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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...

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...

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...