World.
"I fell asleep last Saturday..."

Hugs on the other hand...

My Dreams are Cruel

My life is indecisive. My life is a constant spin, cycle, twist. I can promise you that whatever happened a month ago will happen again. So I prepare...

I had a dream last night. I hated it because in it, I was happy. In the dream, I felt satisfied, rest, and joy. In the dream, the thing that has been tearing me up inside for months came back and apologized. She came back and hugged me, filling my heart with thankfulness like she did eons ago. My dreams are cruel to me.

My dad and I were in the car and he approached the topic of my friends issue. He said he was praying that I would find a soul-mate (friend-wise) in a girl. I said that I had one... I did. I had a best friend that was a girl, and I loved her. I had two and I loved them. They held my heart. It feels like my heart is broken, but they aren't capable of that. Bless them, they are... they were....they're precious. They were precious to me. That's why I'm so scared. That's why little pieces of me wither whenever I dream about them. And I can't talk about it. I can't give in to the pain. I can't surrender to the wrong side. I can't feel it. But I do. I want to talk about it. I want someone to see that it still hurts. Is that wrong?

I hate this. I know that it won't happen, so why did I dream it? Like dreaming about chocolate when you're allergic to it. >.> What the heck is that?...

I think they're reminding me of my fear. They're reminding me of my weakness. I find it so difficult to push myself outside of my comfort zone because I'm afraid of what hurt me to happen again. That spin. That cycle. That twist. It's going to hit me......
But I'm being hypocritical. I tell them not to focus on the future, and half of me is terrified of the future. Will it always hurt this much? Will it happen again? Will it ever make sense. Fear. Fear. Fear. It consumes me, and eats my wisdom. It fills the corners of head with lies that I try so hard to ignore. Try so hard.... I'm trying. I promise. I promise...
"No one's got it all..."

I'm inspired constantly. I'm like that girl in that picture. I don't know what that had to do with anything. This isn't a poem that, at the end, all makes sense. It's me spilling my thoughts.

I'll stop spilling my thoughts now.
Hugs on the other hand...

Vapor, and Dead Phones

I edited that

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on photobucket. Before me, that was just an ordinary image. Now, it is sexy. :] I like it.

Today I went to vapor to do steam clothes, and put stickers on shoes (and my forehead). It was fun. Except for getting dirty water splashed on the front of my shirt, disgusting fake sugar, and getting burned 5 million times by an evil steamer. 5 million times was an exaggeration.

Is your phone always dead? Yes? Well then let's team up and assassinate Tmobile. No? Well, then you should throw it against a wall so you feel my pain... unless it doesn't break the first time... then do it again... unless it doesn't break the second time. I swear my phone hates me. I'll charge it and in less than 30 minutes it's dead again. Really makes me the opposite of happy.

I'm listening to music. I like music. It makes me want to dance. Well most of it does. Unfortunately I'm most likely in a position where if I DID dance I would be titled mentally challenged because there is a high chance I'm in public. Sad, I know. "Lisztomania" by Phoenix is currently twittling in my person. I know tittling isn't a word. So don't tell me. STOP TELLING ME. NOW. >.> Go eat some veggies.

I eat veggies. I'm on a "diet". It's hard, and everyone's completely unsupportive about it. :'(

Well this is boring. I'm just bored easily... I think.

I watched Princess Mononoke yesterday. IT WAS GOOD. Watch it. ^_^

"21 Guns" - Green Day

Hugs on the other hand...

I'm Craving a 3 Day Nap

I started a diet 3 days ago. I thought it would be like ridiculous and hard, but it's not that bad. I have to cut out sugar and carbs. So no bread. I CAN HAVE MILK THOUGH. If you ask me why I put that in all caps, I won't answer you because I'm too busy explaining my diet. I can have propel too. Anyhoo, I FEEL healthier. Like not just that I might be losing weight or whatever but that I won't get sick for a while. Yadda yadda yadda. That reminds me of yoville... Where you couldn't cuss and if you tried it would put the word "yadda" in place of your obscenities. Genius, I say. Then they started using the spacebar...
I have Chemistry today. Good and bad. Bad because I don't really get what we're doing, yet I've been told that I understand what moles are. I disagree but that's somewhat beside the point. To the left of it. Yeah right the- no. Take another right. Yeah there. Now go back to the point. Heh. I don't understand balancing equations. I don't DISLIKE Chemistry but I don't understand how it's helping me in life, or helping me at all really. If I understood it and was able to apply to everything then maybe, but I do not. Good because my teacher is awesome.
I. Need. Sleep. I swear, it doesn't matter HOW much sleep I get, I always want more, MORE, and MMOORREE!!! Like I could just sleep for 3 days straight then eat a lot and sleep some more. I want to take a nap today. The only problem with my obsession with sleep is whenever I take a nap my sisters jump on me, tickle me, or wake me in other harsh manners earlier than I would like. Like I would plan to take a nap from 12:30 to 2 and they would wake me up at 1 saying, "You can't sleep all day!" Haha. Point made, but I still would like to. Sleep all day, I mean. WHO DOESN'T?! Probably the people that don't... never mind. I think eating healthy has damaged my insanity. Sad.
Once there was little grey hen.
The little grey hen's name was Pen.
He really liked sky-diving
So one day he went climbing.
He climbed to the top of a cliff
And jumped off the small huge rift (o.O)
He fell fell fell fell
Down a well well well well
Until he slapped the ground like a pancake.
Sad enough, he never did wake.

THE END.
Is it weird that Wednesdays make me think of weddings?

Hugs on the other hand...

Love, Less Than 3, Heart

<3 Love this


Hug on the other hand...

Wasted Saturday

So I slept until 5:15 today. PM.
I was up watching a movie with a friend over the phone.
500 Days of Summer.
Go watch it.

Things I'm Currently Obsessed With:
-Music
-Lazyness
-Sleep
-Depression
-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErMWX--UJZ4
-Psychedelic Trance
-Chapstick
-Cold weather


That is just as of today.
Yesterday and today have been just stupid. Except for the hot chocolate my mom got me last night. :)
I was planning on cleaning and doing a bunch of work today but I'm too tired to do anything but read and type. I'm going back and editing almost everything I type on this. My initial thought on starting this was to sort through my thoughts that I might not be so cloudy. It's not really working. Except I did find an awesome music video.




:] I like temper trap.
I like a lot of things. I like the doughnuts that my mommy just brought me. I like my ability to be able to write about something and absolutely nothing at the same time. Skills, man.

Hugs on the other hand...

Snow.

Today wasn't a very good day. Yesterday I got so excited about it snowing and might being able to spend the snow part of it with Mary and & Mel. It stopped snowing like 5-10 minutes after I got there. Before that I spent the day at the doctors, and outside my mothers office. Then, even though the roads weren't that bad I was informed that I was spending the night which kind of made me happy. I thought that if it snowed again today I wouldn't be alone but able to have fun with my sisters... I was wrong. I was informed last night that I would be working. Well I forgot, and had 5 minutes to get ready for work this morning. Imagine my disappointment when my dad informed me that it was snowing... pretty hard... and it was sticking. I then spent the car ride to my grandmothers upset because while it was snowing, I had to be indoors cleaning and she wouldn't even be there. Sad sad sad. Then when Mary and John got there to pick me up It had stopped snowing. >.<

I mean it's just snow, but I adore snow. I never see it, or I'm completely alone when I do so you can understand my excitement or you can't... either way I have pizza. :/

Oh well. It's done. Pizza and snow.

And so is my complaining.

Later.

Hugs on the other hand...

May this New Decade Bring More Pie

These past couple days have been INSANELY stressful. A pathetic fact of our universe: Homework is the new oxygen. Learn to breath it or you will not survive. I've had a load of homework the size of China, over the break. I shall list it so you might be impressed:

-Short story rough draft

-5 pg narrative

-"This I Believe" essay

-Timeline

-Research paper topic

-9 weeks test

-Study for a hard test

-About 10 narrations

-About 6 math lessons

-About 3 math quizzes

-5 English journal entries

ETC

I found a way out of doing ALL that in 3 days so I have a little more time, but it was still hard. Oh haha so I stayed up super late, finishing my short story for a Creative Writing class that doesn't even count as a grade and guess what I found out when I walked into this Creative Writing class (late even)? That the short story WASN'T due today, we were just supposed to start it. One of the classmates started a chapter in a fanfiction... about Buffy the Vampire Slayer... where Spike falls in love with Willow who must become the new slayer because Buffy's off doing something else. I could never write fanfictions 'cause it's like saying "the original wasn't good enough so I'm going to make a better one". I don't know. That is just my opinion I guess. I'm sure that that short story will be excellent, but I'm glad I'm not the one writing it, because it would come out horrible. Haha I would make it exactly like the original.

Guess what, fine citizens? I'm planning on cutting my hair! I don't know when because my mother needs to work and such but when I get an opening, I'm gonna chop it all off. I need a change, and I know that if I don't like it, it'll just grow back... over some odd years. I don't know. That is a complete sentence. :) I don't know.

Welcome back, Karate. You're absence in my life now scares the crap out of me. My head might just fall off one of these days due to lack of practice. Ha. I had Karate yesterday. It was fun and it was nice to be able to get back into it. I have CHEMISTRY today. No homework= Happiness and no stress. You know what I want right now? Chocolate covered strawberries. I find them to be particularly yummy. As I do Hot chocolate. I don't know why I capitalized "hot" just then. Hot Rod. Viola!
My favorite parts:
...BEEN DRINKING GREEN TEA ALL DAY
Cool beans... cool beans... cool beans... cool beans... cool beans. Cool beans. Cool beans. Cool BEANS. Cool cool. Beans beans. Cool. beans. Cool cool. Beans beans. Cooool. Beans. Cool cool. Beans beans...etc
My safe word will be whiskey. Sorry uh what was that? Whiskey. Don't you mean whiskey? What? You're saying it weird. Saying what weird? All of it. Where do you get off? I just don't get why you're saying it that way. Saying what what way? Forget it. I will! I will forget it.
I thought it'd be fun if we went around and said our name and a little something about ourselves; I'll start. My name is Rod, and I like to party. Dave, you're up! Uh hi my name is Dave and uh I like to party. Uh nah, I just said that I like to party so maybe you could do something different. My name is Dave, and I am the stuntman. You know what? Let's move on; Riko you're up. Uh, hello. I'm Riko and I like to party. Riko, what did I just say to Dave? Who? I like to party, I'm Rod. No! You're Kevin! Right. Kevin. I party. No. You don't; nobody parties but me. Yes, and we party. No! No, just Rod. Yes! And me. No! I'm the only one that parties! I'm pretty sure I've partied before. No, Kevin, I know for a FACT that you don't party. Ok, you do NOT party! You're right. Dave's the party guy. Haha sweet. Oh my gosh. Shut up.
What's that song called? About the Grandma getting run-over by a reindeer?....... Grandma got run-over by a reindeer.
Hey, little girl! I don't like cherry! it upsets my stomach!
You should break up.
And THAT'S how it's done.
You know I have a hormone disorder!
You don't get it, Denise. I used to be legit. 2 legit. I was 2 legit to quit. But now... I'm not legit. I'm UNlegit. And for that reason I must quit!

I conclude this. Chemistry calls.
That had a nice ring to it.
A bell has a nice ring to it.
A cookie with a bell attached has a nice ring to it.

Hugs on the other hand.