Things

Appetizing things
Zesty things 
Spicy things
Flavorful things
Things I order at Indian restaurants
Things with faces
Things you can't describe 
Things you don't want to describe
Weird things
Kooky things
Cute things
Fuzzy things
Things by A. A. Milne
Things that have stripes
Things I want to sing about
Fatuous things
Poetic things
Redolent things
Tedious things 
Frilly things
Tasty things
Tastier things
Tastiest things
Things involving taste
Things involving waffles
Things I put in your waffles
Things you don't know about
Androgynous things
Hermaphroditic things
Asian things
Happy things
Sad things
Generic things
Anonymous things
Flannel things
Floral things 
Moral things
A story about things
Paper things
Things on paper
Things you would rather read
Wasted things
Wasteful things
Profligate things
Things I might dismantle
Jaded things 
Evasive things
Things said at a wedding
Things I shouldn't say at a wedding
Monotonous things
Remarkable things
Things that rhyme with cheerio
Things that don't rhyme with cheerio 
Things inside your Jell-O 
Keen things
Mean things
Clean things 

White things

Things inside your shower
Creepy things

Confusing things

Cold things
Frigorific things

Distracting things
Bodacious things
Amazing things
Things I say
Things inside of a circle
Things inside of a bucket
Things inside of my bucket
Things inside of your bucket
Things inside of her bucket
Things inside of his bucket
Things inside of Wilhelmina's bucket
Captivating things
Irritating things
Sanguine things
Things that make you smile
Free things
Things that are free 
Priceless things
Things that are priceless
Scrumptious things
Things with pineapple 
Things involving pineapple
Digestible things
Plastic things
Peaceful things
Zinciferous things
Funky things
Jazzy things 
Things that are jazzy 
Sudden things
Sullen things
Subtle things
Sublime things
Things that look like waffles
Things that taste like waffles
Things that feel like waffles
Waffley things
Things I can't remember 
Things you can't remember 
Bearded things
Flamboyant things 
Gruesome things
Joyous things
Jittery things
Things that remind you of things
Random things
I name things
Blue Things 
Fake things
Hilarious things
Yugoslavian things
Queer things
Things you drink with a straw
Things made of straw
Things you wish you had
My things 
Your things
Your mom's things
Descriptive things
European things
Furry things
Things the cat dragged in
Things that dragged the cat in
Perfect things
Imperfect things
Rare things 
Obnubilate things
Wet things
Yellow things 
Things involving yogurt
Harmonious things
Atrocious things
Macho things
Things inside your burrito
Things you could get besides a burrito
Despondent things
Things that might keep my phone from dying
Things you're thinking of saying
Unhelpful things
Things that don't help
Pointless things
Nebulous things
Pictures of things
Rambunctious things
Things rabbits carry
Whimsical things
Things done on a whim
Impetuous things

Egotistical things
Overweening things

Oneiric things
I dreamed a dream about things

Things I see in Disney movies
Magical things
Dramatic things
Melodramatic things
Mellow things
More yellow things
Wonderful things
Things Sam Cooke has sung 
Things to do with things
Things to do with wings
Things in my brain
So many things
Things that make noise
Noisy things 
Noisier things
Noisiest things
Obstreperous things 
Things involving earplugs
Preposterous things
Befuddling things
Bamboozling things 
Things baboons might do
Blithe things
Things I can fit into a box
Things a box can fit into me
Pulchritudinous things
Multitudinous things
Multifarious things
Illegal things 
Abstract things
Abstruse things
Bizarre things

Things I'm reading 

Awkward things
Ideal things
Edacious things
Things I could eat right now
Things I don't want to eat right now
Barbequed things
Sautéed things
Too many things
Vases filled with things
Paintings of things
Drawings of things
Pictures of things
Sculptures of things
Statues of things
Replicas of things
Recordings of things
Reminders of things
Things I can't hear
Things on your ear
Eery things
Things I sing in the shower
Things you do in your sleep
Things on Mars
Things in cars
Neon orange things
Venomous things
Things in your veins
Vigorous things
Vexatious things
Things that might stop my phone from ringing
French things
Things I might see in Amélie 
Dr. Seuss' things
Comical things
Wordy things
Things is a word
Words are sometimes things
Things in a sentence
Things you leave out off your sentences
Things involving punctuation marks
Things I've left out 
Things I haven't left out
Spontaneous things
CAPITALIZED THINGS
Important things
Exciting things
Redundant things
Changing things
Healthy things
Things I need
Things I'm doing right now
You think I'm just typing out things
Things involving question marks
Things involving things
Things about things
Things on things
Things in things
Things inside things
Things outside things
Things behind things
Things stalking things
Things intercepting things
Things maintaining things
Things producing things
Things annoying things
lowercase things
(Things in parentheses)
Underlined things
Some more things
Frightening things
Phosphorescent things
Bright things
Sunny things
Hot things
Things involving summer
Things I hate
More cold things
Things that make me wish it was winter
Things that keep you warm
Soft things
Things I would pet
Irrelevant things
Things Wilma misses about that mental institution
Dismal things
Things that frustrate me
A mess of things
Things that make a mess
Messy things
Things you want to stop reading 
Things that you're still reading
Things that make me laugh at you
Things that make me laugh at things
Ha. Ha. Things
More things involving punctuation
I quote things
Surprising things
Things I can't word properly 
Reasons why I shouldn't list things
Things you probably don't care about
Things in your multitudes scarce to be counted filling the darkness with order and light 
Things are the sentinels
Things are silent and sure
Things keep watch in the night
You fall in things 
Things in Simon and Garfunkel's lyrics
Fantastic things
Things Christopher Eccleston said
Things that make me dislike facebook
Things that make me dislike the internet 
Things I find
Things that make me love the internet
Useful things
Improvised things
Things I remember doing in previous drama classes
More awkward things
Things that start with a large block of cheese
Things I can't cook 
Things I can't lift
Things I can't find
Things that could have caused this bruise
Sharp things
Honest things
Things you find in the woods late at night
Things I should stop doing now
Things in the other hand

I Have Nothing To Say To You

http://www.screenvader.com/root.html

Fluorescent Adolescent

This Is Just To Say

By: William Carlos William

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

"It is what it is."

How About Yes

I'm thinking about changing the name of this thing to something more... sense-making or perhaps... not. I don't know. A Bucket of Codswallop. I like the word "codswallop".
"BUT BECCA THAT IS A TERRIBLE NAME FOR A BLOG BECAUSE IT'S ORIGIN IS PG-13 AND WE CAN'T HAVE THAT, CAN WE?" Shush.
Oh, wait. I got it. Hahaha. Ha. I'm so lame. (Also, I'm sick of the ordinary red "HELLO MY NAME IS" sticker. Which is why that picture has none of that sort. Obviously.)


BEHOLD THE AWESOME! AWESOME, IT IS A NOUN!

What you see here is the world's tallest Lego tower. Meaning that, yes, it stretches beyond the former record held by some tower built in Chile (2008). That epitome of splendiferousness is 102 feet and 3 inches, and I'm quite positive that it's befriending the birds this very second.
Apparently the majority of that thing was built by Brazilian kids and then lifted to the top with a crane.
Some famous Brazilian soccer dude put the last of the 500,000 pieces into place. K
Anyways. COOL, RIGHT? YEAH. IT IS. YOU WILL AGREE WITH ME BECAUSE THIS IS MY POST AND YOU CAME HERE TO READ MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS AND WHATEVER AND YEAH. Make sense. If you don't, I'll pretend.
http://dvice.com/archives/2011/04/6000-brazilian.php#3
http://www.nerdist.com/2011/04/just-because-worlds-tallest-lego-tower/

WILMA, FETCH ME MY PETTICOAT! OFF TO THE THEATER!


Yesterday I went to Baha Burger with the fam (why do people abbreviate "family" like that? Fam. I looks wrong but when I say it out loud it sounds right and THAT sounds wrong. Not that I'm reading this out loud. Not that I'm weird. Not that I'm awkward. Not that I should stop this parenthesis.) and I got me some lamb burgershmurger without the shmurger and red peppers. SO, just because I want to feel intelligent and involved with society, (Why do I only get nosebleeds out of my right nostril but not the left? It's as if the right one just bleeds whenever I cry too hard or sniffle for long periods of time and then the left just engages in proper breathing. Meaning, I have an over-sensitive right nostril that bleeds when the left one does not. However, I see no blood coming out of my nose as it does not happen every day. But if I were to do push-ups right now, I might get a nosebleed and that would be quite inconvenient because then I would have to breathe through my mouth. What if I didn't want to breathe through my mouth? What if I wanted to breathe through my nose? What if I had no mouth? What if I thought mouths were awkward-looking so I cut mine off, and sewed the remaining skin together? Then, I would die. You cannot properly breathe through your nose when it is bleeding, you know. Did anyone ever tell you that? And don't say that I just did because I did no such thing. "TELL" insinuates SPEECH and, while I can easily converse with myself while composing this, I cannot engage in a conversation where you can actually HEAR me TALK about properly breathing through bleeding nostrils, which happens to be impossible by the way. Because of the proper part. It's not proper. Hey there.) I am going to tell you something and pretend that you're hearing it for the first time. It shall be like learning something new, thinking I'm amazing, and then something else that I forgot. Alrightytidey. Have you ever noticed that every Baha Burger has a Taziki's right next door? No? (It doesn't matter if you said yes. I'm just going to pretend that you said no.) Well, there is. And have you noticed that there happens to be Taziki sauce on some of the burgers? (In my case, one. Because I've only ordered the lamb burger.) WELL, THERE IS. And do you know why?
"ARE BAHA BURGER AND TIKITIKI OR WHATEVER FRIENDLY NEIGHBORS AND SHARE SAUCES AND LEMONADES AND CUPS OF SUGAR?"
No. Baha Burger and Taziki's are owned by the same people. AHA! BEHOLD, MY BRAINS! AND YOU MAY NOT EAT THEM FOR I HAVE PROMISED THEM TO A NICE NORWEGIAN FAMILY THAT JUST RECENTLY MOVED IN DOWN THE STREET! They looked slightly confused and then politely declined. BUT A PROMISE IS A PROMISE! THEY WILL CONSUME MY BRAINS IF I HAVE TO SHOVE THEM DOWN THEIR THROATS! Which is hazardous. Who is playing opera? I just took away the comments option on here but left the reactions, and somehow I just accidentally deleted every existing reaction on all posts currently visible....to...me....yeah. Frustrating. If you care that much about it, you can go through every single post that you marked (lol) and re-react. Have fun.

http://www.geekologie.com/2011/04/im-surprised-it-took-so-long-b.php
There you go.


Want to guess what's coming to Netflix? Play instantly? All 5? Yes, I believe so. That would be Star Trek. On a very, very good July 1st. And my dad is going to love this.
http://dvice.com/archives/2011/04/make-it-so-all.php

I just spilled Coca-Cola on myself. >:|
I'm going to go clean this up.

TikiTiki

Waffles in both hands...

Fruit Friends

I Woke Up, I Saw This, and then I Woke Up

Geminoid DK. Yeah, so what if he's the first Geminoid to have a beard? He's the creepiest thing that will ever show up in my nightmares, and believe me, he will. (Along with the Japanese one.)
http://spectrum.ieee.org/automaton/robotics/humanoids/latest-geminoid-is-disturbingly-realistic

Mrs. Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter

My Brain Be Smiling

Azure Ray
'Nuff said.

MUSTCONSUMEHIPPOPOTAMUS.

Um. Hi. SO YOU KNOW WHAT'S ANNOYING? Me is not a valid answer. I'll answer for you since this is my post and you don't exactly have a choice. Valid answer: Constantly forgetting where the last place you put your glasses was. If you don't have glasses then this obviously does not concern you. "SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST KEEP THEM ON YOUR FACE, BECCA?" A) That's a really stupid question and I'm wondering why I typed it out and then typed, "That's a really stupid question" because most people don't usually insult themselves like I do. Heh. B) Because I can see most everything without them just fine (and I unfortunately look older with them which can sometimes get me in trouble) but my vision is a bit odd. Along with a slight astigmatism, one of my eyes is nearsighted and the other is farsighted so if I'm reading for extended periods of time, then glasses are necessary so words don't get fuzzed up or I don't accidentally defocus and slightly cross them or something. That's what it looks like anyways. It's kind of strange I guess. Maybe not. I don't know. All I know is that I'm constantly looking for my glasses and it's very bothersome. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's how companies that produce contact lenses make money, and how contact lenses became popular in the first place. Because if you get used to frequently touching your eyeballs over and over again, then some might say that's more convenient then having to deal with those fragile frames always falling off your face, getting misplaced, having to cleaned constantly, and breaking easily. I, however, don't particularly enjoy caressing the wet, slimy surface of my nearsighted and/or farsighted eye until excess fluid is soon running down my cheek.

The other day I watched Rintaro's Metropolis (Metoroporisu) and I definitely have some mixed feelings about it. We've all seen that sort of plot before, but the ending is... (I did feel like they could have done a better job with it but I don't write screenplays nor make movies so that doesn't matter.) Well, it fit the story which is what an ending is supposed to be. It isn't supposed to tie everything up in a pretty fairy-tale, Hollywood bow so things only make "sense" to make people happy. It is supposed to sum things up, yeah, but in a unique way that makes sense with the rest of the story even if you aren't super chipper when all is said and done. (I loved the ending to Atonement because, even though it was sad, you had some satisfaction as well.) But what REALLY sticks out is the art. I don't have any mixed feelings about that. I mean, It's phenomenal. See that picture up there? One of my mother's co-workers saw that while I was typing this post out a few weeks back and she was just like, "OH! What is that?! It's just beautiful! Lovely! I really like that!" And that's a picture so you people really need to see the MOTION PICTURE. I'm just so funny. Remember the German silent film, Metropolis, directed by Fritz Lang in 1927? Probably not because if you're my age or somewhat close, then you weren't alive in 1927 to watch a silent film so you're not going to remember 1927. But you might be familiar with the name. Well, this film inspired Osamu Tezuka's Metropolis (manga), and that manga then inspired Rintaro's 2001 anime version of Metropolis. But don't watch the 2001 version thinking it will be exactly like 1927 version because their plots are really different. I give Metropolis 3 and 1/2 out of 5 stars.

Some other movies I've watched somewhat recently:
Miyazaki's Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind is another brilliant masterpiece by Hayao and after I saw this I immediately moved it to my favorites because it's just UH. JUST UH. Because that makes sense. The story is beautiful and after I watched it, (I felt like a little girl with a big imagination watching this movie. It was lovely.) I felt like running outside and playing in the woods or climbing a tree... or hugging a tree and just yeah. It was amazing. The characters are unique and the story, THE STORY. It's odd but in a fantastic way and the art is stunning too. I just loved this film. 5 out of 5 definitely. That good.

A few months back Mary recommended this Irish film, The Secret of Kells, and at the time I didn't have time to watch it. Well, months later I was bored because I had stayed home sick and I didn't feel up to doing anything so I remembered this, and I watched it AND LET ME TELL YOU. One of the most artistic movies I have ever seen. The plot is bland, but you're not going to care once you're about 5 minutes into the movie because it's just so darn visually unique and rich. Also, I noted that this movie is good for both youngsters and adults. It has a storyline that a child can follow along with but also has the captivating art that an adult or teenager can admire. I mean, I loved it. So 3 and 1/2 out of 5 just because the story didn't fascinate me as much as the visual intensity did. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyeYD9ikPpY If you're okay with being spoiled then watch that. It's not that long, and your eyes will thank you. Then you will be more than slightly surprised that your eyes can talk; and you will lock yourself in your room for 4 days with food and water so that you can properly converse with your eyes and get to know them because that's the kind, proper thing to do. You will daydream for hours about having long, intellectual conversations involving pimento cheese and the floral pattern on your grandmother's sofa. However, those deep, delicate eyes won't have any long intellectual conversations with you because they will be very angry with you for having kept them inside your bedroom for 4 days. Then you will think that you are going insane, and that you simply heard your eyes speak but in reality, they did not. Pain will fill your broken heart and your dreams of conversing with your eyes will shatter. And while your deceptive eyes hold their words within, you will endure months of therapy and become convinced that eyes cannot speak like we do. Except they can, Wilma. Poor lonely Wilma. If only you never developed a passion for pimento cheese.

A few days ago my father and I watched Capra's Arsenic and Old Lace and it was GREAT. I am indeed a Cary Grant fan. Humor is always a nice suit for him and well, the entire movie is humorous. Teddy was by far my favorite character, though. HOW COULD HE NOT BE? (I don't actually remember this, but RVA did this in Africa and apparently it was quite humorous. I really wish I could remember it.) I honestly think you should just watch this tomorrow. That kind of movie. 4 out of 5.

Run Lola Run is a German film that Mary and I watched months ago so that's not really recent. I'm not going to waste time writing a lot on it but I will say that the music is really weird. The entire movie is very edgy and fast-paced meaning you have to pay attention at pretty much all times. 3 and 1/2 out of 5.

I'm the dancing queen. Young and sweet. Only seventeen. As of April Fools Day which happens to be the day on which my mother birthed me. And this song has been stuck in my head since that day. It's too bad that the only dancing I can attempt at doing is ballroom and awkward. And the only dancing that I WILL attempt at doing is awkward... which doesn't make sense if you think about it because the reason I wouldn't dance ballroom is because I haven't done it in so long. Naturally, I'm afraid that I will forget the dance half way into the song and then stumble around like a big bafoon.........which would be awkward. But I'm an awkward person I guess. And seventeen is an awkward year so it all fits. You can do the same stuff you could do at 16 but you're not mature enough yet to do all the stuff you get to do at 18. (College, vote, etc) It's just an awkward in-between age. JUST DANCE!



National Geographic told me that Jack the Ripper's identity was Carl Fiegenbaum. Along with some other stuff. Nothing to do with the lasagna that I'm eating though.
http://www.ouramazingplanet.com/pancake-stingray-discovery-110314-1230/
A research team discovered two new species of stingrays from the Amazon rain forest and they have been nicknamed the "pancake" stingray for obvious reasons.

http://dvice.com/pics/stingray-ventral-110314-02.jpg (<- Not as an alien)
Apparently there was also another somewhat recent discovery in that rain forest. (As you probably noticed if you clicked that link.) So there was these catterfishes right? N' they was just there, mindin' their own wax from them couple darned bees in this lovely little stream of sorts, but then them not good science men who be wantin' to skin them n' sell them poor skins on that Ebay came stompin' 'round n' they were mean n' ugly and not nice to them poor catterfishes. So 'member them catterfishes? Well, they was just rawrin' n' sorts! n' then they went n' done jumped all over these darned couple of folks. N' the science men was all flabbergooseted 'cause they be realizin' that they ought not be messin' with them catterfishes 'cause they be really jaggerwires in disguises. N' that's what really happened to them darned science folks n' those catterfishes/jaggerwires. Honest.



I have no hands...

This is a title

I peed today.

The Gingers

Mark Twain

“Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”

Just a really great title that I just now thought of all by myself

I love Dali.

Oh, March. Not that your name is March or anything...unless it IS March. Um. (In that case, I'm sorry for any future or previous offense of any kind. Eh...or maybe just confusion. Hey, March, your name is on a calendar, you know. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm so funny.)
Overall, I really dislike March. This is because March comes after February which means February ends, and February is a month that I happen to like because it's still kind of cold. March is when it starts to warm up. March is when girls break out the short-shorts. March reminds me that A) I have successfully said "March" way too many times in a single post and it's now redundant and you're most likely annoyed yet you're still reading this. March. B) Although I do enjoy the aroma of sunscreen, summer is near which means hot weather, sweat in awkward places, unusual tans, annoying girls everywhere, and not enough proper grammar. w3 @ll tlk liek dis @ll d4h tiiM3!! Y0!!1! and C) It's less than one month away from my birthday. April 1st. April Fools Day. I'm not going to make a joke about that. I was actually initially born on two holidays: Good Friday as well as April Fools. It counts. 123456789....yeah. Anyways, I'll be 17 and I still don't have my license and about 10 PEOPLE HAVE TOLD ME THAT THIS IS OKAY SO YOU JUST SHUT YOUR *&^%$*^#@@#$@&*(((#@!#^#~~@^*&@@*)+_)#!%^ MOUTH!!! I haven't had any kind of opportunity to drive in a very long while because I keep getting home at approximately 10 to 11 at night. My mother, who has RA, can't really teach me at 10 to 11 at night. We're both exhausted and that's when she does her coupon-clipping. I can't take ANY time away from her coupon-clipping or everyone will die and we'll all have to stare at ugly ordinary goldfish for the rest of our lives instead of supposedly mean Beta fish even though we're all apparently dead. Just go with it. I leave at 9:30ish in the morning and I can't really do any driving before that because I'm probably sleeping or near sleep. You've probably narrowed it down to weekends by now. EXCEPT THOSE NEVER WORK EITHER BECAUSE MY MOM WORKS THEN TOO (most of the time at least). So I get Melissa to teach me on the weekends when it fits both of our schedules. That's not too often, and that's why I don't have my license. Deal. So yeah. March. :/

Iron Chef anyone? (Not the American suckish version) WHHHAAAAAAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS AND YOU WANT ME TO ENLIGHTEN YOU AND TALK A LOT ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE IT SSSSOOOOO MUUUCHHHH?! OH, DEAR, YOU ARE A MESS! A MESS, I SAY! Well, I guesssssssssss I could. (Dear? Really? o.O)
Iron Chef is a fantastic Japanese cooking show that comes on Food Network in case you want to watch it now that I've recommended it (Which you should. Watch it.) It's also fun to make fun of but not in a "HAHAHAHA WHAT A STUPID SHOW I'M COOL HEY HAHAHAHA" way if you catch my drift. In a somewhat short summary, the show is pretty much a timed competition in which skilled chefs battle around one theme ingredient. Typically a challenger is paired with an Iron Chef specializing in either Japanese, Chinese, French, or Italian. (Although, it appears on television that the challenger picks his opponent on the spot, it's planned beforehand.) The two chefs have exactly one hour to construct a tasty multi-course meal so that the talkative judges don't starve and all that jazz. (They serve as narrators for the entire show. Awesome sauce. Sauce. Hehe. I'm not lame.) The judges determine which chef was better at using the key ingredient, and there's a winner, and yay. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mhAPrBddfM&feature=related Because apparently no one watches the videos I post ON my blog. It's just my extremely interesting words they read and ponder for hours afterward.

And a day has past since I typed out the previous paragraph and yes, I know this tends to happen frequently. If I cared, it probably wouldn't. Just a hunch.
And now something I care even less for, The AB[insert Harry Potter birthmark here]hancer.

I would like someone to explain this to me. All I can get out of it is "WTF?" Actually that's a lie. I get this too in a slightly nasal, southern announcer voice: "It's the AB Hancer! As not seen on TV! And guess what, ladies and gentlemen! That's right! Not only does it 'dramatically enhance abs', but It doubles as a BBQ grill, a giant fly-swatter, AND a disciplinary device that you can use on naughty children! Take one home today! Or not!" I think the only reason that thing exists, if it DOES exist, is so that my eyes can get wider. And everyone else is laughing at it. So there yah go.

Me- "WTF?! O.O"
Everyone else- "LOL!!!!! LMAO WITH EXTRA MAYO!! [I'm not lame]"
Me- "IF YOU WANT ABS THEN WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WORK OUT?!"
Everyone else- "Hahahaha that's not even REAL! HA!"
Me- I just....don't understand. Why does this exist...."
Everyone else- "It's still funny! Hahahahahaha!!
*3 years later the AB Hancer is forgotten*
Everyone- "I really love this shake weight. It gives me such a great work out."
...
Me- "My ear is cold. :)"
Everyone else- "Hey, Becca, remember that AB Hancer? Hahaha that was soooooooooo funny."
Me- "DON'T EVEN BRING THAT UP! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
*The AB Hancer is remembered, put back um on the market, and everyone dies because of some toxic unknown substance that is found on its "lightweight" bars.*

You know what? Some day I'm just going to take a black sharpie, and after sniffing it for about 13 minutes, I'm going to draw some awesome abs on my awesome abdomen. Then, I will take a dozen pictures from obscure angles. "BUT, BECCA, WHO WILL YOU TAKE THEM FROM?" I'm not lame. I will capture myself, and my fake abs, in photography. We shall see who laughs then. No one. Because I won't upload any of those pictures to the internet...because it's most likely been done before. "YEAH, BECCA, PEOPLE UPLOAD PICTURES ALL THE TIME TO THE INTERNET." I'm not...never mind. http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/demotivational-posters-fake-abs.jpg

Silly, Chiffons. Rhyming isn't repeating that word you just used a short while ago. When will you learn? You won't! You don't make music any more! Oh, Canada. Siiiiigh. I've been on iTunes all day while I type out notes that I forget to send yet again, and read annoying emails, and almost faint like 5 times because I stand up too fast or I don't take important vitamins because my mom forgets to buy them, and cool stuff like that. 'Cause I'm cool. Forget I said that. Well, I've had iTunes on shuffle and interesting things always happen when I do that. Granted, 5 out of 10 songs are always going to be from either broadways, Disney movie soundtracks, or stuff I listened to in the 4th grade. Everything else is random weird stuff or music I normally listen to. Although, I do frequently listen to some broadways, and Disney songs... WHY AM I STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS. I forgot my original point. There was probably a weird song that came on. I was probably going to post a link to it so you could join in on the weirdness but you wouldn't listen to it anyway so it's okay that I forgot. Eh.

I'm losing it.....
Losing it.....
Lost it.

I'm going to have so many typos in this. I can just feel it.

Waffles in the other hand...

Hero - Regina Spektor

10:06 PM

I DREAMED A DREAM THAT I WAS FAMOOOOOOUUUUUS.
THEN I SANG THIS SONG AND I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.

Vomit

I'm kind of hungry right now.
That is somewhat irrelevant.

Oh, pootnanny. Eh. What's today? Today is Thursday... unless you're reading this Friday. Which means if it were in your case, today would be Friday. Although, it's not your case. It's in my own and I happen to be the one typing these very words (Literally. These very words.) ...so today is Thursday. Hey, I'm smart. "Hey, nice to meet you." No, no, my dear readers. Don't clap for me. I really don't feel like standing up and acknowledging your painful existence with a bow or a smile of some sort. Heh. Yes, I do realize that that sentence made little sense. Heh. Heh. When becoming a blogger, remaining a blogger, being a blogger in general, it is somewhat encouraged to acknowledge the existence of readers. That way people are more inclined to read what you post. So. Yeah.

what you post

Heh. Heh. Heh.
...
And this is why my blog is a waste of time. And space.
Except I don't particularly care.
Now, let's move on to some stuff you probably won't care about either. I don't know why I'm using bold today...o.O And neither do you. You useless piece of whatever you're a piece of. My mother reads this.

this.




Yes, that is from Sweeney Todd (obviously), but I'm showing it to you for reasons that don't really have much to do with the movie. My point revolves around this particular song. Alrighty, so I was at Mary's apt. today and we were cooking... or she was cooking and I was pretending to help. You know, measuring out the basil, salt, oregano, that kind of stuff. Skilled, man. Yeah, *cries* I was talking about you. Spaghetti Alfredo or whatever you master on the weekends. So I saw this largish knife... and I know you're totally expecting me to say something about chopping some bloke's ear off and then neatly placing that ear in a nice Ziploc bag so that I might sleep with it or something. (Or something. That doesn't need to go places. So it won't.) ...Maybe you're just expecting me to say something about the knife, in my hands, cutting off a random head. Well, I just said something about that so there you go. I should stop now. I said I wouldn't get all Sweeney on you, or I meant to, 'cause I know I have a naive homeschooler reading this; and well, I'm getting dangerously close to talking about pies being made up of your neighbors' annoying grandparents. I'm also quite off topic....Um. So I saw this largish knife and I decided that the most appropriate and mature thing to do next was to slowly raise it into an epic, dramatic pose and then sing.
"Mmmmmaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii fffrrrriiiieeeennnndsssss. OOOooo0ooohhhh, mmmmyyyyyy FFFFFrrrRRRRiiiIIIIIeeEEEeeEEeeeEEEEeeEEeeNdS!
Ruuuuuuuubbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
RubyrubyrubyrubymyfriendsrubiesyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahLEAVEMELOVETT!!!!!!!"
Now, you can clap. I sounded JUST like Depp too. Minus the male voice. Strange. Anyways, the singing of the Todd brought up the other songs including the one I posted above all this nonsense. It's quite fun to sing (and listen to), and out of all the songs in the movie (since I doubt none of you listen to the original broadway production heh), that one sounds the most like Sondheim. I like it. Except. (And it really does makes sense with the movie before I say this) It's a stalker song. Listen to the lyrics. Creepy. I still like it though. I dig his voice.

(Note: Bruce, I typed out all that ear-chopping stuff way before our phone conversation. Something to do with an ear being cut off. My ear. So I could successfully suck my ear and hold my thumb. Yeah. I think. I was proofreading, and I noticed that. o.O)

http://voices.washingtonpost.com/capitalweathergang/2011/02/eyewitness_account_of_new_zeal.html
WELL, I found out about NZ's earthquake in South Island like yesterday, while watching Phil.
DR. PHIL. OH YEAAAAAH.
...
No.
DeFranco.
"It really shows how ill-prepared we are and obviously this is a terrible story but we have to look at this in a sense of 'How do we future proof against natural disasters?' And I don't have the answer because I don't know how you defend against the world being destroyed around you BY the world around you. 'Cause it just seems like every so often mother earth has that time of the month, gets cramps, and hundreds, thousands of people die."
Well, doesn't that just chap your hiney...
I was all "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" because apparently I was off in my own little world when it did. Hey, that happens too ya know.
Well, it HAPPENED on February 21st and was actually part of the aftershock sequence of the earthquake that occurred in September in Darfield, New Zealand. I found it very saddening. There are 145 dead as of today and more than 200 missing. Practically a third of the buildings in Christchurch will have to be rebuilt. I mean, the place is a mess. Obviously. They just experienced a disastrous earthquake. Herp derp. But, it's still sad to me.

(Note: It is now well past midnight. More like almost 11 pm....26th of Feb)
OKAY. OH MY GOSH. WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE GETTING MY EMAIL ADDRESS- oh yeah it's like on here or what not....but that's not the point. I meant AIM actually. It's connected with the chat on my email....err yes. Anyways, some weird bloke messaged me. I don't know this person. Erm.

Jen21bori: hey there, whats up??
Me: Um hi...
Jen21bori: i just finished working out a lil bit ago. what are you up to?
Me: Eating toast. Good stuff.
Jen21bori: nice i just started working from home since i'm still in college. you doin anything tonite?
*signs off*
I don't like these types of conversations. At all. Bori, if your reading this, then don't instant message me again. Cool beans.
Speaking of movies. "WHAT?" Heh.

You know that new movie coming out called Born to be Wild?



Of course, you do. Well, my family knows the Sheldricks. They're people. You don't know them. And I'm more than likely misspelling their name. My sister was in a class with this boy who happens to be the grandchild of Mrs. Sheldrick WHO happens to be in this movie. They were in Africa with my family and such. Good times. If only I remembered them.



I just watched Mary and Max, a brilliant and quirky clay animation film that happens to be based on a true story. The story revolves around two unique, and unforgettable individuals who seek friendship in each other when the world around them provides nothing but confusion. I think that everyone should stop reading this, and go watch this movie. You will smile. I guarantee it.

http://qntm.org/difference
Eh...go waste some time.

Today is now the 2nd of March, and I have successfully composed 6-day post. This is why my blog is titled what it is. Hello. My class today was canceled. I'm going to be so bored today. I do have homework and stuff to do, but even still. All day at my mother's office isn't any fun. I'm quite tired. I have no idea what to bore you with now. BUT I CAN'T JUST END IT BECAUSE, HEY, 6DAYPOSTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEWHAT LENGTHY. Dimitri, let's eat some fruit. Omnom.
You peoples have seen Anastasia, right? Of course you have. Psh. What a stupid question... Everyone's seen that... Bunny trail: I've been told that right after I moved to the states, I was terrified of almost every Disney movie imaginable. This, however, makes very little sense to me because my family is huge with the Disney sing-along movies, and my dad has this music gene that got passed down so we (we= my sisters and I) got into broadway and instrumental music at a young age WHICH I WAS ALSO TOLD. And now, we're into broadway that makes fun of broadway. Why am I talking about broadway!? DISNEY! Okay so, the "connection" is that I clearly remember singing along to all of the songs to Anastasia, The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Beauty and the Beast, etc... except this person tells me that I'm apparently freaking out all over them. A very old family friend told me this. Although, I wonder if it was on furlough because I just really remember growing up on this films. Heh. I'm not retarded. I know It takes a while to get used to the US. Africa is vastly different even if you happened to grow up in a boarding school with tasty chai and countless games of chess. I also know I was awkward as a 5 & 6 year old and that I probably didn't fancy every movie I watched when I first moved here. It's always possible that I liked the movie up until Rasputin came on. Or... maybe I said that I liked it, that I didn't get scared by the little green bat things, and then proceeded to have nightmares for a few weeks after just watching it once. I really don't remember. I might ask later at some point. It's just that important. Or I might forget.
Back to point: AINAISITIASIASSPJSJLKJQA! I'D GIVE HER A HA! AND THEN HIIIIIYAH! AND THEN WOOOOOOWAH! And I'd kick her, sir. That's very pointy, Becca. Well, I watched Anastasia the other day and then I realized something...the song I remembered singing or wanting to sing (since I was little and my sisters were old enough to remember how not to be stupid) the most was the song at the end......during the credits. Heeeeeeh. Go ahead and laugh at me since I'm already laughing at myself, but that's what I remember and I totally sang along when I watched it the other day. It's pretty much Michelle Branch meets Emiliana Torrini meets Aaron Carter meets Scott Weinger. Maybe not Scott.
So um.....here. XD

It starts with a WOO and then you get really crazy with the hips, sir.
It was youtube's BEST VERSION. :P Not really. It cuts off.
BUT ONLY SO I CAN CUT ON! (um.)
ANNNNNNNNNNND LIFE IS A ROAD AND I WANNA KEEP GOIN'! LOVE IS A RIVER I WANNA KEEP FLOWIN'! LIFE IS ROAD NOW AND FOREVER WONDERFUL JOUUUUURRRNNNNEEEEYYYYYY!!! I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE WORLD STOPS TURNING! I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE STORM IS THROUGH! IN THE END I WANNA BE STANDING AT THE BEGINNNNINNNNG WIIIIITH YOUUUUUU!!!!
You're not clapping.
You're still not clapping.
Just leave.

Hugs on the other hand...

Stachios

Sometimes I Waste Time...Other Times, You Do.

I DREAMED A DREAM IN TIME GONE BYYYYY WHEN HOPE WAS HIGH AND LIFE WORTH LIVING! I DREAMED THAT LOVE WOULD NEVER DIEEEEEEE! I DREAMED THAT GOD WOULD BE FORGIVING!

And then I met you.

And saw that...face of yours.
Everything just sort of melted then. Kind of like how I picture Quasimodo's brain seeping onto a steel bar in an epic display of oozing misery. The bar is cold too.

Did I get carried away there? No, no I don't think so...

So you know what I've been doing almost every single night before falling asleep? Don't take that places it doesn't need to go... You took it, didn't you? I didn't even get to answer my own question. :( WELL WELL WELL WELL FINE. I'm going to answer it anyway just to spite you. And because I want to.

I listen to Ólafur Arnalds. He is amazing. Good gosh. Gosh that is good. You know.... I haven't showered today.

http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/beard.png
http://www.geekologie.com/image.php?path=/2011/02/03/star-wars-jobs.jpg

http://www.miamiherald.com/2011/02/05/2051122/barry-manilow-and-me.html

Wasn't that fun?

Hugs on the other hand...

Light & Day

Gotta love them Polyphonic Spree[s].

"Needs an octtoman"
It really does. It also needs to be in my possession. That just looks so cool to me. I want it. Rawr. My sentences are so complex and intelligent sounding, aren't they? They are. I like to answer my own questions. Isn't that right? Yes.

Now, folks, don't forget to go out and purchase the entire contents of your local stores!

(focus on the bread though because in about 5 minutes it will be gone. :D) Because, you know, on Sunday- Monday we're gonna have a few blizzards with some ice and snow and stuff so naturally, since we live in Alabama, the COLDEST state in America that happens to be most prone to starvation via blizzards and ice and snow and stuff, we have to purchase enough disaster items, that may or may not happen to be edible, that will enable us to STILL be cozy and lazy even during blizzards and ice and snow and stuff!! Long sentence that was most likely gramatically incorrect. Oh, well. We'll pretend I did it on purpose for rant and humor purposes. I said purpose twice. Add an 's'. Okay. At least (most) people won't be out on the road killing babies, and maybe themselves too. It's sad that our tires won't be as prepared as we are. Unless you're from the north and you decided to JUST NOW move here like today.... I think too much.

Anyways.

All of that was sarcasm. I could care less how much food my family buys. I'll just admire it and eat it. And maybe sing to it... but mostly eat it. Which is why it happens to be there. To make my stomach, Dimitri, happy. Dimitri is a good name for a stomach...I did well. But yes, I LOVE snow. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that I was born in Africa, walked around everywhere barefoot, and apparently went outside on more than one occasion without certain articles of clothing. I might have urinated on a bush one time. But when I came here, and discovered snow, I CLEARLY remember the wonder I first felt. "NOW I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO URINATE ON!" No, I'm kidding. Maybe. However, the big snow that my sisters got to experience I was either too young to remember or not born yet. Yurp. Well, now at 16 I love snow. So if it snows, I will be very energetic and more than likely annoying. :) Also happy. Woop woop. Don't eat yellow snow.

I wrote all that yesterday because I was bored, and my meds were out (and in, if you count the stuff I take at night that makes me slightly less intelligent. Heh.) of my system so I needed something to do until I got tired. Mhmm... SO obviously the power is still on or I wouldn't be typing this. I am just so smart sometimes. I surprise even myself.

TUNE TIME:
(stuff I've been listening to a lot lately)
- Only Living Boy In New York by Simon & Garfunkel



- Stay Alive by Propatingz, Hustlers Concerto (Boss Dub), and 16bit Chainsaw Calligraphy(Crunk Massacre Remix)







- Sway by Perishers



- I'd Give My Life For You (Miss Saigon) ~ Lea Salonga



- New Slang by The Shins



- The Mistress Witch from McClure (Or the Mind That Knows Itself) by Sufjan Stevens



And anything similar to anything that I just listed. Woot woot.
Well.
Since typing this is wasting about as much time as finding those YouTube videos did, I'm gonna go now.

Hugs on the other hand...

Happy New Year! :D Next Year The World Is Gonna End! :D

Or maybe someone's firework will just drizzle down in pathetic, red, syrup-like failure, land on some bloke's roof, and then proceed to light this bloke's roof on fire.

Oh. It's you. You're there. With that face of yours that [enter insult here]. HAHAHAHA OHHHHHH YOUUUUUU!!!!! YOU YOU YOU YOU!!! YOU JUST INSULTED YOURSELF. OH SNAP...Crackle pop. Rice Krispies. What exactly happens now? Oh yeah, you're there. Maybe I should like greet you or somefink so you're all welcomed and fuzzy. Well, maybe not fuzzy. Unless its a beard. That, I'm alright with.

Greetings. Right. We'll just skip them. Greetings are boring. Like things that are boring but that aren't greetings because if they were then that would be a bad comparison.

GO BACK TO BED, WILMA!

Stuff I'm thinking about that I feel comfortable sharing/typing/whatever:

http://www.miamiherald.com/2011/01/01/v-fullstory/1992746/dave-barrys-2010-year-in-review.html

"Let’s put things into perspective: 2010 was not the worst year ever. There have been MUCH worse years. For example, toward the end of the Cretaceous Period, the Earth was struck by an asteroid that wiped out 75 percent of all the species on the planet. Can we honestly say that we had a worse year than those species did? Yes we can, because they were not exposed to Jersey Shore.

So on second thought we see that this was, in fact, the worst year ever."

Go read the whole thing. It's great. :P

http://www.geekologie.com/2011/01/2011_now_with_more_pet_panda_c.php

This made me immensely sad even though those THINGS are KIND OF cute. Actually, no. I changed my mind. They look cold and scared, and even kind of wet. They probably are. I mean, think about it. It is sad.

And don't get all "BUT THIS IS SUCH A BREAKTHROUGH BLAH BLAH BLAH ACHIEVEMENTS BLAH BLAH BLAH SMART PEOPLE DO SMART THINGS BLAH BLAH BLAH SCIENCE BLAH BLAH BLAH I'M LIKE GOD BLAH BLAH BLAH etc" Because really, that's what these sick dingbats are doing. Playing God and continuing to remain unsuccessful because no matter how smart (or dumb) they get, they're still human, and the human race, despite its achievements, is still retarded most of the time. If you're aware and I'm sure you are (unless you just lack the desire to have a clue on what's going on in the world -beneath the surface- and what's going to happen. A lot of people conveniently leave off that last bit), these type of experiments have been going on for quite a while now. It's the lack of publicity that the consequences, compared to their positive results, received that bothers me. I'm not a PETA member, nor am I one of those 5-year-old sweethearts that cuddles with fuzzy puppies and tapes pictures of lambs, kittens, ducklings...etc all over those pretty pink walls. Oh, are you surprised? I seem to shock people everywhere I go. BUT I do disagree with this. These animals that are being bred with other completely different animals are living agonizing "lives" if that's what you want to call it. If there is a positive result, you'll hear about, but the deaths of all the other tries they'll go through until they GET to that result are painful, pointless and cruel. Those tries, and the number of tries, you may not hear as much about. Most times this crap is for scientific research or what not and we're supposed to be happy that neeeeew thiiiiings are being discovered, but um what's being discovered here? Animals gettin' bussay? Animals aren't humans. If this is supposed to somehow prove that in 10+ years my nonexistent grandchildren will have the organs of a mutated panda/cow or somesuch, then I will most vehemently shout "fugglenuts" above the rooftops because I sure as heckfire do not want pandow insides intermixed with my own. We were created with OUR organs in OUR own bodies for extremely good reasons and if you don't believe me then I have a wonderful idea for you that you are welcome to try at home: Those pandows are being sold as pets for a lot of money. But. They're being sold nonetheless. Get rich and buy one so I can prove my point. Perform self surgery, and after approximately a week after painful and agonizing existence, you can ask God yourself why you were created with YOUR organs and not a pandow's. :) As much as I love science, there comes a time were people need to draw a line even if it's chalk and recognize their position as man and not God.

Aside from the creators of the pandow, I will be so generous as to list why this THING makes me sad.

BUT WHHHHHHY BEEECCCCCAAA. WHY CAN'T YOU BE NOOOORRRMMMMAAALLLLL.

Panda's are my favorite animal and these people are being mean to it. Shut up.

1) Because Panda's are my favorite animal, and I didn't already say that. All in your head, man. All in your head.

2) People kept making comments about "MMMM GONNA GET ME SOME PANDA BURGERS YUP NOM NOM NOM YUP MMMMM" and it upset my mind so very much. :( DON'T NOM THEM. DON'T DO IT. S:QLKJE:IUWIOEJLIEJLIEJ83ro3r439r93rijsdj;LER

3) #2

4) #2

5) #2

6) #2

7) #2

8) It is no longer a Panda. Must keep it's original form, and must keep away from lowly cows that happen to be nomed in this culture. I wish I was magical so I could turn myself into a panda and warn all the other pandas. I would also save them from this horrid horrid crime against everything that is Asian and cute and furry and huggable. Like a pwanda...mech pilot pwanda... yes... I would fight like Mech Pilot Pwanda for other pandas so as to save them from the evil bad not good people that want to turn them into mutated pandows AND SELL THEM AS PETS.

http://www.mechpilotpwanda.com/





Daft Punk doing the soundtrack to Tron, which I saw yesterday, made me like the movie soooo much more than I would have if they DIDN'T do the soundtrack because I love Daft Punk and have for a while. Tron + Daft Punk = Win
That would be the song that everyone has apparently been raving about, and for a good reason. WATCCHHHH IITT :D The actual movie was really good. Although, I think given all they had to work with, they could have done better. Personally, I don't think the acting was top notch (that's what set it off for me mostly), but the overall film was quite awesome.


http://www.weirdasianews.com/2011/01/03/avatarthemed-weddings-hit-china/

China is now offering Avatar themed weddings in case you wanted to, for whatever reason, move to Wulingyuan (some place in Hunan that apparently resembles Pandora) and get married. My sister is highly against this idea though, because if you move to China and get married, (regardless if the smurfs are there or not) you may, in fact, want to make some babies with your spouse. However, if you make some babies with your spouse, you may, in fact, want to keep them. (depending on the number of children you have whether they were planned or not. If you only have one and its a boy then you have nothing to worry about.) Except China has that whole one child policy thing so that's going to make all these Chinese parents get rid of unwanted infants that are going to most likely be female. So... there are, in fact, complications to you keeping your children or having them in the first place. (But you could always just paint them blue, call em' a Navi, and I'm sure everyone there would be cool with it.)

"The Policy has been implicated in an increase in forced abortions, female infanticide,and underreporting of female births, and has been suggested has a possible cause behind China's gender imbalance." -Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-child_policy)
I can't imagine why Mary would be against this idea. Also, I like it when Wikipedia talks for me. I did NOT, however, copy and paste that like a lazy little dingbat.

Anyways. There's that. BUT I MEAN HECK. Who care's about babies when you can have your picture taken with a fake Navi doing a gangster pose??! I never had the desire to have my picture taken beside fake cartoon/animated characters. Even as a very young kid in Africa... Heh. A guy that I knew and that apparently happened to be good friends with my family decided to put on a Donald Duck costume. This GROWN MAN that I "knew" also decided slash dared to speak to me while in this exaggerated, hideous thing. (I was probably 3 or 4 and had not recognized the character. Give me a break.) Naturally, I did what any frightened child, who had just been spoken to by a large, intimidating duck with a loud intrusive voice and a natural lisp, would have done. I cried. I didn't cry very often as a young child or so I'm told so this is apparently a big deal. I also hated any kind of clown, but that's kind of irrelevant.

ANYHOO

"Nothing says 'eternal bliss' like giant blue weirdos mucking up your wedding photos."

Speaking of the Asians, today (or yesterday because I typed this yesterday. I am taking out unneeded nonsense and shall post it today hopefully. Huzzah.) happens to be Hayao Miyazaki's 70th birthday. And Miyazaki happens to be the mastermind behind my favorite movie, or one of them at least. (Howl's Moving Castle) So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

And the last thing on my mind is coffee. Starbucks. They changed their logo.

Huh.
I really did mean last thing. oaijoiwue['qjsdoaiu tired. K bye.

Hugs on the other hand...








Info on Starbucks' new logo links:
http://www.good.is/post/starbucks-drops-the-starbucks-from-its-logo/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+good/lbvp+%28GOOD+Main+RSS+Feed%29&utm_content=Google+Reader

http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9KIB4S00.htm