An Interesting Title

World of the Internet.

Not really.

False alarm. Let's start over.
Hi. I'm Becca.
You're my "reader" and, for some reason, that sounds dirty. Readers read things so uh yeah. That still sounds dirty. Read this.

This.
Better.
I am slightly confusing myself.


ALRIGHT.

So I know you've noticed my craptastic template and I know you're thinking,

"Wow. That's a craptastic template."

I'm good. Wait, no.

"You're not good?"

Shut up and read. I'm great.

I decided to change my blog from it's previous state, and I haven't had the time or motivation to finish it. Now, it's still needs editing and I have a lot to say. (...Most of which I'll probably forget.) All in all, I'm mad because the slider isn't working correctly (which is why I have only one image that's flickering on and off awkwardly. It's not even that great of a post. Why does it need to flicker...) and I've been messing with the blasted html for over a week now. There's also that non-English stuff at the bottom which is pretty self-explanatory. Lawl. I'll fix it up in a while when I'm not as...yes.

YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THAT DID YOU?! YEAH, yeah you did. You were wondering why I haven't mentioned anything about Thanksgiving or Black Friday (which isn't even worth mentioning unless it has something to do with presents.) in this post yet but people......people...... I'm saving room. Lots and lots and lots and lots of room. Didn't you know? Today is the Auburn/Alabama game.

WAR TIDE, YALL!

Lots of room.

OH, that reminds me.




There. I provided you with some football entertainment. I contributed to society. Yayness.
Guess what tomorrow is. Saturday. GOOD FOR YOU. Except you still fail at whatever it is that you fail at because I just gave it away. Oh really? Herpaderp? But Saturday isn't important; I just wanted you to be like "Wait... what's today? Where's that thing I keep on my wall...Calendar. Yeah." Then, you'd feel bad because it's the day after a major holiday which you would have or should have known. I don't consider Black Friday to be a significant holiday because it's just an excuse to have a bunch of sales and spend a bunch of money before Christmas. (Except, I should mention that I happen to like shopping/spending money for people that I deem significant/loved ones. So even though I didn't shop today, I most likely will tomorrow unless I die or something. YEEHAW!) Heh and it's origin isn't that significant either.

"The day's name originated in Philadelphia, where it originally was used to describe the heavy and disruptive pedestrian and vehicle traffic which would occur on the day after Thanksgiving...That the day after Thanksgiving is the "official" start of the holiday shopping season may be linked together with the idea of Santa Claus parades. Parades celebrating Thanksgiving often include an appearance by Santa at the end of the parade, with the idea that 'Santa has arrived' or 'Santa is just around the corner'." -Wikipedia

Although, asking me to look up something that I deem insignificant (even if I'm asking myself) probably won't get you (me) very far. (I'm exactly where I started) Whenever I look up something that I, myself, don't particularly care about, is socially viewed as important, and has a lot (or just... a medium amount...) of information that may or may not be useless and has a lot of words that may or may not be annoying, my eyes tend to inadvertently scan over bits and pieces of information that MIGHT have been important. Usually I'm pretty safe about this though. If you think about it, we all do it... I think. For example, research papers: You find some report with a freaking load of off-topic rabbit trails (as opposed to... on-topic rabbit trails? Yeah...) and before you know it, you're tangled up in some big green confusing mess of a forest that was specifically designed for deer hunting; and are you deer hunting today, Lola? No. You're writing a research paper. Although, probably not a very good one because the teacher who assigned this paper is male and you just stare at him all day because he's the only person who has ever been nice to you aside from this male stranger you met on the internet who says he's your long-lost uncle. Really, you don't even know if it is a research paper. You just know he assigned some kind of end-of-the-year-paper involving some kind of work that may or may not include the word "home"; and from awkwardly gazing upon your neighbor's work list, that may or may not include the word "home", you thought it said, "research" next to the scribbled word, "paper". It's a pity you're too antisocial to ask one of your normal classmates what the assignment was. It's also a pity that you never told your mother about that time when you didn't eat your eggplant. Because, you know, I did.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
See? I'm almost positive you read until deer park water or whatever I said. Except, you should have read the end because I did tell your mum about you not eating your eggplant no matter what she says.

Also, I don't have to be LOOKING for poop so my eyes forget to read bits and pieces of it that look unimportant, stupid, unimportant, or stupid. Yes. I read the Google News sometimes. Hoopah. Before I say this, I must state, so that no one get's offended, that I care immensely for our President's lips. However, I find... just this whole story to be an excellent example of whatever we've been talking about for the past 15 minutes, or perhaps just 5 considering on how fast you read and if your eyes skipped anything that may or may not have included the word "home". Because, reader (heck no, I will not capitalize that. Earn it.), when I clicked on this link -> http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/sc-dc-1127-obama-injury-web-20101127,0,5425545.story This is what happened: I read the title, "Obama's lip busted in basketball game", I was all like "OMG OBAMAS LIP BUSTED IN BASKETBALL GAME AND I FORGOT APOSTROPHE IN OBAMA BECAUSE OF STUPID SHIFT KEY AND THIS IS ALL VERY SAD", I saw the picture, my eyes watered a little because A) Obama looks like he might be in pain B) I love the white man's facial expression so very very much that the joy was expressed through....um....yes. and uh C) Obama's married?, and then I read the first sentence.

"Reporting from Washington —

Presidential politics can be a bloody business, but it was a friendly basketball game Friday that gave President Obama a cut on his lip that required 12 stitches."

After that first killer sentence, I just sort of moved my eyes to the bottom so I would feel involved, and intelligent. (Because knowing that your president's lips are in danger every time he plays basketball makes you smart. I would know.) Scan success. Well, look on the bright side. If Obama makes any important public appearances...on television and does the whole speech luring thing, I might watch it... simply because he'll have 12 stitches and that might be amusing to watch. I sound really cruel right now, don't I? I only mean that in my head, Obama with 12 stitches on his lower lip looks funny while he speaks, so there's a good chance that he might look odd on the television too. And yeah, this whole "me thinking about Obama outside of politics" is a new thing. It's also not real. And I um don't do it. >.> Ever...

Change of subject. o.O A handful of you may be wondering why I'm posting at all if I haven't finished this whole blasted template thing. Well, I wanted to. And we've already stated why it is what it is. (translated to: I've already stated why it still is what it still is.) I make sense sometimes. Hey. So uh stop wondering. I don't know why I'm typing this at all.

Some or all or none or all or some or none or all or some or none know that I have a beastly talent that is beastly. I'm skilled at growing facial hair. Particularly the stache but I do indeed find miniature hairs taking their important place upon my masculine chin while gaze at the beard of another. I will indeed allow you to be envious now. :D Especially if you're male.
It's like I always say.

Mah moustache brings all the boys to the yard and I'm like "Mine's better than yours.
Durn right. Mine's better than yours. I could teach you, but I would have to charge."

Even though I've really only said that once...twice, and the first time, I only said the first part because I have an herb to finish my sentences. That didn't sound weird. I promise. It was also more epic the first time because a dude was saying I was unattractive. (It's always more epic when a dude says you're unattractive. Not you, as in the general term 'you'. You as in you. Kidding. Hi. Oh, and that's what she said. It's okay because it's in parenthesis and no, Mother, I shan't tell you what that means. o.O) Really, I don't care what he thinks because he's male, around the age of 12, and I never see him. NEVER. But I replied anyway. "You're just jealous 'cause I can grow facial hair and you can't." And then he caught me. There's this secret website that I get all my cool phrases and ideas from, and I thought I was the only one out of everyone I know that's heard of it. Unfortunately, I was mistaken. "no!! and i already know which website you got that from." Oh wait, unless he means the beastly facial hair that he lacks because there's a website I get that from too. OOPS. Wasn't supposed to sa- type that. I was sure I was the only one who....and if he knows it then... Well, never mind.

Heh. Anyways. Staches. Guess where I found the pikachu? A website!...with my name in it...that I found...by googling my name and 'is' next to it... because I was bored and I'm tired of the phrase "I have no life". At that exact moment, I was not living my life to it's fullest. There we go. However, I'm sure everyone's done that... uh googled their names with 'is' next to it. If you haven't and you're too busy curing aids, or whatever you busy people do, then you've been deprived of something vital and I wouldn't know what it is because I'm not being deprived of something vital. My logic is slightly flawed, but only slightly... because if I'm not being deprived of this "something" I should know what it is because I wouldn't be deprived of it and I should have it or...something...yeah. But I found my website. I'm an interesting person with an overactive imagination and apparently I have awesome cats. Woo.

But all of that life stuff actually doesn't count because I was googling my name with Mary which indicates that I have an amazing life because if you've ever met my sister, or heard of her, then you'd know she's an amazing person. HUZZAH. Mary is quite famous, ya know. In the basket-weaving world, that is. She also wakes up at 10 am and stays up late watching Dateline. It's some interesting stuff. She's on Wikipedia. LOOK ER' UP.
I totally wrote Hydrocobaltation/Dehydrocobaltation Reactions in Organic Synthesis
Pretend that's underlined.



This never get's old and I've seen it...many times. It's uhmazing. You laughed or smiled or whatever. Admit it. Not out loud...

WELL NAO. I have more important things to do. Like...Um....dang it what was I doing, and why am I typing this....OH.. oh. I was waiting for "Agents of Secrets Stuff" to load, and it's actually loaded so I just need to watch it. All flipping 35 minutes of it. It probably didn't take that long to load surprisingly enough though. Okay, I'm out. I have more unimportant things to do.

Hugs on the other hand...