Why can't the house be closed?

I'm hungry.
"So many little people. Pet them on the head. Pet pet pet pet pet..."
Well now that THAT'S over with, I think you should count those balloons. Wow you really counted them, didn't you? I could have just wasted like 6 seconds of your life... or 10 if you just woke up. I didn't! I did oversleep though...
Do you ever go through old stuff you've written/saved and love it all over again? I was looking at my blog and came across "On Tears", that essay I annotated eons ago. It was amazing when I first read it. I mean, I cried. That has to say something. Anyway... Now it's, in a way, even more awesome because I've learned a lot more having to do with it so now I get more out of it. It's not exactly a "EUREKA!", but it is a "Ohhh!! Cool!" if that makes any sense. For example there was this quote in from the famous C.S. Lewis and when I first read it, I absolutely loved it. Now, I have more appreciation for what it means, and what it means to me personally. "God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pain." Isn't that awesome.?! Aside from the parallel structure, it's meaning really touches me. I can't decide if that's because I've learned more in pain that I have in pleasure, or because it's encouraging to know that someone's trying to get your attention and help you while you feel alone.
I'm texting my friend Jack. He doesn't say hi because he doesn't know I'm writing a new post but we're going to pretend he does say hi for the sake of hospitality. :D
"HI, WORLDDDDDD!!!"
That's not even something he would say. I was just being dramatic. Heh...
"Uh, hi."
There we go. :)
That wasn't pointless at all... Eh where was I? Oh whatever I think I was finished talking about that anyway.
http://www.cad-comic.com/cad/20030505
Haha I like that one. I'm digging that umbrella.
HUZZAH!

OH YEAH. I remembered why I started this. Ha. Open House.
>.<
May I be sick on the day of it...

Hugs on the other hand...

Dreams

I edited that picture too. It says "DREAMS" in case you can't read. Of course, if you can't read why are you on my blog? I should become a philosopher. SPEAKING OF.... I went to the library and researched some Greek dude with a funny name. I GOT TO USE A SCANNER. That makes my brain smile. I like those things, with the clear glass things that you put the paper things on. Annoyed yet? No? Heh...
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/songs/Crabs+Remix/
Happy Christmas.
Mary is a good cook. :D So are Asians. Asians are good at a lot of things though... like singing. I'm listening to Japanese music. You should too... I forgot where I was....

I'M BACKKKK. You didn't even know I was gone did you? Well now you do... I saved this and came back to it on TUESDAY. Which is today. No duh. Wow this is going no- DREAMS. I remembered. My dreams are crazy weird. They disturb me. So you know Doctor Who? No? Pretend you do then so this will remotely make sense. I had the weirdest dream a few nights nights ago having to do with Doctor Who:

Becca thinks: I WANT TO BE DOCTOR WHO!

*impressive whooshing noises*

Becca is back in time with futuristic qualities and is now a female version of Doctor Who. Becca is in a strangers home. Someone walks up and they're making a funny face. Not funny... A weird face that won't go away. And their knee is doing something weird as is their nose.

Becca finds out that this odd man has a highly contagious disease that has been spreading rapidly for about 3 weeks and Becca, being Doctor Who, feels obliged to fix it without getting the sickness. Becca does some research, but the current Becca forgot what it was. (Heh) Becca goes to her local Walgreens, that apparently existed back in the day, and looks around desperate for a cure. She talks to the person in charge and he/she says there is none. Becca decides to look on the aisle where astronaut supplies/gear is sold. (o.O) Becca finds a special cream and starts dramatically shoving it all over random people's faces and knees. Everyone's cured, and Becca returns to said home.

WAKE UP.

Wasn't that weird? I thought it was. I mean who gets to shove cream into people's faces in their dreams? That part was awesome.

I have Karate today. I should probably get ready. I don't want to.

You're awesome for reading this because it was just a waste of time. Lol Have a good day that doesn't involve jumping side-kicks. >.>

Hugs on the other hand...

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


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